Imperial Overlord

In 40 years of Poland, peace may be the main theme. [Latest chapter reading] The tragic war swept by the German army has ended, and the civilians in West Poland can only live under the iron hoof of the German occupation army.

Said to be iron hoofs, perhaps not so vivid. Because the most frightening thing about the German occupying forces now is not the cavalry on warhorses, but the armored units.

Therefore, it can be said that the civilians in western Poland are now living under the tracks of the German armored forces.

The established labor camps were all deep in the forests of the railway branch, so they did not disturb the peace of the local Poles.

On the contrary, the German team's rule over the locals has moderated in the past two months, giving the locals some hope of survival.

Compared with the British Isles, where the war has not stopped, Poland, which was divided up by Germany and the Soviet Union, seems much calmer. There was no major war here, and production began to slowly resume.

However, it would be a big mistake to think that there is complete peace here. What is there to say? Humans are either at war or on the way to prepare for war.

Therefore, there are more and more German troops stationed here, and the weapon systems they are equipped with are becoming more and more advanced and terrifying.

On the Soviet-German border, a traditional German infantry division was training at its own garrison. Many soldiers were watching the convoy in the distance, and some generals from the top were talking about something in the corner.

These people have been here since the morning, and it is said that they have sent new equipment and will build this infantry division into a new "mechanized infantry division".

The German army has world-famous grenadiers, these soldiers ride in armored vehicles, carry grenades and submachine guns, and have strong combat effectiveness with tanks.

However, now that there are more such mechanized infantry divisions, it makes people a little confused - do you still think that your army is not messy enough?

"Remove the original anti-tank battalion? Then add an anti-tank armored battalion to me?" Flick, the division commander of the infantry division, frowned and listened to his boss talking there.

His infantry division has its own anti-tank gun unit, although it's just some small toys with a 37mm caliber, but after all, it's a serious organization, isn't it?

Now, what the above means is to equip him with another anti-tank battalion, and then transfer the original anti-tank battalion... Isn't this taking off your pants and farting, one more procedure?

And I heard that self-propelled anti-tank destroyers are to be equipped. Isn’t this thing originally a good thing for armored troops? When will it be the turn of infantry like myself?

When he was in a daze and didn't know what to say, his superior, the commander of the infantry army to which he belonged, came over with a smile on his face.

He patted his favorite general's shoulder with a glove: "In this way, your division is a model for our army!"

"Because your unit has received these new equipment, the combat mission of our unit has also changed." He pointed to the newly allocated cars and said proudly.

You know, when it comes to these cars, Commander Frick is even more depressed: these trucks have replaced the old trucks that were responsible for towing 37mm anti-tank guns, which should have made him happy.

But the new trucks are pretty much rubbish—they have canvas roofs and no doors.

Even more bloody: the newly rationed trucks are a disaster of industrial design, the seats are wood, the spherical armrests on the joysticks are all wood...

Compared to the beautifully curved front cars that their infantry divisions used to have, these square-headed and square-headed trucks were nothing like rubbish.

The only thing that made Commander Frick a little happier was that the number of these trucks was much more than what his division originally had, giving his infantry division a somewhat modern look.

Just such an infantry division armed with jerry-built junk has become a model for the entire army? Frick felt that his brain was obviously not enough.

Looking at the trucks, which looked almost like old clothes with patches, and the infantrymen next to the cars happily dumping their luggage on the trucks, Frick felt cheated...

He had seen another infantry division next door leading his new weapon, and he had laughed at the division commander with whom he had a good relationship at that time.

The other party received the first batch of modified self-propelled anti-tank guns before him - improved from the chassis of the No. 2 tank, how ugly it looks.

This new type of self-propelled anti-tank gun No. 2 has only a simple open fixed fighting compartment, and the personnel can only be protected by thin steel plates on the front and sides.

The main weapon is a 50mm anti-tank gun. When firing, due to the recoil, no one can stand directly behind the gun.

Although this weapon is powerful and can be used as a combat vehicle compared to the 37mm caliber anti-tank gun that was previously equipped, its performance is really not flattering.

