Chapter 1254 What the Hell Is That?

Feigelein, an ordinary German Wehrmacht soldier, does a job that many young people envy and can be loyal to the head of state, but many of his military comrades avoid: anti-tank gunner.

Nothing is more unlucky than being an anti-tank gunner. Maybe it's because I used up all my good luck when I was young. Is this a punishment for overdrawing my good luck? Fegelein has always felt this way. In short, I am really unlucky now.

Anti-tank gunner is definitely not a very good job. Although you operate a kinetic energy artillery with extremely strong armor-piercing power, the enemy's mighty tanks and armored vehicles are your hunting targets. People who don't know the business may think it means a bit of "anti-tank sniper" at first.

But Fegelein knows clearly that becoming an anti-tank gunner means that you will become the focus of almost all enemies on the battlefield.

Once the anti-tank gun sounds, the enemy's infantry, machine guns, tanks, and artillery will use you as a target and fire wildly. If you are unlucky, even the Russian planes in the sky will visit you.

Being hit by so many weapons, Fegelein felt that he could no longer hope to survive, that was simply wishful thinking. If he was more realistic, he would better pray that he could leave a whole body, and not be blown in two by a gun, and not die for a long time, lying in this ghost place in the ice and snow and bleeding too much, dying slowly and painfully, this kind of thing can give people nightmares just thinking about it.

Fegelein once applied to his company commander to transfer him to another place, even if it was to be the most difficult and tiring logistics soldier, he would be willing to do it! The high and frightening death rate of anti-tank gunners is even higher than that of machine gunners in some large-scale battle areas. Fegelein naturally didn't want to die like this if he could survive.

"There is no reason to support transferring you to another place, Fegelein."

"There is a shortage of experienced anti-tank gunners everywhere on the front line. This is a technical branch of the army, not ordinary infantry that can be trained by just pulling a few kids for 7 weeks."

"I plan to promote you to the position of anti-tank gunner. When I went to the regiment for a meeting yesterday, the superiors wanted to allocate two new anti-tank guns to our company. They are very powerful, the latest secret weapons, and are the best at dealing with Russian tanks. Only experienced veterans are qualified to use this weapon to exert its power, and I think you are the most suitable one."

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Fegelein, who looked speechless and miserable, not only failed to achieve his goal of being transferred to other branches, but was also given a new life-threatening job: the gunner of a PAK 43 88mm heavy anti-tank gun.

With no other choice and unable to be a deserter, Fegelein could only consider himself unlucky and take on this tough job. Most of the old anti-tank gunners who had joined the army with him and participated in Operation Barbarossa had already died, and there were only a few left. Wingdings: ♦︎♦︎⬧︎♦︎◆︎⌧︎♦︎♦︎□︎❍︎

Looking at the new anti-tank gun of amazing size that he had just received, Fegelein, as a veteran, did not feel the slightest bit of joy in his heart. He felt that this would not bring any substantial help to his survival. The more powerful the weapon, the more it would irritate the Russians and make them regard him as the first target to be eliminated, which would definitely make him die faster and more miserably on the battlefield.

"Those Russians will definitely kill me. I probably won't be able to see you again."

"If I die, or some bastards tell you that I'm missing, then you should find a man you can rely on and marry him. But remember, don't find those SS bastards! I have a hunch that if we lose, those Russians will definitely settle accounts with us. The SS bastards have killed too many innocent people. Finding such a man as a husband may even implicate you."

Feigelein, who was squatting in the dormitory of the civil engineering works and writing a letter, had no time to put away his pen. He originally planned to let his friend who had a leave take the letter back to his hometown and hand it over to his fiancée, but a thunderous cannon sound comparable to the roar of a ship's whistle in the landslide interrupted everything.

Feigelein almost felt that the world was about to be destroyed. He had never experienced such a terrible bombardment!

Even when he was under the city of Stalingrad, when those Russians counterattacked.

The cannons that the Russians deployed to defend their capital were not so powerful. Fegelein felt that even if he was not killed, he would be shaken to pieces. He just wanted to end it all as soon as possible. If he really had to die, he might as well die quickly. This kind of shaking to the point that even his internal organs were about to spit out of his mouth was really uncomfortable!

Fegelein was lucky that the worst situation he expected did not happen.

When the last shell fell and exploded, Fegelein, who was buried alive in the 30-centimeter-thick collapsed soil, struggled to climb out by himself. Before he could catch his breath, he heard a roar like a lion's roar.

"Fegele! Fegele! Fegele!!!"

"Where have you been, you bastard?! If you're not dead, come out now, the Russian tanks are coming!"

Hu——Hu——

Pooh——

He gasped and spat out the wood and dirt that had flown into his mouth. Familiar with the voice, Fegelein knew that it must be the company commander who had screwed him over again, calling him. Why didn't the bombardment just now kill the bastard?

Feigelein cursed with resentment, but he did not dare to slow down his actual actions. He ran towards his preset anti-tank gun position in two steps.

"Where are the people? Are the others there? Why are there only two of you?"

It is not easy to serve a PAK 43. This bulky big guy needs a whole anti-tank gun squad to operate, but when Feigelein ran to the gun position quickly, he found that there were only two people in front of him.

"Maybe, maybe we are the only ones left, maybe it's like this."

The key gunner who survived the bombardment was still there, and the other living person was the main loader. Both of them looked at Feigelein who was close at hand with the sad eyes of "maybe everyone else is dead".

"I'll go get some people to help, you guys hurry up and get ready! Bring the shells over, fire a few more rounds, this is all we can do if we don't have enough manpower, hurry up!"

Feigelein, who didn't have time to talk nonsense, ran to a position not far away and pulled a few "strong men", all of whom were ordinary infantrymen carrying rifles on their backs.

With them, at least the minimum operation of this anti-tank gun can be maintained. Although the combat efficiency is not as good, it is at least much better than three people playing with one gun.

Feigelein, who had not been able to find the target and command the firing, was able to do his job until this time.

It was just that when he picked up the telescope on his chest and saw the monster that he would never forget, Feigelein, who blinked twice in an instant, just screamed subconsciously.

"What the hell is that?"