Struggle in Soviet Russia

On the Yauza River close at hand, a pontoon bridge unit is erecting a pontoon bridge on the river that can help tanks cross the river. This is a considerable project because they have to travel on this river within six hours. Four identical bridges were erected in the section. In the evening, the Eighth Guards Tank Army will pass through here and head to the front.

For this pontoon bridge unit, the large amount of engineering was just a trouble they faced, and it was not the biggest problem. The real big problem was the continuous bombardment of the river by the Germans.

The mobile station quickly contacted the command station of the 20th Army. Just as the communicator issued the first confirmation command, an earth-shattering explosion sounded on the river, even though it was hundreds of meters away from the explosion point. But Victor could still feel the violent tremors on the ground, as if a big earthquake was hitting quickly.

The huge spray on the river rushed into the sky tens of meters. The sky-shaking white waves were as spectacular as a volcanic eruption. A pontoon bridge that was about to close a hundred meters away from the explosion point was provoked by the explosion. The huge waves smashed down the whole, and dozens of engineers on the pontoon fell into the water one after another.

Victor looked at the direction of the pontoon from a distance. He saw a fallen Soviet engineer struggling to climb up the river bank, slamming something into the mud angrily, and frowned slightly.

If nothing else, the shells that exploded just now should have been fired by the German K5 train gun. According to the intelligence provided by the intelligence agency, a German train gun named "Leopold" was recently being used for maintenance. For activities in the Yazima area, this super artillery with an actual caliber of 283 mm and a gun body length of 21.5 meters, which is about 76 times the diameter, is a deadly threat to anyone. Any ground weapon in the hands of the Soviet army, It is not worth mentioning in front of it. It is precisely because of this that the First Army of the Air Force has received the task a long time ago, and must find this railroad gun to destroy it at all costs.

But the Germans are very vigilant and good at hiding. At least until today, the Soviet aviation team has not been able to find out the railgun, let alone destroy it.

The most terrible thing is that this train gun has a very long range, exceeding 60 kilometers. If boosters are added to the shells, it can even exceed 80 kilometers. Therefore, even though it is the Yauza River Bend. The area was bombarded frequently, but this **** railroad gun might be far away in Smolensk.

In Victor’s view, since the German train artillery can accurately attack here, and the point of the artillery projectile is less than 100 meters away from the pontoon bridge, it shows that the artillery has got an accurate landmark, which further shows that the German army is in This generation has intelligence sites. The internal intelligence department's failure to uncover this intelligence site is a serious negligence.

The correspondent contacted several units that needed to be inspected, and found no problems. Soon, the convoy started again and continued to move in the direction of Kalmanovo as the target. Fortunately, although a floating bridge that was about to be closed was destroyed. It collapsed, but the remaining three pontoons were still functioning well, otherwise Victor would have to wait on the east bank of the river.

The convoy ran over the pontoon and crossed the Yauza River. This slow-water river is actually the focus of the struggle between the Soviet and German armies, even though the Soviet army now controls the river and traverses the German defense line along the river. The West repelled nearly forty kilometers, but the Soviet army's line was not stable, and it was possible for the Germans to make a counter-assault at any time.

Moreover, as the focus area of ​​repeated competition, the German penetration into the rear of the Soviet position was also very serious. In order to delay the Soviet attack and increase the pressure on the Soviet logistics, the Germans would arrange planes to the Soviet army at night. Paratroopers were projected from the rear of the line. These paratroopers all appeared in platoons and squads, and their operational purpose was not to destroy the vital forces of the Soviet army, nor to seize certain strategic points, but to engage in destructive activities such as destroying roads and bombing bridges.

In order to eliminate German infiltration of its own front, the NKVD set up a large number of checkpoints near the traffic arteries, highway junctions, and bridge facilities behind the front. This model was first implemented by Victor in the Western Front. The saboteurs behind enemy lines are very effective.

After crossing the river, even if you really enter the war zone, the roads with potholes and rainwater become more difficult to navigate, and in the barren fields on both sides of the road, you can see one or two bombed tanks from time to time-right there. A week ago, the Soviet 46th Tank Army and the German 1st Tank Division had a fierce battle in the area. As a result, the Soviets forced the German Tank 1st Division to retreat in the direction of Lasina.

According to intelligence, at present, there are only less than 300 tanks in Model’s hands. He cannot afford to fight a large-scale attrition of tanks. Most of the losses suffered by the Soviet armored forces in this direction came from German anti-aircraft guns.

