"Urra! Urra!"
Countless Russian soldiers were driven onto the battlefield by their officers, clutching rifles or charging at the German positions bare-handed, as though they were herding livestock.
What awaited them was the German military's overwhelming firepower. Countless Semi-Automatic Rifles, light machine guns, General Purpose Machine Guns, Grenade Launchers, and mortars formed a dense barrage like a storm of steel. Once that storm of steel engulfed the Russian forces, it brought only brutal slaughter, leaving corpses strewn across the battlefield.
The fighting was exceptionally savage. But that savagery applied only to the Russians. The entire battlefield presented a completely one-sided situation. The Russian attacks were no different from suicide. The German military merely needed to use its powerful firepower to slaughter the Russian soldiers. The battle became exceedingly simple, to the point that even the German soldiers gradually grew numb. They only needed to pull their triggers at the dense Russian ranks; among the countless bullets they fired, some were bound to kill those Russian soldiers.
"Rat-a-tat-tat!" An MG09 General Purpose Machine Gun was firing madly. A 250-round belt was emptied in half a minute, turning the barrel red-hot.
The well-trained assistant gunner, wearing asbestos gloves, immediately changed the barrel. The entire process flowed as smoothly as drifting clouds and running water, taking barely more than ten seconds. Then the General Purpose Machine Gun began firing again.
More than a hundred meters in front of that machine-gun position, a thick layer of Russian corpses had already piled up. Every one of them was the handiwork of that General Purpose Machine Gun.
Its distinctive sound, like sawing wood, had become the sound of death on the battlefield. Many Russian soldiers wet their pants the moment they heard it.
"God! Aren't those Russians afraid of dying? Don't they know their attacks are