Imperial Overlord

The street fighting in Kharkov has just kicked off. The Soviet soldiers who stayed here are all Soviet elites who voluntarily died here.

Of course, these so-called elites are just some Soviet recruits who have been fooled and have undergone some training.

After all, when Zhukov was leaving, he was reluctant to leave the real main force who had experienced the test of war here.

A Soviet soldier is holding his Mosin Nagant rifle at this moment, leaning against the edge of a broken and collapsed low wall.

Beside him was the body of a Soviet soldier who was lying down. The soldier was shot in the head and fell there with blood splattering.

When this Soviet recruit who became a corpse was hit by a bullet just now, everyone around him vomited. It was the first time they saw what it was like to be hit by a bullet, so they kept vomiting until just now. some.

The experience of seeing a Soviet soldier in the head with a stray bullet was not very pleasant, because the force of the bullet left a hole in the man's helmet and blood splattered the corpse's face.

The fallen Soviet soldier, who just kept talking to him, turned into a disgusting corpse under his feet in less than a second.

Before he even had time to shout, the man was hit by a bullet and became a corpse, and a living life came to such a humble end.

No one even asked about the corpse, just let the corpses piled up in the corner, rotten and deteriorated and become the source of the plague.

Although the temperature is dropping, the corpse will still rot and deteriorate at this temperature, and it will still emit a foul smell, making people have to cover their mouths.

As the number of such corpses increases, so does the disease in the city. Although the Soviets were reluctant to contract the plague, they really didn't have the leisure to deal with those corpses.

Because the positions they are stationed in may be occupied by the German army at any time, cleaning the city for the enemy is definitely not something everyone is willing to do.

The German soldier was not far in front of him, and the bullet just came from that direction.

But no one dared to stick his head out to see how close the Germans were to him.

The last fool who stuck his head out to watch the fun just lay there and became a corpse that made everyone sick.

The Germans don't want to be taken prisoners, this is propaganda made by the superiors. Therefore, they did not dare to surrender, and could only curl up behind the so-called ruins of the defense line, waiting for their doom.

They have been squatting in the trenches for two days, but these poor Soviet soldiers still haven't seen a ferocious German SS who heard that they caught the Russians and shot them.

Not to mention the terrifying existence of the SS, they have never even seen a serious Wehrmacht.

The closest time to the Germans, these Soviet soldiers, who were like birds of prey, just heard the Germans' shouts and collapsed.

It is simply impossible to count on these temporarily formed Soviet troops to counterattack the tightly guarded German line of defense.

The bullets coming in the face will make them lie on the ground and stagnate, and let the political commissar who oversees the battle cry, and refuse to get up and take a step.

With the slaughter of artillery and machine gun fire, these soldiers would cry and retreat, and no one could stop them.

It was only in the last few days that they had somewhat adapted to the environment of the battlefield, and barely became Soviet "veterans" who could hold the line of defense.

"How many people are there?" The political commissar leaning on the wall with a pistol asked.

The Soviet recruit, who was leaning against the wall of the ruins, with his stomach tumbling somewhat because of blood, had to quickly stick out his head and look at the direction of the German army.

On the opposite side, far, far away, the domes of several M35 steel helmets could be vaguely seen behind the ruins, and it seemed that there were many people on the other side.

In just a split second, the recruit retracted his head and reported to the officer beside him: "Comrade Political Commissar... It's very close... Damn it!"

"So close? Prepare to fight back! Prepare to fight back!" The commissar waved the weapon in his hand, trying to organize an attack.

If the distance between the two sides is too close, the firepower advantage of the German automatic weapons is not obvious.

In close hand-to-hand combat, the battle will be decided by the number of people. As long as there are enough soldiers on his side who are not afraid of death, he can regain the position lost in the morning.

Damn counterattack... The Soviet recruit next to the political commissar held his Mosin Nagant rifle and kept complaining in his heart.

If he stood up and ran to the German position at this time, he would definitely be greeted by the precise shooting of the G43 rifle.

Like the corpse next to him whose head had been shot, he would lie upright on the road and become a cold corpse.

Then, terrible things will continue to happen, and even if the bullets from the Germans who opened fire first are avoided, things are far from over.

A German weapon called the MG42 machine gun is simply a perverted existence. It has a saw nicknamed Hitler, and you can see how terrible this weapon is from the name.

This machine gun, like a saw blade, makes the sound of sawing wood. Cutting is indeed the life of Soviet soldiers. It can fire at extremely long distances, and the rate of fire is very terrifying.

The weapon could easily hit Soviet soldiers, driving hordes of Soviet soldiers back to where they left off.

He once saw several comrades in arms being knocked down by German machine guns, but because the distance was too far, he did not enjoy the feeling of blood spraying all over his face at close range today.

It is a pity that everything that is about to happen is not something he can control. With the cry of the political commissar, the Soviet counterattack began like this.

Several Soviet soldiers rushed out from behind the bunkers where they were hiding, shouting "Ulla" loudly, and rushed to the German positions.

Immediately afterwards, more Soviet recruits poured out, turning the ruined area that had no sound like a cemetery into a noisy and chaotic world.

The Soviet soldier could only get up, mixed in with the crowd, and took his own steps forward with difficulty.

"Tutu! Tutu!" The voice that sounded like tearing linen really sounded, and for the Soviet soldiers, this sound made people shudder.

Not caring about anything else, the Soviet recruit who had experienced several previous defeats hurriedly fell to the ground, letting bullets fly over his head.

In front of him, a Soviet soldier trembled twice as if he had been electrocuted, and fell weakly on the road of the attack.

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