My Third Empire

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Among the ruins, the role of the tank is infinitely narrowed. These steel behemoths galloping on the plains become inflexible stupid fat men in cities with piles of ruins, and will be easily destroyed by people. At the corner of a certain intersection.

But even so, the tank still has its inherent room for play in the city. Whether it is when defending the street or when launching an assault, with and without tank support are completely different results. So even if it is known that tanks will fall into a disadvantaged situation in urban street fighting, sending tanks to participate in the offensive and defense in street fighting can still achieve good results.

Do n’t underestimate any kind of killing weapon, and do n’t overestimate any kind of killing weapon. They are just weapons. No matter where they are used, whether they are suitable or inappropriate, they can kill people. The only difference is which weapon is more convenient for Huang Jingxia to kill, while the remaining weapons are slightly inconvenient at this time.

So do n’t be superstitious about saying that the submarine is the nemesis of the aircraft carrier, because the injustice of the commander of hundreds of submarines sunk by the **** carrier proves the fact that the aircraft carrier is also the killer of the submarine; do n’t make sure that the tank is not suitable In street fighting, because even if there are a thousand ways to destroy tanks in street fighting, it has at least one way to kill people who want to destroy it.

Superstitions on weapon performance are just words from a group of military enthusiasts in the peaceful era. What kind of state is on the battlefield, only God and those who have experienced the war personally will know. There is no need to pray, cowardice or madness, because no matter what, you may lose your life in the next second.

You have to fight with a pistol and fight with a dagger. In addition to surrendering to be a captive, fighting is the only option. Whether you are holding a poor revolver or driving A main battle tank with an intelligent computer.

The arrogant American Apache helicopter was eventually shot down by a group of farmers carrying rp47s carrying ak47s and ak47s; the enemies faced by soldiers armed with lances carrying rifles and carrying grenades were supported by satellite data links The unmanned attack aircraft. No one stipulates that only weapons that are stronger than opponents can win the war, because the rules of war are only one without rules!

I do n’t know who first became accustomed to crushing opponents with weapons: when the opponent only has a large spear, he must have a musket rifle; when the opponent uses a rifle, he must have a bolt rifle in his hand. And the submachine gun; the opponents finally used the rifle machine gun, but found that the tank armored car was driving across.

Then? When the weapons and equipment are the same, people's subconscious will not fight anymore? Or does it mean that everyone can't stand the death of thousands of people and dare not face the price of victory? No matter what people think today, it is a pity that in the ruins of Stalingrad in 1939, the soldiers of both sides did not have these inexplicable ideas in mind.

The Soviet infantry who escaped the flames in the trenches had no time to complain about why the Germans had such advanced weapons, and the German soldiers who were pulling the bolts to put their bullets on the barrel of the gun had no time to think about why the Soviets were so tenacious. They just repeat their most efficient movements, to kill their enemies most efficiently.

When the German soldier ’s head was shattered by bullets and blood splashed on the clothes of his companion ’s face, God did not save him from death by wearing a tactical vest and carrying an mp-44 assault rifle; when the Soviet infantry was facing the tank When the bullets in the barrel of the gun were burned out and eventually sifted by the tank's heading machine gun, God did not let him go because there was only one bayonet in his hand.

The tracks of the leopard fire-breathing tank slowly ran over one body after another, from German soldiers to Soviet soldiers. The body of a Ukrainian soldier who had just lost his position was also inserted with a bayonet-mounted Mosinagan rifle. The young Ukrainian youth who had just been stabbed by two Soviet soldiers still looked stubbornly forward.

A German grenadier jumped into the trench as the leopard tank progressed. He saw two soldiers who had died together with bayonets, as well as young Ukrainians who had drained blood. He walked up to the young man with the g43 semi-automatic rifle and stretched out his palms with black gloves to help the young man cover his eyes.

From the beginning of the battle until the gunshots on the battlefield were gradually sparse, the Soviets did not gain an inch of their lost territory. However, on the positions controlled by both sides a few hours before the battle, the bodies of thick soldiers were now piled up. These corpses piled up on top of each other in ruins, and they looked like hills of corpses.

