Chapter 732: Battle of Crimea

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There is no roar of tanks, only muddy cold trenches, and the horrific howl of the Stuka bomber. If you do n’t look up at the sky above, you ca n’t see those advanced fighters and bombers, just like the first world The war is no different.
The soldiers used the same manual rifle type 30 years ago, and each time they fired, they had to pull the bolt to load the bullet. The only automatic weapon on the battlefield is a machine gun, which will knock down groups of soldiers to the ground every time they fire.
The cannon was aimed at a place more than ten kilometers away, accurately throwing large-caliber shells to the designated location, and then leaving one huge crater after another on the ground, emitting weak heat. The war here is backward and rigid compared to other places, but the war here is more cruel than other times. Yes, cruel, so cruel to despair.
A young German soldier carrying his Mauser 98k rifle slowly crawled through the mud. Although the cold feeling after the clothes were wet made him feel a little uncomfortable, he still lowered his head in the lowest way. To prevent his head from being hit by a bullet with a big fist.
He acted cautiously, crawling past the body of a Soviet Red Army soldier who was already cold, not far away from the body, and lying two German soldiers and a dozen Soviet soldiers, these poor dead half a day ago Just lying here, it is estimated that before the end of the war, they have to lie there obediently.
A bullet hit the mud next to the German soldier, splashing the mud and gravel, hitting the helmet of the German soldier, crackling. The young German soldier put a hand on the helmet and frowned and continued to crawl forward. His mission has not been completed yet, so he needs to stay here to play his life.
Behind him, a German engineer also crawled forward, and he was also careful, lest anything flying could hit him, and there were many detonators on his back. These detonators were weapons prepared for the future to open the attack path. .
The leading German soldier finally stopped and crawled forward. He pulled out a large tiger pliers from the kit behind him, and clamped the pliers' head on the thin wire fence. The Soviet Red Army soldiers across from it seemed to have found Someone here is trying to destroy their defense system, shooting crazy here.
The bullets hit around and made a jingle, and there were bullets hitting the surrounding bodies, the sound seemed very dull. No one cares about the sound of the bullets. People on the battlefield only care about whether the bullets will eventually hit themselves, or how far the targets of these bullets are from themselves.
"Cover!" A German soldier behind shouted loudly. With this shout, behind the attacking German soldiers, in a foxhole, a mg42 general machine gun responsible for covering them began to roar, beside the gun The smelter on the board jumped with the machine gun itself, looking very handsome.
With a relatively high rate of fire, this mg42 directly sprayed the rain of bullets, and the dense Soviet bullet hit the Soviet machine gun opposite to no sound. A white smoke rose from the Soviet machine gun position, which had just flaunted its power, and it was no longer clear that there were a few soldiers alive inside.
The shells of a German 150mm caliber heavy gun landed not far away, exploding the trenches into a huge crater. The loud explosion covered up all the sounds at once, leaving only endless buzz in the ears of nearby soldiers, and no other noisy sounds.
Taking advantage of this great opportunity, the young German soldier raised his head slightly, adjusted the position of his hands, and pressed the long support arm of the tiger pliers. With a subtle, clattering sound, a section of barbed wire was broken in two.
"Obstacle clearing! Blasting team! It's your turn!" The German soldier dropped his pliers and rolled to the side, lowering his entire body and hiding behind the body of a Soviet Red Army soldier. A bullet flicked across his buttocks, pierced through the box of gas masks hanging on his buttocks, and left a small round hole in it.
The German engineer carrying many blasting cartridges was like a mobile explosive magazine. He climbed to the edge of the barbed wire and took the other half of his tools from the soldiers behind him. Then he curled up and screwed the two blasting cartridges in Together, a longer water pipe-like device was formed.
The bullets flew around him, sometimes falling just a few centimeters away from him, but this engineer did not have unnecessary avoidance actions, but was dedicated to installing the blasting tube in his hand, and twisted it well. After that, I screwed it up again and made this blasting tube, which is similar to the water pipe, longer and longer.
