There was a "bang" gunshot, and a bloody arrow shot out from the German soldier's body before he fell to the ground.
This surprised Xiao Yuan, because he didn't expect that his shot could hit the target. He just wanted to fire to trigger the Soviet army's shooting.
Therefore, when Xiao Yuan saw the fallen German soldiers casting resentful glances in his direction, a chill arose from the bottom of his heart.
"He won't die!" Xiao Yuan thought to himself: "I killed someone!"
This idea is ridiculous, because killing people is the right thing to do on the battlefield, but Xiao Yuan is worried and regretting it.
But Xiao Yuan's intention was achieved...
Xiao Yuan was not the only one who squeezed the trigger with his fingers tightly. The sound of the gun sounded like an order to fire. Suddenly, the entire defense line went "bang bang", and then the machine gun also rang, and the dense bullets were like raindrops.
They poured towards the leaping German troops, knocking down more than a dozen German soldiers at the forefront in a pool of blood on the spot.
The battle entered a fever pitch at that moment. Just as Xiao Yuan thought, the German 50mm mortars soon came into play. Shells roared in one after another, and each round of shells exploded, destroying the Soviet army's firepower.
Dumb.
At this time, the Soviet officer was still shouting: "Go to hell, who fired the gun!"
Xiao Yuan didn't have time to care about this. What he did was to load the rifle again and again like others, and then shoot at the target.
There was a "bang" gunshot, and a German soldier fell down.
The bullet happened to hit the leg of the German soldier... The reason for using "just" is because Xiao Yuan aimed at his body. Perhaps a piece of mud falling from the sky before firing hit the muzzle of the gun and caused it to sink slightly, so it hit
legs.
The German soldiers rolled to the ground holding their wounds and howled like a slaughtered pig, but were soon killed by bullets fired by others.
"Bang" there was another gunshot, and another German soldier fell.
This shot was fired by Xiao Yuan in desperation, because the German soldier rushed 50 meters away from the fire gap, and he was igniting a grenade to throw it into the trench where Xiao Yuan was... As long as he was delayed by half a second, this would have happened.
A smoking grenade will be thrown at Xiao Yuan and blow him up into the sky.
But Xiao Yuan had no intention of thinking about this, because he knew that this kind of life-or-death situation could be seen everywhere on the battlefield. As long as he relaxed a little, he would be the one who died.
Pulled the trigger, but the gun didn't go off.
I made a loading motion and then pulled the trigger, but the gun still didn't go off.
Then Xiao Yuan realized that there were no bullets in the gun. He hid in the trench and reloaded, but because his hands were shaking, he could not reload the gun fully. The bullets that fell were scattered on the floor.
Fortunately, the German soldiers had already retreated at this time... This was just a probing attack. The German army often did this, first ascertaining the enemy's firepower and deployment, and then formulating a targeted attack plan.
Of course, if possible, a tentative attack can turn into a forceful attack at any time.
The sound of gunfire gradually weakened, and Xiao Yuan collapsed in the trench like a deflated ball.
Cheers erupted all around, and the Soviet soldiers celebrated for successfully repelling the enemy and holding the line of defense.
However, at this moment, the instructor shouted angrily: "Who fired the first shot? Who fired the first shot!"
No one answered, but several soldiers nearby turned their attention to Xiao Yuan... The gunfire came from Xiao Yuan's position.
"Go to hell!" The instructor walked up and grabbed Xiao Yuan's collar, his eyes full of contempt: "It's you again, Shulka, you coward!"
Shulka?
Oh, yes, Xiao Yuan should be called Shulka here!
"Do you know what you have done?" The instructor glared at Shulka and cursed fiercely: "If it weren't for you, we could have eliminated more enemies, or even wiped them all out!"
"No, Comrade Instructor!" Shulka replied: "I don't think this is true!"
"Shut up, you bastard!" the instructor roared: "What do you think? Who allows you to have your own ideas?!"
The Soviet army during this period was indeed, as the instructor said, not allowed to have their own ideas. All the soldiers had to do was obey orders.
But of course, Shulka didn't know this.
"Take him down!" the instructor ordered angrily: "Let this coward transport ammunition or do something else. I don't want to see this guy continue to cause trouble here!"
"Wait, Artu!" At this time, an officer crouched over from the other side of the trench. His rank was a major. He was tall and handsome, but a faint scar on his forehead showed that he had combat experience.
officer.
This gave Shulka some peace of mind, because only officers with combat experience could understand what he said, otherwise he would be talking to a cow... Perhaps, this was also the reason why the major stopped the instructor.
The major sat down on the mound next to Shulka and asked, "You just said that's not the case. What do you mean?"
"Comrade Major!" the instructor rushed to report: "That was just an excuse for his cowardice. I saw him hiding in the trench with his rifle thrown aside!"
The major did not respond to the instructor, but raised his head towards Shulka, giving him the authority to speak.
"Comrade Major!" Shulka replied: "The answer is simple, I don't think we should fight the Germans at close range in this case!"
The soldiers around him couldn't help but burst into laughter. The instructor's face showed a bit of disdain and pride, while the bearded man glanced at Shulka angrily and shook his head slightly.
At this time, the Red Army placed more emphasis on spirit and courage. Under the guidance of this kind of thinking, combat usually consisted of charges and close combat. This was also the reason why the Germans were brought closer to fight just now, but Shulka said that this should not be done...
Only the major did not laugh. He asked with a serious face: "Why? Do you think our marksmanship is more accurate than the enemy's? Or do you think we have an advantage in firepower?"
"No, Comrade Major!" Shulka replied: "Our marksmanship is not as accurate as the enemy's, and our firepower is also not superior..."
"And you still think we can't fight in close combat?"
"Yes!" Shulka nodded: "Because the Germans will have a greater advantage in close combat! They have 50mm mortars and are also equipped with a large number of MP38 and MP40 submachine guns, while we only have a small number of ppd submachine guns. This will
Putting us at an absolute disadvantage within a range of 300 meters!"
"You seem to have forgotten that we also have mortars!" the instructor sarcastically said.
As he spoke, the instructor took a mortar from his side and raised it towards Shulka. It was a 37mm light mortar, with a total weight of only three kilograms. It could be used as a shovel by straightening the base. In the Soviet Army
Equipment is very common in the army.
"Its maximum range is only 250 meters, comrade instructor!" Shulka replied: "I think the Germans will know this. Therefore, they are willing to fight us at a distance of 200 to 300 meters!"