Chapter 776: Out

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"Merge the troops that can be found and let them gather behind the east line of defense! Let the two battalions of the Marines act together! Give them enough ammunition. Arrange, I will lead the team personally." Khrushchev After figured it out, immediately stood up. After he gave the order, he waited for everyone to leave his house, walked behind the desk, and opened the large horizontal drawer.
Inside was a beautifully crafted box. After opening, it was a pistol with a carved pattern, or it was Stalin who rewarded him when Khrushchev removed Yezhov during the great cleaning. The pistol was placed in the groove alone, next to the magazine and a row of bullets.
He pulled the magazine out of the groove, then picked up a bullet from the box, clumsily inserted the bullet into the magazine, and then repeated the action, picked up the second bullet, and then inserted it into the magazine. Probably because it hasn't been fiddling with the gun for too long, the bullet slipped from his fingertips and fell to the solid wood desk, making a jingle.
With a gurgling sound, the bullet rolled down to the side of a stack of documents and leaned against a portfolio to stop. Khrushchev grinned helplessly, picked up the bullet, and loaded it into the magazine. After a while, he filled all the bullets in the magazine, and then he took the pistol out of the box and stuffed the magazine into the pistol.
After finishing all this, he raised his head and walked around his office, carefully watching the map hanging on the wall, as well as the national flag and the portrait of Lenin. When he walked to the core of the wall and saw a black empty space above it, he was stunned for a while. There used to be a place where Stalin photos were hung, and he was taken off after he arrived here, and the traces are still there.
Some things, even if they were removed from the wall, but its traces are still there, lingering, like the haze of the heart, always remembered when people do not want to think about it. Khrushchev stared at the trace for a long time until someone knocked on the door to remind him that everything was ready, and he was taking his gaze back.
He turned around, followed his secretary and adjutant out of the room, and then looked at the commander of the Sevastopol defensive system standing outside the door waiting for him, patted him on the shoulder, and said softly: " I wo n’t use this office anymore. I put the key on the table. I ’ll take someone to break through Kerch. It does n’t matter whether it ’s successful or not. Here, I ’ll leave it to you to direct it.

"Comrade Khrushchev! I follow you and break through with you! If you give a command, the whole army can break through with you, we can gather at least 50,000 troops, and if you try to attack, let you arrive Kerch, I think it is still possible. "The commander took Khrushchev's palm excitedly and said firmly.
"No need, Comrade Commander, I have assembled the elite Marines, they will attack with me. I hope this attack will not be in vain, hope." Khrushchev finished, turned and left By the way, there was a stunned general who couldn't say a word for a while.
"Stand up!" On the position, some Soviet sailors wearing sea soul shirts clenched their rifles in their hands. Khrushchev was surrounded by a group of soldiers and reached the center of these Marines officers and men. He looked at his men and said aloud, "I often speak, but today I don't want to say much. I will soon lead you to fight back against the Germans. Let's go."
"Wow!" All the soldiers raised their rifles again and paid attention to Khrushchev, and then the soldiers followed behind Khrushchev and set off toward their front positions.
Roman Kosh was a barrier that was difficult for the Germans to capture, and it was also an insurmountable natural danger for the Soviet defenders. The surrender of the Soviet defenders allowed the Germans sufficient time to repair the above defensive system, coupled with elite German grenadiers. The ruggedness here has completely exceeded everyone's imagination.
A German soldier carried the rifle in his hand and watched the movements on the Soviet position. He soon discovered the situation, because one after another the Soviets jumped out of their trenches and launched a charge toward the highlands he controlled. There was no violent shouting of the Ula, the attacking Soviet troops were silent, but the momentum was more fierce.
He quietly pulled the bolt with his hand and pushed the bullet into the barrel. As a later expanded unit, the ordinary infantry under Manstein mostly used Mauser 98k rifles in most cases. The firepower density can't keep up with the height of the main force g43 and mp-44, but it is better than the range and accuracy.
After the soldier was loaded with bullets, he aimed at a Soviet soldier on the opposite side, pressed the sight on the soldier's torso, and then pulled the trigger. "Boo!" A bullet shot, and the bullet accurately hit the Soviet Red Army opposite, leaving a splash of blood on his body.
