The battalion of the mists

Under the shadow of the second world war when the infamous Nazi invaded Russia in Stamligrad, from the cold Siberia arrived the battalion of the fog, that nickname was that they were lost in the intense cold of the Russian mother, that they lost in the fog, only their blood was hardy for this climate, it was a battalion of only twenty men and a tank, the most enigmatic case had to defend a bridge, according to intelligence and another isolated approached no more than twelve hundred Nazi soldiers all a legion, already the battalion of the new is anchored in its dwelling, that also counted on two snipers, one was in bell tower near the bridge of custody and the other in a building of only four floor, but already in something in ruins all covered by the intense Russian winter.

All this small battalion was under the command of Captain Ivan Slesvig, he was called the legendary, every night they met with his battalion to pray and sing before the food was served, for the glory of all invoked the holy spirit, said only God had the will on his triumph and did not know why Adolf Hitler was the Angel of death over humanity, after all this recital to raise the spirits no matter if it was night or day the cold was consuming everything it touched, the captain always kept a distance in a very reputable way from his battalion, he was very clear that this war as the intense cold that governs them demanded victims, he was clear that his mission was to maintain the honor of his nation, taking into account that it was certain death.

It has already been a week without disturbances only that there was not much to keep warm, but anyway they manage, a siren is heard in the distance they prepare for any attack, but it was only a vehicle with a corporal that carried information from the high command, the legendary one receives it that at any cost to defend that post leaves him to another soldier with a kind of telephone to ask for air support if it is last instance, he receives it in a dignified way to catch up of the mission, the sad thing of the case that only had a so that T-34 with two big machine guns of high caliber, three mortar and a cannon of short distance, it is an honor for the brave ones.

Night fell again under the dreaded cold, the whole battalion rested only heard that it preferred to die fighting, but never be a prisoner of the Germans was a sentence to his soul without glory, as also heard political speeches about communism, since no one could dicer other tonic to their reality, I only knew the barbarism of the Germans and the extermination of Hitler, but in moments arrives the legendary capital to tell him to cough comrade there is more important thing as our mission and the defense of honor we have them in our hands, I do not know if the sun accompanies us for a Victory but this bridge is defended with our names, the silence undoubtedly arrived at that unexpected place.

The cold days continued and our legendary captain was performing additional exercises including the T-34 tank, the whole battalion seemed to be one person with the voice of command, but suddenly another message came back from the Russian high command, where he participated that he should be ready to defend the bridge as the Nazis were only a few squares days away, the agony was sown in the minds of all, but suddenly the soldiers of the fog shouting that approached with noise of strong engines, relief for all was that it was another Russian tank was a relief that appeared between the white and intense snow the legendary understood that what was coming was a perfect storm of death, it was known that it was a large squad that exceeded a thousand soldiers, but his honor was in his hand, taking into account that now he had two tank.

The next day the legionnaire early in the morning was filled with courage and took his machine gun, formed a small squad of ten men with great desire and mortar them in a line of defense, strategically placed a tank on the other side of the bridge and the other one in front of them, the snipers guarded in my. o places without being noticed invisible to others, especially asked God to have a dignified death beside his comrade soldier as true defenders of the Russian Mother, he knew that his men murmur that relatively calmly that was special mission, never felt that death embraced them, while large rows walking with several guns and mortars, rustic vehicle, four tanks approached the large German squadron with only one thing in mind annihilate and take that place of Russia as a great jewel for Hitler.

Not everything seemed in favor of our little battalion of snow, without realizing it was already falling night and from the sky was observed a Nazi spy plane, to give information about that checkpoint, the brave men open attacks against this plane, this is defended by dropping two bombs strategically, destroying completely one of the tank and the other damaged it in such a way that it could not move but if he could do the other shot and defend with the two machine guns that remained and only a single machine gun was saved from the other tank destroyed, the notice turned to report on the conditions of the place, and legendary the same reviewed by the hand of God no one died that night only lost a tank and only one remains unable to move, but if for offensive.

Gathering again to his battalion he mentioned that in a few hours the Nazis would arrive, do not ask him to be heroes, but only the soldiers of the niva, I design all night a series of traps on the snow, to counter subtract time, I place bombs as a kind of mines, Several kilometers ahead of it, he placed on the snow like a ghost a machine gun that was left from the destroyed tank, just to gain time, he also ordered to make two trenches on the road on both sides, he filled them with fuel straw, to burn with fire that squadron, they only used what little he had, but with good strategy, everything is already there. At his post waiting for the arrival of the Nazis, there is no fear or fear, there was only man to defend his honor as the brave soldiers of the fog.

