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Punishment Battalion. As the name suggests, this is an institution similar to labor reform. Its function and purpose is to gather soldiers in the Soviet Red Army who did not execute superior orders, retreated (escape) or had political problems, and let them perform the most dangerous combat tasks to achieve the purpose of clearing past mistakes.

Naturally, the punishment camp is definitely not a good place. Going to the punishment camp means that the most dangerous combat mission will be carried out, and its survival may be quite low. Being we're welcome, entering the punishment camp means that one foot has stepped into hell.

The armored train was rushed into an airtight truck, and the carriage was filled with all kinds of young faces, some were terrified, some were numb, and some were trembling. When he was kicked into the carriage by the nkvd soldier, the large iron door of the carriage was closed. Not only was it just a simple thing to close the door, but the door was also tied up tightly by iron chains and locks.

This made the air in the car extremely dull, with only a slender and narrow ventilation port, and you could see the situation outside through this gap. However, there was nothing good to look at. The car started quickly, and the overloaded Gith car jumped on the dirt road. In addition, the ventilation was not smooth, and the air in the car was simply disgusting.

In fact, someone was already vomiting, and a poor worm with motion sickness sprayed it out directly. What greeted him was a punch and kick. It can be seen that no one who entered the punishment camp was a good man.

The driver does not mean to be polite to the passengers. He always steps on the accelerator to the bottom. This makes the bumps even more violent, and the road is quite long. When he drives for a few breaths, he will stop only when he refuels.

However, if you park, the poor worms in the car could not get off the bus and breathe like passengers on the expressway in later generations, and they didn't even have the chance to go to the toilet. Soon the air in the car became even worse, and the smell of sweat and urine made the armored train vomit. It was not that no one tried to reason with the driver, but it was useless. Perhaps in the driver's opinion, the people in this car were not people, but gray animals in the Red Army, and he didn't need to care about the feelings of animals at all.

I drove and parked several times in a row. The armored train could vaguely reach the west through the air vent, which means that it was driving to the front line. However, he was already prepared for this, and the punishment camp must go to the front line. It was impossible for you to stay in the rear with delicious food and drink. But he wanted to know where to be sent.

One night passed like this, and the armored train realized for the first time what it was like to sleep while standing. They had not dripped in this day and night, and they should have been very hungry. However, the turbid air in the carriage eliminated their appetite. No one could eat even if there were delicacies in this environment.

The car started again, and the armored train could feel the driver driving more and more joyously, as if some monster was chasing him from behind. Soon, the armored train knew what kind of monster it was.

At nine in the morning, the low engine sound woke up the sleepy armored train due to lack of oxygen. Almost as he opened his eyes and looked outside, the unique roar of the aviation machine gun sounded.

The bullets hit the ground with dust, and the driver at the front of the car began to curse. The armored train would never forget the scene that happened next in their life. The prison car behind them was knocked straight into the field on the side of the road. The flames quickly rose and the entire car was caught. You can hear the people inside slapping the car unrestrainedly, or trying to break open the tightly locked door.

But this was useless. The driver and the co-pilot were both dead, and even if they were not dead, they could not use German fighter jets to rescue a group of already damn scum. The fire became bigger and bigger, and the entire carriage turned into a big torch. The armored train could hear shrill screams, and the sound was even more harsh than a horror movie.

At that moment, the armored train could feel a sense of cold air rushing from the heart of his feet to his head, and he was very suspicious that he would be burned down next.

The armored train was undoubtedly lucky. Soon, Jacques and Lager of the Red Army arrived at the scene. After a brief and fierce fire exchange, the German aircraft was driven away. At this time, only four of the ten prison cars left when they were on the road. Nearly two hundred people lost their lives before they actually arrived at the punishment camp. As for those who struggled but did not die, no one would pity them. It was considered kind to be the one who made up for a shot to end their suffering. Some of them wailed in pain and died slowly.

The drivers did not seem to be affected by the sudden air strikes. Soon the remaining four cars jumped and continued on the road again. Similar situations were too common for them who often traveled to and from this route. They already had an extremely powerful heart that was trained and could face all the tragedies calmly.

On the third day, when the carriage became even more smelly than a cesspool, the locked door was finally opened again, and then a rude voice started to curse: "Dog shit, this is more smelly than a scatter. Get out of my way, don't pretend to be dead, it's useless to pretend to be dead. It's all fucking fast, I'll kill you if I'll just be slow!"

The armored train rushed out of the carriage with the flow of people. Good guy, a two-and-a-half-ton gistruk had 50 people, which was also intoxicating.

Next is the so-called welcome ceremony. The lieutenant nkvd who was cursing and chatting just now started shouting with a tin horn: "Criminals, prisoners, listen to them all, and now convey to you the order No. 7 of the People's Committee and the Military Commission..."

