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Before the soldiers cheered for victory, another Ukrainian T-26 tank was destroyed by a hidden anti-tank gun. The two-mounted self-propelled anti-aircraft gun that was just majestic was hit by a landmine while advancing, and was broken by the tracks and paralyzed next to the road. {We do not write novels, we are just online text porters-?Net>[hua. Fast updates, refreshing website pages, few advertisements, I like this kind of website the most, I must review it]...

More Ukrainian soldiers crossed the damaged chariot and charged towards the building opposite the street. The opponent's heavy machine guns began to roar, and soldiers fell on the road of advance. Finally, the advance soldiers retreated to the place where they set out and hid behind the paralyzed chariot and kept fighting back.

Soon, the paralyzed anti-aircraft gun was once again exerted its power. It turned its open turret and aimed the cannon's muzzle at the distant building. After a command, dense cannon shells flew to the buildings in the distance, leaving a row of holes as big as bowls on the thick wall.

With such fierce firepower, Ukrainian soldiers once again launched a crazi attack. Braving the enemy's artillery fire and bullets, they crossed the street as they wished, rushed into the building, and turned the dozen remaining Soviet soldiers after being slaughtered by anti-aircraft guns into corpses lying on the ground.

War, for an artillery, is to load shells into artillery pieces and then fire them into the enemy's positions. For them, killing is to constantly stuff a copper metal cylinder into an object similar to a chimney, and then pull the "stimulation" device. They cannot see how terrible the shells they fire are, they cannot see the filthy corpses of blood and flesh, and they cannot see the broken limbs and broken arms flying in the sky.

If someone has experienced war and served in some troops that do not have to experience the war, he will definitely be favored by God. After all, experiencing war but not having to experience the blood of cruel fighting is a very happy thing worth celebrating.

Modern warfare is becoming more and more like playing games. Soldiers can press the button to launch missiles and directly destroy targets hundreds of kilometers away. Taking the head of a thousand miles away is a description that can only appear in myths in the past, but now it has become an ordinary tactical method. However, in early March 1939, even if time travelers like Akado increased the level of war technology, soldiers still needed to fight face to face.

Yes, in the face-to-face battle, the soldiers on both sides held their weapons, "inserted" sharp bayonets, and used the most primitive methods to determine the outcome of the war. In the streets and alleys of Kharkov, it seems that human civilization and high-end war technology are insulated from here. The soldiers here decided who had the right to continue to survive according to the method that began in the Middle Ages.

In the trenches, a Soviet soldier was holding his Mosinnagan rifle, with a bright bayonet hanging on the tip of his gun. He looked at the rifle meticulously with both hands, staring at the enemy opposite him with his eyes.

He couldn't help but be careful because the young Ukrainian man opposite was looking at him with fierce eyes. The Ukrainian soldier was holding a "Mao" 98k rifle in his hand, and a sharp knife was also inserted into the gun head.

The Soviet soldier was wearing a fur-turned-up leather hat. He was wearing a light green and yellow military coat, and his armed arms were tied outside the coat, looking very capable. On the head of this Ukrainian soldier, there was a simplified production m35 steel helmet. He was wearing a short German military uniform and his own private hair gloves were on both hands.

"Traitor!" The Soviet soldier suddenly roared, then rushed towards the opponent with his bayonet. He used the simplest assassination fighting technique, straightened his upper body, stepped forward with a lunge, and assassinated him straight after holding a gun.

The cold and sharp bayonet attacked the Ukrainian soldiers. He used his gun to lift the other party's bayonet, and then made a dodge move. He staggered the position close to him. The two of them went around half a circle and returned to the stage of confrontation.

The Soviet soldiers knew that they had no time. When the rest of the Ukrainian soldiers in the trench dragged the situation, after the second group of enemy troops rushed into the trench, he had no choice but to surrender or escape. So he shouted again and stabbed his enemy with a bayonet.

The young Ukrainian man once again used a bayonet to block the tip of the knife that the opponent stabbed, then swung the butt stock, and pressed it on the opponent's shoulder. The force was heavy and it suddenly hit the Soviet soldier staggered a few steps to one side.

