Quite a few German infantry had already overtaken the tanks and rushed to the edge of the trenches.

In the face of the German soldiers standing condescendingly, I did not hesitate to pull the trigger, and the two soldiers, who had not yet reacted, were immediately splashed with blood by bullets. One of the soldiers shook his body, and after a few bullets from the muzzle of his gun shot into the sky, he spun in a circle and fell headlong in front of me.

Another soldier with a rifle appeared in front of me, and when I pulled the trigger again, I found that one was empty, and then I remembered that I was using not my own Bobosha submachine gun, but an ordinary PPD-40 submachine gun. There were only 25 rounds in the magazine of this gun, and the young soldier consumed a few rounds when he killed the chief of staff of the division, and the remaining bullets were also used up by me just now.

It was too late, and before I was stunned, the German soldier had already jumped down from it with bayonets. Seeing the bayonet coming straight to my chest, I hurriedly flashed to the side, but I was still slow for a moment, only to feel a strong force pushing me back, and my body slammed against the back wall of the trench, first feeling a heat in my left shoulder, then a heart-rending pain, and when I looked down, it turned out that the bayonet had pierced my left shoulder. Coupled with the tremendous inertia of the German soldier when he jumped from a height, the bayonet came out from behind his shoulder and nailed me to the earthen wall of the trench.

I screamed in pain and almost fainted. His left hand could no longer move, and the blood that flowed red his shoulder. I hurriedly threw away the submachine gun with no bullet in my right hand, grabbed the barrel of the rifle, and stopped the other party from pulling the gun out. Because I know very well that if he pulls out his gun and stabs me a few more times, I will be dead.

The German soldiers saw my intentions and pulled their guns outward. I clenched the barrel of my gun as hard as I could, but the bayonet withdrew from my shoulder little by little because of the disparity in force between them.

"Bang!" Just when I could barely hold it anymore, a crisp gunshot rang out in my ears, and a bright line quickly drilled through the soldier's left temple, dragging blood foam diagonally from the right temple. The soldier's face froze for a moment, and he paused for a few seconds before he slowly fell backwards under my stunned gaze.

I looked back and saw that it was the captain who had saved my life. He smiled at me, then turned back to deal with the other enemies rushing up. In the previous struggle, the bayonet had been partially pulled out of my shoulder, and I took a cautious step forward, and was about to pull the bayonet out of my body, when I saw another German soldier pounce on me. I quickly let go of my hand, and I didn't care about the pain of the wound caused by the rifle falling on the edge of the trench, I pulled out my pistol and shouted at the German, "Bang!" "Two shots were fired in a row. The German soldier was first physically stunned, then fell to his knees, threw himself forward, and lay motionless on the snow, the submachine gun in his hand just thrown out of my reach.

I was secretly happy, and quickly put the pistol on the edge of the trench, grabbed the submachine gun, raised the muzzle, and pulled the trigger on those who were moving above the trench. The Germans were engaged in close combat with our troops, most of them had not yet rushed into the trenches, and in the face of the dense German column, I barely had to aim, and as soon as I pulled the trigger, I fanned out several unlucky German soldiers.

As soon as I finished firing the bullets in the magazine, I heard the sound of artillery and the sharp whistling of shells, and I couldn't help but curse in my heart: these Germans are simply crazy, and the two armies are fighting and dare to open fire, aren't they afraid of accidentally injuring their own people?

However, to my surprise, a puff of earth suddenly rushed up next to the German tank in front of the trench, followed by an explosion. This explosion silenced the battlefield, and whether it was the Germans outside the trenches or the Soviet troops in the trenches, everyone involuntarily stopped and looked in one direction.

Curious, I turned my head to look behind me. There was a muffled rumble of a metal object in the forest, and a few seconds later, a thick cannon barrel emerged from a gap in the woods, and two or three seconds later, a complete tank appeared in front of everyone.

I shook my head and blinked vigorously before I recognized this tank, it was actually a heavy tank of the KV-2 type, I had only seen pictures before, but I didn't expect to see the real thing now.

The tank did not stop after driving out of the forest, but continued to drive forward slowly. I didn't drive far, but I saw a puff of white smoke coming out of the muzzle, and our tanks opened fire again.

This time, the shells whizzed over my head and hit a German tank with unmistakable accuracy. An earth-shattering explosion was followed by a burst of flames through the tank. The German infantry, who had rushed to the front of the trench, hurriedly lay on the ground to avoid being accidentally injured by the flying shrapnel.

The Germans reacted quite quickly, and immediately several tanks returned fire. Several shells exploded around the heavy tank, sending up puffs of dirt. Our tanks did not return fire, but continued to move forward. After only a few steps, it was hit by a German shell, and the entire body was covered in smoke.

