Imperial Overlord

"Where are the reinforcements? Where are the reinforcements I want?" A Soviet regiment commander in his headquarters, grabbing the collar of the political commissar, roared and asked.

If it were normal, he would not dare to be so emotional, but now the Germans have broken through his defense line, and there is no chance to retreat.

All people are supposed to stay here and die here, so he has nothing to worry about.

The political commissar's face was also full of grievances. He struggled to get his collar out of the opponent's hand, but because the opponent was too strong, he failed.

"I reported that we want reinforcements. I can't blame it... The division said that there were no reinforcements. Can I still go and see if they said they didn't lie?" The political commissar looked at the other party's eyes and asked with gritted teeth.

"Then tell me, reinforcements are coming soon?" The regimental commander's eyes were already red, staring at the person in front of him, wishing to eat him.

"Okay, what can I do if I don't lie and boost morale? I tell you that there are no reinforcements, so let you give up your positions and retreat?" When it comes to this matter, the political commissar's reason seems to be more sufficient.

They can't retreat anyway, and they can only wait here to die anyway, so what's the difference if there are reinforcements?

After loosening the collar of the political commissar, the regiment leader smiled wryly and looked at his position in the distance, where the smoke was already filled with gunpowder, and from time to time German soldiers rushed past bent over.

The gunfire in the trenches was getting denser and closer, and they had nowhere to run but to take up arms and fight.

The head of the regiment pulled out the pistol at his waist, glanced at the pale political commissar, and said coldly, "If you have something, come out and face death with me!"

After speaking, without even looking at the political commissar, he walked out of the bunker with his own weapon.

The gunfire outside became more intense. The regiment commander squinted, holding a pistol, and passed a corpse, the corpse of the fallen guard after being hit by a shell.

Farther away, the guard company was already in the midst of an exchange of fire with the Germans, and their ammunition was very limited and could not withstand long-term consumption.

Originally, the Soviet army had insufficient ammunition, and even less ammunition was allocated to the front-line second-rate troops. This also allows them to fight for a short period of time and then fend for themselves.

"Chirp!" A bullet flew over the head of the regiment commander and hit the edge of the trench, sending out a plume of white smoke.

It was a stray bullet, not aimed at him at all. So the regiment commander ignored it, and after passing by a soldier, he loudly ordered: "Follow me! Counterattack!"

The soldier turned around and saw that it was his regiment commander, nodded, and followed behind the regiment commander with a rifle with a bayonet inserted.

Soon, about 10 soldiers gathered behind the regiment commander, carrying bayonet knives, along the trenches, toward the German breakthrough.

The gunshots became more and more intense, as if they were already in front of them. In fact, it was indeed in front of him, and the bullets overhead flew densely and cracked on the edge of the trench.

The Germans used automatic weapons, so the firepower sounded like a dense web, and the counterattack of the Soviet troops seemed a little dispensable.

In front of the temporary bunker made of corpses, the Soviet soldiers were fighting back not far from the German soldiers who were already in the trenches.

On the edge of the trench on the side, there are also Soviet soldiers attacking the German troops on the front of the trench.

"Bullets! Who still has bullets?" A **** Soviet soldier turned his head and looked at his comrades behind him.

Some of his comrades were still bandaged, and even those without bandages were also covered in blood.

Everyone turned their pockets in embarrassment, hoping to find enough ammunition to stop the German soldiers from getting close to where they were.

"Grenade!" Before the commander could answer, a soldier shouted loudly, and then the shock wave of the explosion tumbled, sending the Soviet soldier who was asking for the bullet flying.

Before the Soviet commander struggled to get up from the ground, the German soldiers rushed into the bunker. The other party held an STG-44 assault rifle and swept the Soviet army fiercely.

"Tutu! Tutu!" Consecutive bullets swept over, and the Soviet soldiers standing there shooting with weapons were knocked to the ground.

The Soviet commander raised his arm and pulled the trigger on the firing Germans. He hasn't used the pistol yet, and it's in very good condition.

"Bah!" A crisp voice sounded. The German soldier on the opposite side was shot, but did not fall down immediately. He screamed and leaned sideways against the pit wall of the trench.

"Bah! Bah!" Desperate, the Soviet regiment commander fired at the German soldier, one shot after another, until the second German soldier rushed into the trench, and he stopped.

Then he aimed at the second German soldier with his pistol, and continued to fire: "Bah! Bah!"

As a result, another German soldier jumped in on the edge of the trench, carrying an MP-40 submachine gun.

The other party also saw the Soviet army commander who was firing with blood on his face, and began to shoot without the slightest politeness.

"Tutu! Tutu!" A clearer sound of submachine guns different from assault rifles echoed over the trenches, and several bullets hit their targets.

The regiment leader's body was shaken by the bullets of the submachine gun, and the arm holding the pistol drooped weakly. The Soviet soldiers who were protecting his commander by his side were also covered in blood and fell down with his commander.

"Go!" A German soldier jumped into the trench, looked at the corpses all over the ground, and shouted loudly to move on.

Following him were the second and third German infantrymen, followed by an innumerable army after another.

"Long live the Führer!" In the trenches, German shouts resounded through the sky. Countless Wehrmacht soldiers entered the position of the Soviet army, which has been broken through, without any suspense.

In the bunker of the regiment headquarters just now, the political commissar, who didn't take a step away, looked at the map spread out on the table, as well as some regiment headquarters documents and division headquarters' written orders, not knowing what to do.

There are no more soldiers here, he is the only one left. The regiment members have either died in the previous battle, or they have left when the regiment commander left.

God knows whether they retreated, or followed the regiment leader to death. This political commissar didn't mean to fight, he just leaned against the wall in the bunker, looking in the direction of the door with trembling eyes.

leave? Or stay and fight? The sound of gunfire outside was getting closer, and he had to put his hand on the pistol on his waist.

"Gu Dong... Gu Dong..." An M24 wooden handle grenade came out of the door, and the political commissar closed his eyes with peace of mind - "Boom!" Everything was silent again.