When Yu Zhiqian met the Soviet soldiers for the third time, he felt no fluctuation in his heart. He glanced at the dozen Soviet soldiers in front of him, turned around and continued walking forward.
"Da da da……"
Yu Zhiqian's feet suddenly stepped on the concrete floor, and the hard-soled leather shoes made a crisp impact sound on the ground. Yu Zhiqian was stunned for a moment, and several Soviet soldiers were also stunned. This sound...
"Have you been exposed?" Yu Zhiqian instantly escaped from his pistol and aimed it behind him. Several Soviet soldiers behind him also realized what they were doing. They turned around and looked at Yu Zhiqian's shoes, before they could even put their guns in their hands. lift it up.
"Are you German!"
These were the last words spoken by the Soviet second lieutenant. Yu Zhiqian had already pulled the trigger and shot the Soviet soldier to death. After hearing the gunshot, the other Soviet soldiers wanted to give up their weapons. Take it out, but Yu Zhiqian's reaction speed is much faster than them
In Yu Zhiqian's eyes, more than a dozen Soviet soldiers were like shooting targets. They were fixed targets less than ten meters each. Yu Zhiqian shot one at a time. In his eyes, these Soviet soldiers were like the crosshairs on the target. Yu Zhiqian only had to keep moving. Just the muzzle.
One shot, one shot, in less than ten seconds, or even about five seconds, the group of Soviet soldiers didn't even have time to pull the bolt. Yu Zhiqian had already killed all the Soviet soldiers in front of him, and slowly put away his weapons. After getting up, Yu Zhiqian glanced at the corpse on the ground, shook his head, and continued to move forward.
"Da da da da..."
The leather shoes made a crisp sound when they stepped on the ground. Yu Zhiqian did not change his shoes. There were no shoes to change. The Soviet boots were too thin. They did not provide any warmth when worn. If he met a Soviet officer above a major, Maybe you can get a suitable pair of shoes.
Yu Zhiqian continued to walk forward with strange thoughts. For some reason, Yu Zhiqian felt a little irritated, but he had an indescribable feeling, as if there was something, but he didn't know what it was.
Not far away is the front line, where a fierce exchange of fire is going on. In a small building, a pot of chicken is cooking. In this building, dozens of German soldiers, Soviet soldiers and Italian soldiers have died...
The further back Yu Zhiqian walked, the more Soviet soldiers he encountered. However, most of the Soviet soldiers here were hiding in some corners one or two. They were all soldiers who had retreated from the battlefield during the day.
For this group of soldiers, it is not easy to survive. Being able to lie quietly now is the happiest thing in the world. At least now they can't hear the wailing of their comrades or the shouts of the political commissar behind them. , and I can’t see the formidable expressions of the Germans.
No one looked at Yu Zhiqian. This was the rear, and there was still firefighting in front. No Soviet people believed that there would be a German who would dare to walk on the Soviet territory with such arrogance.
Yu Zhiqian found a brightly lit place in the room and walked slowly in. There were five or six Soviet people in the room huddled around a small fire to keep warm.
"Damn it, who's here? There's no place left!"
An old soldier, Youzi, heard the voice behind him and complained with some dissatisfaction. After turning around and seeing Yu Zhiqian, he reluctantly said: "Hello, sir!"
But I was complaining in my heart that these damn officers saw that they had a good position and wanted to take it away!
"Smoking?"
Yu Zhiqian took out a pack of cigarettes and looked at the Soviet soldiers in front of him. The other Soviet soldiers looked at Yu Zhiqian and were stunned for a moment. They had never seen an officer take the initiative to give them cigarettes. In the eyes of the officers, these soldiers were just cannon fodder. I don't even want to say a word.
"Thanks!"
A thin Soviet soldier stretched out his hand, took a cigarette from Yu Zhiqian's hand, then put the cigarette in front of the fire and lit it with a smile on his face: "Thank you, sir!"
"It's okay! Where are you!"
After the other soldiers saw it, they all reached out and took out a cigarette.
"Thank you sir!"
"Thank you sir!"
"..."
Yu Zhiqian also lit one for himself and looked at several Soviet soldiers. They were all young. The oldest was Youzi, the veteran who just spoke, and the others, judging by their military ranks, were all new recruits who had just joined the army.
"Do you know where the tractor factory is?" Yu Zhiqian asked these Soviet soldiers after lighting his cigarette and reaching for the fire to warm himself.
"Tractor factory?"
Several recruits looked at each other and shook their heads. They were not from the Stalingrad area. They had just been transported to Stalingrad two days ago. It was not easy to survive until now.
"And you?"
Yu Zhiqian looked at the veteran Youzi.
Veteran Youzi glanced at Yu Zhiqian and saw the boots on Yu Zhiqian's feet, but said nothing. The shoes on his own feet were also the shoes of German soldiers. People who survived the battlefield had more or less something from the other side.
"It's not far, about a kilometer behind. If you go straight ahead, you can see a collapsed bell tower, right next to the bell tower!"
Lao Lao Youzi took a puff of cigarette and then said slowly.
Yu Zhiqian took out a pack of Soviet cigarettes that he had collected and threw them to the veteran Youzi: "Thank you!"
"Thank you sir!"
Veteran Youzi took the cigarette and smiled broadly. A pack of cigarettes is hard currency and you can exchange it for a lot of things on the black market!
Yu Zhiqian got out of the ruins, and the cold wind outside immediately came in. Yu Zhiqian couldn't help but wrap his clothes tightly. The winter in Stalingrad was really too cold.
If you continue walking forward for a while, you will be out of the control of the Soviets and will soon be close to the firefighting zone. However, this side is north of Stalingrad. There are not many German troops. They just besieged the Soviets before the Battle of Stalingrad. In the middle, the intensity of the attack is much weaker than the main attack direction in the west.
However, this area is the most active area for German snipers, because there is no intensive artillery fire and no sea of people, so they can play freely. There are also many Soviet snipers gathered in this area, and everyone competes with each other here. , the unlucky ones are ordinary soldiers.
"Is it a collapsed bell tower? It seems that every city in the world has a bell tower! I wonder what a collapsed bell tower looks like!"
Yu Zhiqian complained while looking around. It was already past twelve o'clock in the evening. This time was already the coldest time in Stalingrad. Yu Zhiqian relied on the warm baby to resist the cold wind. Yu Zhiqian didn't know that Germany was outside the city. How do people spend their nights?
