Joseph and Stalin once said that the death of one person makes people sad. The death of millions is just a statistic.
Since the Battle of Stalingrad, this number has reached six digits, and the first digit has also made a phased jump from the beginning. 2 and 3 may soon skip 456 and go directly to the number 9.
Street fighting is the most brutal war on the battlefield. There are no tactics to fight here. The only difference is the experience of the soldiers and God’s favor. If you want to survive in street fighting, God will
Care is an indispensable part, otherwise you will not know when and where you will be directly hit by a flying bullet and take away your life.
Yu Yang looked through some gaps between the counters and observed the path in front of his door and window. He didn't see any traces of Germans or Soviets for the time being, but various gunshots popped up from time to time around him.
Yu Yang was reminded that he was now in the center of the battlefield and was in danger of being killed at any time.
The sound of footsteps didn't sound like footsteps. It sounded like someone had stepped on a tin can and made a soft sound from outside the house. The sound was not loud, but Yu Yang could hear it very clearly. Yu Yang could never hear it before.
Even in such a complex environment, I can't distinguish these sounds so clearly. Maybe it's because of the so-called passive skills I acquired before.
Yu Yang took out his sniper rifle, but quickly put away his sniper rifle. At such a close distance, a sniper rifle is much worse than a rifle. The field of view is almost zero, except for the sniper scope.
Within a small area, the rest of the area is a blind spot, and nothing can be seen.
The sound began to get louder and louder, as if it could only be made by at least a dozen people walking together. Yu Yang held his weapon and carefully aimed at the door, his heart already in his throat, ready to fight at any time.
The first thing that entered Yu Yang's field of vision was an khaki color, a leg wearing a khaki military uniform. Seeing this scene, Yu Yang lowered the muzzle of his gun slightly. They were Soviets, not Germans.
The German military uniform is defense gray.
The Soviets seemed to be advancing forward. A Soviet man walking in front of the group was holding a submachine gun and walking cautiously and slowly into the room where Yu Yang was. Then two more men walked in.
After a while, the remaining dozen or so Soviets continued to push forward. This was the Soviet tactic. They wanted to push forward slowly, little by little, one building at a time.
Little by little, the Germans were pushed out of Stalingrad.
Seeing the Soviets walking in, Yu Yang breathed a sigh of relief. In this environment, having two or three comrades is much better than fighting alone. However, Yu Yang did not dare to show his head rashly. At this time, he suddenly appeared to greet Yu Yang.
It won't be a warm embrace from the Soviets, it will just be a bunch of bullets produced in Moscow. It's the same old method. Yu Yang speaks: "Hey, which army are you from?"
Hearing someone talking, the three Soviets immediately turned their guns to the corner. One of the recruits, who looked very immature, fired at Yu Yang's position, but was immediately hit by the veteran next to him.
Slap: "What are you doing? It's a friendly force!"
"We are from the 89th Army. Which unit are you from?" A Soviet veteran lowered the muzzle of his gun and took a few steps forward, but he was still wary. Many Germans could speak Russian.
, German propaganda broadcasts hovered over the city every day, asking the Soviets to lay down their weapons and surrender. However, the people hiding in the corner had the opportunity to kill them, but did not choose to shoot. From this, Veteran Maozi could tell that the people inside
People should not be enemies.
"I'm from the 117th Division!" After Yu Yang finished speaking, he slowly stood up, holding the weapon in his hand, and looked at the three Mao Laozi in front of him: "Don't point your gun at me, I'm afraid you will kill me with one shot.
I'm broken!"
Yu Yang walked out slowly and looked at the young soldier with a smile who had shot because he was too nervous. A bullet hit him not far from Yu Yang. He was really shocked and thought he was not dead.
In the hands of the Germans, he will die in the hands of the old man.
"Hello, sir, Cassie is a new recruit. He was too nervous just now. I hope you can forgive him!" After seeing the military rank on Yu Yang's body, he hurriedly gave Yu Yang a military salute.
Yu Yang waved his hand: "It's okay, I understand, but we can no longer stay in this room. The second floor was destroyed during the bombing just now. There is only one room on the first floor. We have to change to another place!"
Three old men, Yu Yang had the courage to go out. At least he could have some fire support, and he didn't have to worry about being at a loss when facing German troops several times his size after entering the house alone.
"Sir, but the task we have received is to hold on here today until night. After dark, we can regain this street. Twenty meters ahead is the room controlled by the Germans. If we go forward, we need to
With the cooperation of more friendly forces, there are probably more than a hundred German troops on this street!"
The three Soviets looked at it. They were obviously unwilling to risk advancing with Yu Yang. It was their home field at night. They had just arrived here and had lost more than a dozen friendly troops, even if they were talking to Yu Yang.
The veteran is unwilling to continue taking risks. If he goes forward, he will die at any time, but staying in the room is safe at least for now.
Hearing Mao Zi's answer, Yu Yang shook his head helplessly. He thought these Soviet people would move forward with him, but unexpectedly they were rejected.
If anyone tells him that the old soldier is brave in the future, Yu Yang will definitely beat him up. The three old soldiers here seem to be about 1.8 meters tall, but they are like cowards and would rather hide here.
Waiting for death, they were unwilling to move forward. Even if a dozen friendly troops passed by just now, if it weren't for the fact that Yu Yang's military rank was higher than theirs, they would probably think that Yu Yang was crazy and wouldn't even bother to answer.
Knowing that his continued persuasion would have no effect, Yu Yang gave up persuading these three old fools: "Then you can continue to stay here. The place where I stayed just now is a temporary bunker I built, you can use it!"
After Yu Yang finished speaking, he returned to the bunker where he had just been hiding, put the sniper rifle on his back, walked to the door of the room, poked his head out and took a look, and there were a few old Soviet guys squatting in the bunker on the roadside.
Behind them, they climbed forward cautiously. The goal of these Soviets was a three-story building in front of them, which was also one of the relatively complete buildings temporarily preserved on this street.
The road has changed its appearance. There are craters everywhere, collapsed building blocks, etc. Various bunkers have been formed on both sides of the road, and gunshots can be heard from the road windows on both sides from time to time. Mauser
rifles, M1891 Mosin-Nagant rifles, and various miscellaneous submachine guns. The distance between Yu Yang and the firefight area was probably less than twenty meters.
However, since the three Soviets were unwilling to follow him forward, Yu Yang did not dare to step into the firefight area rashly. The encounter on the second floor just now made Yu Yang feel a little worried. He had succeeded in a sneak attack. If he left
Entering a building that the Germans were prepared for, there is probably no difference between entering on your own and entering a hellish gate.
Yu Yang ran out from behind the door and walked back, away from the fighting area. He wanted to find a good sniper position. He used the sniper rifle in his hand to hunt outside the battlefield. Of course, the distance should not be too far. It is best to
Within one or two hundred meters, Yu Yang's shooting accuracy is pretty good at this distance.
Of course, even if he is hunting outside the battlefield, it does not mean that Yu Yang is not in danger. There are dense gunfire here, and the surrounding Soviets and Germans will continue to gather from all directions. Even if Yu Yang is hiding in the air in the distance,
There is also a possibility that someone may have your butt stolen in the room, because this is Stalingrad, Stalingrad in 1942, and there is no such thing as safety in this city.