At that time, Frick also laughed at the other party's "new weapon", but the other party was ridiculed to the point of crying and laughing, and the festive mood of connecting and receiving the new equipment disappeared.

Now, this unfortunate thing was Flick's turn, and it was only at this time that he realized that his face, like that of the teacher, had a dumbfounded expression.

"Be happy! Flick!" The commander seemed very interested, because with this mechanized division, his army has been upgraded to the main force, and I heard that it has already entered the eyes of many senior generals.

General Guderian, who is favored by the head of state, is forming a new armored group, and it is reported that he has taken a fancy to this army.

In the German Army, being able to associate with the modern buzzwords of armor and mechanization often means more supplies and better equipment.

The commander had even begun to imagine the majesty of following General Guderian on the battlefield.

"I said commander... This promotion is too inexplicable." Flick glanced at the senior generals who were standing farther down and complained to his commander.

He pointed to the four-wheeled trucks that were assembled from iron sheets, and said angrily: "This thing is of such poor quality, isn't it fooling us!"

"Don't worry! The places you can't see are similar to the old equipment, but it saves a little in appearance." The commander heard a lot of gossip from those generals from high-level generals.

Just to simplify production, these trucks use a lot of stamping parts and replace the original beautiful streamlined arc design with an easy-to-machine right-angle design.

In line with the natural rigor of the Germans, the original exquisite craftsmanship has been properly preserved in the necessary parts such as the chassis and the engine.

"But..." Although I heard that these trucks just look bad on the outside and perform well, the commander is still as unwilling as Flick.

The one that is most afraid of in everything is this but, when Frick heard the commander say but, he also looked at the trucks nervously.

"On the seats of the trucks, there are two different letters!" The commander reluctantly pointed to these identical-looking trucks and explained his love for him.

"The one marked with the letter A is a heavy truck... It can transport arms and tow artillery." After finishing speaking, the commander pointed to the identical truck on the other side: "The truck marked with B on the seat is a simplified version... transporting soldiers, Don't pack too much stuff..."

Hearing his corps commander say this, Commander Frick almost spit out a saliva: Just such an ugly and simple truck, and a simplified version? Is this really produced by our big industrial Germany? Are you sure it's not rags from the Italians?

Thinking of this, Frick decided to stop bothering about these trucks, or he would really vomit blood after a while.

Thinking of the good in everything, he settled down and felt that he still got some cheap.

Because of these trucks, at least he can get an infantry regiment to maneuver with trucks.

In addition, if the newly arrived anti-tank battalion is the same as the No. 2 anti-tank gun obtained by the infantry division next door, it is also a fast-moving unit.

If you count the division headquarters that originally had a large number of cars, the division belongs to the artillery unit... plus some cavalry and reconnaissance units, his unit really has the ability to accompany the tank unit.

Just this, it's worth his sobering up - you know, his division has not run behind the tank, so where is the work done by people?

When the tank, car and cavalry came, they had to give the road to others. The soldiers carried their luggage and weapons on their own, and they just hurried every day...

Before reaching the front line, half of the division's luggage was lost by the infantry~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The remaining half was still collected and transported by mules, horses and limited vehicles.

The daily battle is to rush to the next battle area, take the prisoners captured by the armored troops and the grenadiers, and then continue on the road...

Thinking about it makes me feel like a fight like that, now he can at least eat **** to catch up with the heat! It's really not easy, and it makes me sad to think about it.

"Commander, who are those who came here?" Adjusting his mood, Commander Frick pointed to the senior officers in the distance and asked.

The commander smiled and replied with a pouted lip: "There are evaluation engineers from the manufacturer, and there are people from the military who came over for training..."

Finally, he pointed to a commander in an SS uniform: "The SS over there are here to receive those 37mm anti-tank guns that your division eliminated."

"Someone wants that junk?" Frick looked at his superior in disbelief and said in surprise.

"Look at your virtue... Do you think you have such a good fate?" The commander patted Frick's arm with his glove: "Go! Follow me to meet the market!"