It is indeed a very shameful thing to make an embarrassing joke on the battlefield and be seen by the enemy.
If your level is not good enough, the enemy will laugh at you without saying anything. More importantly, you will be exposed to panic and even bewilderment. Your every move will be seen and remembered by the enemy on the opposite side.
"These German guys, they hit us first before we opened fire. They are really stupid."
"This is a good thing, it means we can easily deal with them later."
"You're still called an elite at this level? Look at the rags. The barrels of the guns are even damaged. It's simply ridiculous."
Being able to see a tank-sized target clearly with the naked eye when entering a regular combat distance within one kilometer is not difficult for tank soldiers who mostly have good eyesight. Especially for gunners who have high-power main gun sights, it is even more difficult for tank soldiers who have good eyesight.
You can see all this clearly and share it with your comrades in the same car.
This resulted in the later radio channel being basically filled with the voices of the commanders happily mocking the Germans' three-legged cat kung fu and laughing at the joke. No one would think that the enemy who was already in such a panic could still pose such a difficult problem to one's side.
imagined threats.
Even if these German guys are elites, they are only in the past tense. The specific time when they became the past tense is not important, what is important is the final result.
Now, they are just a bunch of idiots whose morale has been shattered, and they are so panicked that they can't even standardize basic tactical movements and make a joke. If an army is reduced to this state, it is not far away from death.
"Keep the public channel quiet, this is not the time for you to joke! All vehicle crews should be alert, attack the formation, keep the distance between vehicles, and charge forward! Hurrah!"
Kulbalov, who did not want his troops to be careless and underestimate the enemy, stopped this meaningless joke on the public channel. The enemy that could make even the deputy division commander feel troublesome should not be dealt with carelessly. The key to staying vigilant at all times is now
What the whole army needs most.
The joke of having a car accident on the spot was just a small episode of the Grossdeutschland Division's emergency response. From a mainstream perspective, responding quickly to the direction of the vehicle and turret, and at the same time aiming at the direction of the enemy's attack was the most important thing.
Even after suffering all kinds of tragedies and catastrophes that lasted for almost a whole day, the Grossdeutschland Division still gritted its teeth and held on to its last breath to fight the enemy.
But how long can this last breath last? No one can say this well. The Grossdeutschland Division, which is on the verge of collapse, may be doomed at any time. Even Colonel Klose, the commander of the first division, has no idea.
bottom state.
"Organize the troops to defend on the spot! The infantry sticks to the defense line. The armored troops are not organized according to the organization. As long as they gather a certain number, they will immediately launch a counterattack. The Russian charge must be repelled! Otherwise we will be completely ruined. Use all the tanks that can be mobilized.
, we won’t get another chance!”
Next to a newly arrived half-track command vehicle equipped with a high-power radio station, Colonel Klose, whose entire right hand was wrapped in bandages like a smoked elbow, looked extremely embarrassed, but he was still facing him.
A lieutenant colonel who came to report for orders issued the order.
"But Colonel, we don't have enough tanks. One-third of the tanks were left in the counterattack against the Russians, one-third of the tanks were left behind to block the attack, and the last one-third of the tanks suffered
The sudden artillery bombardment and the number of tanks alone will not defeat the Russians. They have too many heavy tanks. We... our chances of winning are already slim."
"...Are you questioning my order? Lieutenant Colonel!"
I don’t know if there is a direct relationship with the death of the adjutant, but in short, the current Colonel Klose is a bit unusual compared to before.
The big-brimmed military hat on his head had been blown away to nowhere. The two riflemen who risked their lives to bring him back did not even bother to look for his hat and picked it up for him.
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The military uniform, which was almost crumpled into a rag, was covered with dirt stains and an unknown person's blood. Anyway, it was not Klose's own.
There were so many scratches and peeling skin on a pair of long military boots that they looked more like unearthed cultural relics. There were also several holes in the pants that had been hung up by something unknown. The top of the head, which was not covered by the hat, was even more damaged.
With his hair as messy as a chicken coop, and his injured right hand wrapped like a pig's knuckle, Colonel Klose, who is currently in an abnormal state, even looks a little funny.
Funny as it is, this has nothing to do with Colonel Klose's current real state.
It can be seen just from his tone and expression that Colonel Klose is obviously very angry now.
"I gave an order, and now I need people to carry it out. The sound of Russian tank engines can be heard with my ears. I don't have time to waste time with you in military theory classes! Anyone who refuses to carry out the order will be prosecuted under military law.
!”
Under the incredulous and disbelieving gazes of the people around him, Colonel Klose directly took out his Walter pistol, which was crafted by a master gunsmith. He raised his hand and pointed the black muzzle at the lieutenant colonel's head.
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"These are extraordinary times, Lieutenant Colonel, tell me your answer."
There was no anger, no mania, and no questioning or questioning. The tone of the final sentence was as calm as if he were discussing what to eat for lunch today, but it did not make anyone doubt that the index finger would do anything after getting a certain answer.
Pull the trigger.
"...Understood, Colonel. I will carry out the order and carry it out to the end, as always."
"Very good, let's go now!"
"yes......"
Holding the gun in his left hand instead of his usual right hand made Colonel Klose feel very uncomfortable. He awkwardly put the pistol back into the holster on his waist. The figure sitting on the back of the half-track car looked lonely like a sculpture, but
But no one took the initiative to come forward to comfort him.
Everyone has something they should be busy with now, which is one of the reasons. Not wanting to get into trouble at this time is the more important factor. No one wants to rashly become the first gun of the Walter pistol, which is as exquisite as a handicraft.
Descend the souls of the dead.
"There are no friendly forces, no support, no aircraft, no artillery support, the enemy is several times our number, and we are superior in both quality and quantity. How on earth should we fight such a battle!?"
Colonel Klose, who was mourning and aggrieved in his heart, had never been so frustrated and frustrated as he was now, feeling as if he was really the one who had been abandoned.
A telegram asking for help has been sent, but so far there has been no news, let alone a reply of substantive action.
Paulus could still get a lot of "blank check" promises in Stalingrad, which at least gave people comfort and a glimmer of hope that was enough to persevere.
But what about me? I have nothing now. Those bastards who have nothing to do with their bodies have not even given themselves a promise like a blank check.
This place is not called Stalingrad, but it is even more desperate than Stalingrad.
In other words, this place may be the "Stalingrad" of himself and the Grossdeutschland Division.
Colonel Klose, who was standing on his head in a messy chicken coop, stared blankly at the black smoke-filled sky over the battlefield, thinking this with a blank in his heart.