Nine Hundred and Forty Dust to Dust

readx(); In ancient China, it was like to say that one will be successful, and the bones will be dead. There is a proverb in the West that the throne of the emperor is full of corpses. ``In fact, they all talk about sacrifice from the perspective of winners. Sadly, no one likes to explore the fate of losers.

Zhao Kuo in Changping seems to have failed, but the soldiers who followed him are still dying. So no matter whether you win or lose, as long as there is competition, there will be sacrifices, and sacrifices often mean blood flowing into rivers and corpses everywhere.

The scramble for the city of Stalingrad has reached a tragic level of collapse, and the positions held by the Soviet Union have been cut by the German army. The German army seemed to be a sharp long sword, splitting the enemy's shield from the center. Now that part of the German army inside Stalingrad is already building artillery positions on the river bank, the German army can finally use their best method to deal with the endless stream of ships sailing on the Volga River.

The German army transported two 88mm anti-aircraft guns to the shore, and then shot the ships on the river flat like they were dealing with tanks, which suddenly reduced the reinforcements and supplies received by Stalingrad by another third.

The last complete reserve division of the Soviet army went into battle, frantically trying to recapture the lost warehouse and open up the connections within Stalingrad. The battle then broke out, and row after row of Soviet troops were not afraid of death, desperately attacking the German defensive positions.

"Boom!" A Soviet soldier took his own Mosin Nagant rifle and aimed at a German Ukrainian soldier opposite him. He fired without hesitation, and the bullet hit the Ukrainian in the face. He was killed directly inside the bunker, but the comrades around the German army also noticed the danger, and looked up and saw the Soviet soldier.

So the Soviet soldier nervously began to pull the bolt on the gun with his hands, trembling and repeated several times without pulling the tighter bolt. At this time, the German soldiers had already turned their guns and pointed the G43 rifle in their hands at him.

Without the slightest hesitation, the German soldier pulled the trigger, and the bullet accurately hit the opposite Soviet soldier, knocking him down to the ground. But beside the fallen Soviet soldier, a dozen Soviet soldiers with long guns inserted into the bayonet were shouting and rushing towards the German position.

The machine guns on the German positions screamed and sprayed flames, and fired dense bullets at their enemies. Of course, the Soviets did not come to die, and their machine guns also began to fight, suppressing the firepower of the German army. The bullets could almost collide with each other. When the German machine gun bullets fired at the Soviet infantry, the Soviet machine gun bullets also hit the sandbags on the German machine gun position.

Don't think that the German soldiers are really small strong with copper heads and iron arms. Bullets hitting them can also make a hole gushing blood, making them scream and fall to the ground twisted to die. Soviet bullets were just as deadly. The German deputy shooter fell to the ground after being shot, and the German firepower in this machine gun position was immediately suppressed.

Soldiers of the Soviet Red Army rushed to the German positions,

The two sides launched the most brutal hand-to-hand combat. On the position covered with the corpses of Soviet soldiers, everyone held bayonets and lifted shovels, just like that. High-tech weapons and equipment seem to be useless here, and everyone is using the most primitive methods to kill their opponents.

"Ah!" A Soviet soldier rushed towards the 17-year-old Ukrainian recruit with his own bayonet. The opponent couldn't dodge in time, and the bayonet was stuck in the gap between the Ukrainian recruit's ribs. The blood soaked the black clothes of the German soldier in an instant, and dyed the dusty fabric into another more disgusting color.

"Woo..." The Ukrainian young man grabbed the opponent's gun body with both hands, spitting blood and staring at the opponent who killed him. He was speechless, because more blood would flow from his mouth when he opened his mouth. gushing out. However, he still grabbed the opponent's gun body vigorously, as if he didn't want the person who killed him to succeed like this.

But soon the second Soviet soldier who jumped into the trench rushed over. The Soviet soldier also stabbed the long gun in his hand forward, and the bayonet inserted in front of the gun stabbed the young Ukrainian from another direction. On the other side of the soldier's chest, the two of them worked together, and the young Ukrainian collapsed on the ground of the trench.

Only a few meters away from them, a German soldier was waving a shovel. Looking at him, he knew that this was not a German soldier, but a servant from Ukraine. However, he is obviously much better than his comrades. At this time, he has already killed the Soviet soldiers who jumped into the trenches on the opposite side.

