Imperial Overlord

In a messy Soviet position, the body of a Soviet soldier suddenly moved, but after moving, everything seemed to be silent again.

Patiently and carefully waiting, although the corpse has lost any vitality, after a long silence, it still clearly moved.

The dirt on the corpse rolled down, and under the corpse, a Soviet soldier who had just woken up from a coma struggled to sit up.

He threw his rifle aside and tried to get his legs out from under the corpse.

But the pain immediately turned him pale, so he could only use his hands to push the corpse over him to the side.

Then, he discovered that his leg was injured, and he didn't know what had inserted into his left thigh, but the injury was not serious.

He tried to move his leg, but there was no more blood coming out except for the pain. The wound had dried up somewhat, but his trouser legs were basically stained red with blood.

Looking at the corpse beside him, he knew that the blood on his pants did not belong to him, otherwise he would have died long ago.

Squinting, he looked at the situation around him. The edge of the trench had been destroyed by an aerial bomb explosion just now, and the crater was not far from where he was now.

It was this distance that allowed him to save his own life - the people who were more involved in the crater were already dead.

Turning his head to look around, he didn't find his comrades. But there were corpses everywhere, and the air smelled of dust.

"Damn!" He tried to stand up from the ground and tug at his wound. The pain made him more awake, and he cursed in a low voice.

Not caring about the dirt on his body, he struggled to move his pace, and finally got to the edge of the trench.

He wanted to open his eyes wide to see the situation in the distance, but found that his eyelids were so hard that he couldn't pull it back to his usual state of opening his eyes.

He wiped his face with his hands, and only then did he realize that his face was hard, as if a layer of glue had been applied.

Looking at the palm of his hand, the Soviet soldier realized that the palm of his hand was full of small pieces of dried blood, like cracked paint fragments.

"Damn it!" I rubbed my face vigorously with my hands, which made my eyelids feel a little more comfortable. As he muttered to clean the dried blood from his face, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Yes, he can't hear the sounds around him - even he complained twice, **** what he said, didn't hear...

There is a slight ringing in the ear, obviously the hearing may be damaged! The aerial bomb just now was not too far away, so it severely damaged his hearing.

Even so, he was very happy. Because he had heard that the Germans had a terrible bomb that, when dropped, would burn everything up.

Why the Germans didn't use that bomb, he couldn't tell. The company commander said it might be because the bombs were too expensive to equip troops in large numbers.

When the company commander said this, he still couldn't understand the meaning of being too expensive. Later, he seemed to understand: it was like a sand submachine gun, because it was too expensive to be equipped with a lot of equipment...

Because of the production capacity, ** sand submachine guns have not been able to equip Soviet troops on a large scale until now.

Although such weapons are very easy to produce, with the retreat of the Soviet army, too many factories have lost their own workers and machines, and it is impossible to expand the production of such weapons and equipment.

After removing most of the dried blood from his face, the Soviet soldier stuck his head out of the trench again and looked into the distance.

Not far in front of the position, where the barbed wire he had laid a few days ago, a German tank was approaching where he was.

Even at such a distance, he could still feel the huge and terrifying size of the tank. So he immediately retracted his head and looked down for a weapon to use.

To be honest, he never thought of running away, because all the comrades and commanders he knew had repeatedly emphasized the danger of running away.

From a corpse under his feet, a Mosin Nagant rifle was drawn, the magazine was checked, and the bullets were loaded.

Then, the Soviet soldier lay on the edge of the position, aimed his weapon at the huge German tank, and pulled the trigger.

"Bah!" He could feel the vibration of the bullet, but the sound of the gunshot seemed so far away. His hearing seems to be recovering, but it still doesn't provide him with clear hearing.

There was no flinch, and everything around was very quiet. He calmly pulled the bolt, ejected the case, and then pushed the bolt back on to load a new bullet.

Repeating the operation just now, he still aimed at the German tank, pulled the trigger and fired the second bullet.

The other side didn't seem to care about his attack, or maybe the opposite side didn't even notice that there was an enemy at his location. The tank was still moving forward slowly, getting closer and closer to where he was.

After firing all 5 bullets in the bomb bay, he finally realized that it seemed that a rifle could not stop the tank from advancing.

It is a pity that his unit did not have any decent anti-tank weapons when it entered the position.

The Soviet soldier threw away the Mosin Nagant rifle in his hand and limped in the trenches below to find a suitable weapon.

He remembered that in the infantry platoon he was in, a veteran was using a sand submachine gun. He had always wanted to experience what it was like to use that powerful weapon.

There were too many corpses in the trench, and he limped over the corpses. Finally, he saw the submachine gun, which was lying on the veteran's body, lying there very quietly.

Overjoyed, he moved his steps closer, and when he caught the submachine gun ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ a bullet pierced his chest.

His body trembled, and then he turned back blankly, looking in the direction of the bullet.

A German soldier who had just jumped into the trenches was about his age. At this moment, he was holding a Mauser 98k rifle and looked nervously at the enemy who was shot.

I really want to try that submachine gun... Thinking like this in my heart, the Soviet soldier shook his body and refused to fall down.

He saw the second German enter his trench, and then the third... He saw the young German soldier pull the bolt and load the second bullet.

He saw that the other party held up his rifle, the black muzzle pointed in his direction. Then he saw a flash of fire from the opponent's muzzle...

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