Major Schroun never expected that he would be so unlucky. He had just managed to escape back to his position with his troops who had been beaten to pieces. The overwhelming Soviet artillery fire was like the flying snowflakes in the winter of Moscow in 1941.
The same thing fell from the sky, covering everything on this land that had been abandoned in hell, and shrouded it in destruction without mercy.
Major Schroun firmly believed that German technology and armor were unrivaled, but no matter how unrivaled the technology and armor were, they could not withstand such fierce and indiscriminate bombing. Any defense would be futile in the face of absolute power.
The Soviet artillery was so crazy that it is difficult to describe in words. After the first wave fell, it killed most of Major Schroun's light armored forces. These thin-skinned and large stuffed, outdated German armored vehicles were originally not many in number.
, such as No. 4, No. 3, and Santuzi. It can even be said that they are just used to make up the numbers to provide support.
If you expect them to be able to withstand this terrifying Soviet artillery fire, it would be more realistic to pray that the Russian idiots on the opposite side fire fireworks instead of high-explosive shells.
After the obsolete armored force was brutally destroyed, Schroun's proud core heavy armored force was followed closely to fill in its footsteps.
The King Tiger heavy tank with a total combat weight of nearly 70 tons was directly fired by the Russian heavy artillery shells. A 152 mm high-explosive grenade fell heavily like a knife maker's hammer hitting the knife blank, and the metal
The moment of friction and collision, extremely dazzling and hot sparks were created, and with a loud bang, King Tiger's head exploded almost effortlessly.
The armor on the top of the turret was hit and exploded, the dome of the car body was hit and the armor exploded, and a shot hit the heat dissipation window of the power cabin and blew it apart...
The tiger kings died in all kinds of strange ways. Originally, the probability of being hit by long-range direct-fire artillery on the top armor and dome armor was very low, just like a lottery. It was unknown how many troops had been assembled in that group, and how powerful they were.
Under heavy bombardment by Soviet field artillery groups, it became a normal phenomenon that occurred with high probability and occurred anytime and anywhere.
Everything around is being destroyed, exploded, and after being destroyed, it will be destroyed again by the shells that continue to fall crazily, until even the original shape of the wreckage can no longer be seen. It feels like the whole world is shaking.
Trembling, if the world really has the end of the world, then Schroun feels that the place and moment where he is now is already the end of the world.
When will this terrible doomsday judgment end? Will the next cannonball whizzing from nowhere hit me?
Schroun didn't know, he had even given up on escaping for some time, completely giving up hope...
With King Tiger's cross-country mobility so bad that even his own people can't stand it, Major Schroun doesn't think he can escape from this doomsday with the protection of this body of steel. Without the protection of this body of steel,
, if he were to be exposed to the outside world at this moment with his flesh and blood body, Schroun could be sure that he would not be able to survive for even three seconds in this overwhelming artillery fire.
The Russian's shells full of revenge and rage will not even leave traces of his struggle. The power of the Bolsheviks will completely erase the evidence of his existence from the world. Only when he is entangled in endless despair
Then you will understand that sometimes living is not necessarily a happier thing than dying.
There are always various accidents in life. Giving up hope of living does not mean that you will definitely die. What happened next was even surprising to Major Schroun himself.
The Russian artillery fire began to shift, and the overwhelming roar and explosions of heavy artillery began to extend further and further back. The terrifying power of destruction still did not diminish at all, and the rain of fire and bullets sweeping across the sky passed like a dense meteor shower.
Heading straight to the horizon, Major Schroun, who had just stepped out of the turret in the aftermath of the disaster, felt endless despair.
"God, what kind of terrible enemy have we provoked? What kind of Russian troops are attacking us? Is this the same enemy we have been fighting for three years?"
I and my luckier comrades survived, temporarily.
Driven by the military mission and the fragmented but still barely holding on will, Major Schroun resumed his mission in this doomsday land like the surface of the moon, and began to gather all the survivors around him to gather together and prepare to do something.
What.
We all know that misfortunes never come singly. No one wants such a bad thing to happen to them. Major Schroun also doesn't want it to happen, especially today.
But the cruel reality of the world is always independent of people's subjective willpower. The cruel reality that is coming will always slap you so hard that you can't tell the difference between east, west and north.
The roar of propellers roaring in the sky from the east immediately dragged Schroun and his comrades back, who had just managed to climb up from the edge of hell.
"Air attack! Russian planes, so many bombers! Those are those in Figure 2!"
"Hidden! Find a hidden place quickly!"
No one would think about engaging in field air defense after having just suffered such a disaster. What's more, now there is no technical equipment for field air defense. It was blown into hot steel twists. What the hell are you doing? On the roof of the car.
The mg34 general machine gun?
The Russian bomber formation was obviously well-prepared, and Major Schroun was certain that the death vultures that were eating the corpses were heading towards their own heavily armored force.
Those 500-kilogram aerial bombs, let alone the No. 4 and Santuzi, can't withstand it. If you throw one casually, as long as it doesn't go too far, it will blow up the King Tiger on the spot and blow it up into tatters without any problem.
If you throw it close enough and accurately enough, you may even have a chance to see the huge and bulky King Tiger being flipped to the ground by a 500-kilogram aerial bomb, with its head upside down. This scene is true no matter where it is.
See too much.
The terrible roar of air raids and violent explosions obscured everyone's hearing. Almost no one, including Major Schroun, could hear clearly: the continuous gunshots coming from the east, which was not too far away, and the
The diesel engines, which can only be gathered together in large numbers to a certain extent, roared loudly.
When Major Schroun, who had miraculously survived the air attack and survived again, raised his head again, the Russian steel behemoths lined up in a row and coming in force had already crushed him with the flying dust behind them.