There is no roar of tanks, only muddy and cold trenches, and the terrifying howling of Stuka bombers. If you don't look up at the sky above your head, you can't see those advanced fighters and bombers, it's no different from World War I.

The soldiers used the same manual bolt-type rifle as 30 years ago. Every time they fired, they had to try their best to pull the bolt to load the bullet. The only automatic weapon on the battlefield was a machine gun, and every time they fired, they would knock groups of soldiers to the ground.

The cannon aimed at a place more than ten kilometers away, accurately threw large-caliber shells into designated locations, and then left one huge crater after another on the ground, emitting a faint heat. The war here is more backward and rigid than in other places, but the war here is even more cruel than in other times. Yes, cruel, so cruel that it makes people desperate.

A young German soldier was carrying his Mauser 98k rifle and slowly crawling in the mud. Although the cold feeling from his clothes after they were wet made him feel a little uncomfortable, he still lowered his head in the lowest way to prevent his head from being shot into a hole as big as a fist by the flying bullets.

He acted cautiously, crawling past the body of a Soviet Red Army soldier that had been cold. He was not far away bypassing the body. There were two German soldiers and more than a dozen Soviet soldiers lying. These poor dead were lying here half a day ago. It is estimated that they would have to lie here obediently before the war ended.

A bullet hit the soil beside the German soldiers, splashing soil and gravel, and hit the German soldiers' helmets, crackling. The young German soldier held the helmet with his hand, frowned and continued to crawl forward. His mission has not been completed yet, so he needs to stay here and play for his life.

Behind him, a German engineer was also crawling forward, and he was cautious, for fear that anything flying in would hit him. He also had many detonators on his back, which were weapons prepared to open up attack paths in the future.

The German soldier who was leading finally stopped and crawled forward. He pulled out a large tiger-mouth pliers from the tool kit behind him and clamped the head of the pliers onto the slender barbed wire. The Soviet Red Army soldiers opposite seemed to have discovered someone here trying to destroy their defense system and shot at it frantically.

The bullets hit the surroundings, making jingling sounds, and there were bullets hitting the surrounding corpses, and the sound seemed very dull. No one cared about the sound of bullets. On the battlefield, people only cared about whether the bullets would hit them in the end, or how far away the targets of these bullets were from them in the end.

"Cover!" A German soldier behind him shouted loudly. With this shout, behind these attacking German soldiers, a general-purpose machine gun responsible for covering them began to roar. The bullets around the gun jumped as the machine gun itself jumped, and it looked very handsome.

With its high firing rate, the mg42 directly sprayed out a rain of bullets, and used dense bullets to knock the Soviet machine gun opposite to it out of sound. A white smoke rose from the Soviet machine gun position that was still showing off just now, and it was impossible to see clearly that there were still a few living soldiers left inside.

A German 150mm caliber heavy artillery shell landed not far away, knocking the trench to a huge crater not far away. The huge explosion suddenly covered all the sounds, and there were only endless buzzing sounds in the ears of nearby soldiers, without other noisy sounds.

Taking advantage of this great opportunity, the young German soldier slightly raised his head, adjusted his hands, and pressed the long support arm of the tiger's pliers with force. With a slight and invisible sound, a barbed wire mesh broke into two pieces.

"Eliminate obstacles! Blasting team! It's your turn!" The German soldier dropped the pliers in his hand, rolled aside, lowered his entire body, and hid behind the body of a Soviet Red Army soldier. A bullet passed through his butt, pierced through the box with a gas mask hanging on his butt, leaving a round small hole on it.

The German engineer carrying many blasting tubes was like a moving explosives warehouse. He climbed to the edge of the barbed wire and took his other half of the tool from the soldiers behind him. Then he curled up and twisted the two blasting tubes together to form a longer device similar to a water pipe.

The bullets flew around him, and sometimes they fell only a dozen centimeters away. However, the engineer did not dodge the extra movement, but focused on installing the blasting tube in his hand. After twisting it, he twisted it up again, making the blasting tube similar to the water pipe grow longer and longer.

