My Third Empire

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Listening to too many funny paragraphs will always change people's views on some truths. The final facts are hidden in the dust of history, leaving everyone to talk after dinner, mostly nonsense.

During World War II, the Italian army was not as unbearable as rumors, so that the Italian army should use pasta to describe. At least when the oligarchs were bullied and the bulls were bullied, the Italian army still had some fighting power. Even in real history, Italy's record, although not comparable to Germany, is worthy of its world power.

Even if the Ukrainian army can't fight as hard as the Ukrainian army against the Russians, hiding in a safe place and lighting up the shells in their hands, the Italians can still do it. So on this difficult night, the Soviet defenders spent an entire 8 hours of hard time in endless pain.

In the early hours of the morning, another force appeared on the flanks of Kharkov, and this force suffered even more from the Soviet Union. The Romanian troops arrived and blocked the last retreat of Kharkiv ’s retreat, and established a defensive position there. Together with the strengthening of the 2 German divisions of these Romanian troops, it can be said that the entire Caucasus attack cluster flanked , The real solid.

Although the Germans still lack large-caliber artillery at this moment, they are no longer as lacking as they were at the beginning of the war. The large-caliber support artillery produced by Krupp has started to fully refer to the production process of the Tiger King tank. It has begun to use a mechanized semi-automatic production process. The number of artillery produced daily has begun to surge. The lack of artillery gaps has temporarily eased the embarrassing situation of some troops lacking artillery.

Compared with the Germans, the Italian and Romanian armies do not have this problem. On the one hand, these countries did not expand their armies as they did in Germany in a few years. On the one hand, they also did not have sanctions under the Treaty of Versailles. ,Adequate inventory.

Now these cannons are on the front line of Sud, and they are blasting in the direction of Kharkov against the Soviet defenders who are stubborn in the city. The shells fired by these cannons echoed the sound of the collapse of buildings throughout the city, and the end of the world recorded in the Bible is no different. Every Soviet army held its own weapons and witnessed the home they guarded. Destroy into piles of rubble.

A Soviet sniper was lying in the rubble of a building that had been destroyed by artillery shells. He was quiet and motionless. In his sight, several Romanian soldiers who had just arrived here were looking at the destroyed building. These Romanian soldiers lacked actual combat experience. In other words, they had n’t been bent by the cruel war church.

If no one falls down beside him, if no comrades are shattered their heads, and if they are not splashed on their faces with blood, they will never know to bend down and bow their heads on the battlefield, and move as fast as possible against the wall. What an important and irreplaceable habit.

With a gunshot, and with a bullet piercing the head of a Romanian soldier, the remaining Romanian soldiers immediately learned the skills they should keep in mind and quickly hurried to the side with their helmets on In the empty trench. Their movements are a bit of a charm, which is a bit inconsistent with the image of a few of them who just pointed at Jiangshan, but no one cares about their image in this joint, because after all, the most chic just pointed out, is lying on the ground and spraying blood. What.

The Soviet soldier opened the bolt, skillfully loaded the rifle bullet, and then aimed the sight at the slowest enemy, found the advance, and fired the second shot neatly. .

The bullet flew directly into the Romanian soldier's back, causing a penetrating injury in his chest. The Romanian soldier screamed and plunged into the trench, hitting his head down at the bottom of the trench. The two friendly troops who jumped in first hurried over and turned their comrades face down to find that he was no longer breathing.

The Soviet soldiers on the ruins had already withdrawn the small earth bag, carrying his rifle, ignoring the dust on his body, and ran to the path behind him. He crossed a street and climbed up in the corner The broken wall came to the second floor of a ruin and protruded his muzzle in a window.

He once again moved from movement to stillness, trying to hide his whereabouts and wandering on the edge of the Soviet defensive position. The muzzle of the black hole was facing the street in the distance, waiting for the enemy to arrive. In this ruined city, he is a hunter, a terrorist hunter who hunts for his opponent's life.