"Collect ammunition on the corpse as much as possible!" A company commander carrying a Mauser 98k rifle passed this trench and reminded his men loudly that he would patrol the position he was responsible for, so that he was close to the nearby The terrain has an intuitive understanding. The streets here can no longer be called streets, and the buildings here have long disappeared ... The map in hand has become a useless display, and many things cannot be arranged in advance. The grassroots commanders can only arrange the corresponding on-site Tactics.

He looked at the German machine gun position that was originally suppressed by the Soviet machine gun, and then pointed to another more concealed and backward position, and arranged the first fire support point of the German army: "Build a machine gun position there! Attention! Covertly, don't fire easily. "

Just as the company commander was pointing the rivers and mountains here, a roaring sound suddenly appeared in the sky, and everyone with their helmets retracted into the trenches. This subconscious reaction has penetrated into everyone ’s bone marrow, so these actions The finish is very natural, and even has a chic taste.

Then on the Soviet Red Army position in the distance, one shell after another fell, the building shook in the flames of explosion and smoke, and the earth shook in the sound of explosions one after another. After all, the German shelling was only a few hundred meters away from the soldiers on their front.

Some of the dust caused by the explosion and the splashed rubble were even brought to the German position by the shock wave. Everyone held their breaths and narrowed their eyes, waiting for this grand shelling feast to pass. With the continuous advancement of the German troops, this large-scale artillery bombardment became denser and more precise. On the contrary, the Soviet artillery became more and more moan-like.

The Soviet artillery position on the other side of the Volga River was already ravaged by countless German aircraft bombings. After all, the existence of this army of dares to challenge the German pilots under this sky has not yet appeared, and the German Air Force ’s ground attack The means are also very diverse.

The Soviet defenders who lost the artillery group on the other side of the Volga River eventually lost their advantages in repeated artillery battles. With the arrival of German large-caliber artillery, the German artillery near Stalingrad has formed a battle against the Soviets. Artillery advantage. And this accumulated advantage has now become an overwhelming force, gradually affecting the ending of the Stalingrad street battle.

"Boom!" A shell fell exactly at the corner of a building that had collapsed in half. The huge explosion caused the already crumbling building to lose its last supporting structure. As the floors on the second and third floors fell, the outer wall began to spread out and eventually buried the Soviet troops underneath.

Farther away, close to the banks of the Volga River, where there are wreckage of scrapped Soviet tanks, the parts inside have long been emptied to repair tanks in better condition. The wreckage attracted a lot of German Air Force ammunition, and eventually rusted and corroded into a cemetery on the bank of the river like a ghost field.

A cannonball landed here, rolling the sand on the beach to a height of a dozen floors. Many civilians who were fetching water on the beach were hit by the shrapnel of the cannonball, and the rest were used to lying down. He fell to the ground, waiting for the intensive shelling to pass.

Küchler may have been really anxious, so this time the German shelling from all sides continued for a full 5 minutes, and the calm city had already been restored. Once again, a ray of thick smoke rolled out, but for the entire Stalingrad In general, there are not many places for smoking ...

"This group of artillery bastards, have taken the wrong medicine?" The German company commander stood up from the trench while flapping the dust. He cursed at the friendly army who was suddenly shelled and grabbed the telescope in front of his chest. To the position opposite.

The thick smoke there hadn't dispersed, and the shells might have hit an abandoned truck, so that the truck that had burned only the frame was now burning again, and there were fewer towering buildings on the Soviet position. Some, this makes it easier for the Germans to look out before the attack.

"If I were a Soviet, I might have surrendered at this time." The company commander put down his telescope and whispered softly, "make your own city like this. If you continue to fight, you will really have nothing left." . "

"Boo!" Before he finished speaking, he was hit in the neck by a bullet that hit him from the opposite side. Everyone around him shrank his neck subconsciously, and the hysterical shouts became the last memory of the German company commander: "Sniper! Enemy sniper! The lieutenant (company commander) was shot! "

The gunshots of revenge began to sound, and the battle still needed to continue ...