Struggle in Russia

Will there be miracles?

At least for the naval infantry of the Black Sea Fleet fighting in Ineada, the miracle is whether they have not seen it, but the enemy is getting more and more day by day!

“Three hundred and seven, three hundred and eight…Three hundred and thirty-nine!”

“Fuck, when will this **** shelling stop!”

Ilya, a soldier of the third battalion and second company of the 175th Regiment of the Black Sea Fleet, who was holding on to the city-rural junction outside Ineada, was stunned. Starting at 8 o’clock in the morning, the enemy’s artillery shells smashed into their company’s position as if they didn’t need money. Not all of them are the latest explosive bombs, and there are solid bombs during the period. But the pouring of three hundred and forty shells in just ten minutes is still very scary.

“Report to the company commander, the enemy’s shelling is very fierce, I’m afraid there will be a big action!”

Ilya cautiously observed the movement of the enemy on the other side through the window, and shouted at the 16-year-old Maxim, a private soldier behind him.

Maxime was obviously so shocked that Ilya repeatedly called him three times, but he just curled up in the corner and shivered. The poor child was terrified!

As the sergeant Ilya sighed, the sound of such a violent shelling was very scary, not to mention the solid shells bouncing on the ground and the explosive bombs that smashed down and exploded violently.

Just a few minutes ago, he saw an explosive bomb flew into a house next to him. With a dull sound, the house collapsed in front of him. Vasily and Vasily stationed inside. The other three soldiers would be buried alive if they were not killed.

This is not the most scary. Pvt. Yuri lost his hands and feet and was directly headshot by a solid bullet. The effect of hitting his head with a 12-pound spherical shell was like smashing a watermelon with a stick. It was torn apart and spattered, and the sprayed plasma shot up to a height of two meters.

Veterans like Ilya were shocked, not to mention the half-size **** who had never been on the battlefield again. Ilya sympathizes with Maxim, but this is the fate of thousands of Russian serfs’ gray cattle. I think he was almost the same size when he first went to the battlefield. If he hadn’t followed the experienced sergeant, Peter, he estimated Can not survive the first battle.

With a sigh, Ilya grabbed Maxim’s front and yelled at her loudest voice: “Damn it, Marcia! You listen to me, when the shelling is suspended, you go to the company commander and tell He needs reinforcements here. If you stun me again, I will throw it out for you!”

While talking about Ilya, he pulled Maksim’s face until he awakened the poor child, but Maksim was awake but still in poor condition. Just look at his trembling legs to know how scared he is. .

Ilya shook her head again and continued to shout angrily: “Have you heard clearly? Just repeat it for me!”

Maxime repeated Ilya’s words tremblingly. Although they were stumbling, they were at least right. Then Ilya let go of him, patted him on the shoulder and said, “Very well, just listen to the sound of shelling. It’s over, get ready and listen to my orders!”

Ilya’s judgment was very accurate. The violent shelling really came to an end soon. After nearly 500 shells were poured out, the artillery of the Allied Forces of Britain, France and Turkey probably found that the barrel was red and must be cooled down.

At this moment, Ilya pointed in the direction of the door and roared: “It’s now, go!”

Maxim was taken aback, and rushed out of the house with a rifle that was almost as high as him. It was suddenly mixed with smoke, dust, and some indescribable smell of burnt and rust. He burst into tears.

This smell is too exciting, but the scene seen by Maxim is even more exciting. They are stationed in a residential area, most of which are one-story bungalows or wooden shacks. In the past, this area was so full that only two people came to the wide alley for passage.

But now, this area has become unrecognizable. Most of the shacks have become a pile of shredded wood, and the few that can stand there are also crooked. As for the bungalows, most of them have become a pile of rubble. The stronger one is also about to die in the dying years.

So Maksim couldn’t even recognize where he was for a while. The surroundings were so strange. Every ruined wall looked so fresh. The original road was buried by rubble, but the place without road turned into a road. .

Maxim’s head was buzzing, and he was stunned. At this time, Ilya jumped and cursed behind him: “Damn it, run straight ahead and see that beautiful three-story building? there!”

Maxim looked up in the direction pointed by Ilya, carefully identified it, and then connected the small broken building that had collapsed halfway with the former company.

Not daring to neglect, he immediately crawled towards the company with one foot high and one foot low. The distance of a few hundred meters was even more difficult than ten kilometers. There were obstacles, rubble, broken wooden beams, Broken furniture is even broken, burning corpses.

All this made him involuntarily think of the scene in **** described by the old pastor in his hometown. He didn’t know what **** was before, but now he knows it!

In front of the collapsed small building, soldiers ran in and out constantly~www.wuxiax.com~ Some were busy rescuing the wounded, some were busy extinguishing the fire, and some were messengers like Maxim. They notified the company commander of the situation in various positions so that the company commander could make decisions.

The company commander, Captain Lev Konstantinovich, was in a mess. Half of the beautiful golden curls on top of his head were burned to darkness, and the other half was covered with dust. His original military uniform was also covered with dust, blood and stains. A little bit of burnt holes, he listened to the report of Lingbing while calmly watching the military doctor treat the wound on his thigh, a piece of wood with the length of the baby’s forearm was inserted into his thigh, and it hurt to look at it!

Maxim was so attracted by the terrible injury, he stared straight at him, so much that he forgot his duty.

“Boy, it’s time for you, come back and tell me what’s going on with Old Ilya!”

After being pushed by the impatient chief secretary, Maxim returned to his senses and quickly explained the situation. But his eyes still kept peeking at Lev Konstantinovich’s wound.

“Small injury!” Lev Konstantinovich said casually, “A solid bullet smashed my wooden window. Fortunately, it wiped my scalp and walked through the wall. It caused me A little trouble, this **** Turkish wood is too weak, there are so many fragments!”