Chu Sinan suddenly had an impulse in his heart. He wanted to jump up from the ground and pull the young man who was a short distance into the forest, but God did not give him a chance. Just as he was about to get up, another bullet hit the young man's sideways.

With a muffled "bang", the young man's head was blown in half. The part that went upwards from his ears flew up in the air with a splash of plasma, falling into Chu Sinan without any hesitation. The warm brain mass of yellow, white and red splashed his head and face.

"Puchi!" The body with half of the brain fell to the ground. Chu Sinan clearly saw that the palm holding half of the bread was still twitching violently and shaking.

Chu Sinan was stunned, lying quietly on the ground, motionless. The roar of mg42 continued, and it was getting closer, but he seemed to be unable to hear anything, just staring at the half-blooded head in front of him.

At this time, Chu Sinan had only one thought in his mind, that is, why the captain always emphasized to him and his comrades repeatedly: "Don't think that you are special forces soldiers, you are really the so-called elites. You have never been on the real battlefield and have not been baptized by blood and fire, you will always be new recruits!"

"You are always recruits without the baptism of blood and fire!"

"It's always a recruit!"

...

The sound echoed in Chu Sinan's heart over and over again, so clear and loud.

"Hmm!" A painful cry from his side woke Chu Sinan from his obsession. Perhaps the bloody scene just now gave him a little stimulation, so the painful cry sounded much more than those gunshots.

Chu Sinan realized what danger he was facing. He could even hear the sound of the armored vehicles crushing stones as they marched. He turned his head suddenly and found that in the woods behind him, there were corpses lying all over the ground. Although these poor Su soldiers escaped into the woods by chance, they did not escape the bullets. What made Chu Sinan feel unfortunate was that Suchekov also fell beside him, covering his neck with one hand, and blood was constantly flowing out from his fingers, sprinkling on the ground covered with grass and wood chips.

"Bapa," two more bullets came and hit the trunk of the tree beside Chu Sinan. The wood chips that were thrusting down and fell on his head.

After gritting his teeth, Chu Sinancao got up and rushed to Suchekov not far away. He dragged his legs and pulled it deep into the forest. The corpse that was not encountered in the forest blocked his way forward. In desperation, he could only risk being hit by a stray bullet and ran forward, carrying Suchekov's taller body to his back, and then ran to the forest for a moment.

"Comrade Chu...Comrade Chu," Suchekov on his back gasped, "You...let go... let go... let me..."

Suchekov's speech was strange and rapid. He almost said a few words, and he had to stop and drink and breathe, just like an asthma patient who had been sick for many years. Chu Sinan ran down and knew that Suchekov's trachea must have been penetrated by a bullet. Under the current circumstances, he would definitely not be able to survive. However, as a soldier, Chu Sinan's resilience requires him not to leave the dying person behind, for nothing else, just because he is now his comrade-in-arms.

The previous cross-country training with load-bearing was amazing at this time. He carried two submachine guns and carried a living person on his back. However, the steps under Chu Sinan did not seem difficult at all. He interspersed back and forth between the trunks of the forest, and while rushing, he also avoided the whistling bullets behind him.

Once upon a time, the gunshots behind him gradually became sparse, and Chu Sinan also heard footsteps following him. He slowly stopped and carefully lowered Suchekov on his back beside a thick tree. Several Su soldiers who followed him and who also survived the misfortune just now rushed forward and helped him help Suchekov to sit under the tree.

"Ahem..."

With a violent cough, Suchekov, who had just fainted, opened his eyes with blood bubbles in his mouth. He stared at Chu Sinan squatting in front of him in a daze. After a while, he suddenly struggled to raise his arms and touch his shirt pocket.

A Soviet soldier saw his meaning and hurriedly stepped forward and took out something from his shirt pocket for him. It was the military map that Chu Sinan had just seen not long ago.

"Comrade Chu..." Suchekov said intermittently with a rapid breath like asthma, "I... I'm afraid I can't do it anymore. Now I'm... now with the Northwest Front Army, the 11th Group Army... the 103rd Division, the 4th Regiment, the 3rd Company... the instructor, the captain... the captain, temporarily... the temporary appointment to lead this team..."

Suchekov said so much in one breath, his breath weakened significantly, and his rapid and undulating chest began to calm down. He finally pointed to the military map, and at the same time, his godless eyes stared at Chu Sinan tightly, as if waiting for him to say something.

Chu Sinan knew what he meant, and reached out to take the map from the soldiers beside him and covered his chest with force. He told Suchekov that the map would be with him and would never fall into the hands of the Germans - unless his heart stopped beating. Although Chu Sinan knew that under the current circumstances, this military defense map was useless, he still guaranteed Suchekov that he would not do anything else, just to satisfy his wish before his death.

Seeing Chu Sinan's movements, Suchekov's face showed a gratified smile. He held his neck tightly and slowly lowered his hand, revealing a bloody wound under his palm. It was a hole, and the burnt hole was twisted around him, which made people feel heart-wrenching at first glance.

He leaned quietly on the tree trunk, his pale lips tremblingly, as if he was muttering something silently. Every hole in his mouth, a blood bubble would blow from the shocking wound.

Chu Sinan could hear what he was saying, and in his intermittent voice, he was clearly saying: "Long live the Soviet regime, long live Comrade Stalin..."

Suchekov's voice became smaller and smaller, blurry, and eventually disappeared. Only the German gunshots were gradually approaching.

Chu Sinan slowly stood up, and he stared at Suchekov, who had lost his last trace of vitality, firmly raised his right hand and saluted him a standard military salute. Although the Soviet captain did not have any military talents, could not distinguish the objective situation on the battlefield, and was a little bit overwhelming and unrealistic, before his death, he at least acted like a soldier, no, not like, he was a soldier, a real soldier.
Chapter completed!