The head of the shovel in his hand was covered with blood, and it was flowing down a little bit in the direction, but the blood soon dried up in the wind and turned into sticky red paint. The shovel was painted a bright scarlet.

The German soldier glanced at the corpse at his feet, then raised his head just in time to see two Soviet soldiers drawing their bayonets from his young comrade. So he smiled, picked up the Mosin Nagant on the corpse from the ground, and walked towards the two enemies who had spotted him with the shining bayonet.

"Killing a child has the ability to fart! Come! Come to me!" The German soldier from Ukraine yelled, and then stabbed the Soviet soldier on the left with a bayonet. The Soviet soldier obviously also had two brushes. With the body of the gun in his hand, he pushed away the bayonet stabbed by the German soldier, and wanted to stab the German soldier.

The German soldier who failed to make a single blow quickly retracted the long gun in his hand, and swung away the bayonet extended by the second Soviet soldier with the butt of the gun. With one against two, he obviously cannot win easily. So he took two steps back and made way for a short distance to look for opportunities.

However, he stepped back and stumbled over the body of the Soviet soldier he killed just now. After a stagger, he found that the bayonets of the two Soviet soldiers in front of him had already stabbed him - this was a battlefield, and there were no people there. What foolish pursuit of chivalry, taking advantage of your illness to kill you is the eternal truth here.

The German soldier knew that he had no way to get away safely, so he also stabbed the spear in his hand at one of the Soviet soldiers, trying to kill a murderer who killed him before he died. After a short confrontation, a Soviet soldier dropped his gun and fell down, and the Ukrainians on the ground lost their breath.

Pulling out his gun from the Ukrainian soldier, the living Soviet soldier panted heavily, shaking his head as if his eyes were red, looking for the next target he wanted to kill. But all he saw was one Soviet soldier after another jumping into the trench and then hastily leaving.

There were voices shouting Ulla everywhere, and he knew that it was the voice of his troops capturing a position of the German army. It was a group of soldiers shouting from their hearts in the joy of victory. Looking at the corpses of the German soldiers and Soviet soldiers lying under their feet, the Soviet soldier pulled the bolt and reloaded the rifle, then jumped out of the trench with other troops and rushed to another distant road. trenches.

The order received by the Soviet Red Army was to recapture the position occupied by the Germans and drive the Germans back from the banks of the Volga River. Now they are less than fifty meters away from their goal, maybe they will succeed soon, after all, there are not many regular German troops here.

"Tudu! Tut!" Accompanied by the sound of gunfire, another wave of tracer bullets flew from the front. There was no time for everyone to think about it. The experienced Soviet soldiers had already bent down and lay on the ground, while the standing Soviets They were soon beaten to nothing. The Soviet army began to shoot back at the German army directly in front with the rifles in their hands. The two sides opened fire at each other across a street less than 10 meters wide. The bullets hit the walls and the ground and sent out dazzling sparks.

The Soviet who had just killed two Ukrainian soldiers lay on the ground, and suddenly felt a slight tremor on the ground. He stared at the dust beside his palm in horror, and found that there were indeed some fine gravel dancing there. He knew that the German tanks should be approaching, otherwise the ruins would not "shake" like this.

So he narrowed his eyes and raised his head, and saw a Panther tank that he had never seen before, rolling forward about twenty meters in front of him. There are only two 20mm cannons on the turret of this Leopard tank, and that damned guy fired out the violent barrage of bullets just now.

Before he could twist his body to make way for the tank's advance, this strange Panther tank without a main gun revealed the special weapon in the middle of the two cannons. The Soviet soldier didn't know what it was, but he had a feeling, an inexplicable, desperate urge.

Soon the new-style weapon flashed in the air, and then the high-pressure gasoline gushed out, covering all the targets directly in front of the tank in an instant, and the wide and huge flames engulfed everything, passing it Everything was burning hot and red.

The Soviet soldier only saw the flames in front of him getting bigger and bigger, and then felt the pain on his face and body like peeling off the skin. He wanted to howl heart-piercingly, but a scorching gas rushed into his lungs, and he lost all his thinking and memory in an instant, leaving only burnt carbides that shrunk into a sticky surface Crispy ashes on top.

The flame-breathing modified Leopard tank continued to move forward, its tracks crossed the rubble, and finally hit a pile of corpses that were smoking and flickering, crushing these brittle corpses with ease. , turned into real dust. >