"It’s really a lucky day." The middle-aged Ukrainian soldier with a gun sneered, found a slightly cleaner corner, sat down and closed his eyes to rest, and soon he snorted lightly. This moment of war seems to be far away from the soldiers in this room.
The water of the Volga River was rippled by raindrops. rokossovsky was on the west bank of the Volga River on Stalingrad side, watching a ferry full of soldiers moving slowly in his direction.
German naval aviators, those terrible Stuka dive bombers took off in such bad weather, which gave Soviet soldiers the opportunity to take advantage of rainy days to snatch supplies from Stalingrad city. If possible, rokossovsky would rather the heavy rain keep going so little, and he could no longer face those German planes that could not swing away.
"quick! Organize those big ships to transport ammunition! Before the rain stops, we must grab the most ammunition and cross the river to speed up! Step up the speed! " Someone in rokossovsky was given an umbrella, but his hand was not so lucky, or he didn’t dare to behave too much in front of his company. He personally directed the ship dispatch in the heavy rain.
A light boat docked on the bank of the river and was full of Soviet recruits who had been drenched by heavy rain. These recruits jumped into the boat one by one and then put their hands on their heads, and their hats were already wet, as if they had surrendered.
The slightly larger ships were either used to transport valuables such as ammunition and drugs, or they were sunk by German planes. The ships in Soviet hands became smaller and smaller, and sometimes they were small enough to accommodate more than a dozen people.
When the weather is good, German planes will bomb along the river bank to find out the ships that are slightly larger in disguise and sink them across Kofunagoshi. Fortunately, these lucky ships are smaller.
"put it! Put your hands down! " Rokossovsky gently frowned. Before he could speak, an officer in charge of reception went over and yelled at these recruits. "Good team! Go from here! Someone will receive you in person! Let’s go Go! "
These recruits are greeted not only by craters scattered along the river, but also by guns and cars that have been piled up and damaged for a long time. The field hospitals are full of disabled soldiers who need to evacuate to the rear, and sick soldiers who are waiting in droves to receive anti-inflammatory drugs.
So these recruits walked along the muddy river, one foot deep and one foot shallow. They walked along the riverbank one by one, and then they were divided into teams, and they walked from wet clothes to tired to some unfinished collapsed warehouses and factories
Rokossovsky didn’t speak. About two or three boats arrived here at the same time where he was in sight. The people jumped off the boat and were tossed into mud by the rain and the soldiers in front. These soldiers staggered on the ground. Most people looked at the heights with strange eyes and looked down at everything in rokossovsky.
No one can remember how many soldiers were sent to Stalingrad, but everyone knows that the wounded who left the ship did not even bring in one tenth of the soldiers. In other words, tens of millions of soldiers no longer need to leave, and they will be integrated with the city and will no longer be separated.
"Food consumption, such as? Is it enough to plan in advance? " Looking at a boat after a boat of soldiers being landed, rokossovsky suddenly asked his assistant behind him, but his heart was filled with emotion: "Maybe all the people in this boat were killed by a shell …"
His assistant leaned his head a little closer to his company and said, "Comrade General, because of the large number of soldiers killed, we have left a lot of reserve food, except for a small part that was destroyed by German bombing, most of which are very safe to use at any time."
"Well … don’t be stingy." rokossovsky nodded after listening to the assistant’s speech and then ordered in a calm tone. "Give these new soldiers more food and let them die in their motherland. Let them eat a full meal before they die."
"yes! Comrade general, I understand. "The assistant immediately promised that it was not a big deal to distribute food, and he didn’t express his views on such a small matter. He was more interested in finding a better excuse to leave this terrible city than these trivial things.
Compared with the high survival rate of German soldiers, the loss rate of Soviet soldiers in Stalingrad is quite high, and often thousands of people are pulled to the front line, and only a few hours later, one-third of them will be left. There are almost no reinforcements here, and those veterans are also killed at any time and place.
After a heavy rain, can you have 50 thousand more soldiers in your hands? Rokossovsky somewhat breathed a sigh of relief. This batch of supplementary soldiers can be regarded as allowing him to continue to stick to it.
"Send a telegram to Moscow and ask Marshal zhukov to lead the troops to South for support as soon as possible." rokossovsky turned and walked back. "It’s not the way to defend here after all … zhukov, you don’t even know such a simple thing, do you?"
Chapter 95 96 Outdated people
Many people have faith, relying on firm faith can make soldiers fight bravely without fear of death. Since some soldiers in the Middle East can shout with faith and armed forces in the 21st century, in 1939, some people can rely on their faith to fight powerful opponents.
