Chapter 779: German-Soviet War (85)

Kapushikin, a soldier of the Restoration Army, rushed towards the Soviet soldier opposite with his Mosin-Nagant rifle.

He was a young boy who looked only 17 or 18 years old at most. However, Kapushikin didn't care whether the other party was a child or an old man. His heart was already filled with hatred. All Stalin's lackeys should die! !

As if sensing the momentum of this hatred, a trace of timidity appeared on the face of the young soldier, and the hand holding the rifle trembled slightly.

"Ha!" Kapushikin shouted and stabbed out the bayonet in his hand. Since the Tsarist period, the Russian army has been very good at bayonet fighting. The Soviet army also inherited this tradition. As a Slavic nation, Soviet soldiers are physically strong. In addition, the Mosin-Nagant rifle was the longest rifle during World War II (the Mosin-Nagant 1891 model was 4 meters long, with a bayonet of 74 meters; the later improved M181891/30 model was shortened in length), so it was said that an inch longer was an inch stronger, so it had a great advantage in the bayonet fight. However, the Soviet bayonet had a single function, only the function of stabbing, without a blade, and could not be hacked.

There was no room for timidity on the battlefield. The young soldier could not dodge in time, and the bayonet was inserted into his chest fiercely. The blood soaked his military uniform in an instant, and the dusty fabric was dyed into another more disgusting color.

"Woo..." The rifle in the young soldier's hand fell down weakly, and he spit out a mouthful of blood. He grabbed the other's gun with both hands, as if he didn't want the person who killed him to succeed.

At this time, another Soviet soldier attacked with a bayonet. Kapushkin pulled out his bayonet with all his strength, slightly sideways to avoid the opponent's bayonet, and stabbed the opponent's waist with the bayonet in his hand. Without waiting for him to struggle, he kicked him over with a strong kick.

He easily knocked down two Soviet soldiers, which attracted the attention of others. This time, three Soviet soldiers surrounded him. Perhaps affected by the death of their comrades, their expressions were particularly ferocious, and they wanted to skin Kapushkin and pull out his muscles.

"Come on!!" Kapushkin went forward fearlessly, raised the rifle in his hand, and picked up a bayonet that was stabbing at him. At the same time, he suddenly stepped forward and stabbed the opponent's chest with the bayonet. The other two took this opportunity to stab the bayonets in their hands and blocked Kapushkin's dodging direction.

Kapushkin retreated suddenly, but his thigh was still stabbed by the opponent. The other party was not a fool. Seeing Kapushkin being stabbed, he would not miss such a good opportunity. He rushed over again with the idea of ​​"taking advantage of your illness to kill you".

"Kill!" Kapushkin was still fearless and rushed towards one of the Soviet soldiers. Death is not terrible, but before he dies, he wants to kill as many lackeys as possible to avenge his family! ! Looking at the bayonet stabbing at him, Kapushkin roared like a beast, and the speed of the rifle in his hand suddenly increased a lot, stabbing into the opponent's chest fiercely.

Bang!

Accompanied by a sudden gunshot, another Soviet soldier suddenly had a bloody hole in the middle of his eyebrows, his eyes widened, and blood flowed out; and the bayonet in his hand was only a few centimeters away from Kapushkin's abdomen, but he could only fall down with a face full of unwillingness.

"!!" Kapushkin turned back suddenly and saw that it was their German platoon leader who was holding a pistol in his hand and pointing it at this side. It was obvious that he shot and saved Kapushkin.

The German platoon leader did not bother to respond to Kapushkin's grateful expression, and shouted around. "How many times have I told you to fight with bayonets! Kill them with bullets! Boris, you are holding a submachine gun, not a fire stick!!" It was something that could be solved with a gun, but every time these guys rushed up to fight with bayonets like chicken blood, he was speechless.

At this time, the follow-up support troops arrived one after another, and Kapushkin was saved. The medical soldier ran over quickly, sprinkled sulfa powder on his wound, and bandaged the wound with gauze.

There were voices shouting Ura everywhere, and in this cheer, the rest of the soldiers continued to rush forward.

"Tutu! Tutu!" Along with the sound of gunfire, a tracer bullet attacked from the front. The well-trained soldiers of the Restoration Army immediately lay down to find shelter and took up their guns to fight back against the Soviet army in front.

At this time, the soldiers of the Restoration Army lying on the ground felt the ground tremble slightly, and the roar of the engine came from not far away. The assault gun that was almost penetrated just now slowly drove over. However, it did not rush to fire, but twisted its bulky body to make way for the tank behind.

When the tank behind was revealed in full view, the Soviet soldiers on the opposite side felt suffocated and their faces turned pale. It was a self-propelled anti-aircraft gun equipped with four 20mm machine guns. They had long experienced the power of this thing, which was like a cold-blooded killing machine like a harvester.

"Damn it! Get out of here!" The Soviet commander's voice had not yet fallen, "Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!" The four 20mm anti-aircraft guns on the self-propelled anti-aircraft gun began to fire wildly. The hail-like shells hit the Soviet army's not very solid position, raising a large piece of white smoke.

The Soviet machine gun positions were reduced to ruins by artillery shells, and even the machine guns were turned into scrap metal; the piled sandbags were blown away, and the Soviet soldiers behind the sandbags were instantly cut into several pieces. The half-foot thick wall was penetrated, and the Soviet troops behind were naturally not much better off.

"Retreat! Everyone retreat!" The Soviet commander hysterically yelled at the remaining soldiers to evacuate, but there were not many soldiers left in this mess. After a round of strafing by self-propelled anti-aircraft guns, most of the Soviet soldiers had fallen in a pool of blood.

"Ura!" The soldiers of the Restoration Army shouted "Ura" and broke through the Soviet defense line in one fell swoop.

"Victor! Victor!" The German platoon leader took out a map and called Victor's name loudly. Soon a Restoration Army soldier ran over. "Sir, what do you want?"

"Where are we now?" Although Victor was not a native of Stalingrad, he had lived in Stalingrad for nearly ten years. Moreover, he had completed nine years of education and could fully understand maps and analyze directions. He could be regarded as a living map. Therefore, the German platoon leader kept him with him.

Victor looked around the area that was almost bombed into ruins, looked at the map again, and pointed out a location on it. "If I'm not mistaken, it should be here, sir."

"Lenin Street?" The German platoon leader picked up the telescope and looked at a building in the distance. It was a 4-story red brick building, the commanding height within a kilometer of the surrounding area. "The next goal is to occupy there."