Imperial Overlord

Inside the trench, a German soldier cautiously stuck out his head and looked at the Soviet position in the distance.

The morning mist shrouded the positions between the two sides, making it impossible for the two lines of defense that were not far away to see each other.

The barbed wire was destroyed by shells yesterday, and now there are not many obstacles between the two armies, and it can be said that the terrain is very flat.

"The Russians have lost their voices..." The German soldier retracted his head and reported to the officer beside him: "I can't see their machine gun cover, maybe a little further back."

"In five minutes, the attack will begin... I hope everything goes well this time." The company commander looked at his pocket watch, then raised his head to look at the soldiers guarding the trenches.

The trenches were now filled with German soldiers preparing to charge, and in a further destroyed machine gun position, three supporting mortars were also ready.

Not far from the company commander, an MG-42 machine gun was ready, the chain was pressed in the gun body, and the other chain had also been pulled out of the ammunition box.

"Tudoo tug!" Suddenly, the opposite Soviet position became lively, and countless tracer bullets flew through the mist and flew towards the German position.

The company commander lowered his body, looked at the platoon leader next to him, and asked in surprise, "What happened? Who was exposed? There are still 5 minutes before the attack! 5 minutes! They are all blind or stupid. already?"

When he questioned the leader of the 1st platoon, bullets hit the sandbags above his head intensively, and the sand inside splashed everywhere.

"Soviet army! The Soviet army is attacking!" A German soldier shouted loudly from a distant position.

Then, in the next second, the German positions also became noisy for a split second. Facing the crowd of Soviet soldiers who had already rushed over, the bullets of the MG-42 machine gun swept the past like raindrops.

Bullets shuttled between flesh and blood, hitting people with a crackling sound. The blood mist was everywhere, and the Soviet soldiers fell in rows like wheat.

"Counterattack! It's the Soviet Army's counterattack!" He put his hand on the steel helmet above his head, and the company commander shouted loudly: "Fire! Stop them from approaching the trenches! Fire!"

"Tutu! Tutu!" A German soldier took out his MP-40 submachine gun from the trench, and he didn't even bother to aim, so he pulled the trigger and strafed in the direction of the enemy.

"Aren't these stubborn **** afraid of death?" The company commander complained gloomily, squinting and looking in the direction of the opposite Soviet army through a small gap created by the sandbags.

Directly in front of him, the Soviet soldiers may be less than 200 meters away from him, and they are charging towards him with weapons.

However, between the Soviet soldiers and the German company commander, there was a fire net made of steel. This big net shredded all the flesh and blood that covered it, and it was so neat that it was outrageous.

"Bah!" Mauser 98K rifles also joined the massacre. The German soldiers with rifles were at the edge of the trenches, easily aiming at the Soviet soldiers approaching them, and then fired.

Then the Soviet soldiers in the distance will fall down, some people can still struggle to get up, and some people will never get a chance to get up again.

The closer they got to Moscow, the more aggressive the Soviet counterattacks were. They were always able to gather so many soldiers that the Germans couldn't kill them until they vomited.

Between the positions of the two armies, the corpses of Soviet soldiers were piled up in an instant, and more Soviet troops moved forward one after another, making it almost impossible to breathe.

"Change the barrel!" The MG-42 machine gun shooter in the corner retracted into the trench, took out a towel from his waist, and pressed his hand on the heat sink outside the hot machine gun barrel.

Then, near the main body of the gun, with a little force, he removed a buckle, and the steaming machine gun barrel was pushed out a bit.

The sub-shooter had already prepared his gloves, and enduring the hotness through the cotton gloves, he pulled out the hot barrel and tucked a new barrel into its original position.

Then the gunner pushed the snap wrench back to its original position, still with the towel in between, and reinstalled a new barrel.

He pulled the gun away, the sub-shooter put the chain in place, the shooter squeezed the magazine again, and the bullet was loaded.

"Ready! I'm firing!" The shooter stuffed his machine gun back into the original firing hole, and then strafed the Soviet army again.

On the other side, after hearing the MG-42 machine gun roar again, another cover machine gun stopped firing.

The extinguished machine gun positions will also use this short period of time to replace their machine gun barrels and prepare for the next round of alternate suppression.

The Soviet army on the opposite side was still like a tide, rushing towards the German position like a breakwater.

Countless soldiers fell in front, and countless soldiers stepped over them and continued to move forward. From the very beginning, the battle was fierce.

"The Soviet counterattack coincides with our attack time... Now we are attacking in some places on the front line, and in some places the Soviets are counterattacking." In the division headquarters in charge of the front line offensive, the division commander grabbed the field phone and reported to his superior. road.

In his distant position, German mortars were pouring their shells into the crowd of Soviet attacking troops.

Soon, army-level support artillery also joined this gluttonous feast that devoured human lives, turning the battlefield into a symphony of weapons.

The sound of the explosion rose from wave to wave, and the Soviet army finally flinched in front of such a welcoming ceremony.

They left about 1,000 corpses ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ lying on the ground in a dense mass. There was a **** smell in the air, and the smell of the burning sulphur of gunpowder.

"The Soviets have retreated...are there casualties?" A squad leader poked his head out to take a look, then retreated into his trench and asked both sides.

His subordinates shook their heads, looked at each other and found a lot of people they knew, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"Medics! Someone was shot in Class 3! Medics!" From the trenches in the distance, shouts came, and there was always a shortage of unlucky people, especially on the battlefield.

Of course, some of the Germans were killed by stray bullets, and some were wounded. It's just that compared to the number of losses on both sides, the losses of the German army are negligible.

Looking at the smoke of gunpowder that filled the morning mist in the distance, the regiment commander in the forward position frowned and looked at his staff: "The attack mission... is it still being carried out?"

"We'll have to ask the division about this... It's not up to us to decide." The chief of staff was also embarrassed. He didn't know whether to continue the attack after missing the attack time...