There are many people who have no faith. They don’t believe that some people can face the enemy with their bayonets held high and their heads held high. They don’t believe that some people can survive torture and don’t divulge any information. These people understand the insistence that only an idiot would do that.
So now, in the movie scene, facing the enemy with thousands of troops, raising their weapons and facing the enemy with whips and irons, laughing and waiting for the enemy with bayonets to approach them and pull grenades in their arms. These pictures have become a symbol and have been used several times to challenge the audience’s tolerance.
Ryan once had faith. He once believed in himself. He felt that he could live in such a dangerous world on his own. He had no other faith except him and the weapons in his hand.
Recently, however, he found himself relying on his comrades-in-arms, which is a very dangerous signal. In his heart, he felt that it was a very dangerous thing. He was no longer a lonely ghost but a living person.
He believes that his own gunner Andrejin, a trustworthy guy, can complete all kinds of incredible shooting to destroy those dangerous enemy tanks; Thaksin’s own pilot, Bowman, once skillfully drove his own tank and made them accomplish the impossible.
He also believes in Alice, a thin and violent female pilot. She tuned out the clear interference of the channel and made his ears more and more delicate. Of course, he also likes the loader named Bruce. Although his mouth is as trivial as Marcus, he is a very good person.
Of course, in addition to these people, the more he wrote the letter about the tiger tank that they had been waiting for for a long time, after all, after a long time, there will always be some nostalgia. Being able to accompany five people in such a tragic battlefield for a year proves that the tiger tank was absolutely successful when it was originally designed.
However, when they abandoned the Tiger tank and were named to receive another more powerful tank, Ryan found that his belief had been shaken. He suspected that the more powerful Tiger King tank was indeed an epoch-making classic, but Ryan did not feel happy at all because his car was promoted.
Bruce waited for the train platform, and soon they would receive their new Tiger King Tank Station. At this time, Bruce seemed a little excited. He said to Andre, "You can’t feel the spacious feeling where you sit, which makes me load faster than a little."
Andre is also very happy. He thinks that set of auxiliary aiming system is simply the enemy. That thing can make him lock his target in a few seconds after stopping the tank and easily penetrate the opponent’s armor. Before that, it is very difficult to do it. He has to play well to do it.
Bowman is not too happy to say that his driving habits have changed because of the change of tank chassis, so he didn’t speak, but he kept fiddling with his hands to simulate the feeling when he was operating the tank, but it can be seen that he really likes driving this new tank, otherwise he wouldn’t be like this.
Alice can’t see any change. She is a calm girl around Ryan. She is the kind of infantry girl who can shoot and smash the enemy in front with a machine gun. However, after living in the front for so long, she can’t see the original bitterness and romance. It’s a stranger’s aura.
The new tank is good everywhere, more advanced and more accurate, with wider parts, ammunition, strong power and powerful artillery armor, which is so thick that the enemy is desperate. Now almost no one can threaten the battlefield of Tiger King Tank, which is almost an enemy.
When thinking of this, Ryan suddenly felt that he seemed to find the reason why he couldn’t get up, so he gave a wry smile to relax himself. It was because he thought of the reason that his killing machine, which was cultivated by special means, could play less and less in the battlefield.
Or to put it another way-personal bravery like him is no longer needed in the current war. Even if he can fight again in cold blood, he can make up for the gap in weapons and equipment and change the way of catching up. When he practiced shooting people without blinking an eye, Germany’s huge military industrial enterprises have produced invulnerable steel behemoths.
What an ironic scene! A man painstakingly cultivated his killing skills for several years and degenerated into a devil. Only in this way can he get a cold heart, but he can’t face one tank after another leaving the factory. The times have changed and Ryan has become strange and afraid.
He was afraid that the day would come when the Fuehrer arcado no longer needed soldiers like him. At that time, science and technology advanced to the point where soldiers could be replaced, and people could kill tanks and planes remotely without going thousands of kilometers away from the battlefield.
No matter whether it is quick or quick, it can’t compete with automatic weapons with faster and more sensitive reaction. Soldiers with night vision goggles and automatic weapons can kill people hundreds of meters away in the evening. At that time, the devil trained in Wolf Knight College was no match for a college student with a fighter remote control in his hand.
If I do, will I have only one executioner’s name left? Ryan thought in his mind that he had always been a soldier and a strong soldier, but now he finds that it won’t be long before he can do things by the head of state and any recruit can do it.
Just as he was thinking, a military train slowly entered the front of the locomotive, spewing white smoke and slowly stopped at Rennes. Besides two armored trains, there were several carriages full of armed SS soldiers behind their temporary train.