Battle of the Third Reich

Soviet border guard soldier Dimitri Kononovich Ravre crawled across the snowdrift and struggled into a farm drain.

Lying on his back at the bottom of the ditch filled with snow, the soldiers gasped and breathed out a white mist, then immediately sat up and called out to the companions in the row: "I saw the footprints outside, are you, Dania, or Yegrev.".

"Shut up, you idiot." Not far away, a voice responded, and Ravre recognized that it was Sergeant Yevrem.

"Holy Mother, it was your platoon leader, I'm Dimitri," Raffle replied loudly, overjoyed, and then picked up the Mosinnagan rifle that was thrown aside.

"Don't be so loud, come here." The platoon leader whispered in a low voice.

"Yes, comrade platoon leader." Ralph Jiang resisted the pain in the wound on his leg and slowly crawled in the direction of the platoon leader.

The gunshots in the distance continued to ring, indicating that Ralph’s comrades were still fighting. The Red Army soldiers felt that they had no courage to fight with them. They felt a sense of self-blame and shame.

Climbing through a drain well, the Red Army soldier saw his sergeant platoon leader at a glance.

In June 1940, the Soviet Red Army had begun to use a new rank, instead of using the title of commander of the platoon battalion regiment, and replacing it with a rank corresponding to the position.

Initially, the rank commander of the Red Army had to be at least a second lieutenant, but as the Red Army continued to expand, the number of low-level and low-level grassroots officers became seriously insufficient, so the rank of the exclusion command was reduced to sergeants and sergeants, especially during the cleaning After the start, the situation of low-order high-matching has become more common.

Sergeant Yevrem's situation at the moment looked rather unpleasant. He was leaning against the ditch wall of the ditch, and his clean and uniform was covered with wet mud. The green woolen hat was missing. Now, the sergeant is now bald, and his whole face is glowing with a terrible blue-gray.

"Are you injured, Comrade Long?" Ralph crawled hard in front of the other party.

"Yes, Mija (Dimitri's nickname)." Yevreim forced to sit upright, but after struggling twice, he gave up this futile effort.

"Come help me, Mijia." The sergeant asked.

"Wait a minute, Comrade platoon leader." Ralph leaned his rifle against the ditch wall and then stepped forward to support the sergeant.

"How is the second squad now? Is Comrade Andreev in command? I heard the gunshots very intense."

"Sergeant Andreev has already been sacrificed, and I and others have been broken up, Comrade Platoon." Ralph never dared lie to the officer, but now the other party is seriously injured...

"Really, Andrev is the leader." Yevrem shook his head bitterly.

"You are also injured, Mija." The sergeant saw the bandage on Ralph's leg.

"A bullet was hit on the thigh, but I can hold on," Ralph replied.

He hit him with a KB.wz29 rifle equipped by the Polish Army, which is actually the Polish version of the German Mauser K98az carbine, and there is only a small difference from the 98K used by the German Wehrmacht, and the German Mauser 7.9 mm rifle is loaded. .

After the end of World War I, Poland, with the support of Britain and France, embezzled the Prussian soldier factory established in Danzig by the Second Empire, and thus had the ability to produce Mauser rifles. The letter KB in the model is the meaning of carbine, and the prototype of wz29 is famous. K98az rifle.

After Poland's demise, Sud seized a large number of wz rifles, because it was not much different from 98K, and the German Defense Force simply retained it.

The Soviets sealed up the rifles and handed over only a small portion to the Polish police in the occupied area. The rifle was captured by a German from a police sentry box.

Ralph was very lucky that the Mauser bullet did not hit the bones on the thigh, in which case the steel-core armored warhead would break into pieces with the bone, and at the same time tear the surrounding tendons, nerves and blood vessels, this kind of wound is usually difficult to treat Clean, if the infection causes gangrene, the only way to wait for the wounded is to amputate.

The German army has been equipped with new types of antibiotics that can effectively inhibit wound infection and deterioration. The Soviet Red Army had only conventional sulfonamide powder, and it is believed that no country would provide him with penicillin this time, so once the Eastern Front war broke out, the death rate of the Soviet soldiers would be higher than historically. More serious.

