Chapter 868 Want to Be a Frenchman?

A sudden shout was like thunder in the crowd. The German soldiers who were talking and laughing, resting, and busy were almost scared out of their wits. When they came to their senses, dozens of fierce Soviet heavy tanks had already run over their faces.

"Enemy attack! Fight, prepare for battle! Gather!"

The German Wehrmacht, which is worthy of its reputation of bravery and fighting, is still the elite Wehrmacht unit that is still there. It is completely incomparable with the Romanian army with poor combat effectiveness.

Even if they were run over by the steel enemy that was powerful enough to be described as terrible, the German officers who put down their work still blew the whistle in their necks and shouted loudly to assemble the troops. The German soldiers, who were as tightly organized and divided as cells in a living organism, immediately took action, took off the weapons on their backs, and quickly gathered in the direction of the commander.

Including the servants that Miss Dora brought with her and the troops temporarily recruited for security work, the number of German infantry that Malashenko had to face at this moment was close to the size of an infantry regiment. The force of less than 2,000 people was not an opponent that could be easily dealt with, not to mention that the opponent was the German army, which was the absolute main force, not the Romanians.

However, among these less than 2,000 German infantry, there were not many real combatants.

The less than 2,000 people included the precision measurement team that measured and laid tracks for Miss Dora, the engineering troops responsible for setting up artillery positions, the heavy artillery company responsible for firing and combat loading, the logistics and baggage troops responsible for transporting ammunition and spare parts, and a field air defense battalion that could barely be counted as a combatant sequence and was assigned exclusively to Miss Dora. (っ◔◡◔)っ

These non-combat or quasi-combat personnel accounted for nearly half of the total. Whether in terms of fighting will or tactical quality, they were far inferior to the regular field troops of the German front line. At best, they were only slightly better than the Romanians.

Malashenko, who was well aware of the situation, was not afraid of the Germans relying on their numbers to turn the tables. He had deployed his entire brigade and borrowed a light infantry battalion to accompany him. If he still couldn't deal with these half-baked Germans, it would be really fucking outrageous!

Under the loud orders of the officers, the German soldiers entered the defensive positions at the fastest speed that surpassed the Romanians.

This is the last guard position 300 meters away from Miss Dora. When digging this trench, no one thought of using it. In the Germans' habitual thinking, the Russians who were surrounded in the city could not rush out of the city to threaten the precious and powerful Miss Dora. The role of this guard position is just better than nothing.

Two simple trenches plus seven or eight criss-crossing communication trenches, where even the anti-tank gun positions were not dug in time, could withstand the Soviet steel torrent. Such a cold joke is probably not even believed by the sober German grassroots officers themselves.

But things have come to this point, there is no other way. The precious Miss Dora is definitely worth guarding with the honor and life of the soldiers!

Miss Dora, worth 7 million Reichsmarks, equivalent to 29.4 million US dollars, is more expensive and important than the lives of all the people present!

"Tanks, tanks! The damn Russians have brought their heavy tanks! We don't even have an anti-tank gun, what should we do!? Karl!"

Martin, a new recruit who had been in the army for less than a year, had hardly fought any decent tough battles.

When the Soviet army launched the spring offensive in Kharkov, Martin's unit happened to be in a position behind the German army group. They only heard the roar of artillery fire on the front line and the fierce fighting, but they never saw the shadow of the Russians from beginning to end.

By the time Martin's unit arrived at the war zone, the victory of the Second Battle of Kharkov had been firmly grasped by the German army.

The Soviet army's retreat was like last year's Operation Barbarossa, rushing across the vast grassland. Many German armored units that chased the Soviet army's fleeing troops to expand their victory were forced to stop and wait for fuel to be delivered from the rear because they ran out of fuel and could not supply it. The Soviet troops who were defeated and captured along the way were countless and innumerable.

As a newly built supplementary infantry division, Martin's unit was not well equipped, and could even be said to be very poor. There were not many trucks, and even the ammunition and other supplies were carried by livestock and horses stolen from Russian farmers. Martin, who was bullied a lot because of his status as a new recruit, was even sent to feed horses for more than half a month. The smell of horse urine all over his body was really uncomfortable.

Martin saw only Russian corpses and prisoners along the way. Because of the low level of mechanization and slow advance of his troops, except for fighting a few stragglers and guerrillas, he had been slowly hanging behind the main force and marching. From beginning to end, he never fought against the Soviet regular field troops that were rumored to be powerful.

When Martin arrived at the Stalingrad front and had not yet entered the city, he was pulled out with his good friend Karl and the entire infantry company he was in, and was sent to protect the newly arrived Miss Dora who was ready to be assembled, and to help the engineering corps with some physical work of assembling super weapons, and once again missed the opportunity to fight the Soviet army head-on.

If the story ends here, then the recruit Martin is obviously extremely lucky.

But what is extremely unfortunate is that the timeline Martin is currently in is a bit different from the timeline of normal historical trends. There is an additional Malashenko who is a traveler from another dimension.

Martin, who was accidentally implicated in the butterfly effect, would never have thought until his death that he could have survived to spend the rest of his life in West Germany after the war, but instead accidentally became East Germany because of Malashenko's arrival. People change the trajectory of their lives.

Karl, who was upset by the panicked Martin's question, was already timid, and naturally became even more irritable and dishonest. To be honest, he felt that running away as soon as possible was really the best idea at the moment.

"Idiot! What's the point of yelling at me! You idiot!"

Karl opened his mouth with an elegant and easy-going tone. As he finished speaking, he suddenly felt that it would be a shame to let Martin, a little brother who had always been subservient to him, really die in this damn place. The main thing is that he felt sorry for himself as the eldest brother. conscience.

Karl, whose head was spinning rapidly, saw that there was no one around. The nearest comrades were twenty steps away and their attention was not on his side at all. Then he immediately pressed down the helmet on Martin's forehead and pulled him away. After lowering his posture, he whispered into his ear and spoke.

"If you want to survive, be prepared! First, be prepared to run away at any time! If I tell you to run, throw away your gun and run immediately. Don't hesitate at all!"

"second"

The cautious Martin looked up and looked around again, and after confirming that no one was around, he lowered his head again and spoke in a lower voice.

"Want to be French?"

The young Martin looked confused and had no idea what he was talking about, so he could only give an honest answer subconsciously.

"I don't want to."

"Trust me, you'll figure it out quickly, so be prepared!"