The Rise of the Third Reich

Major General Carol Rommel staggered out of the underground bunker. His head and face were covered with ash, his military uniform looked a bit dirty, and he was no longer as handsome as before.

The strong smell of gunpowder smoke hit his face, causing him to cough. His ears buzzed, and he vaguely heard the heart-stopping shouts of "Ula! Ula! Ula!" mixed with the sound of rolling tank tracks. "Crack" sound.

"Get into position!"

"Quick, quick, quick! The Russians are coming!"

He heard someone shouting heartbreakingly in Polish. They should be a few company commanders and platoon commanders who were knighted by King William not long ago... They haven't realized that they are dead yet, William's knights, It has to be exchanged with life!

Carol Rommel gave a bitter smile. They were bound to die, so how could he survive? I hope that my sacrifice has some value, and that there will be people in Poland in the future who will be proud of their sacrifice.

Carol Rommel, who was thinking about resisting to the end, unknowingly arrived at his command position - a reinforced concrete fortification covered with soil disguised as a mound. It was connected to the core bunker of the fortress with a traffic trench. It was also the only place where there were Seize the place to withstand B-4 howitzer bombardment.

"Judgment Day! Judgment Day is coming! I saw God and He was very angry..."

When Carol Rommel walked into the command fortification, he saw a young man whose face was slightly blackened by gunpowder smoke and whose eyes were red, shouting like crazy. This person should be the observation sentry who was left outside the core bunker during the Soviet shelling just now. He was frightened crazy by the fierce Russian shelling.

"Take him away, take him away, put him in a solitary room!" Carol Rommel waved his hand and had people pull the lunatic away from the position. Morale is already bad enough now, but don't let him cause trouble for everyone anymore.

The madman pulled away, and no one shouted "Judgment Day" or any other myth, but the shouts of "Ula! Ula!" were getting closer and closer.

Carol Rommel found an observation port, raised his telescope and looked outside. I saw more than a dozen T-34 tanks lined up on the battlefield, followed by Soviet soldiers. I don't know how many there were, all shouting "Ula! Ula!".

I don’t know how many 50mm cannons can be fired? When Carol Rommel thought of this, the sound of "boom, boom, boom" of artillery was heard from the front line. Then I saw clouds of smoke rising around the T-34 tanks, but after the smoke dissipated, every tank looked intact.

"Damn it, the Soviet tanks haven't even entered the range yet!" Carol Rommel immediately understood what was going on. The people on a battalion-level defensive position that was about to be attacked in the front had probably been blown away by the Soviet artillery, and they couldn't even measure distance. The T-34 opened fire before it entered the effective range of the 50mm anti-tank gun. Doesn't this expose the target?

Sure enough, as soon as several 50mm anti-tank guns on the Polish army's position opened fire, the Soviet tanks and infantry immediately stopped advancing. Carol Rommel knew that this was a precursor to bombardment with B-4 howitzers.

Since these B-4s have already arrived very close to the frontier, they are only 1,500-5,000 meters away from the 50mm guns that just fired. Although it is not guaranteed to hit the target (direct aiming is only guaranteed at 400 meters), concentrated fire coverage is still enough to achieve it.

"Boom! Boom!"

The B-4 bombardment began. Looking through Carol Rommel's telescope, the several 50mm gun positions that had just been fired had been submerged in huge smoke and dust, and several mushroom clouds had also risen. Although each 50mm anti-tank gun is protected by a reinforced concrete bunker, the 203mm shells are still enough to destroy it.

After a burst of earth-shaking shelling, the shouts of "Ula! Ula!" were a little louder than before, and the tracks of the T-34 tank also started rolling.

Major General Carol Rommel knew that the hard battle would soon begin!

And he also knew that the Tresbol Fortress, which looked extremely strong, could not be defended at all! This fortress and dozens of other ring fortresses were nothing more than cannon fodder fortresses used to reduce the strength of the Soviet army's attack.

As the guardian of the fortress, Carol Rommel knew that his final fate would be either to die here or to undergo labor reform in the ice and snow of Siberia.

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"Get up, slaves who are hungry and cold! Get up, people who are suffering all over the world! The blood in your heart is already boiling..."

Curtis Emerson Li Mei walked tiredly, leaning on a wooden stick, and walked in the hot and dry sand for an unknown amount of time. Finally, he had a hallucination... Li Mei heard someone playing the Internationale on a loudspeaker!

This must be an illusion! it's out of the question! Li Mei thought to herself. Yesterday he parachuted to the ground and was captured by German soldiers. Then, together with other captured American and Soviet air force personnel, they were escorted by a group of German soldiers holding a firearm similar to a Browning automatic rifle and walked in the sand for a long time.

I thought I was either going to a prisoner of war camp or to be shot...

And how could it be possible for the Soviet national anthem to be played in German prisoner-of-war camps? This must be an illusion!