At last the sun covered all the snow mamanto over the battalion of the mists, suddenly the legendary captain asked one of his soldiers for a long sight or binoculars to see what was approaching, he was indeed several people including old people and child, from a nearby village everything was showing that the great day of the fight comes to demonstrate their honor the mother Russia, he sends several men to take care and escort to a safe place behind his check point, now he had more people to defend, they took them all to a very safe place, our brave captain knows it is certain death, but to surrender he never tells the tank attendant and his assistants with the machine guns to head to combat post he knows that the tank can not move, but if he can fiercely attack his cannon.

The legendary one went a moment to see the people who gave him asylums, only managed to see the moan of his mother in the eye of an old man crying of fear, calms it mocks it meets last time with só squadron, tells him already the day arrived here there is no fear single hero of with cold blood, is listened in to lo. far from the horizon a burst was activated several of the traps, already comensi the combat, but with carelessness they receive dis big impact without doing damage, alone it was the warning that the Germans arrived, the so Russian began to attack to attack the enemy destroyed like animals without mercy, the big flames almost arrive to the sky, devouring a lot of Nazi soldiers, it was so strong that more fire that they were seen in as they fall wallowing, it was a very big blow they lost almost half of their people, but that does not intimidate them equal they continue forward, the Russian tank begins its attack managing to annihilate two tanks, but there are still more, it was so strong the defense with the machine guns of the tank that ran alone is stopped, it was many mierto that the Nazi had to retreat.

The legendary one passes review until now none of his men and the peasants that he is taking care of have died, he tells his battalion to reload with all the possible ammunition, everything was covered of cloud of fire dust, it was a true massacre the German army lost almost half of its legion, that were approximately one thousand documents men, but the battalion of the fog resists the first attack, the Russian captain calls the soldier with the telephone and asks for reinforcements he knows that he cannot hold with only evites men, the high command tells him to resist until where they can since he does not have enough supports, it was a long day. Finally it was not known at what time they were going to attack, to pass in the cold night in the distance in camouflage a Nazi sniper goes for the head of the legendary, to demoralize his battalion, only a single shot is heard will arrive in the captain's shoulder wound him, but his two Russian snipers got the target one shoots him in the rib and the other in the shoulder. the rib and the other in the head finishing for his life, this atendindo fast the Russian captain, but all bandaged without being able to move well one of his arms tells one of his soldiers that I loaded his machine gun is worthy of leader.

A the following morning they return another attack with mortars and two German tanks come out in front as the offensive, begins to shoot in strategic point, it was inevitable that the only tank was still afloat, this was double intercepted the two soldiers died with the machine gun, what were inside were caught in pure fire, the mortars of the Russian only manages to destroy a single tank, but the other is already in the front, but what courage of these men of honor were burning inside Russian tank, They loaded the cannon and shot at the German tank annihilating the offensive until it also bursts into flame what remains of Russian tank, fulfilled until the last second to defend his post destroyed the tank when they were burning, these ena song for the brave, was the second attack that the battalion endures, and only nine men are left of the twenty, go back to call for reinforcements was useless, and in the afternoon of the brutal attack the legendary toasts a glass of vodka for his fallen man sings for his loss.

The next day arrives the Germans regroup and attack with everything, they know that there are only a few men, returns to the front another German tank unceremoniously destroying the little that remains the captain is seriously wounded again, but never gives up again continues to attack with mortars finishing Russian soldiers and snipers begin to attack one by one to the Nazis turning dust assumes lives, The brave Russian captain, full of blood, reloads his machine gun and with the survivors also armed, he continues attacking with what he has against the German army, he has already lost a lot of blood, he continues fighting, he sees his man of honor fall, there are only two men left to survive, already when only almost five hundred meters of the control point, it is heard in the distance a strong song of a Russian tune, it was about support that it asked for, they were four strong armed Russian tanks and about two hundred men, it was still little for the Germans, it had a point in its favor, it was that they also sent air support they were only an airplane that bombed all the German regiment, it was the most brutal thing, this tragic death, The Russian tanks at the same time the fours opened fire with the only German tank returning pure ashes, there was nothing left of the tank the four tanks advanced to the front of the checkpoint and anchored for any offensive, the plane returned to the second German extermination attack, just a few minutes and the glory of God who heard the prayers the Russians defended their bridge with honor and the few Germans alive surrendered surrendering.

The legendary captain is badly wounded and kneels before God for his miracle, it is honored to live to tell the tale, the sad fact is that only one soldier survived from his battalion of the mists, the new brigade takes command for the wounded captain, none of the peasants died, all were saved, the captain and his only man is taken back home, after several days, the Russian leader Stalin himself calls him and his man, decorated him with the medals of highest honor, him and his only man alive, not all that then gives him a box with the remaining eighteen of his dead man as a hero of the Russian mother, in return he asks for his machine gun as a symbol of the brave heroes and was placed in the Russian military Pantheon as a hero and his fog battalion, he mourns with honor his man, but retires with the man who defended a bridge with only veites men never forgotten in history this bravery.