In ancient China, it was liked to say that a general succeeded and had thousands of bones woven. There is a saying in the West that the emperor's throne was covered with corpses.↗, in fact, they all sacrificed this matter from the perspective of successful people. Sadly, no one has ever liked to explore the fate of losers.

Zhao Kuo in Changping seemed to have not succeeded, but the soldiers who followed him still ended up with thousands of bones. So no matter whether they win or not, as long as there is a battle, there will be sacrifices, and sacrifice often means blood flowing into a river and corpses are everywhere.

The battle in the city of Stalingrad has reached a tragic level of collapse. The position that the Soviet Union has held has been cut by the German army. The German army seemed to be a sharp sword, which suddenly split the enemy's shield from the center. Now some of the German army in Stalingrad are building artillery positions on the river bank, and the German army can finally use the method they are best at to deal with the endless ships sailing on the Volga River.

The Germans transported two 88mm air defense guns to the shore, and then shot the ships on the river level like they were against tanks, which reduced the reinforcements and supplies Stalingrad by one third.

The last complete reserve division of the Soviet army entered the battle, madly trying to regain the lost warehouse and open up the connections within Stalingrad. The battle broke out, and rows of Soviet troops were fearless and desperately attacking the German defensive positions.

"Bang!" A Soviet soldier was holding his Mosinnagan rifle and aimed at a German Ukrainian soldier opposite him. Without hesitation, he fired a shot. The bullet hit the Ukrainian in the face and directly killed him inside the bunker. However, the comrades around the German army also discovered the danger and looked up and saw the Soviet soldier.

So the Soviet soldier nervously began to pull the bolt on the gun with his hands, and trembled several times without pulling the tight bolt away. At this time, the German soldier had turned the muzzle and pointed the g43 rifle in his hand at him.

Without any hesitation, the German soldiers pulled the trigger, and the bullet accurately hit the Soviet soldiers opposite and knocked him to the ground. However, next to the fallen Soviet army, more than a dozen Soviet soldiers holding long spears with bayonets were shouting and rushing towards the German positions.

The machine guns on the German positions roared and sprayed fire tongues, shooting dense bullets at their enemies. Of course, the Soviets were not here to die, and their machine guns also began to fight and suppress the German firepower points. The bullets could almost collide with each other. When the German machine guns were fired at the Soviet infantry, the machine gun bullets of the Soviet troops also hit sandbags on the German machine gun positions.

Don't think that the German army is really Xiaoqiang who can't kill him with copper heads and iron arms. When the bullet hits them, it can even create a hole with blood gushing, causing them to fall to the ground and twist and die. The Soviet bullets were as fatal as the German deputy shooter fell to the ground, and the German firepower in this machine gun position was immediately suppressed.

The Soviet Red Army soldiers rushed to the German position, and the two sides launched the most cruel hand-to-hand combat. On the position covered with the bodies of Soviet soldiers, everyone was holding bayonets and shovels, and they were entangled together. High-tech weapons and equipment seemed to have no place to use their skills here, and everyone was using the most primitive methods to kill their opponents.

"Ah!" A Soviet soldier rushed towards the 17-year-old Ukrainian recruit with his own bayonet. The other party could not dodge, and the bayonet was inserted into the gap in the ribs of the Ukrainian recruit. The blood instantly soaked the German soldier's black clothes, dyeing the dissatisfied fabric into another even more disgusting color.

"Woo..." The young Ukrainian grabbed the opponent's gun with both hands, spitting blood and staring at the opponent who killed him. He could no longer speak because more blood would gush out of his mouth. However, he still grabbed the opponent's gun with force, as if he didn't want the person who killed him to succeed.

However, soon the second Soviet soldier who jumped into the trench rushed over. The Soviet soldier also stabbed the spear in his hand forward, and the bayonet inserted in front of the gun stabbed into the other side of the young Ukrainian soldier from another direction. The two of them tried hard together, and the young Ukrainian collapsed on the ground of the trench.

They were about a few meters away, and a German soldier was waving his shovel. Judging from his appearance, he knew that this was not a German soldier, but a minion from Ukraine. However, he was obviously much more powerful than his comrades. At this time, he had already killed the Soviet soldiers who jumped into the trenches on the opposite side.