This Order No. 7 is quite famous. Historically, Stalin personally gave instructions to eradicate the "retreat" sentiment in the Red Army. Any officers and political commissar who ordered the retreat without obtaining the orders of superiors shall be dismissed and sent to the military court for trial. It is also required that one to three punishment battalions be established in each front army to resettle the officers and political commissars (the corresponding soldiers and soldiers were sent to the Daisun Company).

After reading Order No. 7, under the watch of the NKVD soldiers carrying live ammunition, the armored train was sent to the front line like a sheep. Before entering the trenches, he assigned a Mosinna 0 rifle and five rounds of bullets.

"Your mission is to hold your position for at least one morning. Any act that does not obey orders will be sentenced to death... What questions do you have before the German devils come up?" asked the rude Lieutenant Nkvd jokingly.

The armored train looked at Mosinna's squint and his poor five bullets, and couldn't help asking: "There are too few bullets, and Mosinna's squirt is not easy to use..."

Lieutenant nkvd interrupted the question of the armored train with a burst of laughter. He laughed and said, "The gun is not easy to use, there are too few bullets, that's right! This is the effect you want!"

The armored train immediately understood what the other party meant. The Red Army did not have better weapons or sufficient ammunition. The reason for doing this was to prevent them from being punished by the officers who were punished. Compared with the submachine guns and semi-automatic rifles of NKVD, Mosinnagan and five rounds of bullets were definitely not able to match.

Soon someone asked a new question: "What should I do if the bullet is finished?"

Lieutenant nkvd laughed and said, "Come and ask me for it." He pointed to a location fifty meters away from the main position. There was indeed a lot of ammunition piled up there, but the weight this person wanted to express was not here, but: "But you better defeat the enemy and come back, otherwise, I can only think that you will escape in the battle again. Hehe, at that time I will execute Order No. 7 without any mercy!"

These words changed the faces of all the officers in the punishment camp, because this person's meaning was very clear, and there were only five bullets. The enemy must be repelled.

Soon, this guy had no interest in explaining more. He patted his butt and returned to his position: "Prepare the machine gun and aim at these miscellaneous groups. As long as they dare to run or surrender, they will be killed!"

"Is this an excessive?"

Lieutenant Nkvd sneered at this kind of magic: "It is already considered a mercy outside the law before shooting them directly. He just wants to kill the chicken to warn the monkeys, and he wants to shock those ghastly ghosts. How can he do without using iron-blooded means?"

The armored train never thought that it would fight under such unfavorable conditions, and it was almost like letting them die. At this time, he regretted it. If he had known that he would have been the first one today!

However, there was not much time to mourn the train, so the German army soon attacked. Let me introduce the situation on the battlefield a little, just to read the list of appearances before the football match began.

This is Karinkovic's frontier position. Opposite the armored train is the Third Armored Infantry Regiment belonging to the elite Nazi SS Empire. Compared with the elite Nazi bandits, the punishment battalion seemed too shabby. At that time, two No. 4 tanks were covering a platoon of Nazis and rushed over.

"Anti-tank gun!"

Lieutenant nkvd shouted, and the armored train heard a few cannon sounds from behind the position. Armored piercing shells roared towards the No. 4 tank, and then... Then there was nothing. One was that the distance was too far. At a distance of one thousand meters, the 45mm anti-tank gun could only tick the No. 4 tank, not to mention that most of the shells deviated from the target. In short, this round of artillery fire had no effect except for premature exposure of the anti-tank gun positions.

However, this effect is already very fatal. Although the anti-armored 75 gun of the No. 4 tank is not very powerful, it is still a good idea to support infantry. Grenades flew past the front of the armored train, causing the rebound gun position behind to mess up. Soon a 45mm anti-tank gun was destroyed, and the rest were also busy moving the position quickly.

This means that the punishment battalion can only rely on thin infantry firepower to fight tanks, but the worst is not here, because the fool who ordered the firing of the gun once again issued the wrong order: "Machine gun shooting! Fight hard!"

The armored train has the urge to curse. Which idiot is commanding the battle? How can the machine gun fire at this time? Even if he is an armored soldier and is not very good at infantry subjects, he knows that the machine gun position must not be exposed too early at this time, otherwise, the enemy's No. 4 tank will easily knock out their last firepower support, and it will be all over next!

"Don't shoot!"

The armored train shouted at the Maxim machine gun that was closest to him, but it was meaningless because he had forgotten his identity. He was no longer an officer. He could not even be a member of the Red Army. He was just a poor reform prisoner, and he could be shot even if he had a word of execution of the order.

"Open fire!"

Lieutenant nkvd affirmed his order again. The Maxi Tata's start shooting successfully caused such trouble for the Nazi infantry opposite. They quickly searched for cover and hid, and then ordered the No. 4 tank to pull the nails.