Red Army soldiers like Ralph usually only distribute a bandage bag made of green linen with a roll of gauze bandage with a hemostatic pad. As for drugs for hemostasis or pain relief, they can only be obtained from military doctors and paramedics. Once they encounter the death of a military doctor or medical soldier, the wounded can only rely on a firm belief if they want to survive.

Sergeant Yevrem was indeed a determined Bolshevik, but obviously his loyalty was not enough, so he was about to die.

A bullet hit his abdomen, the organ must have been injured, and probably the artery, and the internal bleeding was quite serious, as can be seen from his complexion. If Ralph was not met, the sergeant might sit here like this, silently waiting for his blood to drain.

"I can drag you away, as long as we get into the woods, the gangsters won't find us." Ralph suggested.

"No, Mijia. I know my situation, and the time left is running out. Now I only need you to do one thing, which is also the last command I gave as the platoon leader." Yevrem has already Very weak, but he still tried his best to make a majestic look, with the pale face like a dead man, scared the heart of the small soldiers straight.

"Yes, Comrade Platoon." Ralph nodded and agreed.

"You have to find a way to live and report to our superiors what happened. These people are not armed gangsters at all, but professional soldiers with strict training. They are Germans, Ralph!" Yevrem did not know where A burst of power burst out, and he grabbed the soldiers by the shoulders.

"These men are regular troops. This is a long-planned military operation. I don't know why the Germans crossed the border, but it is clear that the Soviets are already at war."

"They are not Polish bandits?! But are Germans not our allies? Comrade Sergeant."

"The reason for this does not need you to understand, as long as you report to your superiors like this." Yevrem loosened Ralph's shoulder.

"How did the gunfire stop? Is the battle over?" The sergeant tried to widen his eyes.

"Wait a minute, platoon leader, I'll take a look." The soldiers helped the platoon leader to sit back against the wall of the ditch, and then lifted the rifle set aside.

He dragged his injured leg and slowly moved to the ditch, leaning his rifle to look out. I only saw a pile of corpses in gray coats lying on the snow-covered slopes of the roadside. These were all border guard soldiers who were killed at the beginning of the battle.

The infantry platoon where he was originally set up blocking positions on both sides of the road, preparing to ambush a Polish guerrillas fleeing to the border.

Because that is what the intelligence given to them said, some Polish haters of the Soviets suddenly attacked a checkpoint near the border. As for the number of these gangsters, the armed equipment and the means of transportation used, nothing was mentioned in the enemy briefing.

How could they know that these gangsters were actually wearing uniforms of the internal forces, driving a red flagged truck with a DP machine gun on the front.

At least half of the people here were killed by the DP machine gun. These people were summoned by the internal forces to line up on the roadside. When the border guard soldiers were unprepared, these internal forces suddenly opened fire against the queue. Several people were killed on the spot, others fled in panic, and then were killed by the other party like a rabbit hunting on the snow one by one. This was basically a ruthless execution, a **** slaughter.

The platoon leader got a shot at the beginning of the battle, and then lost track in the chaos. At this time, there were two infantry squads fortified on the west side of the highway, led by Sergeant Andreev. Wolf is one of the riflemen.

Sergeant Andreev immediately led the troops to engage in firefights with each other, and even personally led an infantry sprint to the enemy, but bravery did not always bring victory. At least this time Andreev did not succeed.

The opponent has a rare fierce firepower. This infantry class, including Andreev himself, was almost killed on the way to the charge.

It’s almost said here because it didn’t include the lucky Ralph. The **** marched miraculously onto the road, and his entire body was unscathed.

But he didn't continue to attack the enemy forces. The automatic firepower had scared him half of his life, so he directly crossed the highway and fought to escape to the wilderness on the other side.

The German did not intend to let him go, and then the infantry was knocked to the ground with a single shot, perhaps thinking that he had been killed, and the Germans who shot him turned around and refuted the fire with the border guards on the other side. Went there, and Ralph saved his life.

"They are boarding the truck. It seems that these people are not ready to clean the battlefield. The platoon leader." Ralph retracted his head and whispered to the platoon leader.

"Pillar?......Player!" Facing Yevrem who had stopped breathing, Ralph bowed his head and knelt in the mud at the bottom of the ditch.