The convoy continued to move forward. About half an hour later, less than five kilometers away from a village called Callesalia, the convoy was attacked.

It is not appropriate to say that it was an attack. To be precise, it should be an encounter. The marching convoy encountered a group of internal soldiers fighting against the German troops. According to them, the checkpoint they set up was attacked. Attacks by those Germans.

There were only a dozen German soldiers who launched the attack. They should have infiltrated the Soviet front. After joining the battle in Victor’s guard, they quickly fled westward and eventually sneaked into the woods.

In the wasteland almost 30 meters away from the road, Victor’s army boots stepped in the deep mud. Every step he took took a lot of effort. Moreover, every time the army boots stuck in the mud were pulled out, Will make a disgusting "gurgling" sound.

He walked to a German soldier lying on his back in the mud and looked down at his muddy face.

The German soldier who was shot in the chest was not a soldier, but a first-level corporal. If nothing else, he should be the commander of the German squadron just now.

At this moment, the corporal had not breathed out. He was lying on his back in the muddy water, his neck tightly tied with buttons twitched, and his two light blue eyes blinked quickly. This was a lung injury and breathing difficulties. Signs.

Victor took off his military coat jacket and handed it to Varenka who was following him, then squatted down and unbuttoned the front of the corporal whose life was fast passing by, so that he could breathe more smoothly.

Sure enough, after unbuttoning the two front buttons, the corporal seemed to be much more comfortable, and the frequency of neck twitching was also reduced. He slowed down his blinking speed, both eyes looked at the sky blankly, and his cracked lips clicked. The opening and closing, as if praying.

Victor looked at the hand he was holding tightly to his chest, reached out to hold his wrist, and turned his clasped hand over, trying to figure out what he was holding.

The corporal's eyes rolled a little, and his gradually dilated pupils looked towards Victor's face. At the same time, Victor's wrist grabbed weakly and struggled back, apparently trying to get rid of his control.

A guard stood by to prevent Victor from being killed by a German sniper. The Soviet soldier approached him. He squatted down and pressed the corporal's hand firmly, breaking his tightly grasped fingers one by one, and smashed him. What he was holding in the palm of his hand was pulled out abruptly and handed over to Victor's hand.

Viktor was disappointed when he saw the crumpled and disrespectful photo in his hand. He glanced at the corporal staring at his pupils, then stuffed the photo back into his hand expressionlessly, and then picked him up. The marching bag beside him, if nothing else, there should be something valuable in this bag.

The corporal didn't struggle, he blinked his fading eyes rhythmically, and sighed in a low voice in his throat.

A corner of the marching bag was pressed under the corporal's ribs, and Victor tugged vigorously. Suddenly, a stream of red blood poured out like a water dragon, staining the marching bag and half of Victor's hand red.

He took out the bag with some effort, and rubbed the blood on the corporal on the body of the corporal, then opened the bag to check the contents.

To Victor's disappointment, there were no documents or the like in the bag, just some surveying tools and a map, in addition, there were half a pack of cigarettes, an exquisite silver lighter, and an intact Iron Cross.

Throwing the cigarette and lighter to the Soviet soldier who just helped, Victor put the medal into his pocket, and when he went to see the corporal again, his pupils staring at the sky had been dilated, and the whole person lost the last bit of life. .

The hand clenched tightly on his chest was also loosened, and the crumpled photo slipped out and hung on the collar under his neck. As a gust of wind blew over, the photo rolled over and fell on the side of his ear. In the mud. The accumulated rainwater is like some kind of life body capable of swallowing, covering up the woman in the photo and the two children next to the woman a little bit.

Victor stood up, glanced at the opposite soldier who was happily playing with the lighter, smiled slightly, and turned and walked towards the road.

It’s been a few years since he was reborn in this world. Today’s Victor has long been accustomed to life and death. To be honest, he is no longer as afraid of death as he was when he first came. The life and death are all bearish.

There are too many corpses buried in this vast land under our feet. Behind every corpse, there may be a family, and there is a family supported by the owner of the corpse. Behind every corpse, there are There must be one or several touching stories, and when they are taken out alone, the listeners will cry.

But when these corpses are stacked on top of each other, it is just a number of deaths. No one will feel sore about this number. Perhaps this is the cruelty of humanity?