USSR 1991

"Yes, I'm going to get ready to flee, what's wrong?" Since he couldn't pretend anymore, Mashkov simply told Valentin the truth, "Moscow only asks us to stick to our positions until the last person, He also said that reinforcements will arrive soon. When is soon? Comrade Valentin? One day, two days, or a week? By then our heads will be cut off and hung on trees by the Chechens who rushed in. Don't forget How they treated those Grozny soldiers who were unwilling to surrender!"

"But you are a soldier! It is the duty of a soldier to obey orders!" Valentin scolded angrily. At this moment, he felt that Mashkov had completely ruined the reputation of the Red Army, like the most filthy villain in the movie.

"Are you kidding?" Mashkov snorted coldly, "I tell you, Comrade Valentin, what communism, what long live the Soviets are bullshit, the truth is to live first, shouting all day to fight for ideals ? It's just a fool's dream, bah."

Mashkov spat on the ground, stepped on it with his boots and moved around, severely ruining the things he swore to protect on the ground.

Valentin took a deep breath, and he calmly said to Mashkov, "Do you know what the political commissar's greatest duty was during the Great Patriotic War?"

"How do I know, and I don't want to know. You can stay here if you want, I'll go first." Mashkov turned around to pick up the coat hanging on the hanger, Valentin stood behind him, directly Pulled out a pistol and shot him in the back of the head.

"Bang." A sharp gunshot tore through the tranquility of the base. A bullet pierced a bloody hole in Mashkov's head, and the splashed blood clots stained the portrait of Lenin hanging on the wall red.

"The political commissar's greatest duty is to shoot and kill those cowards who run away." Valentin stared at Mashkov's dying face and said to himself.At this time, the door suddenly opened, and Mashkov's guards rushed in. They saw Major Mashkov lying on the ground, and Valentin's political commissar with a murderous look on his face, and they didn't know what to do.

"Comrade Mashkov tried to leave without authorization, and I have already killed him. Who wants to be next?" Valentin's decisive appearance on the sofa made everyone subconsciously take a step back.

"No one wants to escape? Very good, then you guys hurry back to your post and guard it for me." Valentin walked out angrily, and the guards consciously avoided a path. Before going out, Valentin Jing said to one of them, "By the way, clean up the corpse in the house, I don't want to see this person."

"Yes." Facing Valentin's daunting eyes, the guard almost took a lot of effort to say this word.

Just as Valentin was about to reach the gate of the base, a soldier suddenly rushed in and said out of breath, "Valentin Political Commissar, it's not good. Those Chechens organized another wave of more violent attacks."

Just after saying these words, a huge explosion sound came in from the window, and the whole base was shaken by the huge explosion. Half of the glass outside the window was shattered, and the fragments fell to the ground next to the wall. soldiers.

"Calm down, go back to your position, young man." Valentin patted the young man's stunned face, gave him an order, and then took a Kalashnikov rifle from the soldier beside him. The soldier behind who was about to rush out of the bunker of the underground base said, "Come with me, soldiers. You must defend the base tonight, and the reinforcements will arrive tomorrow. The final victory will definitely belong to us!"

After that earth-shattering explosion, the position fell silent again.

Without any artillery and air support, this army relied on steel will to stop the Chechen militants rushing up.All in the trenches, with magazines ready, loaded, and bayonets for hand-to-hand combat.They stared at the barbed wire fence in front of them, and at the gradually dense figures in the field outside the birch forest.

Before dawn, the midnight here is eerily silent.

All lay down in the snow in white camouflage uniforms, holding their breath as they waited for the Chechen militants to come within range of the bullets.They have forgotten what fear is, and only have firm belief, the heroism of never retreating, and the determination to fight this land to the death.

"Soviet never say die!"

The encouragement of the political commissar lingered in the ears of every soldier and lasted for a long time.

"Kill them!"

The soldiers ambushing in the birch forest suddenly stood up shouting, and while the militants were briefly panicked, they pulled the trigger on the incoming enemy.Kalashnikov rifles spray flames uninterruptedly, mercilessly harvesting the lives of those militants.

"Ula!"

