Nine Hundred and Forty One Wasteland War

Among the ruins, the role of tanks is infinitely reduced. These steel behemoths galloping across the plains will become inflexible, stupid and fat people in a city full of buildings and ruins, and they will be easily destroyed. At the corner of a certain intersection.

But even so, tanks still have their inherent space to play in the city. Whether it is defending the streets or launching an assault, there are two completely different results with tank support and without tank support. So even if you know that tanks will fall into a disadvantaged state in urban street fighting, you can still receive good results by sending tanks to participate in the offense and defense in street fighting.

Don't underestimate any kind of killing weapon, and don't overestimate any kind of killing weapon. They are just weapons. No matter what kind of place they are used in, whether they are suitable or not, they can kill people. The only difference is which weapon is more convenient for Huang Jingxia to kill people like this, while the remaining weapons are a little less convenient at this time.

So don't be superstitious that submarines are the killer of aircraft carriers, because the ghosts of the commanders of hundreds of submarines that were sunk by escort aircraft carriers prove the fact that aircraft carriers are also killers of submarines; and don't be sure that tanks are not applicable Especially in street fighting, because even if there are a thousand ways to destroy a tank in street fighting, it has at least one way to kill the person who wants to destroy it.

Superstitious belief in the performance of weapons is just a one-sided statement made by a group of military enthusiasts in peaceful times. What kind of state is on the battlefield, only God and those who have personally experienced war will know. There is no need to pray, cowardly or crazy, because no matter what, you may lose your life in the next second.

To fight with a pistol, to fight with a dagger, and to fight is the only option but to surrender as a prisoner—whether you hold a poor revolver, or It is a main battle tank with an intelligent computer.

The flamboyant American Apache helicopter was finally shot down by a group of farmers carrying rpg rocket launchers and AK47; while the soldiers with swords and spears, rifles and grenades on their backs faced enemies supported by satellite data links unmanned attack aircraft. No one stipulates that a war can only be won if the weapon is stronger than the opponent, because there is only one rule of war-there are no rules!

I don’t know who was the first to get used to crushing opponents with weapons: when the opponent only has swords and spears, you must have a musket muzzle in your hand; when your opponent uses muskets, you must have a bolt-action rifle in your hand and submachine guns; the opponents finally used rifles and machine guns, but found that the opposite side was driving tanks and armored vehicles.

So? Is it true that when the weapons and equipment are the same, people will no longer go to war subconsciously? Or is it that we can't bear the death of thousands of people and dare not face up to the price of victory? No matter what people think today, it is a pity that in the ruins of Stalingrad in 1939, these inexplicable thoughts were not in the minds of soldiers on both sides.

The Soviet infantry in the trenches, avoiding the scorching fire, had no time to complain about why the German weapons were so advanced,

The German soldiers who were pulling the bolt to load their bullets into the chamber had no time to wonder why the Soviets were so tenacious. They just repeat their most efficient actions to kill their enemies most efficiently—that's all.

When a German soldier's head was smashed into pieces by a bullet, and blood splashed on his companion's face and clothes, God did not spare him from death because he was wearing a tactical vest and carrying an mp-44 assault rifle; when the Soviet infantry faced the tank When the bullets in the gun were shot out, and the tank's heading machine gun finally smashed into a sieve, God didn't let him go because he only had a bayonet left in his hand.

The tracks of the Leopard flame-breathing tank slowly ran over the corpses one by one, including German soldiers and Soviet soldiers. The body of the Ukrainian soldier who had just lost his position still had a Mosin Nagant rifle with a bayonet attached to it. The Ukrainian young man who had just been stabbed to death by two Soviet soldiers was still looking ahead stubbornly with empty eyes.

A German grenadier jumped into this trench with the advance of the Panther tank. He saw the two soldiers who died together with bayonets, and also saw the blood-drained Ukrainian youth. He walked up to the young man with a G43 semi-automatic rifle in his hand, stretched out his black gloved palm, and helped the young man cover his eyes.

