Steel Soviet Union

Fear is a terrible thing that spreads like wildfire, especially when everyone is facing despair without exception. The fear of falling into the abyss will wrap around everyone like the coldest shackles in hell. In the individual's body, he cannot break away or escape until he falls into darkness and endless death.

The German soldiers, shrouded in this intense fear, were almost going crazy. They didn't know how to fight this kind of battle where it was almost impossible to resist and there was no hope. They were all eagerly waiting for the order from their company commander. , it seems that this is the only hope that can be regarded as a life-saving straw.

"Wait, don't shout, let me think, let me think first!"

The company commander called Hans was a young man, not even as old as many veterans, and looked less than thirty years old.

Maybe he really climbed to this position step by step based on his own ability, but at least now, he is really panicked, just like many young officers of his own age who lack experience, they seem a little confused and need some time to think about it. Know exactly what to do next.

"You can't evacuate like this. If you want to evacuate, you have to notify the artillery people. Our mission here is to protect them."

"Alfred, run fast! Go and tell the artillerymen behind to retreat quickly. We will soon be unable to hold on. The Russians may break through the defense at any time. Don't blame me for not warning them!"

"yes!"

Looking at the comrade who was short in stature but had very long legs, and who felt like a ground rat scurrying on the ground every time he took a step, the remaining German soldiers on the position finally felt relieved. tone.

The reason is quite simple. At least I see hope of survival. As long as we can withdraw from the situation now, that is the hope of survival.

Of course, this also means that this battle now has more meaning and reason to continue fighting. The German soldiers who had been suppressed began to seek more courageous opportunities to attack, even if it meant paying the price with their lives.

Huh-huh-

cough--

Whoosh——

crackling——

The sound of violent running and breathing and the sound of bullets whizzing from behind came into his mind. Alfred, who had already used all his strength to run at high speed, could not think too much in his mind and spent all his life. Running at the fastest speed since birth, risking his life, this is the only thing he can do now, nothing else.

The telephone lines were blown out and people had to run on foot to report the news. Alfred, who was feeling windy at his feet, did not resent the company commander for assigning this task to him. In fact, he was quite glad that he was the one chosen.

Because if an unreliable person is chosen to do this job, Alfred is really worried that those recruits who are not skilled in skills and most of them are just arrived in Russia will be killed by the Russians before they have completed their tasks. People are beaten to death from behind, but they are different.

The reason why I have been able to survive from the beginning of Operation Barbarossa in 1941 until now is because I have good footwork and can run fast enough. Although this is not the entire reason, it is undoubtedly a key reason. No matter how fast you run, you can't run faster than bullets. This is an iron rule, but it does increase your chances of surviving on the battlefield. Alfred is convinced that this is true.

He ran all kinds of snakeskin moves along the way, trying his best. When he reached the edge of the trench that he regarded as the end point, Alfred swooped forward without hesitation. enter.

It doesn't matter whether he lands face first like a dog chewing shit, or even if he eats a mouthful of smelly mud.

Alfred struggled to get up from the ground before he could regain his balance. Feeling that his whole body was shaking, Alfred continued to stumble and run forward along the trench, where his comrades were standing behind him. The sky was full of increasingly fierce gunshots and explosions.

Alfred didn't dare to look back, let alone stop. He knew that he didn't have time to think about what was happening behind him. If he stopped, there might be a bullet flying from nowhere in the next second. Take your own life.

Faster, faster, faster, only running fast enough is the only hope of survival. Only the mission is in Alfred's mind right now.

"Huh-huh-huh-huh-ahem"

Running wildly all the way and moving around coquettishly, Alfred, who was already exhausted from the high-intensity battle, was almost out of breath, as if he couldn't take one breath and couldn't get up the next one.

If he continued to run wildly, Alfred felt that he might be like that ancient Greek marathon runner, an unlucky guy who exhausted himself to death.

Fortunately, the final destination of this crazy trip soon appeared in front of us.

Seeing those huge and bulky bodies behind the earthbags roaring and firing in the distance, Alfred, who ignored the flaming scene, turned his head and ran straight towards a half-buried civil structure. He knew that this was the artillery command post. He was one of the team that came here to answer the phone line before, and he still has a photographic memory of this place.

But as soon as he entered the door, he didn't have time to take a breath before speaking immediately. Alfred, who supported his knees with his hands and felt that he was about to die from exhaustion, heard a series of conversations that shocked him.

"How is it possible!? We received the coordinates of the artillery attack. That is where the Russians are. Didn't they hit them? How could they hit our own heads with artillery shells!? What on earth is going on!?"

"We will talk about this later, and quickly order a ceasefire! There is no time to explain! All our people were almost killed by our own cannons!"

"This is not a joke, are you sure?"

"Why can't you be sure? Do you believe that if Enrique were here now, he could kill you immediately with one shot without even using a military court! Order a ceasefire quickly, otherwise it will be over!"

""

Alfred's expression was dull at first, but after thinking for a while, it turned into a look of astonishment and confusion.

What? Are the cannons outside firing so fiercely at our own people? What is going on here! ?

Before Alfred could think about it, the two people who had been shouting loudly in the back room had already walked out quickly and arrived in front of him.

One of them hurriedly ran outside with a hurried expression. It seemed that he should have run to issue a ceasefire order. Alfred felt that this was the only possibility.

As for the other person, he walked straight up to Alfred without hesitation. The expression on his face that was as clear as a poker could make Alfred immediately tell the purpose of his visit even without opening his mouth. , without any hesitation.

"Quickly retreat, it's too late! The Russian tanks are rushing towards us like crazy, and we will no longer be able to hold our position!"