Steel Soviet Union

Battle of Time and Space Chapter 8: The Initial Victory

The 11th Army has been besieged in the Crimean Peninsula for three days.

Manstein never thought that the war situation would develop to this point one day. The incredible army commanded by the man named Malashenko had already killed all the German troops and positions, leaving them in pieces.

There are only a few German troops who have not been wounded or killed in battle, nor have they surrendered and been captured. The entire 11th Army has less than 30,000 combat troops left on its books.

But with the only 30,000 troops left, life was worse than death, like suffering in purgatory.

The Russians' vicious attacks seemed to be perceived by God. The German army's various material distribution centers, troop assembly points, operational starting positions, frontline ammunition depots and storage centers, and supply convoys were all destroyed repeatedly by the Russians without exception. Sexual blow.

I don’t know what that ammunition is called, but I just know that it shoots with unusual accuracy, as if it’s a fucking monster.

A large and slender artillery shell roared towards the sky, dragging fire in the sky. It only took one shot to blast the entire German army-level ammunition depot into the sky.

It looks like the warhead is at least one ton in power, and there seems to be no range limit at all. The Russians can hit wherever they want. The survival time of the German ammunition depot depends entirely on the mood of the man named Malashenko.

This situation has made it difficult for the 30,000 surviving German troops to survive in a literal sense, let alone their actual combat effectiveness.

No water, no food, no medical supplies

The Russians' outrageous precision strikes can even sink to the point where they can clear and monitor all large water supply points in the encirclement.

A new type of Russian aircraft that can hover and carries a large number of cannon rockets and unknown precision ammunition flies at a height of more than ten or even several meters above the ground, attacking in scattered directions like vultures wandering on the battlefield.

Whenever they saw any German soldiers carrying buckets on foot or driving to get water, they would immediately be bombarded with barrages. This weird thing flying in the sky was more powerful than the tanks running on the ground.

The German soldiers, who had never seen such a strange thing before, were frightened and terrified in front of its terrifying firepower. They were out of the protection range of the position's air defense and had no chance to deal with this terrifying "low-altitude demon". They had almost no chance to escape. It was beaten into pulp.

The teams that went out to fetch water never returned ten times out of ten, and the German troops trapped in the field positions were completely without water, or with thousands of people guarding one or two wells, there was not enough to drink.

A person can carry it without food, but without water it will really kill him, and he will definitely die quickly.

Marching and fighting, an extremely physical exercise, required a large amount of drinking water, but the Russians hit the German army's vital points precisely.

The nightmare of dehydration and collapse soon spread like a plague to the entire remnants of the 11th Group Army, from the grassroots soldiers to the middle-level headquarters. Now, even Manstein's headquarters has been affected.

"General, drink some water. You haven't had any water all day."

Manstein, whose lips were so dry that they were cracked, glanced at the water glass handed over by his staff, and then remembered the Russians' terrifying rumors of "low-altitude demons", and asked questions without taking the water glass.

"How much water do we have left?"

"There's not much left, General. There's about less than half a ton left. Because we didn't reserve drinking water in advance, and the Russians also specialize in targeting any container vehicle that can carry liquids. No matter it's a fuel truck or a water truck, they can't escape them. There are more and more serious telegrams from lower-level units about water shortages than about lack of food and medicine."

"Hey, how did the war end up like this? I don't understand, how did the Russians do it?"

The matter has come to this, and it is useless to say more.

No matter how much we say or do, it cannot change the fact that the Russians will definitely win this battle.

Manstein understood this very clearly.

To be honest, Manstein once suspected that he was like a primitive man fighting an army of tanks, planes and cannons with rocks.

It may sound exaggerated, but that's the reality right now.

The speed of death and destruction of the German army does not depend at all on what the German army does, but on Namalashenko's mood and willingness.

As long as he touches his lips, hundreds of thousands of German troops will be destroyed in endless flames and explosions in less than three minutes. This mouth is simply more "fluent in words" than the law of cause and effect weapon.

Manstein, who once ordered his troops to stand firm and wait for reinforcements, has been shaken. This kind of battle that completely breaks through cognition and imagination has no meaning in fighting anymore. You can fight however you want, but the result is already determined.

Only then did Manstein recall what Namalashenko had said to him a few days ago. It was really appropriate for this occasion.

"Give up resistance, a new era is coming, bow to despair."

Bow to despair.

Yes, now I really have to give in to despair.

Looking at the mysterious machine on the table that had not made any sound for a long time, he opened the desk again and glanced at the "Manstein's Personal Letter of Persuasion to Surrender" that had been delivered to the door precisely a few days ago.

Knowing that Malashenko has been teasing him, it's like playing with a monkey.

Manstein, who had deeply experienced the meaning of "the futility of resistance", now had to pay attention to the surrender letter that he had originally scorned.

Holding it in his hands again felt like it was as heavy as a thousand tons. After thinking for a long time, Manstein finally said the words that he didn't want to say anyway, but had to say after all.

"Surrender, tell those Russians, tell Malashenko, we surrender."

"But will the Führer allow it?"

The Führer has sent "War Supervision Telegrams" from Berlin many times, directly bypassing the Army Headquarters and Army Group Headquarters, shouting and giving orders to Manstein and Army Group Headquarters, and only ordered Manstein to "Army Group". The position moves five meters to the left."

He also hinted many times that Manstein must not surrender, and urgently transported the marshal's uniform, scepter, and medals by plane.

The implication is that the German army has never had a marshal to surrender, so you have to decide what to do.

In the original history, the "Paulus exclusive" treatment fell on Manstein's head a year in advance.

It's just that Manstein, who was completely unaware of this, would not act according to the Austrian corporal's wishes as a proud nobleman. When faced with his subordinate's questions, he answered directly without even thinking about it.

"It has nothing to do with the will of the Austrian corporal. This is our own choice. We are the Wehrmacht, loyal to Germany, not a political tool for someone to give orders."

"The fighting has reached the point where it is meaningless. There is no need to cause more casualties. Just execute the order and we will surrender immediately."

".Yes, General."

When rows of German troops walked out of their positions and performed French military salutes, each German general was forced to lower his proud head and sign the surrender document that Malashenko had prepared.

Malashenko, who didn't care about the enemy of this army group, was still dispatching a steady stream of "Earth's Strongest Slavic Legion" from the other side of the Gate of Time and Space.

Malashenko, who was not even interested in meeting Manstein himself, only wanted to do one thing now.

He spoke firmly to Iushkin, who had just met Manstein and completed the surrender ceremony.

"Instruct all the troops to continue the attack. This will be the first victory on our journey, and every inch of the motherland's land will be restored!"