In minus 40 degrees they’d hacked a 9″ deep trench in the frozen ground.
They waited.
“Tanks!” shouts Schmidt.
An explosion knocks out the anti-tank gun behind.
All except Müller and Schmidt panic and run. They are mown down by the T-34s’ machine guns, their blood reddening the snow.
Those who stand and surrender meet the same fate.
The monsters screech over the trench and trundle onwards.
Safe!
They hear an engine reversing.
The tank draws parallel and drives aslant, one track passing along the trench.
Hearing the crunching of bones, they can expect no mercy on the Eastern Front.
They waited.
“Tanks!” shouts Schmidt.
An explosion knocks out the anti-tank gun behind.
All except Müller and Schmidt panic and run. They are mown down by the T-34s’ machine guns, their blood reddening the snow.
Those who stand and surrender meet the same fate.
The monsters screech over the trench and trundle onwards.
Safe!
They hear an engine reversing.
The tank draws parallel and drives aslant, one track passing along the trench.
Hearing the crunching of bones, they can expect no mercy on the Eastern Front.
