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Most of the following commentary by Russian military correspondent Alexander Kharchenko.
[ColonelCassad] Military commissar Alexander Kharchenko tells how he and Sergei Shilov miraculously survived getting into a bind while on the front lines.
As you already understood, we got into a trouble ( https://t.me/bayraktar1070/630 ). Yes, they themselves, unwillingly, were at the forefront for almost 10 days.
Everything started normally. We went at night with a group of scouts to one of the hottest places on the front. There are no whole houses there, so the only shelters are basements. That is where the opposing sides are hiding. We got not the most comfortable "apartments." Mud sloshed underfoot, and water oozed from the ceiling.
The battle began in the morning. Our guys went ahead and were able to occupy several cellars. It looks something like this: assault groups covertly accumulate in the nearest shelters, and on command go on the attack. Then several hours of close range rifle fire at short distances, grenades flying into the chimneys of the cellars. By the end of the day, several points come under our control.
All actions of the parties are controlled by quadrocopters. The sky is crowded and collisions often occur. It is impossible to imagine modern conflict without drones.
By the end of the second day, the Ukrainians decided to avenge their losses and significantly increased the number of shelling. Our shelter was bombed five times a day. We spent about five shells per raid. It is an indescribable feeling when clods of dirt fall loudly on the roof of the basement from a close gap. We just had to be baptized. Our basement would not have survived a direct hit by 155mm shells.
Unfortunately for us, a new batch of copters was brought to the enemy, and now several “birds” were on duty in the air day and night. Any movement was detected and worked out on it. They attacked heavily. As soon as we ran into one of the buildings in order to discuss the evacuation, we were hit by a tank. Our guide was shell-shocked, but we escaped with a slight fright.
We did not want to look for death on the surface, so we decided to stay in the basement until the end and go out with the boys. Night fell and the command was given to move to the evacuation point. We gathered a small group and rushed out of this hell.
We did not know then that from the very beginning we were led by a quadcopter with a thermal imager. We reached the targeted intersection and were immediately surrounded by 120 mines. Three pieces exploded 30 meters from us. Each time they hit closer, so we decided to run in short dashes. A leap forward, then you hear an “exit” and fall into the greasy Donbass mud.
I preferred to find the deepest rut. On the one hand, it hides most of your body, on the other hand, it is always filled with water. Several times I literally swam in this December sludge. In total, we did this fitness for 1.5 hours. The enemy managed to change 3 birds. During the shift change, we managed to crawl to cover and the enemy lost sight of us. Not finding us, the Ukrainians began to bomb the basement from which we came out. One 120th mine hit the roof exactly, but by a lucky chance did not explode. This is such a divine act. The end of December can now rightfully be considered one of the days of our birth with Sergey.
I will write an analysis on the situation on this sector of the front later. Sergey will publish a story, where he will reveal in detail the characters of our escorts, and in general will describe our adventures artistically.
Alexander Kharchenko
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