typeface
large
in
Small
Turn off the lights
Previous bookshelf directory Bookmark Next

Chapter 38 The Unexpected Victory

Just as the first detonation of the gas was completed, other positions in Position 19 had already entered a critical moment. More than one German tank had broken through the barbed wire fence, and at the same time, there was more than one person on Position 19.

, pick up the explosive package prepared in advance and jump out of the trench, take advantage of the gap between the opponent's tanks to open fire, run over, crawl under the chassis, and even let the heavy tracks run over your legs to ignite the explosives in your arms!

Amidst the continuous explosions, the smell of blood and gunpowder smoke in the air of Position 19 became stronger and stronger, and there were fewer and fewer people alive. Even the members of the death squads who were lucky enough to escape from the trenches climbed up again.

Going into the trench, I was once again prepared to die! And Wei Ran, who was behind the sandbag wall, had already connected the detonating wire to the last mine!

Amidst the rumbling explosions, the German infantry who trampled the broken corpses of their companions to reach 50 meters outside the sandbag wall turned into excellent nourishment on the Soviet land in the smoke.

The breeze full of water vapor and the smell of blood blew away the smoke at the center of the explosion, but at the end, another group of German soldiers also jumped through the tank wreckage without hesitation and jumped into the muddy trench.

Wei Ran threw away the detonation control panel that had lost its value, rubbed the blisters on his fingertips, and then said to the young soldier hiding behind the Deshka heavy machine gun, "Open fire..."

"Finally it's my turn!"

The young soldier with pimples on his face immediately knocked on the helmet of his companion who was responsible for supplying ammunition. Then he pulled the trigger without hesitation and used a series of bullets to pierce the candied haws of German soldiers who had just jumped into the trench.

Wei Ran no longer paid attention to the other party, but took off the telescope stuck on the observation hole step by step. He still remembered that the machine gunner who called himself Boris once asked himself whether Lake Baikal would really bloom in winter.

blue ice.

Even because of the affirmative answer he gave, Boris, the son of a carpenter who grew up in Kiev, once argued with himself that there could be no blue ice, and repeatedly made bets to himself that he would go see it after the war.

Look, if he wins, Weiran will reimburse him for his round-trip train ticket and hotel stay.

"I hope you can win. Even if you lose, at least you can see the blue ice of Lake Baikal."

Wei Ran took one last look at the perseverance and hatred that appeared on the opponent's pimple-covered face, silently left the bunker behind the sandbag wall and walked towards the last remaining anti-tank gun not far away.

But before he could find the shadow of Aleutian or Vanya, a soldier with glasses not far away had already slipped down from the top of the trench.

Subconsciously looking over there, Wei Ran couldn't help but shrink his eyes. The soldier with a big hole in his back seemed to be the artillery observer who arrived here just two days ago! However, soon, he

His position was replaced by a soldier lying on the slope of the trench with a submachine gun in his hand.

The soldier retracted into the trench with his slender anti-tank gun, unloaded and loaded the gun jerkily, then straightened up and pulled the trigger at a rampaging tank less than 100 meters away.

Under the gaze of the stunned Wei Ran, the soldier luckily finished shooting all the bullets in the magazine. Then he hid his body more skillfully and took out half a squashed boiled potato stuffer from his already soaked pocket.

He put it in his mouth, then took out a magazine, pulled out the bullets fixed on it one by one, and stuffed the bullets into the magazine of the anti-tank gun one by one.

However, the moment he straightened up again, a bullet from an unknown source opened a horrific wound on his neck.

Amid the spray of blood, the soldier fell onto his back and fell into the trench, while the anti-tank gun in his arms, which was fixed to the sandbag with a rope, was placed on the shoulder of another soldier like reincarnation.

"Looks like I made a mistake."

Aleutian didn't know when he was standing next to Wei Ran with a cigarette in his mouth, "Originally, I thought you were most likely to be a deserter, but I didn't expect you to choose to stay. If I had known this, those letters and applications

I won’t give the report to you.”

