In a building on vilnatsky street, the Soviet machine gun position on the second floor faces the spacious street. There was no one in the street that should have been so busy. On the third floor of the house, in a hole opened by a rocket, the cold sniper is using his weapons to aim at the direction of the possible enemy.
Every street and every ruin in Moscow has become a paradise for killing people with all kinds of weapons. All the people are trying their best to set traps and lay mines, trying to kill those careless enemies by various means.
Every plant and tree here may be fatal. It is possible that people will lose their lives if they are distracted for a moment. Bullets may fly out of a corner at any time, an unexpected corner.
A German soldier, carrying his own weapon, ran from one side to the other side of the street, carrying a telephone line to connect German troops' communications in a few blocks nearby. He ran desperately with his helmet, because a little hesitation would slow him down, and then he might be hit by Soviet snipers and become a corpse lying in the middle of the road.
"Bang!" The gunfire started, but the German soldier was obviously a lucky man. The bullet bounced on the ground behind him and flew further with the sand. He had passed through the most dangerous place and crawled to a safe place at the other end.
"See where the sniper is?" In the corner, a sergeant with a rifle on his back asked several soldiers who were responsible for sniping nearby. These soldiers who were also carrying sniper guns listed several suspicious locations.
A soldier pointed to the suspicious building, and then said: "I suspect the sniper is in the building opposite, but I just didn't see the light from the muzzle of the gun, so I can't confirm which window."
This kind of thing happens almost every hour, until the 21st century, it's very troublesome to find an experienced sniper's hiding place. Finally, we have to use high-tech means to detect, but the effect still needs time to test.
"There's no way. Let the troops stand by. We're not good at this kind of thing. Let the artillery do it." The sergeant marked a rough position on a pencil sketch of a few blocks nearby and gave it to a soldier in artillery observer uniform: "give this to your officer, and at the next shelling, follow the approximate position on the map."
The soldier who took the sketch nodded and stuffed it into his leather backpack. The German army has been collecting suspicious targets nearby, and then preparing to focus on eliminating these dangerous buildings in the next attack. The closer they got to the center of Moscow, the more they felt the tenacious defense of the Soviet garrison. There were more and more barricades and obstacles, which even hindered the advance of heavy vehicles such as tanks.
The Soviets stopped the German advance with all kinds of things they could find, including destroyed buses and all kinds of excavated waste soil. Sometimes the Soviets cut the whole road themselves, and then built a steep bunker with the excavated soil to prevent German tanks from advancing rapidly into the city.
In the German artillery headquarters, several officers were screening the coordinates of the artillery sent by the front-line troops. They carefully compared some photos and maps in their hands, converted the correct position and marked it on the artillery special map with detailed coordinates.
"My God, there are too many targets. If all these suspicious locations are covered with artillery fire, it's no different from destroying the city of Moscow." An officer rubbed his astringent eyes and complained helplessly.
"This morning, we destroyed 30 fixed targets with 105mm howitzers, but I heard that 12 soldiers were still hit by enemy snipers... In the afternoon, they asked us to attack another 40 similar targets. To be honest, I don't think those snipers will wait for our shells in the same place." Another officer took off the thumbtack on the targets that had been shelled, and used another color to mark the targets that had not been shelled.
There are more and more target markers on the map, which annoys all the people in the headquarters. It's not that they attack too slowly, but that there are too many suspicious targets. Every day, hundreds of people claim to have been attacked by Soviet snipers, but it turns out that most of them were just shot in the cold.
When some stray bullets hit the soldiers, they will cause a lot of panic. In this kind of street battle, the information provided by the front-line forces is still not accurate and reliable sometimes. Some troops want artillery to destroy all suspicious targets around them, so they deliberately claim that Soviet snipers are firing somewhere.
The consumption of ammunition makes the managers of German logistics department crazy. Because of excessive tension and various reasons, the front-line soldiers often over consume their own ammunition. Grenades and rockets are the most consumed ammunition: the German army often kicks open the door and throws a grenade directly into it, which is the most direct and effective way to deal with the room with abnormal noise or suspicious; The main reason for the faster consumption of rockets is that they are one of the few good things in the hands of front-line troops that can dismantle walls.
It's a very reassuring way to keep all positions under your own surveillance in such places where danger may occur everywhere. Therefore, German soldiers often use valuable anti tank rockets to destroy the structure of buildings and break through some debris that hinder their vision. While artillery commanders are complaining about the number of targets coming from the front line, the location of weapons hoarding for logistics supply is even more lively. Soldiers from companies and battalions took the unloaded bullets and grenades away, and most of them would not even be stored in the logistics forces for more than a day. In addition to ammunition, all kinds of things need to be distributed: cigarettes, chocolates, soap, matches, insoles, socks, stitches, spices, compressed biscuits, and cans and alcohol block heaters. There are millions of German troops encircling Moscow, and the daily consumption of these things is even more astonishing. Every day these soldiers write letters and consume tens of thousands of letters, and every day there are four special trains for transporting the wounded. Such a huge army needs to take a bath and drink fresh water every day, which makes people headache. The German army has set up a water emergency support force specially for this purpose, with dozens of pumps and purifiers running continuously, so that the rear troops can live a normal life. Hundreds of chickens, ducks, cattle and sheep purchased from Ukraine, Belarus and other regions were slaughtered at the front line in order to make the soldiers who were removed from the front line have a delicious meal. If you take into account the tons of shells that go into Moscow every day, the statistics of these logistics supplies and the liquidation work are enough to make people collapse. This does not include the consumption of multiple shells and ammunition in the event of major military operations (such as the attack on Bicha Park). More than 17000 German soldiers were waiting on the platforms of several railway stations and the rationing stations of these platforms, doing the work of ordinary porters. They carry the shells from the train to the car, and then they carry them to the cannons. They are the logistics company of the millions of German troops surrounding Moscow, which is responsible for sorting all kinds of things and sending them all over the battle line stretching for hundreds of kilometers. These soldiers are unfortunate, because they have been soldiers for one year, but they have never fired a single shot in this era of war; These soldiers are lucky, because many of the soldiers who fought with them have died, but they are not injured“ The logistics troops have sent our shells to our friends for lunch to move faster. In the afternoon, we really have many targets to hit. Maybe we'll be one hour late for dinner. " When I heard the sound of the car outside, I didn't have to think much to know that the shell had been delivered. After the artillery commander gave a command, he put his face on the artillery mirror and observed the distant targets with thick smoke. Soon, a happy shelling began again, and the German 105mm howitzer roared again, hitting one shell after another at the distant buildings. The sound of the collapse of the brick wall can be heard clearly from a few streets away. The black smoke of the explosion blocked the sky and made everyone despair. With this explosion after explosion, the battle to attack Vorontsov Park began. The German army crossed the dangerous sniper zone on Lenin street and dropped 1000 soldiers into the green park inside the narrow city. The battle started behind the dense woods and benches beside the catwalk. The soldiers of both sides once again experienced the most similar feeling of field battle in urban street fighting. The bullet cut on the branch and sent the thick leaves far away. The soldiers were fighting with the enemy in the trenches they had dug and the defensive zone made of barbed wire, just like the battlefield of the first World War. Someone fell down here, and the quilt shot through his heart, lung and chest. The blood seeped into the soil, making the artificial rivers in the park turn color. The bridge over the river became the main point of contention between the two sides. The German army used three machine guns to cover fire, and finally transferred a tiger king tank to win the 4-meter-long "bridge" filled with the bodies of soldiers from both sides.