Chapter 1 Katyusha and Birch Forest (3)

Armed Chechens with bombs all over their bodies shouted loudly, long live freedom, and rushed to the Soviet army's position. After paying the price of more than a dozen lives in the first tentative charge, they finally found a way to crack the Soviet army's camp. Human bombs attack.Anyway, their number is several times that of the Soviet defenders. If they can break through the impenetrable front of the Soviet army at the cost of one person's life, it might not be a bad choice.

The Chechen militants who charged for the first time also generally figured out the layout of the Soviet army.In the southeast direction of the base, the Soviet army's position is the most heavily defended, and it is likely to need to be filled with people to break through the obstacles, while the white birch forest in the southwest direction is the weakest guarded place, which can be used as a breakthrough to tear the front line.

So the suicide militants held the remote control and ran towards the Soviet army in the southeast direction. The armed men behind organized a feint attack in an attempt to attract the firepower of the Soviet army, and then took advantage of the cover of night to break through the birch forest on the southwestern defense line. The Soviet defense line, advance to the base, and kill these communists.

However, Comrade Valentin had expected this a long time ago. When the militants were defeated, he ordered the soldiers to deploy MON-50 directional mines, which are imitation Kramer mines, at the forefront of the birch forest. One more step, and there will be a series of mine-triggered tripwires waiting for these Chechens.

Snipers were also ambushed in the birch forest. After choosing a favorable position, they quietly hid behind the tree trunks, waiting for the enemy's arrival.The task given by Valentin was that without his order, no matter how fierce the fighting in the southeast was, they were not allowed to leave the birch forest.

Since the first human bomb was detonated in front of the position, it seemed that the jade smashing charge shouting Long Live His Majesty the Emperor in the 1939 Nomenkan Battle had once again appeared in front of the Soviet army.

The militants strapped with bombs kept rushing forward, and they kept falling down in the snow under the machine gun fire, but each time they attacked, the distance they fell slowly narrowed.As long as one person rushes to the front of the position and presses the button, Chechnya can break through the Soviet defense line.

At the same time, with the explosion of anti-personnel directional mines in the birch forest, the fierce battle on the southwestern defense line finally began.Chechen militants who were excited at this time may not know that this place will become their "Grozny Meat Grinder".

The young soldiers kept pulling the trigger, and the flames sprayed made the Chechen armed personnel rushing to the front fall to the ground. The Chechen armed personnel who triggered the trip wire of the landmine from time to time were blown into a sieve. More than 4000 steel balls and The direction of 60° flies to those who are still rushing forward.

"Damn it, give me a magazine." The comrade next to Ivanov just returned the empty magazine, and before he put a new magazine on the overheated barrel, a stray bullet hit the the left side of his cheek.

He didn't make any sound, and just fell silently in front of Ivanov, holding the empty magazine tightly before he died. The blood was left on the white snow, stained A piece of scarlet.

"Military doctor! Someone here is injured! Help is needed!" Ivanov wanted to call for help, but no one around him was free to answer him. The Chechens kept charging, and they even felt that it was time to change the magazine Very luxurious.

The snipers hurriedly knocked down every soldier carrying an RPG rocket launcher. Even the military doctor had already picked up his rifle and went to the battlefield. There was no one free in the entire base. There will be reinforcements coming to relieve the siege, and they can go home.It is precisely because of this thought that these people will continue to fight desperately.

It's just that these people still don't know that the so-called dawn rescue is just a white lie fabricated by Comrade Valentin in order to stabilize the morale of the army.

Ivanov covered the bloody face of his comrade-in-arms with a hat, then raised his gun and continued to shoot. After getting used to seeing the corpses of his comrades-in-arms and numb to death, a person will become a real killing machine. It is obvious that these A young man who has just experienced the baptism of war is becoming a qualified soldier.

The suicide attack in Chechnya finally had a breakthrough. After a loud noise that shocked everyone, all the armored vehicles and machine gun positions of the Soviet army were destroyed, and a hole was torn in the first line of defense of the Soviet army. The militants in the trenches that generally poured forward engaged in hand-to-hand combat.

In order to smash the opponent's skull, gun stocks, bayonets, and even grenades were used.The sharp military thorn cut open the militant's stomach, leaving blood all over the place.The enemy's bullet shot into the young soldier's chest, and he fell slowly, holding the bayonet tightly before dying, with five fingers deeply clenched in the soil.

