The Third Reich: I Became Emperor

In the end, the Viking Division did not wait for the large-caliber mortars, but instead waited for the Il-28 bombers. After a round of bombs were dropped, the entire Cherry Hill was surrounded by raging fire, and the US artillery positions were instantly destroyed.

As for the P-51 Mustang fighters that came to intercept, they could not catch up with the Il-28 bombers. Now the Allies knew that the Germans had jet planes, so basically they were unwilling to engage in direct fire with the other side.

Knowing that they could not win, they still went to fight. Isn't this an act of sending death?

Now the German army has also learned to use the air force to solve the problem and try not to send ground troops to die.

After all, they are not fools. There was no way before, but now there is a powerful air force, so they naturally have to make full use of it.

After solving the US artillery fire, the remaining small sneak attack troops were much simpler. They soon suffered heavy losses in the left and right outflanking of the 9th Armored Grenadiers.

The battlefield fell into calm again. Both sides were working hard for the final decisive battle. The German side was trying to make a breakthrough in the Thames defense line that was hundreds of kilometers long.

A large number of rocket artillery units were mobilized. In addition to Katyusha rocket launchers, a batch of BM-21 rockets were also mobilized, with the purpose of suppressing London as much as possible.

In addition, even the AH-1 armed helicopters on the Eastern Front were mobilized. It can be said that for this attack, the German army tried every means to capture London as soon as possible.

The navy also proposed that they could send warships into the Thames, but the plan was shelved because Lord Gort was also a ruthless man. He directly laid dense mines at the estuary. It would be impossible to completely clear these mines without ten days or half a month.

""Your Excellency, Marshal, all rocket launchers have arrived at the designated positions and can open fire at any time." At the temporary command center, a major general staff officer reported with a telegram.

Upon hearing this, Marshal Rundstedt nodded and said,"Then open fire!"

""Yes!"

Soon, Marshal Rundstedt heard a huge explosion coming from the American positions in the distance. Even though he was an army marshal, he couldn't help but admire such a fierce rocket launcher. It was so powerful.

It has to be said that rocket launchers are really a very good thing. Let's not talk about other things. Just look at the firing rate and power. Basically, the ammunition carried by a rocket launcher can kill dozens or hundreds of American soldiers. If you are lucky, you can even kill a lot of tanks. It is very practical, but it is frighteningly expensive.

Many people in the command center saw this scene and showed shocked expressions on their faces. They could swear that this was definitely the most spectacular fireworks they had ever seen. The billowing smoke suddenly obscured the launcher, and a series of rockets whistled and were shot into the distance like arrows in the sky.

In just twenty seconds, nearly two thousand rockets were emptied. Looking at the smoke column that was getting farther and farther away in the distance, Rundstedt couldn't help but admire,"What a pity, we can't see the explosion effect."

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On the north bank of the Thames, British soldiers huddled in bunkers holding rifles, looking at the calm opposite bank. In the past two days, German engineers have often secretly built pontoon bridges, but they were all destroyed by artillery shells and machine guns.

Although the artillery fire from the opposite side caused them a lot of trouble, it was nothing. Everyone believed that with such a natural barrier as the Thames, it was absolutely impossible for the German army to cross. The first to be exhausted would definitely be the German army.

"They will definitely not be able to hold on. We have sufficient ammunition and a steady stream of reinforcements. If they don't have supplies for a long time, they will die."At the rear of the position, a major battalion commander waved his fist and roared loudly to his subordinates in front of him to boost morale.

Unfortunately, no matter how the battalion commander boosted morale, most of the soldiers seemed lifeless, and many even showed despair on their faces.

"Bah, look at what we eat every day, how can we win with this?" A soldier said in a low voice with disdain.

Hearing this, the squad leader next to him gently pulled him, made a gesture of silence and said:"Don't say these words that undermine morale. There are canned braised pork today."

"Really?" the soldier who was pulled over asked excitedly

"Well, one for each person, probably enough for the next few days."The squad leader said softly

"Damn it, squad leader, do you think we can still win?" the soldier asked

"have no idea……"The squad leader shook his head and said.

At this time, behind the position, the major battalion commander picked up the telescope, adjusted the focus, and prepared to observe the movements of the German army opposite. As a result, a fireball appeared in the sky.

""Get down!" The major's face gradually twisted and he shouted.

Unfortunately, the soldiers next to him were still confused, so he had to rush to the nearest air-raid shelter.

Then all this made no sense.

Boom boom boom!

The overwhelming rockets were like a rain of death. The British soldiers who were defending their positions witnessed this purgatory-like scene in horror, as well as the flying limbs of their comrades and themselves.

The flames of the explosion covered every inch of land, rolling over the British positions like a plow. In addition to a pile of weapons that were blown into scrap metal, all that was left were various limbs and arms.

The rockets covered and detonated the ammunition boxes in the trenches, and a secondary explosion occurred. The trenches were a mess of blood and flesh.

Unfortunately, all this was not the end, but the beginning. Rockets continued to rise into the air and then fell, raining death on the enemy in the distance. The flying shrapnel kept cutting off the fleeing soldiers. Faced with such horrific artillery fire, the British soldiers dared not run around, and huddled in their positions. They prayed silently in their hearts for God to end this rain of rockets, but it was just their wishful thinking.

Because there were so many rockets on the German side, so many that they could not imagine.

In order to take London as soon as possible, Marshal Rundstedt directly sent a telegram requesting more���Rocket artillery ammunition, of course, mostly Katyusha rockets.

Although the Katyusha rockets have a short range, the two sides are close and large in number, and the British army can't even raise their heads.

The continuous artillery bombardment caused a large number of civilian buildings to collapse, and many British soldiers who didn't have time to escape were buried alive.

The bombing lasted for more than an hour, and the entire north of London was bombed into a mess. The British positions defending the north of the Thames were directly paralyzed, and less than 10,000 soldiers survived.

"How many rockets were fired?"Rundstedt asked curiously.

He swore that he had never seen such a long fireworks display in his life.

"There are about 200,000 of them."The chief of staff beside him smacked his lips and said

"Two hundred thousand rockets?"Marshal Rundstedt couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and said slowly after a long time:"What a luxury."

If August was here, he would definitely curse these bastards. It was too luxurious. Two hundred thousand rockets, that means how many Mercedes-Benz and BMW cars are flying in the sky.