Although the Ukrainian soldier was young, he knew the principle of pursuing victory. He raised his kick and kicked the opponent's big leg that supported his body before the other party could find his balance. The Soviet soldier obviously did not expect that he would be defeated like a mountain. He was caught off guard and kicked the leg by the Ukrainian soldier and fell down.

The Ukrainian soldier held his own bayonet and left no chance for the opponent. He followed the fallen Soviet soldiers and used force to "spin" the bayonet on his rifle into the "chest" of the Soviet soldiers.

The bright red blood flowed out along the blood groove on the bayonet, instantly dyeing the coat of Soviet soldiers red. The sharp tip of the knife pierced into the skin, as simple as cutting tofu, and the splattered blood was more like a beautiful little 'flower' blooming.

Without any hesitation, the Ukrainian soldier "pulled" his bayonet from the body of the Soviet soldier, and then chose a position to insert it in a coherent manner. Blood splattered on his gray-green German suit, and he didn't care. Seeing the Soviet soldier unwilling to drop the gun in his hand, his painful eyes were a little confused, and then he "pulled" his bayonet again.

"Soviet...United..." The Soviet soldier said this word with his mouth full of blood, then closed his eyes. His arms hung weakly and fell on the cold ground and never moved for a moment. The Ukrainian soldier was grabbing the time to load the last magazine "pill" in his armed belt.

Not far from here, a Soviet soldier had just killed a young Ukrainian soldier with a shovel, gasping for something. Maybe he was looking for his next target, maybe he was looking for a route that could escape.

But he didn't have to pay attention to what he was looking for, because the Ukrainian soldier who had loaded the bullets here had already picked up his rifle and aimed at the poor enemy in the distance. He pulled the trigger, the bullet flew out and hit the opponent's chest, ending the process of the man's continuous search for something.

Put down your rifle, pull the bolt on it hard, exit the shell, then push the next bullet onto the barrel, pick up your rifle, aim, press the sight on a Soviet soldier not far away, then decisively fired and fired, fired the bullet into the unlucky guy's body, and then repeated the movements.

The Ukrainian soldier seemed to be able to hear his breathing. More Ukrainian soldiers jumped into the trenches and ran past him. Some people jumped into the trenches and shot with guns to cover other friendly troops rushing through the trenches. Then other Soviet soldiers in the trenches were shot and fell down. Some people raised their hands high, but were still pierced through their heads.

No one asked about his well-being, no one stopped. The cold air made his breathing full of white smoke. Under the cold helmet were faces that looked 'moist' red due to excessive adrenaline secretion.

Kharkov, which was originally the tomb of German armored soldiers, has now become a hell of infantry. Blood was flowing everywhere, making the city look particularly bright red. In the square, Lenin's marble statue was pulled down by a group of Ukrainian soldiers with ropes and fell on the edge of the surrounding "flower" altar, and broken into sections. The Ukrainian soldiers who just smiled and put ropes on the statue, then one of them was broken by a Soviet sniper.

The fire of revenge soon came to all the buildings and streets nearby. Several 75mm infantry field artillery crazily poured out their bullets and medicines, greeting all the buildings near the small square. Some buildings collapsed cleanly and became a pile of ruins with no appearance at all, while others were left with only one wall standing alone, as desolate and desperate as a tombstone.

200,000 Soviet soldiers were ordered to station here, using their flesh and blood to block the German tanks. 200,000 Ukrainian soldiers were ordered to attack here and occupy the city with their blood and will. Both sides tried their best here to make the fate of a country, but one was to hope that the country would live forever and the other was to destruction of this country.

"It's so wasteful. I bombarded the city center with heavy artillery to let them know that the war now should be fought like this!" An Italian officer put down his telescope and pointed to the city where fire and smoke kept coming out of the distance, and said coldly.

With his orders, the large-caliber heavy artillery transported from thousands of miles away from the Italian troops made their own roar. These heavy artillery made up for the shortcomings of the Ukrainian troops' heavy weapons, causing the entire city to tremble due to the fall of shells.

At sunset, the battle was still going on cruelly. No one gave up his mission because of the passage of time, or the arrival of darkness. Cannons were still roaring, and shells still destroyed buildings one by one into flat ground or even deep pits.
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