From the beginning of the battle until the gunfire on the battlefield gradually died down, the Soviets did not gain an inch of their lost territory, but the positions held by the two sides just hours before the battle were now filled with thick piles of dead soldiers. These corpses are piled up on the ruins, which looks like a hill of corpses.

"Collect ammunition from the corpses as much as possible!" A company commander carrying a Mauser 98k rifle passed the trench and reminded his subordinates loudly that he had to patrol the position he was in charge of so that the nearby The terrain has an intuitive understanding. The streets here can no longer be called streets, and the buildings here have long since disappeared... The map in my hand has become a useless decoration, and there is no way to arrange many things in advance. tactics.

He looked at the German machine gun position that was suppressed by Soviet machine guns, then pointed to another relatively hidden and rear position, and arranged the first fire support point of the German army: "Build a machine gun position there! Pay attention Stay hidden and don't fire lightly."

Just when the company commander was pointing here, there was a whistling sound in the sky, and everyone retreated into the trench with their helmets on. This subconscious reaction has penetrated into everyone's bone marrow, so these actions completed It's very natural, even a bit chic.

Then, on the position of the Soviet Red Army in the distance, shells fell one after another, the building shook in the flames and smoke of the explosion, the ground trembled with the sound of explosions one after another, the end of the world was nothing more than that, After all, the location of the German shelling was only a few hundred meters away from the soldiers on the front line.

The dust and debris from some explosions were even brought to the side of the German position by the shock wave. Everyone held their breath and squinted their eyes, waiting for this grand shelling feast to pass. As the German troops continued to advance, this large-scale bombardment became more and more intensive and more precise. On the contrary, the artillery fire of the Soviets became more and more weak like a groan.

The Soviet artillery positions that were originally on the other side of the Volga River have long been ravaged by countless bombings by German planes. The means are also very diverse.

The Soviet defenders who lost the artillery group on the other side of the Volga finally lost their advantages in repeated artillery battles. With the arrival of the German large-caliber artillery, the German artillery near Stalingrad has formed a countermeasure against the Soviet army. Artillery advantage. And this accumulated advantage has now become an overwhelming force, gradually influencing the outcome of the Stalingrad street battle.

"Boom!" A shell just landed on the corner of a half-collapsed building. The huge explosion force made the already crumbling building lose the strength of the last supporting structure. As the floors on the second and third floors fell, the outer walls began to spread outwards, eventually burying the Soviet troops gathering below.

Farther afield, closer to the banks of the Volga, there were the wreckage of scrapped Soviet tanks that had long since been gutted for parts to be repaired in better condition. These wreckages attracted a lot of ammunition from the Luftwaffe, and eventually rusted and corroded into a ghostly equipment cemetery on the river bank.

A shell landed here, and the sand on the river beach was rolled up to the height of more than ten floors. Many civilians who were fetching water on the beach were hit by the shrapnel scattered by the shell, and the rest habitually lay down. He fell to the ground, waiting for the intensive shelling to pass.

Küchler may have been really anxious, so this time the German shelling from all directions lasted for a full 5 minutes. The city that had recovered its calm once again rolled out wisps of thick smoke, but for the entire Stalingrad Speaking of which, there are not many places where there is smoke...

"The bastards of these artillerymen, did they take the wrong medicine?" Patting the dust on his body, the German company commander stood up from the trench. While cursing the friendly troops who engaged in the sudden shelling, he grabbed the binoculars on his chest and looked at them. To the opposite position.

The smoke has not cleared there, the shell may have hit an abandoned truck, so that the truck that has been burned down to only the frame is now burning again, and there are fewer towering buildings on the Soviet position Some, which is more convenient for the German army to look out and investigate before attacking.

"If I were a Soviet, I might have surrendered at this time." The company commander put down the binoculars in his hand and muttered softly, "If you beat your city like this, if you keep fighting, there will really be nothing left. .”

"Boom!" Before he finished speaking, he was hit in the neck by a bullet from the opposite side. Everyone around him shrank their necks subconsciously, and then the hysterical shout became the last memory of the German company commander: "There are snipers! Enemy snipers! The lieutenant (company commander) was shot! "

Retaliation gunshots began to sound, and the battle still needs to go on...