Right in front of the Soviet snipers, about a hundred Romanian soldiers were slowly approaching the two ends of the street. These soldiers were carrying their guns and carefully taking their steps forward. Hostility. Obviously these people's efforts did not achieve their desired purpose, because just in this corner, a sniper had aimed at a young Romanian soldier who was heading.

During World War II, street fighting was a nightmare for any country. The work of invading the city is generally left to the infantry, filling a bottomless pit with life, until the defender or the attacker drains the last drop of blood, this killing is really the end. Street fighting itself has been studied as a subject. It is already a thing after World War II, and at this time, the ruins and rubble are filled with terrible death traps everywhere.

"Boo!" There was a gunshot that exploded everywhere, burned everywhere, or in the ruins, it didn't seem harsh. But a Romanian soldier walking in the front fell down, letting others immediately understand what was going on.

The chaotic shooting started immediately, and Romanian soldiers with little combat experience frequently fired at the buildings on both sides. The machine guns that covered these soldiers also roared. However, while the intensive shooting was bold, the side slowly retreated. The army retreated slowly, and retreated to the end of the street, only to stabilize its position.

This time, even the need to change positions was gone. The Soviet sniper sneered and touched the ammunition bag with his hand, and found that there were not many bullets left. He smiled bitterly, then pulled out a magazine and pressed it into his rifle.

His assistant was hit by stray bullets a few days ago and was killed in action. So these days he has been fighting alone. The enemy soldiers who appeared in Kharkov are not German soldiers with rich combat experience and outstanding combat effectiveness. Those grenadiers mixed with a large number of snipers are really hard to deal with. character of. So he feels that he is at ease now, almost the arbitrator in this city, decides the life or death of anyone.

Several Romanian soldiers fumbled and began to test forward. This time, most of the soldiers did not follow, but only a few bad luck, walking forward tremblingly. They carried guns and observed the surrounding scene more frequently. Soviet snipers are very curious, why these people know that they are dead, and dare to come to death so vaguely.

He narrowed his eyes, pressed the crosshairs in the sight on an enemy soldier, and then decisively pulled the trigger. A gun shot, "Boo!", The bullet hit the target, and the Romanian soldier responded. Falling down, I didn't even have time to struggle.

This time the Soviet snipers were not very lucky. These Romanian soldiers obviously had some experience compared to the indiscriminate shooting. They searched calmly and found the window where the Soviet soldiers fired. They raised their rifles and fired at the position of the Soviet sniper.

"Asshole!" The Soviet sniper quickly withdrew his rifle, and then retreated from the window of the ruin to the edge of the collapsed floor on the other side. He jumped and jumped off the ruin, ignoring the rising dust , Panting and running in the opposite direction of the enemy.

After crossing the ruins and running across the street there, he suddenly found a place that he was not familiar with. After all, the city was not his hometown, and he could not distinguish any destroyed neighborhood. A dangerous breath came from all around and surrounded the Soviet sniper, making him a little breathless.

So he quickly leaned towards the edge of the street and quickly ran down the street in the direction he thought was safe. Holding his rifle, he let the wind whisper in his ears, and ran to the end of the street desperately. The street opposite him was already familiar to him, and he could reach the safe area through the last crossroad. Too.

When he rushed out of the street corner, he stopped involuntarily, because the other side of the street corner leaned on a Ukrainian soldier of more than thirty people. They attacked here along the other side and were groping carefully. At this time, more than thirty rifles were facing the Soviet sniper, and the situation seemed strange.

The Soviet sniper smiled, and it seemed to him that it was a very interesting thing. Unfortunately, he had been punched out of at least 20 holes before he even laughed. He didn't feel the pain from his body. This was a smile and fell on his back, closing his eyes tiredly.

On the other side of the farther street, separated by many houses, rows and rows of Ukrainian soldiers carried their rifles into the city. The dense guns were as tidy as forests.