Struggle in Russia

Will there be a miracle?

At least for the Black Sea Fleet naval infantry who are fighting fiercely in Ineada, there is no miracle that they have not seen, but the number of enemies is increasing day by day!

"Three hundred and seven, three hundred and eight...three hundred and thirty-nine!"

"Fuck, when will this damn bombardment stop!"

Ilya, a soldier from the Second Company of the Third Battalion of the 175th Naval Infantry Regiment of the Black Sea Fleet who was stationed at the junction of urban and rural areas outside Ineada, was stunned. Starting from 8 o'clock in the morning, the enemy's artillery shells were hitting their company's position as if they were free of charge. Although Not all are the latest explosive bombs, there are also solid bombs. But the three hundred and forty shells pouring down in just ten minutes was still scary.

"Go and report to the company commander. The enemy's shelling is very fierce. I'm afraid there is a big move!"

While Ilya carefully observed the enemy's movements through the window, he shouted to the sixteen-year-old Maxim behind him.

Maxim was obviously petrified, so much so that even after Ilya called him three times, he just huddled in the corner and shivered. The poor kid was terrified!

As Sergeant Ilya sighed, the sound of such a violent shelling was scary, not to mention the solid shells that kept bouncing on the ground and the explosive shells that crashed down and exploded violently.

Just a few minutes ago, he saw with his own eyes an explosive bomb magically flew into a nearby house. With a muffled sound, the house collapsed in front of his eyes. Vasily and Vasily who were stationed inside The other three privates were buried alive if not killed.

This is not the scariest thing. Private Yuri was shot in the head by a solid bullet just because his hands and feet were a little slow. The effect of the 12-pound spherical shell hitting his head was like smashing a watermelon with a stick. It split into pieces and splashed in all directions, and the sprayed plasma rushed two meters high.

Veterans like Ilya were stunned, let alone a kid who had never been on the battlefield. Ilya sympathized with Maxim, but this was the fate of thousands of Russian serfs and gray animals. I think he was almost the same age when he first went to the battlefield. If he hadn't followed the experienced sergeant Old Peter, he probably would have He couldn't survive the first battle either.

Sighing, Ilya grabbed Maxim's front and roared at the top of his lungs: "Damn it, Masha! Just listen to me. When the bombardment stops, go to the company commander immediately and tell him We need reinforcements here, if you make me faint again I will throw you out directly!"

While talking to Ilya, he slapped Maxim's face until he woke up the poor child. However, although Maxim was awake, he was still in poor condition. Just look at his trembling legs to tell how scared he was. .

Ilya shook his head again and continued to shout angrily: "Did you hear it clearly? If you heard it clearly, repeat it to me!"

Maxim repeated Ilya's words tremblingly. Although he said it awkwardly, at least the meaning was correct. Only then did Ilya let go of him, patted his shoulder and said: "Very good, just listen to the sound of shelling." It’s about to end, get ready and listen to my orders!”

Ilya's judgment was very accurate. The fierce bombardment came to an end soon. After pouring nearly 500 shells, the artillery of the British, French and Turkish Allied Forces probably found that the barrels of the guns were red and needed to cool down.

At this moment, Ilya pointed in the direction of the door and roared: "Now, go!"

Maxim was startled, and he rushed out of the house with a rifle that was almost as tall as him. He was immediately stung by the smell of smoke, dust, and some indescribable burnt and rusty smell. He burst into tears.

The smell was so exciting, but the scene Maxim saw was even more exciting. They were stationed in a residential area, most of which were one-story bungalows or wooden shacks. In the past, this area was so crowded that there were only two-person-wide alleyways for passage.

But now, this area has become beyond recognition. Most of the shacks have turned into a pile of broken wood. The few that can stand there are also crooked. As for the bungalows, most of them have turned into a pile of rubble. A few of them have turned into a pile of rubble. The stronger ones also look like they are dying in their old age.

So much so that Maxim couldn't recognize where he was for a moment. The surroundings were so unfamiliar, and every ruined wall looked so fresh. The original roads were buried under rubble, and the places where there were no roads turned into roads. .

Maxim's head was buzzing and he was stunned. At this time, Ilya jumped behind him and cursed: "Damn it, just run forward. Do you see that beautiful three-story building? The company headquarters is over there!"

Maxim raised his head and looked in the direction that Elijah was pointing, and after identifying it carefully, he connected the half-collapsed small building with the former company headquarters.

Not daring to neglect, he immediately climbed towards the company headquarters with one foot high and one foot low. The distance of just a few hundred meters was more difficult to walk than ten kilometers. There were obstacles everywhere, including rubble, broken wooden beams, Broken furniture and even mangled, burning bodies.

All this made him involuntarily think of the scenes in hell described by the old pastor in his hometown. He didn't know what hell was before, but now he knows!

Soldiers were constantly running in and out in front of the half-collapsed small building. Some were busy rescuing the wounded, some were busy putting out fires, and some were messengers like Maxim. They report the situation of each position to the company commander so that the company commander can make decisions.

The company commander, Captain Lev Konstantinovich, was in a mess. Half of the beautiful golden curly hair on his head was burnt black, and the other half was also covered with dust. His originally straight military uniform was also covered with dust, blood, and spots. There were dots of charred holes. While listening to the report of the orderer, he calmly watched the military doctor dealing with the wounds on his thighs. A piece of wood as long as a baby's forearm was inserted into his thighs. It hurt even to look at it!

Maxim was so absorbed by the horrific injury that he stared at it so intently that he forgot his duty.

"Baby, it's your turn, come to your senses and tell me what's going on over there with old Elijah!"

Maxim came to his senses only after being pushed by the impatient division chief and quickly explained the situation. But his eyes still kept glancing at Lev Konstantinovich's wounds.

"Small injury!" Lev Konstantinovich said casually, "A solid bullet shattered my wooden window. Fortunately, it grazed my scalp and escaped through the wall. It caused me It’s a little troublesome, this damn Turkish wood is so weak, there are so many pieces!”