"Boo!" Not far from his side, another German soldier also buckled his gun. Farther away, more German soldiers followed his rifle, and dense bullets flew to the Soviet charge Many soldiers of the Soviet Union fell in a flash.
Soviet soldiers began to charge back with their rifles while charging. Several Soviet soldiers pushed the wheeled Maktin heavy machine gun to a stone that could be used as a bunker. They set up the machine gun and began to shoot at the German position. bullet.
The battle soon entered a fierce stage. The Marines of the Soviet Red Army had high cultural qualities and training was in place. It was a rare elite in the Soviet army. These soldiers had high combat qualities and were able to quickly organize attacks and stand up. The shocking casualties can still continue to fight.
Of course, the defenders on the German positions were not the Uzbekistans across from them. The troops under Manstein had already gone through the entire campaign of the Crimean Battle, and it can be said that they have become very elite in combat experience. They did not mess up their positions because of the fierce attack of the Soviet troops, instead they had just begun to warm up.
Soon, a concealed position of the mg42 machine gun was hit from a corner of the flank. The tracer bomb with a rifle swept across the Soviet attacking battle group from the side. The dense bullets cut the Soviet soldiers like a saw. Sometimes they could fly their arms. Interrupt the entire thigh.
This machine gun suddenly joined the battle. Before the Soviet soldiers reacted, it suffered huge casualties. Then the German mortars began to join this grand welcome ceremony. Suddenly rising from the crowd of the Soviets, the screams of Soviet soldiers screamed everywhere, and the entire battlefield was like hell.
Khrushchev was staggering forward with the help of a guard. He had already laid down many corpses of the Soviet Red Army under his feet, so he could only take a deep foot before struggling uphill Row. The bullet flew past him, and a soldier who was not far from him was hit in the neck. Blood splashed and fell on Khrushchev's feet, and the blood stained his trousers.
"..." Khrushchev glanced at the soldier who was still struggling with his eyes, and for the first time knew how and cruel he was to attack the enemy's position. His heart was full of remorse and full of self-blame. He only now knows how cruel it is to stand behind and let the soldiers continue to attack regardless of the casualties. He was disturbed by his ignorance of the year. This immersive battlefield battle made his body tremble uncontrollably.
Not afraid, but just the physiological phenomenon produced by the secretion of adrenaline. He raised his head and continued to walk forward regardless of everything. He knew that he must go forward. Only in this way can his life be perfect. No matter what, Khrushchev can't back away, no matter what, he must be responsible for his life.
"Boo!" A bullet hit the guard holding Khrushchev, and the bullet penetrated his chest, and Khrushchev's face was splashed with blood. The guard fell reluctantly, as Khrushchev's arm was pulled, so Khrushchev was also staggered.
"Boo!" Just as Khrushchev struggled to stand up, a bullet hit his thigh, and the pain of the heart instantly passed into his brain, and now he had no capital to continue to move forward. , Can only sway for a while, sitting next to the body of his guard.
The gunfire was gradually sparse, and fewer and fewer Soviet soldiers charged forward. This attack was not originally a large-scale offensive, and even the opposing Germans did not even request larger-scale artillery support. They did not know that there was a big man in the enemy army of this attack, nor did they take special care of the former Soviet big man.
Khrushchev sat leaning on the corpse and raised his pistol with his head raised. He couldn't see the German soldiers who relied on the trenches. He just pulled his trigger blindly in the direction of the Germans. Then a shot.
Eventually he shot the bullets in his pistol, but he still pulled the trigger and let the pistol make a clicking noise. He simply repeated his movements, watching the Soviet soldiers who rushed away from his back, falling under the bullets of the German army.
"Boo!" I don't know where it came from. A bullet hit Khrushchev's right chest. He yelled with his mouth wide open, and blood ran out of his mouth and wounds. At this moment he suddenly remembered Ye Ruofu, who fell in the pool of blood, and finally knew what kind of taste he was at that time.
On February 17, 1939, Khrushchev was killed, and Sevastopol surrendered one day later.