"Where are the reinforcements? Where are the reinforcements I want? "A Soviet regiment commander in his own command, grabbing the commissar by the collar, asked with a roar.

If it had been in normal times, he would not have dared to be so emotional anyway, but now that the Germans had broken through his defenses, there was no chance of retreating.

It stands to reason that all the people have to stay here and die here, so he has nothing to scruple about.

The commissar's face was also full of grievances, and he struggled to pull his collar out of the other party's hand, but because the other party was too strong, he did not succeed.

"I reported on what we were going to do with reinforcements, and you can't blame me...... The division headquarters said that there were no reinforcements, could I still go and see if they were lying? The political commissar looked into the other party's eyes and asked rhetorically through gritted teeth.

"Then you tell me that reinforcements will arrive soon?" The regiment leader's eyes were already red, staring at the person in front of him, eager to eat the other party.

"Well, what can I do if I don't lie and boost morale? Tell you that there are no reinforcements, so that you will abandon your position and retreat? "When it comes to this matter, the commissar's reasons seem to be more sufficient.

They can't retreat anyway, and they can only wait here to die anyway, so if there are reinforcements or not, what difference does it make?

Untying the commissar's collar, the regimental commander smiled wryly at his position in the distance, where smoke was already filled, and from time to time German soldiers bent over and rushed by.

The gunfire in the trenches was getting denser and closer, and they had nowhere to run but to take up arms and fight.

The regiment commander drew the pistol on his waist, glanced at the pale-faced political commissar, and said coldly: "If there is a kind, go out with me to face death!" ”

After finishing speaking, without looking at the commissar, he walked out of this command bunker with his own weapons.

The gunfire outside intensified, and the regimental commander, squinting and carrying a pistol, passed by a corpse, the body of the doorman who had fallen after being hit by a shell.

Farther away, the guard company was already engaged in an exchange of fire with the Germans, and their ammunition was so limited that it could not withstand the long period of attrition.

Originally, the ammunition of the Soviet army was insufficient, and even less ammunition was allocated to the second-rate troops of the front. It also allows them to fight for a short time and then fend for themselves.

"Chirp!" A bullet flew over the head of the regimental commander and hit the edge of the trench, emitting a puff of white smoke.

It was a stray bullet that was not aimed at him at all. So the regimental commander ignored it either, and after passing by one of the soldiers, he gave a loud order: "Follow me!" Counterattack! ”

The soldier turned around, saw that it was his regimental commander, nodded, and followed behind the regimental commander with a rifle already inserted with a bayonet.

Soon, about 10 soldiers gathered behind the regimental commander, and they carried bayonets and walked along the trenches towards the opening of the German breakthrough.

The gunfire grew more and more intense, as if it were already in front of you. In fact, it was indeed in front of him, and the bullets flew overhead in a dense manner, crackling on the edge of the trench.

The Germans used automatic weapons, so the firepower sounded like a web of webs, and the Soviet troops fought back a little dispensable.

In front of the makeshift bunker made of corpses, Soviet soldiers were returning fire not far from the German soldiers who were already in the trenches.

And on the edge of the trench on the side, there are also Soviet soldiers attacking the German units in front of the trench.

"Bullets! Who still has bullets? A Soviet soldier with a bloody face turned his head and looked at his comrades behind him.

Some of his comrades-in-arms were still covered in bandages, and even without bandages, they were covered in blood.

Everyone awkwardly turned over their pockets, hoping to find enough ammunition to prevent the German soldiers from approaching their position.

"Grenades!" Before the regiment commander could answer, a soldier shouted loudly, and then the shock wave of the explosion rolled up, blowing away the Soviet soldier who had just asked for bullets.

Before the Soviet regiment commander struggled to get up from the ground, the German soldiers rushed into the bunker, and the other side held an STG-44 assault rifle and fired ferociously at the Soviet troops.

"Suddenly! Dodo! "A steady stream of bullets swept over, and the Soviets who were standing there shooting with their weapons in their hands knocked to the ground.

The Soviet regiment commander raised his arm and pulled the trigger on the Germans who were firing. He hadn't used this pistol yet, and it was very well maintained.

"Phew!" A crisp sound sounded, and the German soldier on the opposite side was shot, but did not fall immediately, he screamed miserably and leaned sideways against the pit wall of the trench.

"Phew! Bang! In desperation, the Soviet regimental commander opened fire on the German, shot after shot, until the second German soldier rushed into the trench, and he stopped.

Then he took his pistol and aimed at the second German soldier again, and continued to fire: "Bah! Bang! ”

As a result, another German soldier jumped in at the edge of the trench, carrying an MP-40 submachine gun.

The other party also saw the Soviet commander who was firing with blood on his face, and began to strafe without the slightest politeness.

"Suddenly! Dodo! "The sound of submachine guns, which were a little more crisp than assault rifles, echoed over the trenches, and several rounds hit their targets.

The regimental commander's body was trembling from the bullets of the submachine gun, and the arm carrying the pistol hung down weakly. The Soviet soldiers who were protecting their commanders by his side were also covered in blood and fell down with their regimental commander.

"Rush!" A German soldier jumped into the trench, looked at the corpses all over the ground, and shouted loudly as he continued to advance.

He was followed by the second and third German infantrymen, and then one after the other, an army that could not be counted.

"Long live the Führer!" Inside the trenches, German shouts resounded in the sky. Numerous Wehrmacht soldiers entered the positions of the Soviet troops, which had already broken through, without any suspense.

In the bunker of the regimental headquarters just now, the comrade political commissar, who had not moved a step, looked at the map spread out on the table, as well as some documents from the regimental headquarters and written orders from the division headquarters, and did not know what to do.

There were no more soldiers here, he was the only one left, and the people of the regimental headquarters had either died in the previous battle, or had already left just now when the regiment commander left.

God knows if they retreated, or if they followed the regimental commander to their deaths. The commissar had no intention of fighting, he just leaned against the wall inside the bunker and looked in the direction of the door with trembling eyes.

Leave? Or stay and fight? The gunfire outside was getting closer, and he had to press his hand to the pistol at his waist.

"Goo-dong...... Knock ......" An M24 wooden-handled grenade came out of the door, and the political commissar closed his eyes with peace of mind - "Boom! "All is silent again.