Imperial Overlord

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"Attack!" There was a sudden shout, and the countless gravel and rubble in the ruins came to life. The German soldiers stood up and started running forward with their weapons.

The sound of gunfire was relatively sparse, because the shelling just carried out had already damaged the Soviet positions on the opposite side to an unsustainable level.

The German soldiers staggered through the rubble, braving the bullets flying in their faces. They crossed low walls and piles of rubble from collapsed buildings, and swept across streets that were no longer level.

The Soviet troops in the opposite building were a little overwhelmed. The Mosin Nagant rifles in their hands were really no match for the German troops in the melee.

"Retreat! Retreat!" A Soviet soldier loudly reminded his companions who were still alive to leave these ruined positions.

Their heavy machine guns had just been hit by the falling shells and blown into countless pieces. The political commissar was also killed by the artillery fire, and the entire company was no longer established.

The Soviet soldiers who lost their commanders were greatly reduced in combat effectiveness, and they had to retreat and reorganize new defenses.

However, it seems that the Germans did not intend to create such an opportunity for them. Numerous German soldiers were chasing and fighting, crossing the street that separated the two armies.

"One nation! One head of state! One Germany!" A German propaganda officer shouted loudly from the side of the unit with a loudspeaker.

This trick was learned from the opponents, the Soviets, and it was an attempt by the Germans to propaganda. Following the political propaganda of the Soviet army, Germany also began to implement such spiritual agitation in the army.

From the current point of view, in street fighting, this kind of agitation is conducive to condensing the spiritual strength of soldiers and enhancing the effect of the attack.

Although most of the German army did not have such propaganda officers, many troops were already trying to use this method to encourage their soldiers to fight bravely and tenaciously.

"One nation! One head of state! Long live Germany!" Some soldiers also cheered, making the attack even more lively.

"Tutu! Tutu!" The Soviet soldiers were not fools. They swept their light machine guns at the place where the shout came, hoping to make the other party shut up quickly.

It's a pity that the Germans were hiding behind the parapet and couldn't hit at all, so after a burst of bullets, the annoying shouting sounded again.

"Long live the Empire! Long live the Führer! The German nation is invincible! You are the most powerful sword of the people!" As if tireless, the sound of the trumpet echoed like this, inspiring the German army to advance.

At the forefront of the battlefield, the German soldiers' assaulters had rushed into the ruins and ruins, and launched the most intense hand-to-hand battle with the Soviet army.

"Tutu! Tutu!" The German soldiers held submachine guns and fired frantically at the Soviet soldiers who did not retreat.

This kind of time is the coolest moment for the German submachine gunners. As long as they are not shot and killed by the other party in the first time, they can play a stunning output effect.

Holding their weapons, they pulled the trigger almost without aiming, and in the direction the flames spewed from the muzzle shone, beautiful blood sputtered out of the Soviet Army's body.

The Soviet soldiers fell one by one. Their Mosin Nagant rifles took too much time to shoot, and they couldn't suppress the German gunmen who were already close.

One by one they fell, one after another died. In the distance, German grenadiers were throwing grenades at a barricade, and the blast formed by the blast spewed out of the perforations of the improvised barricade.

Just thinking about how miserable the Soviet soldiers were, one could guess that they would be filled with shrapnel and die in panic and despair.

Suddenly, a German soldier was hit by a bullet, clutching his chest and fell down, followed by a series of dense gunshots.

"The Soviet army has automatic weapons! Not a machine gun! Not a machine gun!" A German soldier loudly reminded his companion before he fell down.

After hearing his shouts, the German soldiers suddenly fell down a large area. No one wants to face the hail of automatic weapons, and it's an absolute disaster.

"The Soviets have submachine guns! Hell!" a German soldier complained loudly as he raised his submachine gun to suppress the enemy's fire.

Beside him, a German soldier who was hit by a bullet was moaning. The bullet penetrated his chest. It is estimated that he will die before someone comes to treat him.

Someone in the distance kept shouting for the medics, indicating that there were definitely more than one German soldier hit by this round of strafing.

"Tutu! Tutu!" Not far away, on the Soviet army's position, the submachine gun was still firing continuously, as if it had infinite bullets.

"Damn! Don't they need to change magazines? Bastards!" The German submachine gunner who had fired a magazine took out the empty magazine, put it back into his magazine pocket~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and pulled out a A new magazine was inserted into his own gun.

After pulling the bolt, the other side's strafing stopped - I don't know if it was changing the magazine, or waiting for the Germans to stand up again.

"Attack! For victory!" After the German submachine gunner shouted, he got up from the ground first.

Beside him, except for the soldier who was shot, everyone got up, carried their weapons, and rushed to the Soviet trench not far away.

"Grenade!" A grenadier pulled a wooden-handled m24 grenade from his boots, pulled the fuse, and threw it into the trench ahead.

A soldier with a strange weapon stood up in the Soviet position and started strafing the German grenadiers who were dropping bombs.

It was a submachine gun, and it was a drum-fed submachine gun! The distance is so close that the enemy's weapons, the German gunmen, can be seen clearly.

The Soviet army armed with weapons frantically strafed, knocking down the attacking German soldiers one after another, but when he strafed the fifth person, the m24 grenade that rolled under his feet exploded.

"Boom!" The grenade kicked up dust and exploded in the trenches. The black smoke billowed and drowned out the sound of Soviet gunfire.

"Tutu! Tutu!" This time, it was not the Soviet army's special-sounding submachine gun, but the German army's stg-44 assault rifle.

A row of bullets swept into the Soviet trenches, knocking down the stubbornly resisting Soviet soldiers inside, making the entire battlefield quiet again.

The entire area of ​​Soviet soldiers had been swept away, and the offensive battle ended in a German victory again.

A German soldier walked over to a Soviet corpse, bent down, picked up the uniquely shaped submachine gun, and brushed the dust off it with his hands. (Imperial Overlord)