男人的天堂亚洲国产AV

  Shuerka felt that his body no longer belonged to him. He was just dodging shells mechanically in the trench, leaning out from the trench and pulling the trigger again and again to knock down the enemy.

  The fighters don't even need his orders, they know what they should do, and even know when they should die with the enemy tanks holding the explosive pack.

  Everyone was in a wild **** battle, shells exploded, shrapnel and bullets kept harvesting the attacking enemies, tearing the flesh of the living and the dead.

  Sometimes Shulka can't help thinking about some questions:

  How could human beings withstand such a brutal battle?

  Where is a hiding place in this hell?

  Every life here has experienced more than ten or twenty years of growth. Could it be that these growths are here to meet a bullet?

   These questions, of course, have no answers.

  Shuerka only knows that all the people here, whether they are enemies or their own people, have killing intent, hatred, and a machine-like coldness in their eyes.

   Several shells exploded on the edge of the trench. Shulka catted his lower body and then habitually maneuvered along the trench. He knew that his position had been targeted by the enemy.

   While running, Shulka was suddenly pulled back. It turned out that a wounded person held him.

   I took a closer look, and it was Larinovich... the soldier who returned to the army after being injured by a landmine in Kyiv.

   "Comrade Company Commander!" Larinovich yelled in panic, "Help me, save me..."

Shulka leaned out to shoot a bullet, and observed his injury while changing the ammunition. His two legs were broken by the shell, and his body was full of wounds. At this time, he was trying hard to use bandages and clothes Sleeve bandaged his broken leg to stop the bleeding.

Shurka couldn't help being shocked by the young man's desire to survive. Under such severe pain, he still had the strength to do this. At the last moment, he grabbed Shurka and hoped to save his life... Maybe he has habitually held Shurka Ka regarded him as his savior, thinking that Shulka could save him like last time.

   But Shulka knew that this was meaningless. No one could survive such an injury unless it was operated on immediately in the hospital.

   "Sorry, Larinovich!" Schur snapped, and then ripped away Larinovich's hand from grabbing his pant leg.

   "Comrade Company Commander, Comrade Company Commander..." Larinovich shouted anxiously.

   Or he didn't shout, it was just the sound echoing in Shulka's head, because Shulka found that he could still hear it even when the shells exploded around him.

   Shulka will never forget the disappointment in Larinovich's eyes, or despair, from hope to despair.

  But Shulka couldn't stop to help him. He couldn't waste time for a wounded man who was sure to die, otherwise the entire defense line might be broken through by the enemy due to a gap in firepower.

   Shulka shouted loudly and fired bullets at the enemy.

  He didn't know why he did it.

  Is it to drive away the fear in my heart?

   Is it to avoid Larinovich's eyes?

  Is it to cover up the guilt towards him?

   Maybe all three.

   Shulka wanted to throw down his gun and cry, but he couldn't, he had to keep fighting, stepping on the corpses of his comrades, pulling grenades from them and taking bullets from them.

  The fighting finally stopped, and the German army once again dropped a large number of corpses and retreated from the front of the position.

   Shulka was stunned for a while, and then ran to Larinovich's position like crazy.

Lying in the trench, he was leaning against the trench wall. He seemed to have accepted his fate. He took out a horse box cigarette from his arms and prepared to roll one for himself, but he couldn't even do this...he couldn't open it The lid of the horse box, struggling hard, is his last gesture.

  Shuerka silently took the horse box from his hand, opened it, took the newspaper, rolled one carefully, put it in his mouth, lit it, and then stuffed it into Larinovich's mouth.

   "It's not your fault, Comrade Shulka!" The instructor understood what was going on, and he was not far from Shulka.

   Shulka didn't answer, but just sat beside Larinovich in a daze.

   Shulka may be right for the troops, but not for Larinovich.

   "We have thirty-one left!" Pukarev reported: "More than half of them are wounded!"

  The "injuries" mentioned here do not refer to minor injuries, but injuries that will affect the battle to varying degrees.

   Shulka nodded.

  The instructor handed Shulka a cigarette and said, "Did you hear that? The one next to us will give way..."

   "Yeah!" Shulka nodded.

   Yield station is the station where trains give way to each other on the railway, and it is a place that plays a role in train dispatching.

   "A platoon of 28 people!" The instructor said: "They blocked the charge of 20 German tanks and at least two companies of German infantry for four hours!"

  28 Warriors?

Shulka has heard about this incident in modern times, and a famous saying passed down to later generations is a sentence that the instructor Klochkov shouted before his sacrifice: "The great Soviet Union has a vast land, but there is no way back. It's Moscow!"

   "What are you trying to tell me?" Shulka asked back: "Let us prepare to be heroes?"

   "Do we have any other options?" the instructor asked back.

   Indeed, Shulka had no choice, neither did the instructor or anyone else.

   Shulka can even understand why not retreat.

   Shulka is someone who has experienced it, and he can look at this battlefield from a historical perspective, so he knows very well that the German attack is at the end of its strength and cannot hit Moscow, or even if it hits Moscow, it will not be able to occupy it.

   But Rokossovsky doesn't know, Major Gavrilov doesn't know, Zhukov doesn't know...

  Because they didn't know, they could only stand on the front line to withstand the enemy's attack, without taking a step back.

   What can Shulka do?

  Tell them that the Germans are weak? Or tell them that a cold snap is coming soon?

   No, doing so would either be seen as a lunatic by them, or it would be seen as an excuse to fight and run away.

  So Shulka could only stay at the front line, watching his comrades fall one by one, watching death approaching him step by step.

"Do you know what my last wish is?" The instructor leaned on the trench wall and raised his head and exhaled smoke: "There is a lake two miles away from here. I used to swim there often. I really hope I can swim there again, but it's a pity. It's frozen..."

   "Is there a lake behind us?" Shulka couldn't help but widen his eyes when he heard this.

  (end of this chapter)