"I'll go with you too!" Wei Ran was the first to stand up and said, but accidentally hit the log above his head, causing him to grimace in pain.
"Including you, of course." Before he could finish his words, Mehri had already rushed out of the damp underground bunker.
Under the leadership of the one-armed old man, Wei Ran and a group of Aleut soldiers organized from other places ran along the intricate trenches to an ammunition dump.
"Prioritize the artillery shells and ammunition boxes!" Aleutian shouted at the top of his lungs, then put two bullet chains on his shoulders, picked up a wooden box, and continued running along the trench without stopping.
Behind him, whether it was the one-armed old man Mehri or the soldiers who didn't even have guns, they all grabbed as many supplies as they could and followed closely behind.
When it was Wei Ran's turn, he reached out and grabbed an ammunition box and put it on his shoulder. The weight of about fifty kilograms suddenly made his body sway. And a young soldier following him was already moving quickly with his hands and feet.
Wei Ran had a large magazine stuffed in each pocket of his clothes.
Without even looking at it, he knew just from the size and weight of the two magazines that these should be 14.5 mm steel core armor-piercing bullets for anti-tank guns. But this slight sense of familiarity not only had no comforting effect, but instead made the guard
Cold sweat broke out on Ran's forehead, and he was shooting tanks with an anti-tank gun. This was definitely not a good job!
Under the illumination of flares that rose from time to time, Wei Ran carried a wooden box weighing about forty kilograms and followed the large troops stumbling forward in the muddy trenches. From time to time, there would be Soviet soldiers lying on the trenches and firing.
Sliding into the bottom of the trench with a wail, splashing large swaths of mud.
"boom!"
An explosion that was almost close at hand sounded from outside the trench. Several soldiers lying on the trench were lifted into the air by the huge shock wave, and fell down in pieces like dolls torn to pieces by naughty children.
Not daring to look at the thing that just hit him on the back of the head, Wei Ran carried the wooden box and struggled to stand up again in the mud mixed with blood and rotten flesh. He hunched over and continued to follow the person in front of him desperately.
Run forward.
In the winding and crisscrossing trenches, simple road signs made of wooden boards can be found at almost every fork in the road. Under the leadership of the leader Aleut, everyone quickly advanced through the intricate trenches and joined other teams that helped transport ammunition.
We rushed to the intersection of positions 18 and 19 as quickly as possible.
Without hesitation at all, Wei Ran carried the ammunition box and ran towards Position 19, and the person leading the way was none other than the Aleutian.
Walking along the narrow trench at your feet to the end, you can see that this position is like a string of beads strung up by a rope, with four ZIS-3 anti-tank guns loosely arranged. These four anti-tank guns
In the trenches between each other, there were some soldiers sitting against the wall holding anti-tank guns, waiting at any time to climb up the trenches and fight back.
Just when Wei Ran put down the ammunition box and was about to take out the two huge magazines from his pocket, a shell hit the farthest cannon!
Amidst the loud rumbling noise, smelly mud fell from the sky like rain. Wei Ran even saw with his own eyes that a soldier not too far away from him was cut in the middle by a small half of the artillery shield that fell down.
Became two halves!
The rumbling explosions became more and more dense. Whether it was the soldiers holding their positions or Wei Ran and others who helped transport ammunition, they were all huddled in the trenches and could not even raise their heads.
At some point, a particularly clear whistle sounded from the corner of the trench, and a middle-aged soldier with a beard and glasses vigorously shook the lit flashlight.
This weak yellow light was like a signal. The surrounding soldiers stood up immediately. Without even having time to wipe the mud on their heads and backs, they returned to their fighting positions and began to fight back with their hands. The only three reflex doors left were
The tank gun, also under the control of the gun crew, quickly fired shells one after another!
This round of counterattack was very effective. Those German tanks that had been less than 500 meters away from their positions under the cover of artillery immediately either exploded or caught fire. Some even simply lost control and bumped into their comrades.
By the way, the German infantry hiding behind him was also completely exposed.
What surprised Wei Ran even more was that the Aleutian who brought them here didn't hesitate at all. He rushed to the side of the soldier who was cut in half, took the anti-tank rifle from the other party's hand that he had been holding tightly until his death, and placed it on the trench.
, took aim briefly and then pulled the trigger!
The gunshots mixed in with the gunfire became extremely confusing, but the Aleutian, pushed by the huge recoil of the anti-tank gun, allowed Wei Ran, who was less than five meters away, to see clearly!
He did not follow those soldiers back to the ammunition depot to carry supplies, nor did he take over the weapons and responsibilities from the fallen soldiers without hesitation like the Aleutians did. Under the cover of night, Wei Ran hurriedly retreated to a corner where he thought he was safe.
Wei Ran had to admit that he was scared. The artillery shells exploding so close at hand, the loud noise that made his ears buzz so hard that he couldn't even hear what the person facing him was saying, the mud and debris that were blown up.
Broken limbs and arms, and even the terrifying whistle before the shell hit the ground, all this made Wei Ran, who was lucky enough to survive the Battle of Stalingrad, immediately realize that he had actually drifted away without knowing it. Otherwise, how could he have made such a hasty decision to let Niu Hide go?
Send yourself back?
Different from the street fighting in the Battle of Stalingrad, the fear brought about by this kind of artillery fire was far more deterrent than the snipers and patrols in the ruins of the city. Only at this time did Wei Ran truly experience what it was like to be in a battle.
In a tragic battle or war, how insignificant an individual is.
"You! Don't hide there!"
Suddenly, a big hand pulled the trembling Wei Ran out of the shadows, put a pistol to his head, and shouted viciously in his ear, "Either go back and lift the ammunition box, or come over and help! We
Now we need an ammunition hand!"
Without giving Wei Ran a chance to resist, this extraordinarily strong soldier had already pulled him by the wrist and rushed to the ammunition storage point. He raised his hand and pointed at the nearest artillery position and continued shouting at the top of his voice, "You are just responsible for replenishing them."
Ammunition, do you understand? Answer me! Do you understand?!"
"clear!"
Wei Ran, who was awakened by the roar, immediately responded to the opponent at the top of his lungs, then bent down to pick up a cannonball weighing more than ten kilograms, and quickly ran towards the anti-tank gun position not far away.
Behind him, the strong man nonchalantly pulled out a second recruit from the shadows who was also frightened by the artillery. After questioning, he actually pulled the trigger of the pistol directly at his head!
