Three German tanks were divided into three directions: left, center and right to cover the infantry attack. At this time, the tank on the right was blown up and a gap appeared. Especially under the pressing attack of the German army, the two armies were even less than a hundred meters apart.
meters, such a close distance would be more advantageous for the Soviet army, the advantage of hand-to-hand combat...
Of course, Major Gavrilov would not give up this opportunity. He waved his pistol and shouted with all his strength: "Comrades, follow me! Charge!"
"Come on!" the Soviet soldiers shouted and jumped out of the trenches with bayonets in hand. One after another, they crossed the Shulka and the wreckage of the German tanks and rushed towards the German army like a tide. In a moment, the soldiers from both sides were
Tangled together into brutal hand-to-hand combat.
At this time, Shulka didn't want to join anymore. The fact was that he didn't want to... He felt that he no longer had any strength or courage to get up from the ground.
However, it does not make much difference whether Shulka joins the battle or not.
Because the battle situation had been decided, the German army, which originally had the upper hand, did not expect that there would be a sudden counterattack. Although this counterattack only occurred on the right wing, once the two armies entered into hand-to-hand combat, it would be difficult for the German heavy equipment to be effective.
Among them, especially the German tanks, their flanks were quickly exposed to the Soviet troops who rushed into the German camp. The embarrassing thing was that the German tanks were unable to fight back... Soldiers from both the enemy and ours were mixed together, and machine guns and tank guns were bound to kill the enemy.
He will also kill his own people.
As a result, the tank could only let the Soviet soldiers approach, and then stuff explosive packets into its chassis to blow it up. Another tank was even blown up by opening the hatch and throwing grenades into it, along with the tank and the man.
Not long after, the German army retreated like a tide, leaving behind a pile of corpses. Some who had no time to escape raised their hands and surrendered to the Soviet army.
"Shulka, Shulka!" Okunev stumbled to Shulka's position, threw himself on his knees, then raised his head and shouted without any explanation: "Hygienist, hygienist..."
"Okunev!" Shulka sat up with his arms propped up.
This startled Okunev. He stared at Shulka with wide eyes. After a while, he punched Shulka hard and laughed: "You're not dead yet."
Ah, lucky fellow!"
"Of course!" Shulka replied: "But if we don't return to the trenches, we may be close to death!"
"What's the meaning?"
Shulka did not answer, turned around and ran towards the trench with Okunev.
As soon as the two men hid in the trench with their front legs, the shells followed them with their rear legs, which surprised Okunev again.
In fact, this is not difficult to guess. The Germans have done a good job in coordinating their arms. Of course, their artillery will cover the retreat of the remaining soldiers and give the Soviet soldiers a show of strength.
"Do you know?" After the gunfire stopped, Okunev handed Shulka a cigarette...Okunev rolled it by himself, and it was still stained with his saliva.
"What?" Shulka did not refuse.
Anyone who has enjoyed the smoke of the battlefield, life and death, broken limbs and limbs, and having his intestines ripped out of his stomach, and still cares about saliva, must be a madman.
"I almost don't recognize you!" Okunev struck a match and lit a cigarette for Shulka, then lit one for himself: "You are no longer the same Shulka!"
Shulka didn't answer, he felt a little guilty, because he really wasn't.
"You seem to be able to guess what dangers there will be!" Okunev said with an incredible expression on his face: "For example, you can avoid the dive and strafing of the plane, for example, you just knew that the Germans would fire, and more importantly, you can still
Blow up a tank... God, dozens of us sacrificed our lives there, and no one could succeed, but you did it on your own..."
"With your bottle, Okunev!" said Shulka.
"Oh, really?" Okunev couldn't help laughing: "That's my credit!"
"Of course!" Shulka nodded seriously: "You said...how should I report your achievements to them?" Report to the instructor, the wine bottle I used was stolen by Okunev from the officers' mess.
'!"
"Oh, no!" Okunev slapped his head in annoyance: "You'd better stop talking, otherwise they will be sent to transport ammunition!"
Shulka laughed and accidentally choked on the cigarette, which caused a fit of coughing and tears.
"Comrade Shulka!" At this time, a communications soldier appeared in front of the two of them, and he even saluted Shulka.
This made Shulka curse in his mind. If a German sniper was watching here right now, he would become their target.
"The major wants you to go to the headquarters!" the correspondent said.
This time everyone knew it was a good thing. Okunev patted Shulka on the shoulder and lowered his voice: "Remember, don't mention the bottle!"
Shulka responded with a smile: "Don't worry, Okunev, I won't tell the truth!"
What was different from before was that the attitude of the soldiers on the way to the headquarters was completely different... When Shulka passed by the Soviet soldiers, someone kept shouting:
"Well done, Shulka!"
"Well played!"
"We all saw it, you burned the enemy tank, what a brave act!"
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What Shulka didn't know was that something happened at the headquarters at this time.
When Major Gavrilov returned to the headquarters, the instructor was angry at the few deserters he had caught... Shulka's idea was right. This was a fortress, surrounded by German troops. Apart from surrendering to the German troops, there was no way
There is no way to escape.
"This is a shame!" the instructor waved his hands and shouted angrily: "It is an unprecedented stain. There are scum like you in our army. Your behavior is more intolerable than the traitor I just wanted to shoot...
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"He is not a traitor, Comrade Artu!" Major Gavrilov interrupted the instructor.
"What?" The instructor looked at Major Gavrilov in confusion.
"Shulka, he is not a traitor!" Major Gavrilov replied: "He has proven it with his courage!"
"You mean how many enemies he killed?" The instructor laughed: "No, that might just be his cover, Major! You know, they are very cunning..."
"No, Comrade Artu!" Major Gavrilov interrupted the instructor again: "He not only killed a few enemies, he blew up an enemy tank so that we could successfully launch a counterattack. Otherwise
, this place has probably been captured! In other words... he saved us, all of us!"
After a pause, Major Gavrilov added: "If he is a traitor, then I need such a traitor!"