USSR 1941

The order from the superior was to move on.

This order is of course correct, and it is also the tactic that Shulka told Major Gavrilov and even Major General Tolicka before... Don't love to fight, you should advance as fast as possible.

But at this time, the car had some problems and couldn't start. When Uncle Alek opened the hood of the car to check, Shulka walked into the battlefield that was still full of gunpowder.

The smoke had gradually dissipated under the washing of the rain, and what appeared in front of Shulka were the wreckage of tanks in disorder, some of which should be said to be fireballs.

Corpses lay on the ground near them, with stumps and equipment strewn about, like parts from an alarm clock that had been shattered.

A group of Soviet soldiers were advancing in a row among the corpses, stabbing seemingly "suspicious" corpses on the ground or wounded who were crying and struggling with bayonet rifles from time to time...

The thief hesitated for a moment, and then rushed up to fumble for something among the corpses.

"Hey, are you dying?" Someone not far away shouted angrily: "I almost regarded you as a deserter!"

"Relax, Comrade!" The thief replied, and one of them raised something in his hand, "I think he won't mind!"

"Go away before I pull the trigger!" The soldier in the smoke was obviously still angry at the thief's behavior.

The thief ran back, and Shulka couldn't help scolding him a few times: "This is not a wise way, Fovalikov! If he shoots you to death, we won't even be able to say what!"

You must know that this is cleaning the battlefield. At any time, enemies pretending to be dead will suddenly jump up from the ground to escape or make other threatening actions. What the thief did just now is easily misunderstood.

"Sorry, Comrade Platoon Leader!" the thief replied, "I won't do that anymore!"

"So, what did you take?" the actor asked.

The thief did not answer, but turned to the old soldier, handed him a pen, and said: "Comrade Matvey, although I know this pen is not the same as yours, but..."

Then everyone knows that the thief just took this pen.

The veteran laughed, took a look at the pen, then shook his head and said, "I accept your apology, Comrade Fovalikov, but I wish you had risked your life just now with chocolate instead of this! "

The soldiers laughed.

Suddenly, Shulka discovered that these rugged Soviet soldiers also had a gentle and lovable side.

Perhaps it should be said, including Germans, Romanians, etc., but Shulka didn't know it.

At this time the car started, and Uncle Alek waved his hands and shouted at the soldiers: "What are you waiting for, boys, the next victory is waiting for you!"

The car followed the team and continued to advance slowly on the road. Uncle Alek opened up the chatterbox while advancing:

"You played well, lads! I'm so proud of you! I've never seen a victory like this..."

"Uncle Alek!" The Cossack interrupted him unreasonably: "What do you mean by that, do you mean that you have seen other victories?"

Uncle Alek was silent for a moment, then replied: "In 1916, the enemy left a bullet hole in my calf, boy! I have not seen another victory since then!"

The Cossack couldn't help being speechless. He didn't expect that this drunkard who was drunk all day had actually fought in war.

Leonyev asked curiously: "Uncle Alek, what was your battlefield like then?"

"It's completely different from now!" Uncle Alek looked at the wreckage of the tank outside the window, and replied: "We didn't have tanks at that time, and we were all human. But at least one thing is the same, that is blood and corpses!"

It is difficult to say this, no matter how the war changes,

Different equipment, different people and tactics, but the end result is blood and corpses.

While the soldiers were thinking about their own thoughts, the whistling sound of a shell came from far to near and exploded around the road, and even a few shells hit the road and smashed several cars on the spot. The Soviet soldiers were blown up to the sky before they could even hum.

The first reaction of the soldiers was to jump out of the car. Among them, the fastest recruits sitting at the rear of the car jumped down without waiting for the order to turn over. In fact, it is more appropriate to say "roll".

But they were soon called up again by Shulka.

"Are you crazy?" Shulka cried. "We have not received an order to get off!"

"But Comrade Platoon Leader!" said the recruit, "Did you see those bombed cars..."

"Are you going to come up at all?" Shulka said. "Or are you going to go on foot? If so, I believe they will regard you as deserters!"

The recruits immediately panicked when they heard this, and then they could only climb into the car one after another.

"I don't want to say it a second time!" Shulka emphasized: "Don't get out of the car without an order!"

"Even if it was blown to the sky by a shell?"

"Yes!" Shulka replied coldly.

What the recruits don't know is that it is normal for the road to be blocked by enemy artillery fire... This is the German controlled area. As long as they have a little time to prepare, they can aim their guns at the necessary road in advance and complete the task. Test fire, and then wait for the enemy to appear at the designated position and fire a shell every few minutes, which can effectively slow down the enemy's marching speed.

All the Soviet army could do was either divert or speed up through this blockade area.

The superior obviously chose the latter, because soon the order came down from the orderly on the motorcycle: "Rush over, speed up!"

Although dangerous, Shulka knew the order was right.

Because "blitzkrieg" is all about speed.

The enemy used the Romanian armored division to launch a surprise attack before to slow down the speed of the Soviet army. At this time, the blockade with artillery is also for the same purpose.

And the meaning behind this is actually telling the Soviet army that the Germans are not ready.

Therefore, the Soviet army did not have time to detour, which would only give the enemy more time to prepare.

"It's up to you, Uncle Alek!" Shulka shouted towards the cab ahead.

"No problem, Comrade Platoon Leader!" Uncle Alek replied confidently: "I can't be troubled by this little shell! But...wait for a while!"

As he spoke, Uncle Alek stretched his waist, took out a bottle of wine from the side of the seat, raised his head and drank it vigorously.

After a while, Uncle Alek finally put down the bottle. He wiped his mouth, threw the bottle out of the car window, then held the steering wheel and stepped on the accelerator, shouting: "Come on! You bitches , let you see how powerful Uncle Alek is!"