"You said this is a highway?" A recruit asked, looking at the road pointing to the distance and turning his head.

The veteran who showed him the way looked awkward, but he could only nod and said, "Yes, it is indeed a highway...at least, there was a highway here in the past."

This highway can no longer see its original appearance, because it has been blown into a state that is no different from the surface of Mars.

The German army's Northern Army Group had attacked less than 20 kilometers from the north, and the German army's G cluster had also captured the surrounding area of ​​Redkach, which was also less than 20 kilometers from here.

Artillery on both sides can attack this highway. With the bombing of the Luftwaffe, the highway, which is not far from Moscow, has been completely erased from the map.

"Carry your own things! Check your own things!" With your hands behind your back, the Soviet officer in the distance was shouting his orders loudly.

The recruit helplessly picked up his backpack from the ground and began to look at the various items inside: a total of 150 7.62mm caliber rifle bullets.

These rifles and bullets were quite heavy, and the infantryman's own weapons and various daily necessities were actually overloaded.

If you carry these things on your back, you can basically not run and dodge. He can only grit his teeth and move forward step by step with the weight.

The good news is that almost all the soldiers around him are in similar condition as him. Some are carrying two heavy shells on their backs, while others are carrying food for several days.

Everyone carried a lot of load-bearing to bring more supplies to Moscow city to provide the increasingly severe supply situation in the city.

The German troops blockade has been around since the beginning, but it has become increasingly tighter as time goes by. Now, almost every 100 bullets in Moscow city are lost, the life of a soldier will be lost.

At this time, the German army would shell the road from time to time and often drop large amounts of bombs in these places.

The key is that many Soviet soldiers felt a sense of desolation when they looked at the so-called road in front of them with craters as if they were on the surface of the moon.

There were countless soldiers lying on this road in front of me, some of which were already incomplete, and some had just fallen down not long ago.

"Are the Germans crazy? They have so many shells hitting this place?" The recruits carried their backpack behind them, and a heavy feeling suddenly came.

All the soldiers around him were carrying backpacks and preparing to march forward. The task of these Soviet troops was to pass through this blocked road at the fastest speed.

"Comrades! Comrades! We must carry forward the spirit of daring to sacrifice and send the supplies that Moscow needs the most!" A political commissar was standing on a high place and shouting loudly to his soldiers.

On the other side, the female soldiers of the Soviet art troupe standing in a row were raising their chins and singing beautiful melodies.

"Get up, a huge country, fight to the death!" Although they only have women, the sounds singing in their throats seemed extremely powerful.

"We must destroy the evil forces of fascism and eliminate all evil bandits! Let the noble anger roll like waves!" The singing inspires the Soviet soldiers passing by them.

This is a nation that loves music and a nation that advocates combat. Inspired by the singing, the originally sluggish morale is being cheered up again.

"Carry a war for the people! A sacred war!" Just as they sang, for the Russian people, this is a sacred war, a war for the country!

"Let the noble anger roll like waves! Carry out the war of the people! The sacred war!" They stood on a mound on the side of the road. Although they had no weapons, they stood straight and firm like soldiers.

A young Soviet soldier stood at the feet of these girls in the art troupe with two heavy shells on his back, looking up at the beautiful girls singing.

There was a hint of expectation in his eyes, as pure as a star. This was the first time he saw such a beautiful girl, and he dared to swear to the sky.

"The people of the whole country are vigorously fighting back against the executioner! Fight back against the tyrannical plunderers and man-eating beasts!" The girls of the art troupe did not see soldiers watching them at their feet, or they were used to being watched.

These girls still held their heads with their fullest spirit and showed their most beautiful appearance: "Let the noble anger roll like waves! Carry out the war of the people! The sacred war!"

A reporter who accompanied the army picked up a camera made from Germany, aimed at this beautiful set of scenery, and pressed his shutter.

"Don't let evil wings fly into our borders, the broad fields of the motherland, and the enemy will not let the enemy ravage!" The girls were still singing constantly, and soldiers were still passing by one after another in front of them.

From here, they rushed to the battlefield right in front of them, preparing to complete the first formal and practical task when they joined the army.

"Let the noble anger roll like waves! Carry out the people's war! The sacred war!" The melody is still continuous, and the military band behind the girls are also playing continuously.

This is the last line of this song. It stops when it plays here and the song stops.

Although they don’t have to sacrifice their lives on the battlefield, they are also doing their best for their motherland.

After a few seconds of pause, the music echoed again, as if it was a replay, and the soldiers of the military band began to play the instruments in their hands again.

Over and over again, tirelessly, the soldiers of the art troupe repeated the song that had just been created: "The decaying fascist demon, be careful of your head! Prepare the coffin for the unworthy descendants of mankind!"

The Soviet soldiers sitting on the ammunition box stopped smoking and let the ashes fall on their boots without even realizing it.

They listened to the inspiring song, over and over again, without applause or cheer, but everyone knew that they had let the song fly into their hearts.

"What's the name of this song?" A young soldier holding a weapon asked the person around him: "I've never heard such a good song."

"Oh, this song... "The Holy War"!" The people around him replied: "If you like it, listen to it a few more times... There is no such good song over there."

The person who answered the question looked at the black smoke rising from a distance, as if burning Moscow. Even he himself didn't know whether the "over there" he said refers to Moscow over there or the paradise over there... ——
Chapter completed!