Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 307: Crazy Wolf (End)

The Soviet Border Guard soldier Dimitri Konunlovich Lavre crawled across the snowdrift and rolled into a farm drainage ditch.

Lying on his back at the bottom of the snow-filled ditch, the privates gasped and exhaled a mouthful of white mist, then sat up and called out their comrades in the platoon: "I saw the footprints outside, is it you, Dani Ya, it's still Yegrev.".

"Shut up, you idiot." A voice not far away responded, and Lavre recognized that it was Sergeant Yefrem, the platoon leader.

"Blessed Mother, it turned out to be your comrade platoon leader, I am Dimitri." Ravre replied loudly, overjoyed, and then picked up the Mosin Nagan rifle that was thrown aside.

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

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

The gunshots in the distance continued to sound, indicating that Ralph's comrades were still fighting, and the Red Army soldiers couldn't help feeling self-blame and ashamed for not having the courage to fight with them.

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

The Red Army of the Soviet Union began to use a new military rank in June 1940, and no longer used the title of platoon, company, battalion, regiment commander, and replaced it with a rank corresponding to the position.

In the beginning, the platoon commander of the Red Army had to be at least a second lieutenant, but with the continuous expansion of the Red Army, the number of middle and low-level grassroots officers became severely insufficient, so the rank of exclusion command was downgraded to large and sergeant, especially After the start of the big cleaning, low-level high-profile situations have become more common.

Sergeant Yevrem’s situation at the moment looks quite bad. He sits slumped against the wall of the ditch. His clean, stiff uniform is covered with wet mud and the big green woolen eaves. The cap was gone, and the sergeant was now bald, and his entire face was a terrible blue-gray.

"Are you injured, comrade platoon leader." Ralph crawled up to the opponent with difficulty.

"Yes, Mijia (Dimitri's nickname)." Yevrem tried to sit up straight, but after struggling twice, he gave up this futile effort.

"Come and help me, Mijia." The sergeant begged.

"Wait a minute, comrade platoon leader." Ralph set the rifle against the wall of the ditch, then stepped forward to support the sergeant.

"How is the second unit now? Is Comrade Andreev in command? I heard fierce gunfire."

"Sergeant Andreev has been sacrificed. I and the others have been separated, comrade platoon commander." Ralph never dared to lie to the officer, but now the opponent is seriously injured...

"Really, I was led by Andreev." Yevrem smiled bitterly and shook his head.

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

"There was a bullet in the thigh, but I can hold on." Ralph replied.

He was hit by a Polish Army-equipped rifle, which was actually the Polish version of the German Mauser k98az carbine, which was only slightly different from the 98k used by the German Wehrmacht. It was also loaded with German Mauser 7.9mm rifle cartridges. .

After the end of the First World War, Poland, with the support of Britain and France, invaded the Prudence Soldier Factory of the Second Empire in Danzig, thus having the ability to produce Mauser rifles. The letter kb in the model number means carbine, wz29 The prototype is the famous k98az rifle.

After the fall of Poland, the Soviets and Germany seized a large number of wz rifles. Because they were not much different from 98k, the German Wehrmacht simply kept them for themselves.

The Soviet army sealed up these rifles, and only handed over a small part to the Polish police in the occupied area. This rifle was seized by the Germans from a police post.

Ralph was very lucky. The Mauser bullet did not hit the bone in the thigh. In that case, the steel-core armored bullet would break into pieces with the bone, tearing the surrounding tendons, nerves and blood vessels, usually this kind of wound It is difficult to clean up. If gangrene is caused by infection, the only way to wait for the wounded is amputation.

The German army has been equipped with new types of antibiotics, which can effectively inhibit wound infection and deterioration. The Soviet Red Army only has conventional sulfa powder in its hands, and it is certain that no country will provide him with penicillin this time, so once the Eastern Front War breaks out, the death rate of Soviet soldiers will be higher than in history. More serious.

For Red Army fighters like Ralph, usually only a bandage bag made of green linen, stuffed with a roll of gauze bandage with a hemostatic pad. As for hemostatic or pain-relieving drugs, they can only be obtained from military doctors and medical soldiers. Once a military doctor or medical soldier is killed, the wounded can only rely on firm faith to survive.

Sergeant Yevrem is indeed a determined Bolshevik, but apparently his loyalty is not enough, so he is dying when he looks at him.

A bullet hit him in the abdomen. The organs must have been damaged. It may also have injured the arteries. The internal bleeding is quite serious. This can be seen from his face. If he hadn't met Ralph, 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 gangster will not find us." Ralph suggested.

"No, Mi Jia. I know my situation, and the time left is running out. Now I only need you to do one thing. This is the last order I gave as the platoon leader." Yefu Liem was already very weak, but he still tried his best to make a majestic look, and with that pale face like a dead man, the little soldier's heart jumped with fright.

"Yes, comrade platoon leader." Ralph nodded and agreed.

"You have to find a way to survive and report our experience to your superiors. These people are not armed bandits at all, but professional soldiers with strict training. They are Germans, Ralph!" Yefrem did not Knowing where a burst of power came from, he grabbed the soldier's shoulder.

"These people 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."

"Are they not Polish bandits?! But aren't the Germans our allies? Comrade sergeant."

"You don't need to understand the reason, as long as you report it to the higher level." Yevrem let go of Ralph's shoulder.

"Why did the gunfire stop? Is the battle over?" The sergeant tried to open his eyes wide.

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

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

The infantry platoon he was in had originally set up blocking positions on both sides of the road, preparing to ambush a Polish guerrilla team fleeing to the border here.

Because it was said in the information given to them above, some Polish bandits who hated the Soviets suddenly attacked a checkpoint near the border. As for the number of these gangsters, the armed and what means of transportation they used, nothing was mentioned in the enemy information bulletin.

How could they know that these gangsters were wearing the uniforms of the internal affairs troops and driving a red flag 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 and lined up on the roadside. When the border soldiers were unprepared, these internal forces rushed into the queue suddenly Fire~IndoMTL.com~ More than a dozen people were killed on the spot, others fled in terror, and then they were killed one by one on the snow like a rabbit hunting. This was basically a cold execution, a **** execution. massacre.

The platoon commander was shot at the beginning of the battle, and then lost track in the chaos. At this time, there were two infantry squads on the west side of the highway left in the platoon. Sergeant Andreev served Command, Ralph is one of the riflemen.

Sergeant Andreev immediately led the troops to exchange fire with the opponent, and even personally led an infantry squad to charge the enemy, but bravery did not always bring victory, at least this time Andreev failed.

The opponent had a rare fierce firepower. This infantry squad, including Andreev himself, was almost killed in the charge.

It’s almost because it doesn’t include the lucky Ralph. This private soldier rushed onto the highway miraculously, leaving his body unscathed.

But he didn't continue to attack the enemy. The automatic firepower had scared him half of his life, so he turned directly over the highway and fleeing towards the wilderness on the other side.

The Germans didn’t intend to let him go. Next, the infantryman was knocked to the ground with one shot. Perhaps thinking that he had been killed by one shot, the Germans who shot him turned around and turned to the border guard on the other side. The fighting went, and Ralph saved his life.

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

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

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