"Even if I'm a rookie, and even if this war has nothing to do with me, I won't be a deserter." Wei Ran shouted, took a sip of the cigarette handed to him, and then stopped.

Coughing all the time.

"Forgot you can't smoke"

Aleutian put the cigarette butt back into his mouth and took a deep breath. Then it flew into the quagmire in the distance. He pointed at the anti-tank gun next to him and shouted, "Help carry ammunition!"

Wei Ran, who tried his best to stop his coughing, wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes, bent down and waved to the soldiers in the bunker who were handing out shells. The latter, who was already exhausted, did not refuse, and simply climbed out and gave up his job to

Wei Ran, and after he took a breath, he immediately climbed into the trench, picked up a submachine gun and pointed it at the enemy outside the barbed wire fence.

In the dim bunker, Wei Ran bent over and handed the shells to Aleutian or other people who replaced him at the entrance of the cave. Even Zoya came over to help carry the shells for a while, but not long after, the person carrying the shells

But it turned into Vanya again.

Wei Ran didn't know what the fighting situation was like outside, and he didn't even dare to ask where Aleutian and Zoya had gone. He just endured the pain in his waist and mechanically handed the fewer and fewer shells to the people outside the bunker.

But what worried him was that the sounds of firefights outside were getting less and less, while the sound of tank engines was getting closer and closer.

Finally, Vanya pushed away the cannonball delivered by Wei Ran and said in a hoarse voice, "Okay, postman, the battle will be over soon."

"We won?" Wei Ran subconsciously looked outside.

Vanya turned to look at the tank that had already driven into the trench. It was not until the tank plunged into the trench that was about three meters wide and was hit with an incendiary bottle by two soldiers that she said calmly, "Maybe, but we

Maybe we can no longer wait for victory.”

Wei Ran struggled to climb out of the bunker, and then he saw Aleutian, covered in blood, taking out a wooden board with a five-pointed star outline and a small bucket of paint from the glove box behind the artillery shield, and carefully placed it on the shield.

Painted with five-pointed stars representing achievements.

In the corner behind him, Zoya's chest was soaked with blood, and her big eyes that had lost their luster were looking in the direction of Aleutian until her death.

"Clang!"

Aleutian finished drawing the last five-pointed star, then threw the wooden board in his hand to the shell shell aside, sat on the artillery hoe dullly, and gently hugged Zoya's body, "Victor, I

Remember you said you could take pictures, take one for us, just use her camera."

Wei Ran glanced at the second tank that had already driven into the trench in the distance, and silently took the camera that the former had taken from Zoya's neck.

Next to her, Vanya took out a five-pointed star polished from the skin of a cannon shell and hung it on the artillery shield. Then she took out her identity capsule from her arms, along with Aleutian's and Zoya's,

It was thrown into a cannon shell that was picked up casually.

"Victor, your identity capsule."

Vanya said in a hoarse voice, "Although the hydraulic retraction of this artillery piece is broken, at least its barrel is strong enough to protect it..."

"No need, my identity capsule is empty."

Wei Ran said perfunctorily, focusing all his attention on the Leica camera in his hand. Its glass lens was broken. Even if it could take a picture, I'm afraid...

Vanya opened her mouth, then picked up the paint bucket next to Aleutian, poured all the remaining paint into the shell shell that only contained three identity capsules, and then filled it with a handful of crushed powder.

Bones and shrapnel were stuffed into the barrel of the cannon.

"Victor, don't waste time." Aleutian urged as he saw a tank emerging overhead not far away.

"Get your posture right!"

Wei Ran glanced at the tank Vanya that was already rushing towards him, gritted his teeth, raised the scrapped camera, pointed it at the man and woman, and pressed the shutter...


This chapter has been completed!
Previous Bookshelf directory Bookmark Next