Steel Soviet Union

A sudden scream sounded like thunder falling on the crowd. The German soldiers who were joking, resting and busy were almost frightened to the point of flying out. When they came to their senses, dozens of German soldiers came to their senses. A menacing Soviet heavy tank had already run over his face.

"Enemy attack! Fight, prepare to fight! Assemble!"

The German Wehrmacht, worthy of its reputation as a brave and capable fighting force, is still an elite Wehrmacht force and cannot be compared at all to the Romanian army, which has a much lower combat power.

Even though he was crushed in the face by a steel enemy that was powerful enough to be described as terrifying, the German officer who put down his work immediately blew the whistle in his neck and shouted loudly to assemble the troops, as tightly organized as the cells in a living organism. , the German soldiers with strict division of labor immediately took action, took off the weapons carried on their backs and quickly assembled in the direction of their commander.

Counting the servants that Miss Dora originally brought with her and the troops temporarily recruited to take charge of security work, the number of German infantry that Malashenko had to face at this moment has approached the size of an infantry regiment, which is less than 2,000 people. In any case, the military strength is not an opponent that can be easily defeated, not to mention that the opponent is the German army as the absolute main force, not the Romanians.

It's just that among the miscellaneous German infantry of the small 2,000-number German army, there are not many real combatants.

The small number of two thousand people includes the precision survey team for measuring and laying track for the second Miss Dora, the engineering troops responsible for setting up artillery positions, the heavy artillery company responsible for artillery shooting and combat loading, and the logistics equipment responsible for transporting ammunition and spare parts. The troops, as well as those who could barely be counted as combatants, were allocated to a field air defense battalion exclusive to Miss Dora. (っ◔◡◔)っ

These accounted for nearly half of the non-combatants or quasi-combatants. Both their fighting will and tactical literacy were far inferior to the regular German front-line field troops. At best, they were only slightly better than the Romanians.

Malashenko, who was well aware of this situation, was not afraid of the Germans relying on the large number of people to make a comeback. He dispatched his entire brigade and borrowed an accompanying light infantry battalion. If he still couldn't handle these That half-assed German guy is really fucking outrageous!

Under the loud orders of the officers, the German soldiers entered the defensive position as quickly as possible than the Romanians.

This is the last warning position posted 300 meters away from Miss Dora. When this trench was originally dug, I never thought of putting it to use. In the German's inertial thinking, those who have been surrounded by The Russians surrounding the city had no chance of rushing out of the city to threaten the precious and powerful Second Miss Dora. The role of this warning position was only better than nothing.

If a simple two trenches plus seven or eight criss-crossing communication trenches, which did not even have time to dig anti-tank gun emplacements, could withstand the torrent of steel from the Soviet army, such a cold joke would probably not even bother the sober-minded junior officers of the German army. I won’t even believe it.

But the matter has come to this, and there is no other way. The precious Miss Dora is definitely worth protecting with the honor and life of a soldier!

Miss Dora, worth 7 million Reichsmarks, equivalent to 29.4 million U.S. dollars, is more expensive and more important than the lives of everyone present combined!

"Tank tanks! The damn Russians got their heavy tanks! We don't even have an anti-tank gun, what are we going to do!? Carl!"

Martin, a new recruit who has been in the army for less than a year, has hardly fought any decent battles.

When the Soviet army launched its spring offensive in Kharkov, Martin's unit happened to be farther behind the German army group. They heard the roar of artillery fire from the front and the fighting was in full swing, but they did not even see the shadow of the Russians coming from the beginning to the end.

By the time Martin's troops arrived in the theater, the victory of the Second Battle of Kharkov was already firmly in the hands of the German army.

The Soviet army's retreat was like that of last year's Operation Barbarossa, which spread across the vast grasslands. Many German armored units chasing the fleeing Soviet troops to expand their gains had to race on the grasslands until they ran out of fuel and supplies. They were forced to stop and wait for the fuel to be brought up from the rear. The Soviet troops who were defeated and captured along the way were countless and countless.

As a newly built supplementary infantry division, Martin's unit was not well equipped, even very poor. There were only a few trucks, and even ammunition and other heavy supplies were made from livestock and horses snatched from Russian farmers. Piggyback transport. Martin was bullied a lot because of his status as a new recruit. He was even sent to feed the horses for more than half a month. The smell of horse urine all over his body was really uncomfortable.

Martin, who only saw Russian corpses and prisoners along the way, was slow to advance due to the low level of mechanization of his troops. Apart from fighting a few stragglers and guerrillas, he kept marching slowly behind the large troops and never interacted with the rumors. The regular field forces of the Soviet Army, which had outstanding combat capabilities, fought against each other.

Martin arrived at the Stalingrad front line and had not yet waited to enter the city. Together with his good friend Karl, he and his entire infantry company were mobilized and sent to protect the second Miss Dora who had just arrived and was ready to be assembled. By the way, he helped the engineering troops do some physical work of assembling super weapons, and once again missed the chance of a bloody battle with the Soviet army.

If the story ends here, then recruit Martin is obviously extremely lucky.

But what is extremely unfortunate is that the timeline Martin is currently in is a bit different from the timeline of normal historical trends. There is an additional Malashenko who is a traveler from another dimension.

Martin, who was accidentally implicated in the butterfly effect, would never have thought until his death that he could have survived to spend the rest of his life in West Germany after the war, but instead accidentally became East Germany because of Malashenko's arrival. People change the trajectory of their lives.

Karl, who was upset by the panicked Martin's question, was already timid, and naturally became even more irritable and dishonest. To be honest, he felt that running away as soon as possible was really the best idea at the moment.

"Idiot! What's the point of yelling at me! You idiot!"

Karl opened his mouth with an elegant and easy-going tone. As he finished speaking, he suddenly felt that it would be a shame to let Martin, a little brother who had always been subservient to him, really die in this damn place. The main thing is that he felt sorry for himself as the eldest brother. conscience.

Karl, whose head was spinning rapidly, saw that there was no one around. The nearest comrades were twenty steps away and their attention was not on his side at all. Then he immediately pressed down the helmet on Martin's forehead and pulled him away. After lowering his posture, he whispered into his ear and spoke.

"If you want to survive, be prepared! First, be prepared to run away at any time! If I tell you to run, throw away your gun and run immediately. Don't hesitate at all!"

"second"

The cautious Martin looked up and looked around again, and after confirming that no one was around, he lowered his head again and spoke in a lower voice.

“Want to be French?”

The young Martin looked confused and had no idea what he was talking about, so he could only give an honest answer subconsciously.

"I don't want to."

"Trust me, you'll figure it out quickly, so be prepared!"