My Third Empire

732 Battle of the Crimea

There is no roar of tanks, only the muddy and cold trenches, and the howling of the terrible Stuka bombers. If you don’t look up at the sky above your head, you can’t see those advanced fighters and bombers. It’s just like the first world war. The Great War was no different.

Soldiers use the same bolt-action rifles as they did 30 years ago. Every time they fire, they have to struggle to pull the bolt to load the bullet. The only automatic weapons on the battlefield were machine guns, each firing knocking hordes of soldiers to the ground.

The cannon aimed at a place more than ten kilometers away, accurately dropped the large-caliber shells to the designated position, and then left one after another huge craters on the ground, emitting faint heat. The war here is backward and rigid compared to other places, but the war here is more brutal than other times. Yes, cruel, cruel to despair.

A young German soldier was slowly crawling in the mud with his Mauser 98k rifle on his back. Although the cold feeling from the wet clothes made him a little uncomfortable, he still lowered his head in the lowest way , to prevent his head from being punched with a fist-sized hole by the flying bullet.

He moved cautiously, crawling past the body of a Soviet Red Army soldier who had been frozen for a long time. It was not far to go around this body, and there were two German soldiers and a dozen Soviet soldiers lying there. These poor dead were half a day ago. Just lying here, it is estimated that before the end of the war, they will all have to lie here obediently.

A bullet hit the soil around the German soldier, splashing mud and gravel, hitting the German soldier's helmet with crackling noises. The young German soldier put his hand on his helmet, frowned and continued to crawl forward. His mission has not been completed, so he needs to continue to stay here to die.

Behind him, a German engineer also crawled forward. He was also cautious, lest any flying object hit him. He also carried many detonators on his back. These detonators were weapons prepared to open up the attack path later. .

The leading German soldier finally stopped and crawled forward. He took out a large pair of pliers from the tool bag behind him, and clamped the head of the pliers on the slender barbed wire. The Soviet Red Army soldiers on the opposite side seemed to have noticed Someone here is trying to destroy their defense system and shoots at this place frantically.

The bullets hit the surroundings, making a tinkling sound, and some bullets hit the surrounding corpses, making the sound very dull. No one cares about the sound of the bullets. People on the battlefield only care about whether the bullets will hit themselves in the end, or how far away the target of these bullets is from themselves.

"Cover!" A German soldier behind him shouted loudly. With this shout, behind these attacking German soldiers, in a foxhole, an mg42 general-purpose machine gun responsible for covering them began to roar. The ammunition chain on the top jumps with the beating of the machine gun itself, which looks very handsome.

With a higher rate of fire,

This mg42 sprayed out a hail of bullets, and used dense bullets to silence the opposite Soviet machine gun. A cloud of white smoke rose from the position of the Soviet machine gun that was still showing off its might just now, and it was already hard to see how many soldiers were still alive inside.

A shell from a German 150mm heavy artillery fell not far away, blowing the trench into a huge crater. The huge explosion suddenly covered up all the sounds, leaving only endless humming in the ears of the nearby soldiers, without other noisy sounds.

Taking advantage of this great opportunity, the young German soldier raised his head slightly, adjusted the posture of his hands, and pressed hard on the long support arms of the vice. With an imperceptible click, a barbed wire fence with barbs broke in two.

"Obstacle removal! Demolition team! It's your turn!" The German soldier dropped the pliers in his hand, rolled to the side, lowered his entire body, and hid behind the corpse of a Soviet Red Army soldier. A bullet grazed his ass, piercing the case of the gas mask hanging from it, leaving a small round hole in it.

The German engineer carrying many blasting tubes was like a mobile explosive depot. He climbed to the edge of the barbed wire and took the other half of his tools from the soldiers behind him. Then he curled up and screwed the two blasting tubes together. Together, a longer pipe-like device is formed.

The bullets flew around him, and sometimes they landed only a dozen centimeters away from him, but the engineer didn't do any unnecessary evasive movements, but concentrated on installing the blasting tube in his hand, and screwed it up Then, screw another section to make this blasting tube, which is similar to a water pipe, longer and longer.

