Imperial Overlord

At the same time, Chris squinted and looked at the sun in the sky. The dazzling sunlight made him feel warm and very comfortable.

Behind him, Daddy Buck was sorting out their weapons, and the ammunition was carried with them, and it was unreliable to rely on logistics.

On long marches, many recruits throw away things they don't think will be useful or useful for a long time, such as spare socks, and his mess.

Don't underestimate the trivial matter of weight. There is an old saying in China that there is no light load on a long journey. It means that no matter how light the load is, the long journey will be very heavy.

So, despite the express prohibition against discarding anything, recruits find all sorts of reasons to throw away the things that are distributed to them.

For example, gloves, socks, soap, and shaving knives. These things extend all the way along the marching line, all the way to the vicinity of the front line.

Because of this, Cyric, the correspondent of Dad's sniper team, was kneeling not far away, picking up a pair of smelly socks from the ground.

This is the front line, and no one has the habit of picking and choosing. As long as there is something that can be used, it will be used by people.

"Look what I found?" Cyric stood up, shaking his socks that were already full of dirt and mud.

"It can be used to mend our torn socks, and it can be mended many times!" His face was filled with the satisfaction of picking up a baby, which was very distinctive.

Chris withdrew his gaze from the direction of the sun, squinted and said to Cyric, "Put it in your own luggage! Let's talk about it when you get to the camp!"

Newly arrived German troops have to assemble first and then rest. There is a cold bathhouse built to provide bathing services, specially for the tired and dirty soldiers who have walked all the way to wash their bodies.

The time of bathing is strictly limited, accurate to the second. It's not easy to take a shower here, so save as much as you can.

Chris and Daddy have already had their baths. To be exact, they've been here for days.

For a few days, they have plenty of time to rest their minds, sleep and play, and write letters to their families.

Of course, there is one more important thing, which is to build your own camp, place your own daily necessities, and be ready to accept orders to enter Moscow to fight.

Yes, in front of them was the magnificent Moscow, and through the fog and the black smoke of the shelling, they could even see the distant Kremlin spire.

"Let's make a move! Make a move!" A car drove over on the slightly rough dirt road, and the German soldiers who were directing the traffic shouted loudly.

When the truck passed Chris and the others, they saw that the entire trunk of the truck was filled with the bodies of German soldiers killed in action.

In the middle of one corpse on top of the other, an arm dangling from the outside of the car, swaying slightly with the bumps of the car.

Even though these corpses were already stiff, they still swayed due to violent bumps. As if... as if there was a lucky person alive inside the corpse.

Everyone who saw the car was reluctant to speak, and the atmosphere was a little low. The second car was also covered with corpses. It seemed like a **** that devoured people's lives.

But soon, the car that transported the corpse drove past, and the rest behind were full of wounded, and some unorganized troops who had retreated to rest.

Some were defeated by the Soviet Union's counterattack, and some were replaced because of excessive losses. Anyway, these people are just like returning from hell, their faces are full of indifference.

There may be blood on their bodies, and some are as embarrassed as being dug out of the ground. They sat in the car and looked indifferently at the friendly soldiers passing by on both sides of the road.

There are no easy victories, and no wars of the undead. Under the cover of Germany's glorious victory, is one broken family after another.

"It's much bigger than Smolensk here." Chris looked at Moscow in the distance and sighed to the father beside him.

Dad nodded and said, "I think it's about the size of Berlin. It's a huge city!"

For street fighting, the bigger a city is, the more places there will be street fighting, the longer it will last, and the harder the fight will be.

The newly arrived German troops are 200,000 or more soldiers who have received training in urban street fighting, as well as elites like Chris's combat team who have received strict urban combat training.

The vast majority of them had fought in the streets of Smolensk, so their combat effectiveness was higher than most of the Soviet troops stuck in the city.

By the time that part of the German Army Group North, which had fought in the battle of Leningrad, had fought in the street battles, arrived here, the German army would be stronger than it is now.

The Soviet army hoped to use the city and ruins to resist the footsteps of the German attack, and the German army was ready to use infantry and strong coordination tactics to capture the city as soon as possible.

"Let's go! Let's go! We have to enter Moscow before dark! This is our mission." Father Buck took his rifle and walked forward.

Chris followed, followed by Cyric, the communicator with a walkie-talkie, assault rifle and batteries.

This tactical team has to carry out the task of attacking the city again. They have to guide the artillery attack and block the penetration of the other party... Many tasks are waiting for them, and the city in front of them is a complex and huge war zone.

How complicated is it? There is actually a subway in Moscow, which is a trendy thing only found in many first-tier European cities.

And this section of the subway can also be used as an air-raid shelter, and it is buried tens of meters underground. No ordinary artillery shell can hit that position.

Coupled with the drainage system interspersed in the city and the guttural paths between buildings, the whole of Moscow is a big labyrinth, a maze of horrors that will swallow the lives of countless soldiers on both sides.

Behind the three was another fighting group, then a third, followed by a fourth and many more.

On June 1, part of Germany's most elite urban street fighting sniper units entered Moscow.

A tougher battle is coming, and every soldier may face death. Here is the life-threatening battle between the Third Reich and the Red Soviet Union.

In the distance of Moscow, the black smoke from the shelling is billowing and transpiring, complementing the white clouds in the sky. When Chris entered Moscow, the fighting continued without interruption.

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