Chapter 832

Zhukov is not sure whether he can become a hero of the Soviet Union. Just like the Soviet soldiers defending in Smolensk, they don't know if they can see the sun tomorrow.

The newly recruited teacher was leaning against a broken and collapsed parapet with his rifle in his arms. Beside him, there was a pool of vomit that had frozen into a paste. It looked very disgusting. There are the same dirty things on the lapel of the teacher's clothes and on his sleeve. It seems that he vomited these things.

Just now, he saw with his own eyes a Soviet soldier hit in the head by a stray bullet. The whole helmet was cut off by shrapnel. There was a paste in his head, and he could hardly see the internal structure. The dead Soviet soldier just kept talking to him, but in less than a second, a living person turned into a broken body under his feet.

There was no time even to shout, or even to say goodbye. A fresh life ended in such a humble way. No one even asked about the corpse. It just left the corpse piled up in the corner and turned into a piece of frozen meat hard by the cold wind.

But as a teacher who was still giving lessons to the children more than ten days ago, he saw a man in front of him who was smashed by shrapnel, and his face was sprayed with blood and brain, with a warm breath. This feeling recurred in his mind, which made him feel like he was shaking in his stomach.

Ten days ago, he was still a teacher of literature. Ten days later, he became a soldier fighting bravely for his motherland. Looking at the moshinagan rifle in his hand and seeing the mottled blood on it, he felt that what he had just eaten was beginning to toss again. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and forced his eyes away from his vomit and blood.

Why is a soldier just a new soldier when he goes from enlistment to strict training and finally to the battlefield? Because you have to go through the test of life and death, get used to killing and cruelty, and then you can really transform into a veteran who dares to kill and is no longer afraid. This process can not be opportunistic, or at least can not be too opportunistic way to transition.

For example, in order to make soldiers adapt to killing, Japan once used Chinese soldiers and civilians as targets to practice the army's assassination techniques. This method can be said to be able to replace part of the effectiveness of actual combat, but can not completely replace the role of actual combat.

Because in the real battlefield, the continuous firing of artillery and machine guns creates a more chaotic environment, and the soldiers who fire and kill the enemy are more morally reasonable, so it is not easy to produce serious psychological burden. Therefore, although the Japanese method can make up for the defects in actual combat, it will make people become monsters who lose their moral sense, and it is an inhumane means despised by all human beings.

Let's not mention Japan's shameless behavior. After all, it's too much to say. The Smolensk people's teacher here has been squatting in the trench for two days, but he still hasn't seen a fierce German SS who has heard of eating Russian civilians raw.

Not to mention the terrible existence of the SS, he had never seen a serious German national defense force. Several times he could see the domes of several helmets in the trenches far away from him. He found that the Soviet soldiers could not hit such a small target at such a distance.

And every time they shoot, they will lead to a wide range of artillery, as well as the enemy's machine gun bullets. A German weapon called mg42 machine gun is a kind of abnormal existence. It can cooperate with the optical sight and fire at a very long distance. The firing speed is also very terrible.

This kind of weapon can easily hit the Soviet soldiers, and force groups of Soviet soldiers back to their starting positions. He once saw several comrades in arms knocked down by the German machine gun, but because the distance was too far, he didn't enjoy the feeling of blood spraying all over his face at close range today.

He wiped his mouth, carefully poked his head out of the low wall and looked at those unreal German positions opposite. Because he had been teaching in this city, he did not even know why the friendly German army would fight, or why the German who lost the last war would become so fierce. He can only carefully observe the opposite situation with his eyes, and observe the enemy he didn't even really see.

In the school, he is a teacher. In the class, he is the boss of what he says. The students are afraid of him and respect him. What he says is just like an edict in the whole classroom. But now the situation has changed. In this battlefield, bullets are the real boss. All those who try to stop bullets from flying have become cold bodies.

He had never killed anyone, and he did not even dare to see his comrades in arms who died beside him. In his life, he never imagined that he would go to the front line one day. He just learned how to use his rifle yesterday.

He drew back his head and moved his body away from the cold corpse. He leaned against the low wall again and let the cold wind blow across his cheek. He wrapped up his military coat tightly, which was the only clothing he could keep out the cold. Although there were still vomit residues on it, it was better than freezing to death.

Suddenly, he remembered his hobby in school, so he leaned against the wall and began to sing a rhythmic poem with rhymed words. It's a way for him to get rid of his emotions. It's also a kind of recreation he likes very much

"The trench in the snow is the support of life; Broad and beautiful road, set up cold artillery. No crying of children, no prayer of angels; There are just corpses and the roar of bombs. " Just as he was enjoying himself, another round of German shelling began. This time, it was not only a burst of heartbreaking shelling, but also a dense gunfire. Several Soviet soldiers ran over the low wall with their own weapons. They supported their helmets and avoided the scattered debris on the ground with fragmented steps“ The Germans are attacking! The Germans are attacking A Soviet soldier was running and shouting. This made everyone hesitate. They couldn't believe that after a long preparation, the German attack started without warning. The Germans are attacking? Leaning against the corner of the wall, the forgotten Soviet teacher raised his head to look at the fierce German soldiers. But before he could meet his curiosity, a bullet hit the soldier standing beside him. The huge inertia made the soldier fall on his back, blood oozing from his chest and coloring the nearby ground red. He howled and screamed, struggling on the ground, trying to move his heavy body. The Soviet teacher wanted to reach out to help and drag the wounded back to his hiding place behind the low wall, but he hesitated and struggled for some time, and finally did not have the courage to risk being hit and drag his comrades back to a safe place. After all, it takes a lot of courage to reach out in the rain of bullets. Soon, he didn't have to struggle, because the wounded man who was close to him stopped moving. Because of the excessive bleeding, he closed his mouth and stopped making hysterical cries. This made the teacher who suffered a lot more comfortable and began to study his rifle. He had just learned how to shoot, and had not fired a single bullet. He heard the scream of the Soviets in the front position, and the sound of the enemy's machine guns, which was similar to that of a saw. I don't know if it was adrenaline or something else, he picked up his rifle, pulled open the bolt, and slowly pushed a bullet into the gun. As he loaded his rifle, he murmured his own poems, and then bit by bit peeped out his head from the corner to observe the bloody scene of the whole battlefield: "curl up your body to avoid the fire; Hold on to the barrel of the gun and maintain the pride of honor. " He saw several Soviet soldiers being driven out of the trench by a German tank. They ran frantically backward and were swept to the ground by machine guns with fire tongues on the tank body. He saw some German soldiers in white blouses jump into the Soviet trenches and occupy one Soviet position after another“ Damn bastards! Get out of our city! Get out of our territory! Didn't your teacher educate you? There is no good end for the aggressor! " Muttering, the teacher aimed his rifle at a soldier in uniform he had never seen before. His fingers pulled the trigger, and a huge impact force made his rifle lift high, because he had never used the weapon in his hand. This was the first time that he really felt what it was like when the huge recoil force hit his shoulder. The pain in his shoulder made him think of his environment, and the feeling of fear finally returned to his body. He felt his leg tremble, and the rifle didn't hold it, so the bullet didn't hit any target at all. He had to pick up his moxinagan rifle, open his bolt again, and then load the bullet again. A Soviet soldier ran past the low wall beside him, and seemed to be the only friendly soldier lucky enough to escape back here. After escaping the low wall, the Soviet soldier jumped into a nearby crater with a slide shovel, then climbed up the edge with his helmet and fled to another street.