Finally, this long blasting tube had penetrated deep into the back of the Soviet barbed wire, which was a minefield that had been discovered when the German infantry attacked, and required mine clearance operations. So the engineer was ordered to come here and completed the assembly of the detonator in such a crazily.

In fact, the last few detonators connected together have no explosives inside, and they are just devices used to push the detonators to a designated position. However, the five or six detonators in front are real real guys, and the power of the explosion is almost no different from that of the aviation bomb.

A detonator was taken out of his mouth and inserted it into the detonation device. The engineer loudly reminded his comrades to prepare: "Be careful! Blast!" With the hysterical shouting, he pressed the electric detonator in his arms hard, and the detonator that was pushed into the minefield by the iron pipe began to explode.

The huge explosion caused a huge shock wave. The dust raised up covered the sky and the sun, and the gravel splashed everywhere hit the steel helmets and made a crackling sound. The entire position was shaken with the huge explosion. Several nearby barbed wire and wooden stakes buried deep in the soil were lifted out of the ground by a terrible vibration, scattered around in a row.

"Occurrence! Attack! The road is opened up!" When the ears were still buzzing, soldiers shouted loudly. Some German soldiers following behind got up from the ground, carried their rifles, bent down and ran quickly towards the cleared gap. There was still smoke and heat, and their vision was not very clear.

The huge explosion cleared a deep pit about one meter on the ground, like a trench that had been dug halfway through, which provided good protection for the attacking German soldiers. A large number of German soldiers advanced rapidly in this silent moment and soon attacked the trenches of the Soviet defenders.

The first German soldier who rushed into the trench was shot by the Soviet soldier on one side and fell to the ground with a wail. The second German soldier who rushed into the trench raised his hand and threw a grenade over. Then he heard a loud noise of the earth shaking. As shrapnel flew across, three or four Soviet Red Army soldiers fell into the trench without moving.

Two German soldiers rushed back to a safe position by dragging their wounded comrades back to a safe position. More German soldiers rushed into the trenches of the Soviet defenders, and sometimes dense and sometimes sparse gunshots rang everywhere. On the top of the trench, at the top of a high ground, in a huge cement-built bunker, a cannon with a diameter of at least 210 mm was firing, and the fire was sprayed out and the sound of the fire was tight.

Three artillery mirrors were placed in a semi-underground bunker 3 kilometers away. Several senior German staff members were marking the area they had just occupied on the map. Instead of using the artillery mirror, Manstein stood at a cliff, looking at the position where his troops were attacking with his naked eyes. Behind him, Marshal Blauchch's son stood there respectfully, with his hands behind his back without saying a word.

"The speed is still a bit too slow. At this speed, maybe you will let some of the Soviet Red Army in the Donetsk side..." Looking at the steep slope on the Soviet position, several huge flames rose, Manstein was obviously a little dissatisfied with the attack speed of his M-group army. After muttering, he turned around and walked to the front of the map, gestured on the map with his hand twice, and shook his head.

On his front, the Soviet Krim defensive cluster commanded by Marshal Vorohirov of the Soviet Union did not have a large number of troops, and there was such a naval base here. The Russian Black Sea Fleet always threatened some of Turkey's ports. Therefore, both strategically and tactically, the German army must first take down Sevastopol and Chiche and other military ports before using the Black Sea as a transportation shortcut to the North Caucasus.

"There is no shortcut to choose. The natural geographical conditions here determine that we can only compete with these Soviets for ownership here one brick at a time." Manstein walked behind the mercedes and looked at the fortress that was bombarded into ruins by German large-caliber artillery in the distance. He spoke to Marshal Blauchic's son: "The chief led us to too many shortcuts, which almost forgot the courage we should have as soldiers. Now, the time has come to test our courage. Here, we face the Soviets, with the muzzle at the muzzle, and the bayonet at the bayonet, and see who is the most powerful person in the world!"
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