Chapter 2014 After Death

"It's useless, General. I'm dying. Don't call anyone over. Go save those who can still be saved. I won't live for more than a few minutes."

Soldiers, especially veterans who have been through many battles, have basically seen all kinds of scenes of separation and death, and people dying.

The chief of staff is like this, and so is Manteuffel.

So it's not just the chief of staff who knows that he's dying. The feeling of his life force fading away so quickly and even having difficulty speaking is really too familiar. It's just that this familiar feeling was only seen from the perspective of an observer in the past, and it happened to others.

Now that it's really my turn, I can only say that this feeling of my body cooling down quickly, my eyelids getting heavier, and even speaking becoming increasingly difficult at a visible speed is really despairing.

Manteuffel, who was holding the chief of staff with his entire right hand soaked in blood, knew that this man was probably not going to be saved, and it would be difficult to change the outcome even if a medic arrived immediately. Moreover, after being bombed by the Russians, who knows how many meters away the surviving medical soldiers are from the frontier command post.

"We have no hope of winning, General. I know I know this is a depressing statement, but you have to understand that not only this battle, but also the entire war, our motherland, and the head of state will face failure."

"Live, I beg you to live. Only by living can you create and change the future. A dead person like me can't do anything. Don't regret it when you are like me. You must live! Live until the end of the war! No matter which way, this is meaningful"

Before he finished speaking, the chief of staff, whose wound had turned from blood gushing like a fountain to blood dripping, had already died.

Dying on the battlefield due to excessive blood loss is already a relatively merciful way to die. Although this will make people slowly feel the gradually cold despair before death, at least there is still one or two minutes to explain the last words, which is something that many unlucky people who were bombed into pieces by a cannon would like to do.

The chief of staff, who never waited for the medic until his death, was gone. Manteuffel, who said nothing and whose face was as black as the bottom of a pot, put down the body in his arms and just raised his head to look at the scene outside along the half-collapsed ruins.

On the position, the Soviet mechanized cluster that broke through the artillery barrage blockade seemed to have rushed in.

The German front-line troops, which were bombed by more than 2,000 Katyusha rockets in ten seconds, had no chance of resisting this group of armored beasts that came out of the artillery fire.

The Soviet army did not simply deploy armored units without infantry, as seen from the telescope not long ago.

Those Soviet armored vehicles that looked like "small-headed T43 medium tanks" and didn't know what they were, after arriving in front of the position, spit out tons of Russian infantry one after another. The scene of releasing the infantry was as amazing as a magic trick of a beast defecating.

These Soviet infantrymen, who, with the protection of fully enclosed armor and the high mobility of this medium-tank-like armored vehicle, safely crossed the artillery blockade line along with their own armored units, have now become the life-reapers of the German infantrymen who survived the hellish bombardment on the battlefield.

Manteuffel, who picked up the telescope again, could see that those Soviet infantrymen were not ordinary Soviet infantrymen, but almost all of them were holding the rumored new Russian guns that were similar in positioning to their own STG44, but the actual performance might be even better.

It seems that these assault soldiers who rushed to the front were all wearing steel plate bulletproof vests for protection.

Manteuffel saw through the telescope that a Soviet assaulter holding that new assault rifle was first shot by a German submachine gunner at a distance of dozens of meters.

But he just rolled over and fell into the trench at his feet, and then stood up again in less than three seconds. He also shot the German assault rifleman who thought he had killed the enemy and diverted his attention. He didn't expect it at all. He shot him in a short burst and smashed his head.

Even more outrageous was that a German rifleman holding a bayoneted 98K took the opportunity to rush up from the blind spot of the trench to kill him, but he didn't expect that the experienced Soviet assaultman leaned sideways and dodged slightly backward. The bayonet that was originally aimed at his neck and had been stabbed out with force had no time to adjust, and it stabbed directly into the chest steel plate of the Soviet assaultman.

Manteuffel couldn't hear any sound from the long distance, but he estimated that it should be a sharp and crisp sound caused by the collision and friction of metal.

The Soviet assaultman, who was not injured at all after the ineffective attack, did not give the enemy a chance to retract the bayonet and stab a second time.

The right hand that released the rifle grip had already reached for the pistol holster on his waist when he dodged backward.

By the time the bayonet hit the breastplate and the attack was ineffective, the Soviet assaulter had already pulled out the Tokarev pistol he carried with him from the holster, and without saying a word, he raised his hand and aimed at the German rifleman in front of him who was still thinking about putting away his gun and finishing off the enemy.

After a cloud of blood immediately burst out from his back, the last thing Manteuffel saw was the figure of his own rifleman falling on his back, and the Soviet assaulter who had killed two people without taking a breath and bent over to pick up his weapon.

"What kind of Russians are these? Who are they? Stalin's personal guard???"

It's okay that the armored forces are difficult to deal with and have extremely fierce firepower. At most, this shows that these Russians are well-equipped and are an elite armored division with excellent equipment.

But your artillery and tanks are awesome, why are your infantry so fucking awesome?

Manteuffel had read the Stalingrad combat reports and memories written by surviving German soldiers. He felt that the vicious Soviet plate armored assault teams in Stalingrad described in those reports were already quite powerful. But now he felt that "how come these people are even more powerful than those in the Stalingrad reports?" He felt so depressed and uncomfortable.

Whether Manteuffel was willing to admit it or not, the one-sided battle was one-sided and was still intensifying. It would not change because of his personal subjective will.

Seeing that the infantry had penetrated deep into the German positions and began to advance further, Malashenko was not idle. He grabbed the transmitter at hand and spoke loudly.

"All vehicle crews, keep up! Provide firepower cover, and pay attention to friendly fire!"

Behind a large group of elite infantrymen who were leading the way and penetrating everywhere, there was also a large group of various iron bastards.

Heavy tanks, infantry fighting vehicles, and even the follow-up second wave of attack troops prepared by Malashenko also rushed up.

T43 medium tanks loaded with external infantry joined the battle, all kinds of direct artillery firepower and heavy machine gun barrages flew everywhere, and even the ISU152 self-propelled artillery with a bloody mouth, which seemed to be able to eat people in the eyes of the terrified German army, also pushed forward.

There were turtles crawling all over the subway, and the firepower was so strong that as soon as you showed your head, you would be guaranteed to be rewarded with a grenade with a minimum caliber of 85 mm.

This is the most real situation faced by the remaining German infantry on the battlefield.

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