Imperial Overlord

"Where did the Germans come from?" was an important question on the minds of Soviet soldiers now.

Why the tanks and armored vehicles of the German troops have already rushed into the barracks, and everyone still does not know that the enemy has come.

"Damn it! Isn't this the rear?" a soldier complained loudly while bending over to avoid bullets flying by.

Before his companion could answer, he was hit in the stomach by a bullet, and then smashed into a sieve by more bullets that followed.

Of course, he was not able to answer the question about the rear and the front, and fell to the ground without any sound.

The Soviet soldiers were desperately dodging bullets around them, but most of the recruits did not even have qualified military skills.

It would be difficult to count on these people to fight back against some strong men. Even if these soldiers were defeated, they were too ruthless.

The advance of the German troops, for these people, was like a massacre. Soldiers hiding in the barracks were blown to pieces by German infantry with grenades.

Soldiers who escaped from the barracks were sifted into sieves by machine gun bullets and fell at the door of the barracks. A few people ran desperately like the woods behind them, and only a few people managed to escape this purgatory.

A Mosin Nagant rifle was picked up from the wall, and a Soviet commander was relatively calm. He looked at the soldiers beside him and ordered, "What are you still doing? Pick up your weapons and fight back!"

Those Soviet recruits who had not really experienced the baptism of bullets, then tremblingly walked to the wall made of wood nails and reached out to get those brand-new rifles.

"Tutu! Tutu!" From behind the wall, a row of bullets suddenly shot over, leaving an irregular row of bullet holes on the wall.

The bullet that flew into the room pierced the chests of several soldiers, and they immediately fell into a pool of blood. They couldn't even scream. They could only squeeze blood from their throats, making a humming sound, struggling to die.

The rest of the soldiers all fell on the ground at once, and they were unwilling to move half a step no matter how the officers and instructors beside him reprimanded them.

The officer held the rifle, sighed helplessly, and shouted to the instructor beside him: "Leave here, and bring them with them will kill both of us!"

After shouting this sentence, he rushed out from the door on the other side without looking back. The instructor didn't leave, he was still trying to pull up the recruits who were scared to death from the floor.

The scene was very chaotic, the commander who rushed out did not know whether to live or die, but those who stayed were indeed more dangerous.

Before the instructor could pull everyone off the floor, a grenade rolled into the barracks.

"I X!" At this moment, the instructor regretted his decision to stay with these recruits.

Then in the next second, the oval grenade produced by Germany exploded in the room, blasting all the dozen or so Soviet soldiers left in the room to the sky.

The Soviet commander, who left the barracks, tried to gather his companions who had the courage to take up arms.

The soldiers retreated after him, and there were not even ten men in all. They ran all the way back until they stopped to catch their breath when the gunfire was thinning.

"Who brought the radio?" The Soviet officer looked at his companions and asked.

Everyone looked at each other, isn't the radio station in the camp headquarters? Who can go to the battalion headquarters to see if the radio station is there during such chaos?

"I, we didn't go to the battalion headquarters..." A few people with lingering fears shook their heads and replied: "We are too scared, how could the Germans come here?"

"Aren't there two lines of defense in front of us? There is no news, why did the Germans rush over?" A recruit looked at his commander and asked.

He had forgotten the title of comrade, and the person he was speaking to was his commander. Although the other party was just a platoon leader, he was just a recruit.

At this time, there was no one to pursue the question of what to call it. The Soviet commander shook his head depressedly and replied, "I don't know what happened."

Logically speaking, after the Germans had attacked a line of defense, and then controlled the nearest important bridge, it was possible to quickly advance to where they were.

However, even if it is said that the Soviet defense line may be quickly broken through by the German army, there are several outposts and hundreds of soldiers stationed near the crucial bridge!

If the German soldiers attacked there, the sappers would definitely blow up that bridge if they weren't fools.

"Damn it! The Germans must have taken control of the bridge!" The Soviet commander realized the crux of the matter.

He looked at his men. If the Germans had taken control of the bridge, several recruits nearby would be in danger.

The Germans could wipe out all the nearby troops in a day, and they were almost Vitebsk behind them!

Without the guards of these soldiers, Vitebsk would not have been able to hold out for long. Smolensk was in danger once the German attacking forces captured it.

"Get to the division headquarters as soon as possible! Quick! We must find the radio and report the news that the bridge may be occupied by the Germans!" The officer looked at the soldiers around him and arranged a more suitable task.

It is absolutely unrealistic to expect them to stay and stop the German army. Taking them to escape, euphemistically calling it back to report the news, this seems more appropriate~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Everyone nodded when they heard this reasonable task. Siberia to serve a sentence.

So these soldiers, who only had a few guns and even few bullets, chose the general direction of the division headquarters and began to retreat cautiously.

It's just a pity that when they retreated to the division headquarters, they found that it was actually occupied by the Germans.

The speed of the German attack was obviously much faster than the speed of these Soviet soldiers on foot. Moreover, the advancing route of the German army was fast along the road, and the fleeing Soviet troops could not choose the road.

The Soviet army could only avoid the German attacking force, but also the follow-up infantry and truck baggage units.

These routed soldiers were not able to return to the division headquarters to find the radio, and of course they did not dare to disturb the German troops who had occupied the division headquarters, were carrying corpses and cleaning the battlefield.

Several people reluctantly continued to retreat, this time they chose a farther direction: they were going to Vitebsk, where they reported that the German army had called.