"We're here!" someone shouted in Russian.

Because she had known for a long time that she would come to the Soviet Union, Li Mei signed up for a Russian language training class when she was training the 305th Bomb Wing in the United States, and now she can understand some Russian. He quickly regained his footing and looked up ahead.

A rather crude-looking camp appeared in front of us. It should be...a Soviet prisoner of war camp?

Li Mei suddenly saw the Russian slogan at the gate of the prisoner of war camp - Working people of the world unite to defeat British and American imperialism!

Who caught me? When Li Mei was confused, she saw several men and women wearing SS uniforms and Nazi swastika armbands on their sleeves appearing at the gate of the unknown prisoner of war camp.

A very sweet-looking Nazi girl who looked less than 20 years old suddenly stepped forward and spoke in blunt Russian.

"Soviet comrades who were deceived by the traitor Stalin, welcome to the Soviet-German Friendship Camp in Mosul. I am Irma Glazer, the translator of the Soviet-German Friendship Camp in Mosul. I now represent the Commander of the Friendship Camp, Rodolfo Mr. Hoss asks you a few questions. These questions are related to your future treatment. Please answer them truthfully."

Colonel Li Mei was stunned again and again. He always felt that something was wrong, very wrong!

At this time, Irma Glazer spoke again: "Now please Bolshevik Party members, Jews and political cadres to come forward."

What's the meaning? Colonel Li Mei suddenly became alert.

"Don't be fooled, this is a trap!" Li Mei suddenly shouted. Although he didn't understand what the Nazis wanted to do... couldn't they have wanted to shoot all the Bolsheviks, Jews, and political cadres?

"Who are you?" Irma Glazer looked at Li Mei, whose face was full of American justice, and still asked in blunt Russian.

"I am Colonel Curtis Emerson LeMay, U.S. Army Air Forces!"

"American?" Irma Glazer was stunned. Isn't this the Soviet-German Friendship Prisoner of War Camp? Why are you here as an American? This beautiful Nazi girl didn't know what was wrong in her mind, so she asked casually: "Are you a member of the American Bolshevik Party and an internationalist fighter?"

What? American Bolshevik Party? Li Mei was anti-G. Just when she was about to deny it, she suddenly realized that the Soviet pilots present were looking at her. Apparently... she had been fooled by this vicious little Nazi witch. The little Nazi witch must have been using words to sow discord between the United States and the Soviet Union. If you answer that you are not a member of the Bolshevik Party, the little witch will definitely ask you if you believe in GC doctrine or something. If you say that you don't believe it, then the little witch will use this doctrine to make a problem!

In fact, Li Mei's idea is not strange, because he received relevant education before coming to the Soviet Union - a textbook prepared by the U.S. Office of Strategic Services, which required every American soldier who went to the Soviet Union to pretend to identify with socialism and sympathize with the Bolshevik Party. ...Because the Soviet Union wants to launch a war in the name of world revolution, the United States must cooperate, right?

"I am an American Bolshevik!" Le Mei replied loudly - Americans have a different view of members of a certain party than Germans and Soviets. Identifying with a certain party means voting for a certain party, and of course it is a certain party. Party people. This does not require writing an application report and accepting organizational testing.

"Sir, we have captured an American Bolshevik, and he is also a US Army colonel." Irma Glazer immediately reported the situation to her boss, Rodolphe Hoss.

Hoss said: "The US military does not have political commissars... then ask him if he is a Jew."

Jews have a Jewish place to go, and the State of Israel is not far away.

"No, I'm not Jewish."

LeMay has a French surname, so of course he is not Jewish.

"Then let him stay here," Hoss thought for a moment and then said to a secretary in a concentration camp next to him. "Remember, this guy is an American Bolshevik. He will be provided with food according to the standards of British and American prisoners of war."

The food supply for British and American prisoners of war was of course not as good as that of Soviet comrades. Soviet comrades had brown bread, sugar, butter, milk, broth, vegetables, and one meal of pork sausage for two days.

The British and American prisoners of war only had black bread, 700 grams a day, and then drank vegetable soup every day. Meat, milk and butter were not provided. It was a complete diet meal.

Of course, British and American prisoners of war still have the freedom not to eat, but they are not allowed to waste it... This does not mean starving to death, because British and American prisoners of war can get food packages sent by their countries through the International Red Cross. There are usually a lot of good things to eat, so they don’t have to rely on food. Germans eat to survive.

The captured Soviet personnel were all traitors. According to Article 56 of the Soviet Criminal Code, it was a crime to undermine the Soviet armed forces. Of course, no one would send food to the traitors. So the German comrades have to let them eat better. Fortunately, Germany now controls the Atlantic Ocean and North Africa, and can get Egyptian wheat and Argentine beef. The food supply is relatively abundant, and the Soviet comrades are not inferior to a bite of pork sausage.