Every Last Drop
Prologue
The snow was white that day. I heard the rustle to my left yet no movement. Few clouds loomed over the pitch black sky. The stars were so dim it was as if they weren't even there.
"Click," I heard the light sound and slowly spun to my right to see the outlines of human bodies slowly crouch walking past me. There was at least 13 of them. I squinted to see if they were friendly. That's when I realized they weren't. I began to rise up from the white crisp dust.
"CRACK!" I watched in silence as one of the moving bodies jerked backwards. I could barely see the splatter of brains come through the back side of his head. The blood followed mocking paint being thrown across a canvas. In the heat of the moment I grabbed the cocking lever, pulled back and let it slide forward, flicked the safety switch, aimed, and pulled the trigger all in one swift motion. I felt a jerk in my shoulder as the PPSH-41 sent it's kickback. In a matter of seconds I felt as if time slowed down. I noticed the small bullets leave the barrel of the gun seeking out their intended targets. The front of the barrel heating up and turning a light steam red. Then everything came back to realities speed. A figure to my front left rose from the ground and took a shot with his rifle. The bullet flew directly into the figure that I had just hit. When the bullet pierced the body I saw the man clutch his ribs. The once clear figure soon had trickles of blood running down his hand and side. The blood reached the snow staining it, spoiling it. The shadows soon came close enough torwards me to where I could make out who they were. In an instant after realizing the truth I shouted the one word that would start the onslaught.
"GERMANS!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. Their dark grey uniforms and round tin helmets looked more like a suit you would wear to a formal event than a uniform used on a battlefield. The closest one to me opened fire using his MP40. The bullets nearly hit me but I sidestepped them just in time, close enough to where I could feel the breeze followed by the bullets. I opened fire a second time shooting from my hip. My body felt the kickback from the butt of the gun but I stood strong and firm. The bullets sprayed all over in direction of the german soldier. His body then shook for about three thirds of a second with blood squirting from his torso violently before crippling to the snow.
After about what seemed to be an eternity which was really a couple seconds, a barrage of light sprang to life farther behind me releasing hundreds of bullets into the horde of german infantry. Multiple bodies jerked and shook violently while others dropped onto their stomachs hope to avoid being hit. But we had planned well ahead for that. A second after the soldiers dropped the ground blew up from manually placed detonators. The germans that were still living were soon being rushed by my fellow comrades.
"FOR MOTHER RUSSIA!" We shouted in unison. I charged the bodies with courage and strength only to see death's hounds. Out of the thick misty smoke caused from the explosions came a german division of PzKpfw III Aus F's. They opened fire into our mass group mowing us down like bugs. We quickly began to realize that it was a trap. Realizing that we would all die if we stayed we began to retreat. One by one my comrades dropped dead next to me as we ran. I realized that we had lost the battle. Even though the germans had broken our lines we would make them bleed every step they took. We would make their blood spill, every…last…drop.