Fegelein, an ordinary Wehrmacht soldier, has a job that many teenagers envy because he can be loyal to the Führer, but is shunned by many among his army comrades: anti-tank gunner.
There is nothing more unlucky than becoming an anti-tank gunner. Perhaps this happened because he used up all his good luck when he was young. Or is this a punishment for overdrawing his good luck? Feige
Rhine has always felt this way, in short, he is really unlucky now.
Being an anti-tank gunner is definitely not a good job. Although you control a kinetic energy projectile artillery with extremely strong armor-piercing power, the enemy's mighty and domineering tanks and armored vehicles are your hunting targets. People who don't know how to do it may not know how to do it at first sight.
At first glance, I thought it meant something like an "anti-tank sniper".
But Fegelein clearly knows that becoming an anti-tank gunner means that you will become the target of almost all enemies on the battlefield.
As soon as the anti-tank gun fires, the enemy's infantry, machine guns, tanks, and artillery will use you as a target and focus their fire wildly. If you are unlucky, even the Russian planes in the sky will circle around you.
Being beaten by so many weapons, Fegelein felt that he could no longer hope to live anymore. It was simply a waste of time. To be more realistic, it would be better to pray that he could leave a whole body for himself, and not to blow the person to pieces.
Two pieces, not dead for a long time, lying in this ghost place in the ice and snow, losing too much blood, dying slowly and painfully, just thinking about this kind of thing can give people nightmares.
Fegelein once made an application to his company commander, asking if he could be transferred to another place, even if he was the most miserable and tiring logistics soldier, he would be willing to do so! The anti-tank gunner was so tall that it was scary.
The death rate was simply higher than the death rate of machine gunners in some large-scale battles. Fegelein certainly didn't want to die just like that while he was still alive.
"There is no reason to transfer you elsewhere, Fegelein."
"There is a shortage of experienced anti-tank gunners everywhere on the front line. This is a technical branch, not an ordinary infantryman who can be trained by just a few kids for 7 weeks."
"I plan to promote you to the position of anti-tank gunner. When I went to the regiment for a meeting yesterday, the superiors were going to allocate two new anti-tank guns to our company. They are very powerful and are the latest secret weapons.
You are the best at dealing with Russian tanks. Only experienced veterans are qualified to use this weapon to unleash its power, and I think you are the most suitable one."
"...."
Feigelein, who looked speechless and miserable, not only failed to achieve his purpose of transferring to other arms, but was also given a new life-threatening job: the gunner of a Pak 43 88mm heavy anti-tank gun.
Fegelein, who had no choice but to become a deserter, could only admit that he was unlucky and accepted this hard job. Most of the old anti-tank gunners who had joined the army with him and participated in Operation Barbarossa were already dead.
, there are not many left.
Looking at the astonishingly large anti-tank gun he had just received, Fegelein, as a veteran, felt no joy at all. He felt that it would not bring any substantial help to his survival. The more powerful the weapon, the more powerful the weapon.
This can only further irritate the Russians and make them regard themselves as the first and clearest target. This will definitely lead to faster and more miserable deaths on the battlefield.
"Those Russians will definitely kill me. I probably won't be able to survive the day when I go back to see you..."
"If I die, or some bastards tell you that I'm missing...then go find a man you can rely on and marry. But remember, don't marry those bastards from the SS!
I have a hunch that if we lose, those Russians will definitely liquidate us. The bastards of the SS have killed too many innocent people. If you find such a man as your husband, you may be implicated."
Fegelein, who was squatting in the civil engineering dormitory and writing a letter, had not had time to put away his pen. He originally planned to ask his friend who had a vacation to take the letter back to his hometown and pass it on to his fiancée, but there was a sudden landslide.
The sound of thunderous cannons, comparable to the roar of a ship's whistle, forcibly interrupted everything.
Fegelein almost felt that the world was about to be destroyed. He had never experienced such a terrible bombardment!
Even under Stalingrad, when the Russians counterattacked.
The cannons deployed by the Russians to defend their capital were not that powerful. Fegelein felt that he would be shaken apart even if he was not killed. He just wanted to end it all as soon as possible. If he really wanted to die, then he would
It's better to die quickly, it's really uncomfortable to feel so shocked that your internal organs are about to be spit out from your mouth!
Fegelein was lucky that the worst-case scenario he expected did not happen.
When the last shell fell and exploded, Fegelein, who was buried alive by 30 centimeters of collapsed soil, struggled to crawl out. Before he could take a breath, he heard a burst of
The roar of a lion from the east of the river.
"Fegele! Fegele! Fegele!!!"
"Where did you die, you bastard? Come out if you're not dead, the Russian tanks are coming!"
Huh-huh-
Pooh--
While gasping for breath, he spit out the broken wood and loose soil that somehow flew into his mouth. Fegelein, who was familiar with the sound, knew that it was the company commander who had tricked him again calling him,
Why didn't the shelling just kill this bastard?
Fegelein, who was filled with resentment, thought with curses, but he did not dare to neglect his actual movements at all. He ran towards his preset anti-tank gun position in three steps and two steps at a time.
"Where are the people? Is everyone else there? Why are you two alone?"
Serving a Pak 43 is not an easy task. This bulky big guy requires an entire anti-tank gun squad to play well. However, Fegelein quickly ran to the gun position and found that there were only two people in front of him.
people.
"Maybe...maybe we are the only ones left, maybe."
The key gunner who luckily survived the bombardment is still there, and the other living person is the main loader. Both of them are looking at Fegelein who is close at hand with the sad eyes of "Maybe everyone else is dead."
"I'm going to find a few people to come over and help. You guys hurry up and get ready! Bring the shells over and fire a few more rounds. We don't have enough manpower to do this, so hurry up!"
Feigelein, who had no time to talk nonsense, ran to a position not far away and pulled over a few "strong men", all of whom were ordinary infantrymen carrying rifles on their backs.
With them, at least the minimum operation of this anti-tank gun can be maintained. Although the combat efficiency is low, it is at least much better than three people playing with one gun.
Fegelein, who had been neglecting to find the target and directing the firing, was only then free to do his own job.
But when he picked up the telescope on his chest and saw the monster that he would never forget, Fegelein, who blinked twice in a flash, just subconsciously screamed.