The shovel in his hand was covered with blood and was flowing downwards little by little, but the blood quickly dried up in the wind and turned into a sticky red paint, painting the shovel into a dazzling scarlet red color.

The German soldier glanced at the body at his feet, then raised his head and saw two Soviet soldiers pulling out their bayonets from his young comrades. So he smiled, picked up the Mosinnagan on the body from the ground, and walked towards the two enemies who had already discovered him.

"Is there a big deal to kill a child? Come on! Come on and come on!" The German soldier from Ukraine roared, and then stabbed the Soviet soldier on the left with a bayonet. The Soviet soldier obviously had two brushes, and used the gun body in his hand to push away the bayonet that the German soldier stabbed, and wanted to stab the German soldier.

The German soldier who failed to hit the attack quickly retracted the spear in his hand and swung the bayonet that the second Soviet soldier reached out with the buttstock. He fought against two, obviously he could not easily win. So he took two steps back and made a short distance to look for an opportunity.

But he stepped back and tripped on the body of the Soviet soldier he killed just now. After a staggering moment, he found that the bayonets of the two Soviet soldiers in front of him had stabbed him in the battlefield. No one would foolishly pursue the spirit of chivalry. Taking advantage of your illness to kill you is the eternal truth here.

The German soldier knew that he could no longer escape safely, so he also stabbed the spear in his hand at one of the Soviet soldiers, striving to kill a murderer who killed him before he died. After a brief confrontation, a Soviet soldier dropped his gun and threw it away, and the Ukrainians on the ground lost their breath.

The living Soviet soldiers took out their guns from the Ukrainian soldiers, and the living Soviet soldiers gasped, and began to sway their heads as if they were red, looking for the next target they wanted to kill. However, he only saw one Soviet soldiers jumping into the trench and then hurriedly left.

There were voices shouting Ula everywhere. He knew that it was the sound of his troops seizing a German position. It was a group of soldiers shouting from the heart with the joy of victory. Looking at the bodies of the German and Soviet soldiers lying under his feet, the Soviet soldier pulled the bolt and re-loaded the rifle. After he followed the other troops out of the trench and rushed to another distant trench.

The Soviet Red Army received an order to regain the position occupied by the German army and drive the German army back from the coast of the Volga River. Now they are less than fifty meters away from their targets, and maybe they will succeed soon, after all, there are not many German regular troops here.

"Tutu! Tutu!" Accompanied by gunfire, another tracer bullet flew from the front. There was no time for everyone to think about it. The experienced Soviet soldiers had bent down and lay on the ground, and the Soviets standing were quickly beaten to the point where none of them were left. The Soviet army began to fight back at the German army in front with the rifle in hand. The two sides opened fire at each other across a street less than 10 meters wide, and the bullets hit the walls and ground to emit dazzling sparks.

The Soviets, who had just killed two Ukrainian soldiers, were lying on the ground and suddenly felt a slight tremor coming from the ground. He stared at the dust on his palm in horror and found that there were indeed some tiny gravels jumping there. He knew that it was the German tanks approaching, otherwise these ruins would not "shake" like this.

So he narrowed his eyes and raised his head, and saw a leopard tank that he had never seen before crushing in front of him about twenty meters. The leopard tank's turret was only two 20mm caliber cannons. The violent rain of bullets just now was fired by this damn guy.

Before he could twist his body and make way for the tank to advance, the strange Leopard tank without a main gun revealed the special weapon between the two cannons. The Soviet soldier didn't know what it was, but he had a feeling, an inexplicable impulse of despair.

Soon the new weapon flashed with lightning, and then high-pressure gasoline gushed out, covering all the targets directly in front of the tank in an instant. The wide and huge flames swallowed everything, burning everything it passed by was burning red.

The Soviet soldier only saw the fire in front of him getting louder and louder, and then he felt the pain coming from his face as if he had peeled off his skin. He wanted to scream heart-wrenchingly, but a burning gas surged into his lungs. In an instant, he lost all his thoughts and memories, leaving only the burnt carbides, which tightened into crisp ashes that were stuck to his decent.
Chapter completed!