Steel Soviet Union

Battle of Time and Space Chapter 1: You are seeking death

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

As the commander of this battle, the proud Manstein was savoring the joy of the coming victory bit by bit. The protracted war on the Crimean Peninsula will come to a successful conclusion under his command. This kind of victory that can influence the entire war situation is exactly what Manstein dreamed 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 glorious victory."

As the saying goes, "One man can achieve the goal of a chicken or a dog ascending to heaven." Because of Manstein's good command, the battle was about to be won. Even the chief of staff beside him couldn't help but be happy, imagining that he would gain something in the foreseeable future. of victory and glory.

"Is the Russian evacuation continuing? How effective is the air force and artillery in stopping it?"

As the initiator of all this, Manstein did not have much thought or time to focus on a victory that was within easy reach but had not yet been achieved. He was more concerned about the war that was not yet over.

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

"The Soviet army has been completely defeated and retreated to Chseniso. This is their last line of defense."

"Our shelling of cities is constantly dismantling the enemy's defense and will to resist. At the same time, the air force's bombing has also dealt a huge blow to the enemy's maritime evacuation transportation lines."

"The Russians did not have enough evacuation ships and were forced to overload transports. Many soldiers were stranded on the upper decks, crowded and unprotected. Stuka pilots reported that there was not even a need to drop bombs, only a dive and strafing round , can eliminate a platoon of enemy soldiers at once, which is much more efficient than our ground offensive."

"Then let these "Meyer's servants" work harder. Such a good killing opportunity does not come randomly. Tell the Air Force to let them send as many planes as possible, including fighter bombers. They can break the Russians' ships. It’s best to kill as many people as possible even if you can’t sink them. You can’t let the Russians just be so comfortable——”

Woo——

Boom——

Manstein, who was still issuing orders one second before he could finish his words, heard a sudden scream that broke through the air and passed overhead in the next second.

Manstein, who was not sure what was going on, shrank subconsciously, and the chief of staff on the side made a gesture of rushing to protect him, thinking it was an enemy bombing or artillery attack.

But after a moment, no loud explosion was heard, only a huge impact sound, like the sound of a plane crashing but not exploding, echoing in the ears.

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

Manstein, who was startled by the huge impact, shouted loudly, and saw a second lieutenant rush into the room in a hurry.

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

"What!? You should tell me!"

"I don't know what this flying thing is. You'd better go and see it for yourself!"

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Manstein, who was completely confused, had exactly this intention. When the victory came to an end, he no longer needed to plan more military commands, so he could free up his hands to go and see the scene.

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

"It seems like, some kind of large ammunition?"

"It shouldn't be. Such a huge impact but no explosion. I feel like some kind of - experimental equipment?"

"Could it be that the Russian evacuation plane was too hasty and this thing fell from the sky without being properly attached?"

"Hey, can you please stop making wild guesses? I saw this thing spitting fire from its butt and rushing down from above my head. It almost scared me to death. I thought it was a meteor, but luckily 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, whose brows furrowed more and more tightly, stared at the thing in the pit, and was about to say something. He gave the order, but he didn't expect that the thing in the pit would move faster than his words.

Click——

! ?

squeak——

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

Seeing the unidentified metal debris in the pit that looked like some kind of large bomb moving, the entourage who mistakenly thought it was a Russian time bomb about to detonate was startled and hurriedly protected Manstein and was about to go there. After retreating hastily, a leisurely voice was heard coming from the pit.

"Hello, Manstein, you are welcome to attend your own funeral in person. In other words, 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 running far away and hurried towards the entourage who was protecting him. They ordered.

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

"this"

"Execute the order! Go quickly!"

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

After a lot of busy work, the results were finally achieved, but what no one expected was that what was really pulled out of the wreckage was neither a person nor an explosive, but a huge machine that was intentionally protected, even when it fell. The impact did not cause any damage to a machine the size of a shell box.

"What the hell is this thing? Some kind of gramophone? A Russian prank? To scare us?"

"I don't know. The engineers have already checked it. This thing is not a bomb. It seems to be some kind of communication equipment. Why don't we turn on the power and have a look first? There might be new discoveries. What do you think? General."

Manstein, who was asked for his opinion by the chief of staff, frowned for a moment, put his hand on his chin and looked at the big iron lump carefully again, and after thinking about it again and again, he finally gave the order.

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

The chief of staff immediately called for help. The machine could easily find the exposed power cord interface, and it was not difficult to power it on.

But he didn't expect that the machine would suddenly make a sound the moment it started running automatically after being powered on. It was the same familiar but somewhat old-fashioned German language that had been heard once before, which shocked everyone present.

"How dare you set foot on the land I protect, you are asking for death, Manstein."

"I am Marshal of the Soviet Union Dimitri Drukovich Malashenko. No matter which rat hole you and your bunch of scumbags crawled out from, Manstein, I will send you away. Go back to where you belong - hell."

"Survival or destruction, surrender or escape, this is the only question you need to make a choice now. Any resistance will be regarded as a provocation, and all provocations will eventually be humanely destroyed. Think carefully and make a choice, Manstein Because, I look forward to having a drink at your grave today.”