Steel Soviet Union

Seeing the bloody German soldier leaning back and lying on the ground with an unwilling expression on his face, feeling the full-automatic firepower in his hands that was as smooth as splashing water, he was so hooked in his heart that he had never felt so satisfied. Lieutenant Colonel Yakov, who had experienced such a hearty pleasure of killing enemies, now felt as if every inch of his blood vessels were boiling.

"Haha, this is the weapon a man should use! Come on, you guys! Accept the cordial greetings of the Communist Party!"

The Poposa PPSH-41 submachine gun, which was officially finalized and put into production at the end of 1941, has only been produced in a few hundred prototypes for actual combat testing as of the second half of November.

Originally, Lieutenant Colonel Yakov and his troops, who went to Moscow to fight on the front lines as reinforcements of the Far East Military Region, were not eligible to receive and use this small number of new submachine guns.

However, in view of the fact that the infantry regiment led by Lieutenant Colonel Yakov is a coordinated infantry unit accompanying the Guards heavy tank breakthrough regiment led by Malashenko. Eager to learn how this new submachine gun would perform in the "Tank Knight" mode, the Western Front Command made the final decision.

A small part of this new type of submachine gun, which is currently produced in less than 300 units, will be allocated to the Infantry Regiment of the Far East Siberia Military Region led by Lieutenant Colonel Yakov to test this wave of weapons that the Soviet top brass has high hopes for. Can the Posa submachine gun suppress the firepower of the German infantry squad in close combat?

The final test results were clearly beyond doubt and the facts were clear.

Since the beginning of 1942, mass production has been fully expanded and widely equipped in the hands of all Soviet infantry at the front line. The low-cost and highly cost-effective Bobosha submachine gun is fully capable of the arduous task of suppressing the firepower of German infantry squads.

Whether during the counterattack in the cold winter outside Moscow, or in the city of Stalingrad where a black hole in the ruined walls could protrude from the muzzle at any time and kill people, even in the final battle of the evil empire In the heart of Berlin.

The Bobosha submachine gun, which has reliable performance and machine gun firepower, has almost become a representative symbol of the Soviet infantry. Its staggering high rate of fire and large-capacity drum are the envy of even rival German soldiers. The behavior of the German infantrymen, who are praised by many and will immediately take action once they have the opportunity to capture and have sufficient ammunition, can be said to be the best evidence of the good reputation of the Bobosha submachine gun.

If the T34 series of medium tanks were the most representative of the Soviet tank force's steel torrent tactics during World War II, then the light weapon that best represented the Soviet infantry's desperate charge was undoubtedly the Bobosha submachine gun.

Lieutenant Colonel Yakov, who was using this new submachine gun for the first time, squeezed the trigger and fired two drum magazines in less than three minutes. The German soldiers who did not have a thorough understanding of the performance of this new submachine gun in the hands of their opponents were completely blinded for a while. Within three minutes, a whole squad of German infantry fell under Lieutenant Colonel Yakov's gun!

This devastating firepower, which was as powerful as mowing grass, made Lieutenant Colonel Yakov, who had a strong desire to kill, feel unprecedentedly comfortable. If he had to describe the baby in his hand, other than a very brief "She is awesome" Except for "Awesome", Lieutenant Colonel Yakov, whose mind was full of exhilarating thoughts, could hardly find any other adjective to describe the pleasure in his heart at this moment.

"Comrade leader, comrade leader! You rushed too far forward! You are our comrade leader, not the charger at the front! If possible, please stay back a little. If something happens to you, Comrade Comrade Political Commissar must send me back to the Siberian labor camp to dig potatoes! Please think about it for me!"

Lieutenant Colonel Yakov, who was full of murderous thoughts, unknowingly rushed to the front of the entire team. At the side, the guard platoon leader had his Bobosha submachine gun taken away from him by his comrade. We could only follow closely beside him, use the pistol to defend ourselves and kill the enemy, and at the same time, beg the comrade, the murderous regiment leader who has no idea of ​​the east, west and north once he goes to the battlefield, to return to his rightful place. Instead of being a suicide captain.

Lieutenant Colonel Yakov, who was feeling energetic as he was shooting wildly at the German soldiers in front of him, was obviously disturbed by these sudden words of warning. He took advantage of the opportunity to change the drum and used the opportunity of changing the drum to express an unhappy reprimand, followed by the reprimand. Fierce strikes.

"Belinsky, I have told you many times, why can't you remember it? What can defeat these fascist Nazis is the fearless sacrifice and courage of our heroic Red Army soldiers. You are so timid and afraid that you will not be able to catch up." Get rid of those disgusting German fascists!”

With a slightly unfamiliar movement, Lieutenant Colonel Yakov replaced the Bobosha submachine gun with a barrel filled with white gas in his hand with a fully loaded drum. His tone was full of high morale and ambition. I really took the advice of my security platoon leader seriously.

"Come and charge with me with the same courage you showed when you killed the Japanese monkeys on the Harakhin River. Now is the time for us to fulfill the promise sworn under the red flag! Comrade Belinsky!"

Seeing that the comrade commander, whose eyes were red, was about to go crazy again and continue to rush forward to "kill everyone", the guard platoon leader, who was left complaining in his heart, almost spoke again with a mournful expression.

"Please, Comrade Commander, at least let me lead the comrades in the security platoon to rush in front of you this time."

Before the young guard platoon leader finished speaking, Lieutenant Colonel Yakov, who had not had time to react, heard a whistling and roaring sound from far to near.

It seemed like this was the first time I heard this sound since I came to the snowy and freezing Moscow front line. The familiar yet unfamiliar feeling prompted Lieutenant Colonel Yakov to raise his head with a slightly confused expression. Come, look towards the direction of the sound coming from the distant horizon, and then a large black silhouette of a big steel bird comes into view of Lieutenant Colonel Yakov in the most realistic manner.

"Belinsky, isn't that the direction of Moscow?"

Lieutenant Colonel Yakov, who was holding the dead man with the Bobosha submachine gun in his arms, his eyes were red and the sky was dark. He could no longer tell the east, west, north, and south of the battlefield. He followed the direction of his finger and raised his head to look at the guard platoon in the distance. Platoon leader Belinsky's face suddenly changed and was full of horror.

"Oh my God! That's the west! It's the direction occupied by the Germans. Those are German planes! Comrade Commander! They are coming towards us!"