"Oops!" Seeing that our tanks were shot, I couldn't help but cry out, I thought that this heavy tank could achieve greater results, but I didn't expect to be killed by the Germans after just two shots, what a pity!

Seeing that their tanks had destroyed their targets, the German infantrymen lying on the ground could not help cheering and got up one after another, ready to storm our positions again.

That's when the unexpected happened. The smoke cleared, and the heavy tank that had just been hit was still moving forward. The German tanks opened fire again, this time with much higher accuracy than before, with at least three or more shells hitting the target, and the heavy tanks stopped.

But when the smoke cleared, the heavy tank restarted, and in front of the stunned German soldiers, it unceremoniously fired a shot, and the heavy shells that whistled out directly knocked off the turret of a tank.

"Ulla!" Seeing the wonderful performance of our army's heavy tanks, cheers suddenly sounded on the position. On the contrary, the German soldiers, who had just risen, were so frightened that they fell to the ground again.

There were many tanks in the forest in a row, but this time there were no more heavy tanks, they were all T-26s and T-34s, which formed a battle formation behind the heavy tanks and drove towards the trench.

The German tanks retreated, and the infantrymen lying on the ground also got up, and the weapons in their hands retreated in a panic. The scene just now is estimated to have frightened them, a tank can even hit a few shells unscathed, and now there are so many tanks that can't be broken all at once, how can this battle be fought? So they had no choice but to retreat.

Before the Germans could retreat to the trench they had occupied, our tanks had already rushed over the trench.

"Ulla! Ulla! There was another tsunami of shouts behind me, and I couldn't help but look back again. This time, a group of cavalry in black cloaks rushed out of the forest, brandishing the sabers in their hands, like an irresistible torrent, rushing towards the retreating German troops.

"Another cavalry charge?!" Seeing this scene, I couldn't help frowning, an hour ago, only one cavalry unit of our army was wiped out, their bones were not cold, how could someone engage in cavalry charge?

But what happened next didn't seem as bad as I thought, and amid the fire and explosions, the German tanks opened fire and covered the infantry as they slowly retreated. Our army took the heavy tank as the lead, followed by about 20 tanks in battle formation, fiercely pressing on the enemy's tanks.

The Germans still regarded our heavy tanks as the key target of attack, and not only the tanks, but even the 88-mm anti-aircraft guns that had just been dragged to the edge of the trenches and set up, were aimed at it and opened fire. After a series of artillery and explosions, the heavy tank that had been hit many times still drove forward as if nothing had happened, and as soon as its shells were discharged, there was always a German tank or armored vehicle that caught fire or exploded, and even a tank was knocked over, only to see the tracks facing the air still turning.

Our tanks stopped in front of the bodies of the fallen cavalry soldiers, who could not bear to crush the bodies of these fallen comrades, and the task of the forward assault was entrusted to the cavalrymen who immediately followed, and they were responsible for providing the necessary fire support with tank guns and machine guns.

The cavalry overtook the tank queue and inevitably stepped into the pile of corpses when charging forward. Hearing the horse's hooves trampling in the blood and rotten flesh, and making some strange sounds, my heart was dripping blood, and the general was incapable of killing the three armies! The death of more than a thousand cavalry soldiers just now was really not worth it.

In the face of the cavalry charge, the Germans also desperately resisted. The explosions were full of fire, clumps of dirt and snow sprayed into the sky, and in the thick smoke, cavalrymen and horses who had been hit by shrapnel or bullets fell to the ground. But the torrent of the charge did not stop in the slightest, and even if the frightened horse deviated from the direction of the charge, the warrior on the horse tried his best to adjust it to the right direction at once. The cavalrymen who rushed into the ranks of the marchers, their sabers flying up and down, and one after another German soldiers were cut to the ground.

Under the cover of tank fire, the cavalry gradually gained the upper hand, and the scales of victory began to tilt in our favor.

"Comrade Commander!" Suddenly, someone screamed in my ear, startling me who didn't seem to be prepared. When I turned my head, it turned out to be the captain just now, and he was followed by a male hygienist with a medicine box on his back. Seeing that I was paying attention to him, he continued: "I'll help you pull out the bayonet!" All right? When he said this, I remembered that I still had a rifle with a bayonet in my shoulder, and I quickly nodded and motioned for him to hurry up.

Watching the captain and the hygienist carefully separate the rifle from the bayonet, my nerves that had just been tense could not help but relax, and then the sharp pain in my shoulder made my consciousness more and more blurred, and gradually, I lost consciousness unconsciously.