Chapter 294 Call for Help

The next day, the brutal fighting continued.

Shulka felt that his body no longer belonged to him. He just mechanically avoided the shells in the trench, leaned out of the trench and pulled the trigger again and again to knock down the enemy.

The soldiers don't even need his orders, they know what they should do, and even know when they should die with the enemy's tanks holding the explosive pack.

All were engaged in a wild bloody battle, shells exploding, shrapnel and bullets constantly harvesting the attacking enemies, tearing apart the flesh of the living and the dead.

Sometimes Shulka couldn't help thinking about some questions:

How could human beings withstand such a brutal battle?

Where is the hiding place in such a hell?

Every life here has experienced more than ten or twenty years of growth. Could it be that these growths are here to meet a bullet?

Of course there are no answers to these questions.

Shulka only knew that all the people here, whether they were enemies or their own people, had killing intent, hatred, and a machine-like coldness in their eyes.

A few shells exploded on the edge of the trench. Shulka catted his lower body and then habitually maneuvered along the trench. He knew that his position had been targeted by the enemy.

While running, Shulka was suddenly pulled back. It turned out that a wounded man held him.

After a closer look, it was Larinovich... the soldier who returned to the army after being injured by a landmine in Kyiv.

"Comrade Company Commander!" Larinovich yelled in panic, "Help me, save me..."

Shulka leaned out to shoot a bullet, and observed his injury while changing the ammunition. His two legs were broken by the shell, and his body was full of wounds. At this time, he was trying hard to use bandages and clothes Sleeve bandaged his broken leg to stop the bleeding.

Shulka couldn't help being shocked by the young man's desire to survive. Under such severe pain, he still had the strength to do this. At the last moment, he grabbed Shulka and hoped to save his life... Maybe he had habitually held Shulka Erka as his savior, thinking that Shurka could save him like last time.

But Shulka knew that this was meaningless. No one could survive such an injury unless it was operated on immediately in the hospital.

"Sorry, Larinovich!" Schur snapped, and then ripped away Larinovich's hand from his pant leg.

"Comrade Company Commander, Comrade Company Commander..." Larinovich shouted anxiously.

Or maybe he wasn't shouting, it was just the sound echoing in Shulka's head, because Shulka found that he could still hear it even when the shells exploded around him.

Shulka will never forget the disappointment in Larinovich's eyes, or the despair, from hope to despair.

But Shulka couldn't stop to help him, he couldn't waste time for a wounded man who was sure to die, otherwise the entire defense line might be broken through by the enemy due to a fire gap.

Shulka yelled and fired bullets at the enemy.

He didn't know why he did it.

Is it to drive away the fear in my heart?

Is it to avoid Larinovich's eyes?

Is it to hide the guilt towards him?

Maybe all three.

Shulka wanted to drop the gun and cry aloud, but he couldn't,

He had to keep fighting, stepping on the corpses of his comrades, drawing grenades and bullets from them.

The fighting finally stopped, and the German army once again dropped a large number of corpses and retreated from the front of the position.

Shulka was stunned for a while, and then frantically ran to Larinovich's position.

Lying in the trench, he leaned against the trench wall. He seemed to have accepted his fate. He took out a horse box cigarette from his arms and prepared to roll one for himself, but he couldn't even do this...he was powerless Opening the lid of the horse box, the appearance of struggling is his last posture.

Shulka silently took the horse box from his hand, opened it, took the newspaper and carefully rolled one, lit it in his mouth, and then stuffed it into Larinovich's mouth.

"It's not your fault, Comrade Shulka!" The instructor understood what was going on, and he was not far from Shulka.

Shulka didn't answer, just sat beside Larinovich in a daze.

Shulka may be right for the troops, but not for Larinovic.

"We have thirty-one left!" Pukarev reported. "More than half of them are wounded!"

The "injury" mentioned here does not refer to minor injuries, but injuries that will affect the battle to varying degrees.

Shulka nodded.

The instructor handed Shulka a cigarette and said, "Have you heard? The one next to us will stand..."

"Yeah!" Shulka nodded.

Rendezvous station is the station where trains give way to each other on the railway, and it is a place that plays the role of train dispatching.

"A platoon of 28 people!" said the instructor: "They blocked the charge of 20 German tanks and at least two companies of German infantry for four hours!"

28 Warriors?

Shulka has heard about this incident in modern times, and a famous saying passed down to later generations is a sentence that the instructor Klochkov shouted before his sacrifice: "The great Soviet Union has a vast land, but there is no way back. It's Moscow!"

"What are you trying to tell me?" Shulka asked back, "Getting us ready to be heroes?"

"Do we have any other options?" the instructor asked back.

True, Shulka had no choice, and neither had the instructor or anyone else.

Shulka can even understand why not retreat.

Shulka is someone who has experienced it, and he can look at this battlefield from a historical perspective, so he knows very well that the Germans' offensive is too late to reach Moscow, or even if they hit Moscow, they will not be able to occupy it.

But Rokossovsky doesn't know, Major Gavrilov doesn't know, Zhukov doesn't know...

Because they didn't know, they could only hold back the enemy's attack on the front line, without taking a step back.

And what can Shulka do?

Tell them that the Germans are weak? Or tell them that a cold snap is coming soon?

No, doing so would either be seen as a lunatic by them, or it would be seen as an excuse to fight and run away.

So Shulka could only stay at the front line, watching his comrades fall one by one, watching death approaching him step by step.

"Do you know what my last wish is?" The instructor leaned on the trench wall and raised his head and exhaled smoke: "There is a lake two miles away from here. I used to swim there often. I really hope I can swim there again, but it's a pity. It's frozen..."

"There is a lake behind us?" Shulka couldn't help but widen his eyes when he heard this.

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