In the end, the long blasting tube had penetrated behind the Soviet barbed wire fence. There was a minefield that had been detected by the German infantry during the attack, and demining operations were needed. That's why the engineer was ordered to come here, and completed the assembly of the detonator in such a crazy way.

In fact, the last few sections of the detonators connected in series have no explosives at all, and are just devices used to push the detonators to the designated position, but the first five or six sections are all real things. Aviation bombs make little difference.

He took out a detonator from his mouth and inserted it into the detonator. The engineer loudly reminded his comrades to get ready: "Attention! Explode!" With a hysterical shout, he pressed down hard. With a touch of the energized detonator in his arms, the detonator pushed into the minefield by the iron pipe began to explode.

The huge explosion set off a huge shock wave, the raised dust covered the sky, and the flying gravel hit the helmet with a crackling sound. The entire position was shaken with the huge explosion. The barbed wire stakes buried in the soil were all lifted out of the ground by the terrible shock, and scattered in all directions.

"Attack! Attack! The road has been opened!" While the ears were still buzzing, some soldiers shouted loudly, and some German soldiers who followed behind got up from the ground, holding their rifles, and bent over He quickly ran to the cleared gap, where there was still smoke and heat, and his vision was not very clear.

The huge explosion cleared a deep pit of about one meter on the ground, like a trench dug more than halfway, which provided good protection for the attacking German soldiers. A large number of German soldiers took advantage of this moment of silence to quickly Advance, and soon broke into the trenches of the Soviet defenders.

The first German soldier who rushed into the trench was shot in the shoulder by a Soviet soldier on one side, and fell to the ground sideways with a wail. The second German soldier who rushed into the trench raised his hand and threw a grenade in the past. Then I heard another loud noise of shaking the ground, and as the shrapnel flew across, three or four Soviet Red Army soldiers fell down in the trench, motionless.

Two German soldiers frantically dragged their wounded comrades back to a safe place. More German soldiers rushed into the trenches of the Soviet defenders, and there were sometimes dense and sometimes sparse gunshots everywhere. And above the trench, on the top of a high ground, in a huge cement bunker, a cannon with a diameter of at least 210mm was firing, and the flames and loud noises made people feel uncomfortable.

In a semi-underground bunker 3 kilometers away, there are three artillery mirrors lined up side by side. Several senior staff officers of the German army were marking the newly occupied places on the map. Instead of using the artillery scope, Manstein stood by a crenel and looked at the position his troops were attacking with his naked eyes. Behind him, Marshal Brauchitsch's son stood there respectfully, with his hands behind his back, without saying a word.

"The speed is still a bit too slow. At this speed, I might let go of some of the Soviet Red Army in Donetsk..." Looking at the steep hillside on the Soviet position, a few groups jumped up Huge flames, Manstein is obviously dissatisfied with the attack speed of the m army under his command. After muttering something, he turned his head and walked to the front of the map, gestured twice on the map with his hand, and shook his head again.

On his front, the Soviet Crimean defense group commanded by Marshal Voroshirov of the Soviet Union has a lot of troops, and there is such a naval base here. The Russian Black Sea Fleet has always threatened some ports in Turkey, so whether it is in Strategically or tactically, the German army must first take down Sevastopol and Chike and other military ports before they can use the Black Sea as a transportation shortcut to encroach on the North Caucasus.

"There is no shortcut to choose. The natural geographical conditions here determine that we can only compete with these Soviets for the ownership of this place brick by brick." Manstein went to the back of the crenel again and looked at the German army in the distance. The large-caliber artillery blasted into the ruined fortress, and he said to the son of Marshal Brauchitsch: "The head of state led us to take too many shortcuts, making us almost forget the courage we should have as soldiers. Now, test our courage The time has come, here we meet the Soviets face to face, gun to muzzle, bayonet to bayonet, to see who is the most powerful man in the world!"

He paused, then raised the corners of his mouth, as if he remembered something interesting, and in fact he did think of an interesting thing: "Since I met Manstein, then this Voroshirov We have no choice but to consider ourselves unlucky, he is probably going to be the first marshal to be captured or killed in this war. Wait until we kill him, and then go to trouble Brother Timoshen!"

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