"I'll go with you too!" Wei Ran was the first to stand up and said, but accidentally hit the log above his head, causing him to grimace in pain.
"Including you, of course" Mehri had already rushed out of the damp underground bunker before he finished speaking.
Under the leadership of this one-armed old man, Wei Ran and a group of Aleut soldiers organized from other places ran along the intricate trenches to an ammunition dump. .
“Prioritize the artillery shells and ammunition boxes!” Aleutian shouted at the top of his voice, then put two bullet chains on his shoulders, picked up a wooden box, and continued along the trench without stopping. Run forward.
Behind him, whether it was the one-armed old man Mehri or the soldiers who didn't even have guns on them, they all grabbed as many supplies as they could and followed closely behind.
When it was Wei Ran's turn, he reached out and grabbed an ammunition box and put it on his shoulder. The weight of about fifty kilograms made his body sway. A young soldier following him had already quickly stuffed a large magazine into Wei Ran's pocket.
He knew without even looking at the size and weight of the two magazines that they should be 14.5 mm steel core armor-piercing bullets for anti-tank guns. But not only did this slight sense of familiarity have no comforting effect, it actually caused cold sweat to break out on Wei Ran's forehead. Shooting tanks with an anti-tank gun was definitely not a good job!
Under the illumination of flares that rose from time to time, Wei Ran carried a wooden box weighing about forty kilograms and followed the large troops stumbling forward in the muddy trench. From time to time, he would fall down. Soviet soldiers who were firing on the trenches slid wailing into the bottom of the trenches, splashing large swaths of mud.
"Boom!"
An almost close explosion sounded from outside the trench. Several soldiers lying on the trench were lifted up into the air by the huge shock wave, and were broken into pieces. It fell and fell everywhere like a doll torn to pieces by a naughty child.
Not daring to look at the thing that just hit him on the back of the head, Wei Ran carried the wooden box and struggled to stand up again in the mud mixed with blood and rotten flesh, hunched over and continued to follow him. The people ran forward risking their lives.
In the winding and crisscrossing trenches, simple road signs made of wooden boards can be found at almost every fork in the road. Under the leadership of the leader Aleut, everyone quickly advanced through the intricate trenches and converged. Other teams helping to transport ammunition rushed to the intersection of positions 18 and 19 as quickly as possible.
Without any hesitation, Wei Ran carried the ammunition box and ran towards position 19, and the person leading the way in front of him was none other than the Aleut.
As we walked along the narrow trench at our feet to the end, we saw that this position was like a string of beads strung up by a rope, with four ZIS-3 anti-tank guns loosely arranged. . In the trenches between these four anti-tank guns, there were some hand-held anti-tank guns sitting against the wall.Tank guns, waiting for soldiers climbing into the trenches to fight back.
Just when Wei Ran put down the ammunition box and was about to take out the two huge magazines from his pocket, a shell hit the farthest cannon!
Amidst the loud rumbling noise, the smelly mud fell from the sky like rain. Wei Ran even saw with his own eyes that a soldier not too far away from him was suddenly dropped. The small half of the artillery shield was cut in half!
The rumbling explosions became more and more dense. Whether it was the soldiers holding their positions or Wei Ran and others who helped transport ammunition, they all huddled in the trenches and could not even raise their heads.
At some point, a particularly clear whistle sounded from the corner of the trench. A middle-aged soldier with a beard and glasses vigorously shook the lit flashlight.
This weak yellow light was like a signal. The surrounding soldiers stood up immediately. Without even having time to wipe the mud on their heads and backs, they returned to their fighting positions and began to fight back with their hands. The remaining three anti-tank guns, under the control of the gun crew members, quickly fired shells one after another!
This round of counterattack was very effective. Those German tanks that had already reached less than 500 meters away from their positions under the cover of artillery immediately either exploded or caught fire, and some even simply He lost control and bumped into his companion, which also completely exposed the German infantry hiding behind him.
What surprised Wei Ran even more was that the Aleutian who brought them over did not hesitate at all. He rushed to the side of the soldier who had been chopped in half, and took the weapon from the other's hand that he held tightly until his death. The anti-tank rifle was placed on the trench, and after a brief aim, the trigger was pulled!
The gunshots mixed in with the gunfire became extremely confusing, but the Aleutian, pushed by the huge recoil of the anti-tank gun, allowed Wei Ran, who was less than five meters away, to see everything clearly. Chu!
I did not follow those soldiers back to the ammunition depot to carry supplies, nor did I take over the weapons and responsibilities from the fallen soldiers without hesitation like the Aleutians did. Under the cover of night, Wei Ran hurriedly retreated to a corner where he thought he was safe.
Wei Ran had to admit that he was scared. The shells exploding so close at hand, the loud noises that made his ears buzz so hard that he couldn’t even hear what the person facing him was saying, those The blown up mud, broken limbs, and even the terrifying whistle before the shell hit the ground made Wei Ran, who was lucky enough to survive the Battle of Stalingrad, immediately realize that he had actually drifted away without knowing it, otherwise what would happen? Would he make such a hasty decision and let the cowhide notebook send him back?
Different from the street fighting in the Battle of Stalingrad, the fear brought by this kind of artillery fire is far more deterrent than the snipers and patrols in the ruins of the city. Only at this time can Wei Ran Really experience how insignificant an individual is in a tragic battle or war.
"You! Don't hide there!"
Suddenly, a big handHe pulled the trembling Wei Ran out of the shadows, put a pistol to his head, and shouted viciously in his ear, "Either go back and lift the ammunition box, or come over and help! We are short of an ammunition hand now." !”
Without giving Wei Ran a chance to resist, this extraordinarily strong soldier had already grabbed his wrist and rushed to the ammunition dump, raised his hand and pointed to the nearest artillery position and continued shouting at the top of his lungs. Said, "You are only responsible for replenishing ammunition for them, do you understand? Answer me! Do you understand?!"
"Understood!"
Wei Ran, who was awakened by this roar, immediately He responded to the other party in a loud voice, then bent down to pick up a cannonball weighing more than ten kilograms, and flew towards the anti-tank gun position not far away.
Behind him, the strong man unconcernedly pulled out a second recruit from the shadows who was also frightened by the artillery. After some questioning, he actually slapped his head directly. The trigger of the pistol was moved!