Chapter 3260: Trans-Time and Space Battle You Are Courting Death

Chapter 1 of the Battle of Space and Time: You are courting your own death

In the summer of 1942, the entire Sevastopol had been burned red by the flames of war and was about to fall.

As the commander of this battle, the complacent Manstein was savoring the joy of the upcoming victory bit by bit. The long-delayed Crimean Peninsula war will come to a successful conclusion under his command. This kind of victory that can influence the entire war situation is exactly what Manstein dreams of.

"The soldiers have begun to spread rumors, General. Many people say that you will be promoted to marshal after this battle. This will be a brilliant victory."

As the saying goes, "One person's success will bring success to all the people in the family." Manstein commanded well and the battle was about to win. Even the chief of staff beside him was overjoyed and fantasized about the glory of victory that would be harvested in the foreseeable future.

"Is the Russian evacuation still going on? How effective are the air force and artillery in blocking it?"

As the initiator of all this, Manstein does not have much time and energy to focus on a victory that is within reach but has not yet been achieved. He is more concerned about the war that has not yet been completed.

Hearing Manstein staring at the map on the table in front of him and studying it while asking questions, the chief of staff beside him immediately returned to normal and spoke immediately.

"The Soviet army has retreated to Ksenisso, which is their last line of defense."

"Our bombardment of the city is constantly undermining the enemy's defense and resistance. At the same time, the air force's bombing has also dealt a great blow to the enemy's sea evacuation transportation line."

"The Russians do not have enough evacuation ships and are forced to overload transportation. Many soldiers are stranded on the upper deck, crowded with people, without any protection. The Stuka pilots reported that they did not even need to drop bombs, and only needed a round of dive strafing to eliminate a platoon of enemy soldiers at a time. This is much more efficient than our ground offensive. "

"Then let these "Meyer's servants" work harder. Such a good killing opportunity is not easy to come by. Tell the Air Force to send as many planes as possible, fighters and bombers are fine. It would be best if they can destroy the Russians' broken ships. Even if they can't sink them, they must kill as many people as possible. We can't let the Russians be so comfortable-"

Woo--

Boom--

Manstein, who was still giving orders in the last second, had not finished speaking. In the next second, a sharp whistle suddenly came and passed over his head.

Manstein, who didn't know what happened, subconsciously shrank his body. The chief of staff next to him pretended to rush up to protect him, thinking it was an enemy bombing or artillery attack.

But in a flash, there was no explosion, only a huge crash, like the sound of a plane crashing but not exploding.

"What's going on? What happened? Report the situation!"

Manstein, startled by the huge crash, shouted loudly, and a lieutenant rushed into the room in a hurry.

"General, outside-outside, one by one. One by one."

"One what!? Tell me!"

"One flying thing I don't know what it is. You should go and see it yourself!"

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Manstein, who was completely confused, had this in mind. At this moment of great victory, there was no need to plan more military commands, and he could just free up his hands to go to the scene to take a look.

When Manstein actually arrived at the crash site, he found that the problem was not with the stuttering and incoherent lieutenant, because the thing that fell into the pit in front of him didn't even know what it was.

"It seems to be some kind of large ammunition?"

"It shouldn't be. Such a big impact force but no explosion. I feel like it's some kind of-test equipment?"

"Could it be that the Russian evacuation plane left too hastily and dropped this thing from the sky without hanging it firmly?"

"Hey, don't guess blindly, okay? I saw this thing with its butt spitting fire and rushing down from my head. I was almost scared to death at the time. I thought it was a meteor, but fortunately it didn't kill me."

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Listening to the soldiers at the crash site talking about what happened not long ago, Manstein, with his brows furrowed, stared at the thing in the pit. He was about to say something to give an order, but he didn't expect that the thing in the pit moved faster than his mouth.

Click--

! ?

Squeak——

"No! Get out of here! Protect the general!!!"

Seeing the unidentified metal wreckage in the pit that looked like some kind of large bomb moving, the accompanying personnel who mistakenly thought it was a Russian time bomb about to explode were shocked and hurriedly protected Manstein and were about to retreat. In a hurry, they heard a leisurely voice coming from the pit.

"Hello, Manstein, welcome to your own funeral in person. Or rather, this is the collective funeral of the entire Nazi 11th Army."

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Manstein was startled by the clear German voice that suddenly came from the wreckage. He subconsciously thought that there was someone in the wreckage. He came to his senses before he ran far away and hurriedly ordered the accompanying personnel who were protecting him.

"No! That's not a bomb. Go and see what's in the wreckage!"

"This"

"Follow the order! Go!"

"Yes, General, I'll go right away."

After all the hard work, there was finally a result, but what no one expected was that the object that was actually taken out of the wreckage was neither a person nor explosives, but a machine the size of a shell box that was intentionally protected and not damaged at all even by the huge impact of the fall.

"What exactly is this thing? Some kind of phonograph? A Russian prank? Deliberately scaring us?"

"I don't know, the engineers have checked it. This thing is not a bomb, but seems to be some kind of communication equipment. Otherwise, turn it on and see, maybe there will be new discoveries, what do you think, General?"

Manstein, who was asked for advice by the chief of staff, frowned slightly, held his chin with his hand and looked at the big iron lump again, and finally gave an order after thinking it over again and again.

"Okay, turn on the power, first-try it."

The chief of staff who received the order immediately called people to come forward to work on it. This machine can easily find the exposed power cord interface, so it is not difficult to turn it on.

But I didn't expect that the machine would suddenly make a sound when it started to run automatically after being powered on. It was the familiar and slightly old German that everyone had heard once before, which scared everyone present.

"You dare to set foot on the land I protect, you are courting death, Manstein."

"I am Soviet Marshal Dimitri Drukovich Malashenko. No matter which rat hole you and your group of Nazi scum crawled out of, Manstein, I will send you back to your hometown - hell."

"To survive or to perish, to surrender or to escape, this is the only choice you need to make now. Any resistance will be regarded as provocation, and all provocations will eventually be humanely destroyed. Think carefully and make a choice, Manstein, I look forward to having a drink in front of your grave this day next year."