My own war game

Chapter 173 Street Fighting
The smoke from the bombardment had just passed and the entrance to the town was silent.

A Type 3 tank led the way, and an Owl light armored vehicle followed behind, covering about thirty German soldiers as they carefully advanced into the town.

The houses in the first row had been badly damaged by the bombing, and there was not a single person to be seen among the collapsed rubble.

"Keep going, keep going! Watch out around you!" the commander on the armored vehicle shouted, waving the Luger pistol in his hand.

Bang! Dang~
Someone was shooting at this side with a rifle from a window about fifty meters away. The bullet hit the semi-arc shield of the machine gun, splashing sparks and scaring the officer hiding behind it.

"Right in front, fire!" the commander pointed to the window opposite.

Ta-da! Ta-da! Ta-da!
The two MG42 machine guns on the armored vehicle were pointed at the attackers, and bullets swept over like water, hitting the glass and wood fragments on the opposite side. This was not enough, and the No. 3 tank turned its turret and aimed its 50mm main gun at the outer wall of the building.

boom! ! ! ! ! ! !
Rubble flew everywhere, a corner of the house collapsed, and the soldiers shooting inside were unknown whether they were dead or alive.

But just when everyone's attention was drawn to the opposite side, an inconspicuous wooden board was lifted only ten meters away from the tank, and three Soviet soldiers hidden in the cellar of the house suddenly rushed out.

There were no slogans, no shouting. The three men, each holding a group of Molotov cocktails in their hands, rushed towards the armored vehicle in front without hesitation.

"Be careful! There are enemies!"

The nearest German soldier noticed something was wrong and fired the MP40 submachine gun in his hand, leaving a string of bloody holes on the chest of the Soviet soldier in the front. He fell to the ground and the Molotov cocktail in his hand fell to the ground and began to burn.

The soldier behind did not stop and got a split second of opportunity under the cover of his companion's body.

The Molotov cocktail flew out of his hand, and at a distance of only a few meters there was almost no need to aim. The remaining two Molotov cocktails hit the tank and the armored vehicle respectively.

Fire shot into the sky!

ah! ! ! ! ! ! !
The commander who had just been giving orders on the armored vehicle had his back covered with flaming liquid. He jumped down and rolled on the ground howling, while other soldiers panicked and fired bullets at the Soviet suicide squad that had completed the attack.

The machine gunner turned the muzzle of his gun in panic...

boom!
A bullet flew past and pierced the machine gunner's neck, and he fell to the side without a sound.

Puff, puff, puff! Puff, puff, puff! Puff, puff, puff!
At the same time, the crisp sound of Bobosha was heard from the alleys on both sides.

The remaining German troops found themselves in a small Soviet ambush.

The burning armored vehicles could not provide adequate cover for the infantry. The sound of gunfire like frying beans continued for several minutes. The last mortar whistled into the Germans' last hiding place, putting an end to the ambush.

Hu~hu~hu~
Alexei was breathing heavily. He had just killed a German with the rifle in his hand. Even though the battle was over, his palms were still sweating. This made him feel ashamed, so he secretly glanced at the female soldier next to him.

In the corner near the window, Tanya raised the rifle in her hand. She had just shot through the machine gunner's neck. She casually made a notch on the butt of the rifle, then took out a handful of beans and put a few in her mouth - she had finished her dried sweet potatoes.

There was no trace of fear on the girl's face, as if the battle that had just happened was just a small episode.

"Hey, Tanya, look what we found from the Germans!" An old soldier in charge of collecting the spoils came over, clenched his fist and asked the girl to guess.

Tanya tilted her head to look at it, a puzzled look on her face.

The veteran opened his palm, revealing five or six fruit candies wrapped in colored paper.

The girl's eyes suddenly brightened up. "Seeing her reminded me of my daughter in Moscow," the old soldier said as he watched the girl happily holding the candy.

Hearing these words, everyone in the room showed a gentle look on their faces, and many people thought of their families.

"Okay, who will be in the next group with me?" The veteran's face turned serious. He brushed the dust off his pants and picked up a homemade Molotov cocktail on the table.

The Soviet army now has no heavy weapons and has to rely on Molotov cocktails and anti-tank grenades to deal with German tanks, and both weapons must be thrown at very close range.

The defenders organized a death squad of three people, and the order was decided by drawing lots. In the previous two battles, six people were killed.

Alexei's whole body was shocked, and he silently spread out the note in his hand, on which there was a crooked "9".

This time it's his turn.

"Yes, it's me~" Alexei tried hard to be brave, but his voice still trembled involuntarily.

At the same time, another sergeant in his 30s stood up, showed a note with the number "7" written on it, and walked in front of Alexei.

"Okay, let's follow the old rules. First, I'll ask you, you must know how to read, right?"

Alexei said nothing, but nodded nervously.

Swish~ Two pieces of letter paper were torn off and handed to Alexei and the old soldier respectively.

"One page. You can write to anyone. The Political Committee will read it. Do not mention military secrets. You can put something small in it, but it should not be too big."

After saying the above, the sergeant picked up the pen and started writing.

Anyone with a discerning eye could tell what the letter meant. Alexei felt as if it weighed a thousand pounds in his hand.

After hesitating for a long time, he found that his mind was blank and he had no idea how to write. At this moment, someone pulled him. Alexei looked back and found that the forty-year-old veteran was standing behind him.

"Mr. Davari, can you read? Can you help me take a look?" After saying that, the old soldier handed his letter paper to him.

Alexei picked up the letter and looked at the words on it. It was written crookedly, with many typos, and there were many blank spaces in the middle.

"I learned to write in a literacy class, and I don't know many words." The old soldier rubbed his hands a little embarrassedly and explained to Alexei, then said, "Can you help me correct it?"

Alexei nodded. "You said I would help you write..."

"My dearest Natasha, if you see this letter, I'm sorry that I can't take you to watch the military parade on Red Square, but please believe that I will always be with you..."

The old soldier's letter was addressed to his daughter. It didn't contain many words, but after Alexei finished writing it for her, he suddenly knew what words he should leave behind.

He picked up the letter paper and was about to start writing when he heard footsteps at the door. A soldier came running in and shouted:

"Comrade Regiment Commander orders all cavalry to gather at the regiment headquarters immediately!"

In this way, Alexei's suicide note was not written. When he walked towards the church in the center of the town, the explosion sounded again from behind him, and the flames shooting into the sky made the ruins in the distance red.

(End of this chapter)