With a rumbling sound, the armored train watched the Maxim being blown into the sky, and the shooter and the deputy shooter were split into pieces. A few minutes later, when the last Maxim was also destroyed, the German infantry had no longer any worries and could charge boldly.

Of course, two legs are always not as fast as those with wheels. The first thing that strikes the armored train's position is the No. 4 tank. Their tracks bring balls of soil and quickly crush them. Any living object that tries to stop them will be ruthlessly destroyed.

But the lieutenant NKVD issued an order "orderly": "Anti-tank grenades and molten bottles are ready!"

It was the armored train's turn to be grateful. Fortunately, he took Mosinna when he was allocating weapons, otherwise he would have to face the enemy's tanks like these unlucky people. This pressure is not something that everyone can overcome. Except for a few people who rushed out with grenades and moor bottles, more people shrank their heads and dared not look up.

"Shameful waste!" Lieutenant nkvd shouted angrily, shouting "Supervisor team, come with me!"

After a crisp sound of loading, the lieutenant rushed to the front line with a few supervisors, shot a trembling poor worm indiscriminately, and shouted with his twisted and deformed face: "Did you see it? This is the end of being greedy for life and fear of death. The anti-tank hand attacks!"

Under the pressure of the supervising team, the anti-tank hand reluctantly jumped out of the trench, and then rushed over to the rumbled tank. This was an extremely tragic scene. Six out of ten people were killed within ten seconds after they jumped out of the trench. Only the lucky lucky one could successfully complete the bomb drop, and then put them in front of them with two paths: first, lying still, and then being killed by the German infantry following them; second, escaping back to the position, and might be killed at the moment of turning around.

Anyway, one-tenth of the people who were able to escape back to the trench in the end, and this lucky lucky man would collapse immediately, because the nkvd lieutenant first patted his shoulder: "It's good to do it, so it's decent!" Then he immediately changed the subject: "But, criminal citizen, you have not completed the mission, and the enemy's tank has not been eliminated, do it again!"

This can scare people, but it is necessary to do it again, because the order of the NKVD Lieutenant is very clear, and the position must be kept, which is no condition to say. Of course, it is impossible to just let the one or two lucky people attack, and some unlucky people will take on this task, such as armored trains.

At that time, Lieutenant Nkvd pointed to the armored train with a Tokarev pistol and ordered: "You, yes, even if you talk too much, you can go too, hurry!"

The armored train really wanted to cry. He just asked a question, why did he be "talking too much"? If he had known that it was the result, he would not have talked too much. Now it left a deep impression on this bastard and could not even escape.

No matter who it is, as long as it is gunned, he will do whatever he does. The armored train honestly threw Mosinna away and picked up two anti-tank grenades. This thing is very heavy, and it is difficult for ordinary people to get one, but the armored train thinks it is necessary to get two.

Why? Everyone has seen the situation just now. As long as the enemy's tank is still there, they must launch meat bomb attacks again and again. He doesn't want a grenade to be thrown into a desperate situation and run back again. If he wants to survive, he must avoid such a painful situation.

The actions of the armored train made the NKVD lieutenant look at him more. It was obvious that the lieutenant also discovered that this was a smart man, but only geniuses could complete the task and come back alive.

The second assault began. Compared with the last time, the more favorable situation is that the tank is closer and does not need to be exposed to the enemy's firepower for a long time, which increases the chance of survival. It is just that the situation is the same dangerous. For example, the lucky man who came back alive was covered in his face by a bullet after leaping out of the trench for the second time and his head was blown out.

To be honest, being directly shot on the battlefield is a more comfortable way to die. The pain is short and you don’t have to suffer, while others die more painfully, such as being beaten and burned to death by a moor bottle, being bombarded by half of your body at your feet, and being crushed to death by a tank. In short, the pain of death on the battlefield is endless, it depends on whether your son is enough to carry it.

Of course, if you want to survive on a cruel battlefield, it is not enough to have luck. Luck and character are the same thing. If you use one less, you will still be dead when you use it. All the soldiers who have survived through many battles have accumulated rich combat experience before their character is defeated and mastered a set of ways to avoid death.

For example, he is very smart when an armored train. As an armored soldier, he knows very well what the weakness of the tank is. He must not rush towards the tank foolishly, that is a tragic death. He should reasonably use tank members to observe blind spots and advance in detours.

The armored train held two anti-tank grenades, tried to lower its body as much as possible and leaped forward with the cover of the terrain reasonably. While running and observing, when the German tank's attention was completely attracted by the inmates who charged with heads raised, he had successfully gone to the side. At this time, looking at the enemy tanks that were close to him, the armored trainer was full of sweat. Whether to live or die was here! (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!