Next to the Soviet army who was hit by a bullet, the others fell down in a mess, and most of them had no chance of standing up again...

Just a few minutes after the Soviet army began a new round of counterattack, another round of German suppression bombardment began naturally.

This time the German army showed no mercy. A heart-wrenching shelling defeated the Soviet army and retreated in a mess to the place where they set out.

They even had to give up some positions very close to the German army, because the defeated Soviet army did not have the courage to return to those terrible places.

Several Soviet soldiers ran across the low wall with their weapons. They held their helmets and used their fragmented steps to avoid the rubble scattered on the ground.

"The Germans fought back! There were their tanks on the street to the left!" A Soviet soldier shouted loudly while running.

This sentence made everyone hesitate for a moment. They couldn't believe that after a long preparation, the German attack began without warning.

Wasn't it just my own counterattack? Why did it turn into a German attack in an instant?

The Soviet recruits who had just gotten up from the ground stared blankly at the defeated soldiers in front of them like a tide.

He touched the helmet on his head with his hand, and then quickly ran backwards with the defeated friendly forces.

If he runs slowly, he might be hit by the German bullets flying behind him, so he must be fast, faster than when he attacks!

A bullet suddenly hit the comrade next to him. The huge inertia made the soldier stagger forward for a few meters before falling to the ground. Blood oozed out of his chest and dyed the nearby ground red.

He wailed and screamed, constantly struggling on the ground, trying to move his already heavy body.

The Soviet recruit bent down and wanted to reach out to help, drag the wounded back behind the low wall he had just hid before the attack.

But he hesitated and struggled for a while, and in the end he didn't have the courage to risk being hit and drag his comrades back to a safe place.

After all, even if you just extend a helping hand in the rain of bullets, it takes extraordinary courage.

In just one second, the recruit who wanted to save the person no longer had to struggle in his heart, because he had already run past the injured person and had no chance to reach out.

In fact, there is really no need to rescue him, because the Soviet army had no medicine for a long time, so they went to rescue the person who was shot.

Even if the person is dragged back to the field hospital, the wounded will die due to excessive bleeding, almost the wounded will die. This is also a disaster caused by the Soviet army's lack of medicine.

Finally, the recruit finally ran back to the position he set out. When he moved forward, he thought he rushed forward at least a hundred meters, but when he ran away, he found that it was only a few dozen meters away.

And this distance of dozens of meters also made him feel like a long road when he ran back.

The bullets whizzed past each other, and the experience was really horrifying. In order to end this horror, the Soviet recruit rushed into the back of the low wall and leaned against the low wall and gasped.

I don't know if it was due to excessive secretion of adrenaline or for some other reason, he pulled the bolt and slowly pushed a bullet into the chamber.

While loading his rifle bullets, he poked his head out of the corner to observe the bloody scenes on the entire battlefield.

On the other side of the street, he saw several Soviet soldiers being driven out of the trench by a German tank. They ran back frantically, but were swept to the ground by a machine gun with flames sprayed on the tank body.

That was the first time he saw the German tank so close, and it was also the first time he felt the shock and pressure brought by the huge body of the steel monster.

He saw some German soldiers wearing camouflage hoodies jump into the Soviet trenches and occupy one Soviet position after another.

This was also the first time he saw German soldiers. There was nothing special about them. The Germans kept their bodies as low as possible and looked very embarrassed.

He picked up the rifle in his hand and aimed at a German soldier following behind the tank. He closed his eyes and held his breath.

His fingers pulled the trigger, and a huge impact force made his rifle raise high.

Bullets flew out and treated them equally. As the gunshots rang out, a German soldier fell down in the distance, without any distinction.

This was the first time he shot on the battlefield. The pain in his shoulder reminded him a little of the environment he was in. The feeling of fear finally returned to his body.

The courage just now had long dissipated, and I felt my legs trembling. Now the Soviet recruit was reluctant to stand up and run away.

He had to pull away his gun bolt again and load the bullet again. He calmed down his emotions before turning around and preparing to leave the hiding wall.

It seemed that he had discovered his location, and the German bullets hit the low wall and splashed a piece of dust.

The bullet hit the wall and made a crackling sound. I couldn't hear the sound of a machine gun shooting or the bullets fired from the assault rifle.

A Soviet soldier ran over, ran past the low wall, and then fell into the rain of bullets.

Bypassing the German shooting angle, the recruit kept running, as if behind him, there was a monster with a bloody mouth open and was about to devour him.

And as he ran, the Germans occupied a new neighborhood and controlled more places in Kharkov.

The Germans are less than one kilometer away from the center of Kharkov, and the Germans are no longer far away from the complete occupation of this city.

In the face of absolute power, the Soviet defenders, who had no reinforcements outside and no food inside, did not last long. They tried to hold on in the ruins, but in the end they failed.

Seven Soviet infantry divisions were annihilated by the Germans here, most of the Soviet soldiers surrendered, and about 30,000 people were killed in street battles.

The German army also paid a lot of money, with more than 7,000 soldiers killed and killed in street battles, but they completed the offensive mission and captured Kharkov as soon as possible.

Because this city was used as a support for wintering, the German army attacked very fiercely, and they were somewhat willing to spend all their money.

On October 15, Guderian's army group B under the jurisdiction of the infantry troops and captured Kharkov.
Chapter completed!