The outnumbered Soviet defenders were wiped out before they even had time to evacuate. When the militants thrust their bayonets into the stomach of the last Soviet soldier, the soldiers hugged the Chechens tightly, rang the grenades hanging on their shoulders, and then I closed my eyes.

"Long live the Soviets!"

A burst of flame pierced the darkness of the night, and the soldier used a grenade to die together with four or five militants around him. Using such a tragic and tragic way, bought time for the second line of defense to prepare.

The second line of defense was stronger. The concrete bunkers and high walls were enough to stop the charge of any militants. After leaving corpses all over the ground and bullet holes on the walls, the Chechens who failed to capture the line of defense were angry again. Unyielding, he chose to evacuate temporarily.

After hearing the news of the retreat of the Chechens, Valentin's political commissar was finally temporarily relieved, but he did not let go of his hanging heart, because next time, they might not have a chance.He looked at the map of the distribution of the army and muttered to himself, "It seems that the next attack will be the last one. If we hold on until dawn, our entire army will be wiped out."

In the end, a lie, even Valentin himself believed that the Soviet army would come to support at dawn.

He silently closed the map, then turned his head and said to the guard beside him, "Do it, the time for the final battle has come. Burn all the documents in the office, and you don't have to guard this place anymore, it will be destroyed soon, so All of you go to the front line of the battlefield." Valentin took a last look at the room that had been with him for more than half a year, picked up the Kalashnikov rifle that was put aside, put on his helmet and walked out the door.

The walls of the bunker had already begun to peel off, and the dust fell down amidst the constant roar, making Comrade Valentin ashamed, but he walked firmly towards the gate.Because he is also going to the front line, to fight the final battle with the young soldiers who get along day and night.

"I am a party member, ready to sacrifice at any time."

Valentin has been carrying out his promise from beginning to end, appearing on the front line at the moment when the motherland is most in danger.

He stuffed the magazine into the ammunition bag, and then opened the heavy iron door. The black night sky outside was ignited by flares, and the firepower net formed by the tracer bullets formed dazzling colors like flying fireflies.He raised the rifle in his hand and said to the soldiers who kept rushing forward.

"Comrades, even if our Soviet army fights to the last man, we will never retreat or surrender!"

Chapter 1 Katyusha and Birch Forest (4)

The fierce battle slowly cooled down in the bitter cold wind in the second half of the night. Every inch of the land in front was filled with corpses, some of our own and some of our enemies. The blood dyed the original pure white world. Shocking dark red.

The soldiers leaned their backs against the wall, huddling their heads tightly inside their woolen coats. They held their guns and were a little tired but never dared to fall asleep. The enemy would always launch an attack when they were most tired, and the attack predicted by Comrade Valentin The time is four o'clock in the morning.No one doubted Comrade Valentin's judgment, because that was the most tiring moment for them.

After counting the number of people, there are only half of the more than 100 people in the base, including ten seriously injured soldiers, lying in the bunker after a simple bandage, waiting for death with a sigh of relief.There will be no more military doctors to treat them, because half an hour ago, the last military doctor died on the battlefield.

Valentin's political commissar was patrolling these patients, and everyone looked at him with complicated eyes, which made Valentin feel like he was behind him.He walked up to a soldier who had lost a lot of blood, squatted down and held his hand, trying to comfort the dying wounded.Seeing Valentin, the soldier whose chest was dyed red regained his spirit. He held onto Valentin's sleeve tightly and said, "Commissar, won't someone come to rescue us? The motherland has forgotten us, right?" ?"

"No, child, the motherland has not forgotten us. As long as we persevere until dawn, reinforcements will arrive." Valentin said sadly, "You must persevere, and we can all go home."

"That's good. I want to... go home. I'm too tired. I want to sleep for a while, and I'll be fine in a while." The soldier murmured intermittently, and with his last breath, he gave the political commissar a look.Valentin turned his head and saw a letter beside the soldier. He coughed up a mouthful of blood and said weakly, "If I...really, I can't go back, please... the political commissar take it and give it to me Yes, ahem, my mother."