Chapter 731

There is no tank roar, only muddy and cold trenches, and the terrible howl of Stuka bombers. If you don't look up at the sky above you, you can't see those advanced fighters and bombers, it's no different from the first World War.

Soldiers use the same manual bolt rifles as they used 30 years ago, and every time they fire, they have to pull the bolt to load the bullet. The only automatic weapon on the battlefield is the machine gun, which will bring groups of soldiers to the ground with each firing.

The cannon aimed at the place more than ten kilometers away, accurately dropped the large caliber shells to the designated position, and then left one huge crater after another on the ground, emitting weak heat. The war here is more backward and rigid than that in other places, but the war here is more cruel than that in other times. Yes, cruel, cruel to despair.

A young German soldier was carrying his Mauser 98K rifle, crawling slowly in the mud. Although the cold feeling from wet clothes made him feel uncomfortable, he still lowered his head in the lowest way to avoid a fist hole in his head by flying bullets.

He moved cautiously, crawling past the corpse of an already cold Soviet Red Army soldier. Not far away from the corpse, there were two German soldiers and a dozen Soviet soldiers lying here. These poor dead people had been lying here half a day ago. It was estimated that they would have to lie here before the end of the war.

A bullet hit the soil beside the German soldiers, splashed soil and gravel, hit the German soldiers' helmets, crackling. The young German soldier put his hand on the helmet, frowned and continued to crawl forward. His task has not been completed, so he needs to stay here to play.

Behind him, a German engineer also crawled forward. He was also careful not to be hit by anything coming. He was also carrying many detonators on his back. These detonators were prepared for opening up the attack road later.

The leading German soldier finally stopped and crawled forward. He took out a large-sized vice from the tool kit behind him and clamped the head of the vice to the thin wire fence. It seemed that the Red Army soldiers across the way found that someone was trying to destroy their defense system and shot at it crazily.

Bullets hit around, made a jingling sound, there are bullets hit around the body, the sound is very dull. No one cares about the sound of bullets. On the battlefield, people only care about whether the bullets will eventually hit themselves, or how far away they are from their targets.

"Cover!" A German soldier behind him cried out. With this cry, behind these attacking German soldiers, in a foxhole, a mg42 general machine gun, which was responsible for covering them, began to roar. The ammunition on the side of the gun started to beat with the machine gun itself. It looked very handsome.

With its high firing speed, the gun spewed out a barrage of bullets, and the Soviet machine gun opposite was silenced with dense bullets. There was a white smoke rising from the Soviet machine gun position which was still swaggering just now. It was hard to see how many soldiers were still alive inside.

A German 150 mm heavy artillery shell landed not far away, blowing a huge crater not far away from the trench. All of a sudden, the huge explosion covered up all the sounds. The soldiers nearby only left an endless hum in their ears, and there was no other noise.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the young German soldier slightly raised his head, adjusted the posture of his hands, and pressed the long support arm of the vice. With a click, a barbed wire broke in two.

"Clear the way! Blasting team! It's your turn! " The German soldier dropped his pincers, rolled aside, lowered his whole body and hid behind the body of a Soviet Red Army soldier. A bullet passed his ass and penetrated the box with the gas mask hanging on his ass, leaving a small round hole in it.

The German engineer with many blasting barrels on his back is like a moving explosive magazine. He climbs to the edge of the barbed wire and takes the other half of his tools from the soldiers behind him. Then he curls up and twists the two blasting barrels together to form a longer device similar to a water pipe.

The bullet flew around him, and sometimes it landed only a dozen centimeters away from him. However, the engineer did not have any unnecessary evasive action. Instead, he concentrated on installing the blasting cylinder in his hand. Once it was screwed, he screwed on another one, making the blasting cylinder which was not much different from the water pipe longer and longer.

Finally, the long blasting barrel had penetrated behind the Soviet barbed wire, which was a minefield that had been detected when the German infantry attacked, and needed to be cleared. That's why the engineer was ordered to come here and madly completed the assembly of the detonator.

In fact, there is no explosive in the last few sections of this detonator in series. It's just a device used to push the detonator to the designated position. However, the first five or six sections are real guys. The power of explosion is almost the same as that of an air bomb.

Taking out a detonator from his mouth and inserting it into the detonating device, the engineer loudly reminded his comrades to be ready: "attention! Blast With the hysterical cry, he pressed the electrified detonator in his arms, so the detonator pushed by the iron tube into the minefield began to explode. The huge explosion set off a huge shock wave, and the dust raised covered the sky. The splashing gravel made a crackling sound on the helmet. The whole position was shaken with the huge explosion. Several wire netting piles buried in the soil nearby were lifted out of the ground by the terrible vibration and scattered all around“ Attack! Attack! The road has been opened up! " When the ears are still buzzing, some soldiers shout loudly. Some German soldiers who follow them get up from the ground, carry their rifles, bend down and quickly run to the gap that has been cleared out. There is still smoke and heat, and their vision is not very clear. The huge explosion cleared a deep pit of about one meter on the ground, just like a trench with more than half of it dug, which provided good protection for the attacking German soldiers. A large number of German soldiers quickly advanced in this silent moment and soon entered the trench of the Soviet garrison. The first German soldier who rushed into the trench was shot in the shoulder by a Soviet soldier on one side, and fell to the ground with a whine. The second German soldier who rushed into the trench raised his hand and dropped a grenade. Then he heard a huge sound of shaking the ground and mountains. With the shrapnel flying, three or four Soviet Red Army soldiers fell in the trench and did not move. Two German soldiers hurriedly dragged the wounded comrades back to their safe positions. More German soldiers rushed into the trenches of the Soviet garrison, and there were sometimes dense and sometimes sparse gunshots. And above the trench, at the top of a high ground, in a huge concrete bunker, a gun with a diameter of at least 210 mm is firing, and the fire and loud noise are making people feel oppressive. Three artillery mirrors were placed in a semi underground bunker three kilometers away. Several German senior staff officers were marking the place they had just occupied on the map. Instead of using the artillery mirror, Manstein stood at a crenel and surveyed the position his troops were attacking with his naked eyes. Behind him, marshal blauchich's son stood there respectfully, with his hands behind his back, silent“ The speed is still a little too slow. Maybe we should let go some of the Red Army in Donetsk... "Looking at the huge flames rising on the steep slope of the Soviet position, Manstein was obviously dissatisfied with the attack speed of his M group army. After a murmur, he went back to the front of the map, made two strokes on the map with his hand, and shook his head. In front of him, there are not a lot of troops in the Kremlin defense cluster under the command of Marshal voroshrov of the Soviet Union, and there is such a naval base across here. The Russian Black Sea fleet has always threatened part of Turkey's ports. Therefore, both strategically and tactically, the German army must first win Sevastopol and Chek, We can use the Black Sea as a shortcut to reach the north Caucasus“ There is no shortcut to choose from. The natural geographical conditions here determine that we can only compete with these Soviets for the ownership of this place brick by brick. " Manstein went to the back of the crenels, looked at the fortress which had been blasted into ruins by the German large caliber artillery in the distance, and said to the son of Marshal brauchich: "the Fuehrer led us to take so many shortcuts that we almost forgot the courage we should have as soldiers. Now, it's time to test our courage. Here, we are face-to-face with the Soviets, gun to gun, bayonet to bayonet. Let's see who is the most powerful person in the world! " After a pause, he raised the corner of his mouth. It seemed that he thought of something interesting. In fact, he did think of an interesting thing: "since he is against my Manstein, this voroshrov has to admit his bad luck. He is estimated to be the first marshal to be captured or killed in this war. When we get rid of him, we'll go to the trouble of timoshinger! "