Chapter 1741 Doomsday Echo

Major Schlauen never expected that he would be so unlucky. He had just managed to escape back to the position with his beaten troops. Reading The overwhelming Soviet artillery fire, like the flying snowflakes in Moscow in the winter of 1941, covered all things abandoned in the hell in destruction, without mercy.

Major Schlauen firmly believed that Germany's technology and armor were unmatched, but no matter how unmatched the technology and armor were, they could not withstand such fierce bombardment. Any defense seemed futile in the face of absolute power.

The Soviet artillery, which was so crazy that it was difficult to describe in words, killed most of Major Schlauen's light armored forces after the first wave fell. These outdated German armored vehicles with thin skin and large fillings, such as the No. 4, No. 3, and the three-shot, which were originally few in number, could even be said to be pulled in to make up the number and play auxiliary things.

It would be more realistic to expect them to withstand the terrifying Soviet artillery fire and pray that the Russians on the opposite side would fire fireworks instead of high-explosive shells.

After the outdated armored forces were destroyed, the core heavy armored forces that Schlauen was proud of followed closely to fill their shoes.

The Tiger King heavy tank with a combat weight of nearly 70 tons was directly blasted apart by the Russian heavy artillery shells. A 152mm high-explosive grenade fell heavily like a knife maker's hammer hitting a knife blank. The moment the metal rubbed and collided, it produced extremely dazzling and hot sparks. After a loud bang, the Tiger King's head was blown apart almost effortlessly.

The top armor of the turret exploded when hit, the dome armor of the vehicle exploded when hit, and the cooling window of the power compartment was blown apart by a cannon.

The King Tigers died in all kinds of strange ways. The extremely low probability of being hit by long-range indirect fire artillery, which was originally like a lottery, became a normal phenomenon with a high probability and happening anytime and anywhere under the fierce bombardment of the Soviet field artillery cluster, whose strength was unknown.

Everything around was destroyed and exploded, and after being destroyed, it would be destroyed again by the crazy falling shells until even the wreckage could not see its original shape. This feeling was as if the whole world was trembling in the earthquake. If this world really had the end of the world, then Schlauen felt that the place and moment where he was now was already the end of the world.

When will this terrible doomsday judgment end? Will the next shell that whistled from nowhere hit him?

Schlauen didn't know, and even gave up on escaping and completely cut off hope.

With the Tiger King's off-road mobility that was so bad that even he couldn't bear it, Major Schlauen didn't think he could escape this doomsday with the protection of this steel body. Without the protection of this steel body, if he was in the outside world at this moment with his flesh and blood, Schlauen could be sure that he couldn't survive even three seconds in this overwhelming artillery fire.

The Russians' vengeful shells would not even leave any traces of his struggle. The power of the Bolsheviks would completely erase the evidence of his existence from this world. Only when you are deeply entangled in endless despair will you understand that sometimes being alive is not necessarily a happier thing than being dead.

There will always be various accidents in life. Giving up hope of life does not mean that you will definitely die. What happened next was even unexpected to Major Schlauen himself.

The Russians' artillery fire began to shift, and the overwhelming roar of heavy artillery and explosions began to extend to a farther and later direction. The terrifying destructive force remained unabated. The fire and bullet rain that swept across the sky were like dense meteor showers, streaking across the horizon and heading straight into the distance. Major Schlauen, who had just emerged from the turret after surviving the disaster, felt endless despair.

"Oh my God, what kind of terrible enemy have we provoked? What kind of Russian troops are attacking us? Are they still the enemies we have been fighting for three years?"

I and those more fortunate comrades have survived, temporarily.

Driven by the military mission and the fragmented but still barely supported will, Major Schlauen picked up his mission in this doomsday land like the surface of the moon, and began to gather all the survivors around him to gather together and prepare to do something.

Everyone knows that misfortunes never come alone. No one wants such unfortunate things to happen to themselves. Major Schlauen also doesn't want it, and he doesn't want it even more today.

But the cruel real world is always not transferred by people's subjective willpower. The cruel reality that is coming will always slap you in the face and make you unable to tell east, west, south, and north.

The roar of propellers whistling from the east in the sky immediately pulled Schlauen and his comrades, who had just climbed up from the edge of hell, back again.

"Air raid! Russian planes, so many bombers! Those are the ones in Figure 2!"

"Hide! Find a hide, quickly!"

No one would think of doing field air defense after suffering such a disaster, not to mention that there is no technical equipment for field air defense now, and it has been blown into hot steel twists. What the hell can you do? The MG34 general-purpose machine gun on the roof?

The Russian bomber formation was obviously well prepared. Major Schlauen was sure that these death vultures that devoured the corpses were heading for their own heavy armored unit.

Those 500 kg aerial bombs, let alone the Type 4 and Type 3 bombs, can blow up the Tiger King and shatter it without any problem if you throw one randomly, as long as it is not too far off.

If the distance is close enough and the throw is accurate enough, you may even have the opportunity to see the huge and bulky Tiger King being overturned on the ground by the 500 kg aerial bomb, with its head facing down. Such a scene is rare no matter where you are.

The terrible roar of the air raid and the violent explosion blocked everyone's hearing. Almost no one, including Major Schlauen, could hear clearly: the continuous gunfire coming from the east, not too far away, and the roar of the diesel engines that could only gather together after a certain number of them.

When Major Schlauen, who miraculously survived the air raid and survived again, raised his head again, the Russian steel beasts that were lined up in a row and came in a mighty manner had already crushed his face with the dust swept up behind them.

"We are done. It is all over now."