In the end, this long blasting barrel had penetrated behind the barbed wire of the Soviet Union, where it was a minefield that had been discovered when attacked by German infantry and required demining operations. So this engineer was ordered to come here, so crazy to complete the assembly of the detonator.
In fact, the last few pieces of this detonator connected in series have no explosives at all, just the device used to push the detonator to the designated position, but the previous five or six pieces are all real real guys. The power of the explosion and Air bombs make little difference.
Pulling out a detonator from his mouth and inserting it into the detonator, the engineer loudly reminded his comrades to prepare: "Attention! Blast!" With the hysterical cry, he pressed hard The detonator energized in his arms, and the detonator pushed into the minefield by the iron tube began to explode.
The huge explosion set off a huge shock wave, the rising dust covered the sky, the scattered gravel hit the helmet with a crackling sound, the whole position shook with the huge explosion, the nearby few deep The piles of barbed wire buried in the soil were lifted out of the ground by terrible vibrations, scattered all over the place.
"Offensive! Offensive! The road has been opened!" While the ears were still buzzing, there were soldiers shouting loudly, and some German soldiers who were following climbed up from the ground, carrying their rifles and bending over Run quickly to the cleared gap, where the smoke is still diffused, the sight is not very clear.
The huge explosion cleared a deep pit about one meter on the ground, just like a trench dug in more than half, which provided good protection for the attacking German soldiers. A large number of German soldiers quickly took advantage of this silent moment Advance, and soon entered the trenches of the Soviet defenders.
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 wail. The second German soldier who rushed into the trench raised his hand and lost a grenade. Then there was another loud noise that shook the mountain. With the shrapnel flying, three or four Soviet Red Army soldiers collapsed in the trenches without moving.
Two German soldiers dragged their wounded comrades back to a safe position, and more German soldiers rushed into the trenches of the Soviet defenders, and there were sometimes dense and sometimes sparse gunshots. On the top of the trench, at the very top of a high ground, in a huge cement-built bunker, a cannon with a caliber of at least 210 mm was firing, and the flames and the loud noise made people feel chest tight.
Three artillery mirrors were lined up in a semi-underground bunker 3 km away. Several German senior staff were marking the place just occupied on the map. Instead of using artillery mirrors, Manstein stood at a fort and looked at the position where his troops were attacking with his naked eyes. Behind him, Marshal Brouchich's son Bi Gong stood respectfully and said nothing on his back.
"The speed is still a bit too slow. At this speed, it is not possible to let go of part of the Soviet Red Army in Shakhtar Donetsk ..." Looking at the steep on the Soviet position, several groups vacated With huge flames, Manstein was obviously a little dissatisfied with the speed of attack of the m group army under his command. After whispering, he walked back to the front of the map, gestured twice on the map with his hand, and shook his head again.
On his front, the Soviet Crimean defensive cluster commanded by Marshal Voroshirov is not a lot, and there is such a naval base here, the Russian Black Sea fleet always threatens some ports in Turkey, so whether it is in Strategically, or tactically, the Germans must first win military ports such as Sevastopol and Chi Ke in order to use the Black Sea as a transportation shortcut to the North Caucasus.
"There are no shortcuts to choose from. The natural geographical conditions here determine that we can only fight against these Soviets with bricks and bricks." Manstein went to the back of the crib and looked away from the distance. A large-caliber artillery shelled into a ruined fortress and said to Marshal Brouchich's son: "The head of state led us to take too many shortcuts, which made us almost forget the courage we should have as soldiers. Now, test our courage The time has come, here, we are face to face with the Soviets, the muzzle is facing the muzzle, the bayonet is facing the bayonet, and see who is the most powerful person in the world! "
He paused, then raised his mouth, and seemed to remember something interesting. In fact, he did think of an interesting thing: "Since I met Manstein, this Voroshirov He had to admit that he was out of luck. He is estimated to be the first marshal to be captured or killed in this war. When we get rid of him, go to the trouble of Tiemu Xinge! "