In the ruins, the role of tanks is infinitely reduced. These steel giant beasts galloping across the plains become inflexible and cute fat men in the city with piles of buildings and ruins, and will be easily destroyed at the corner of a certain intersection.

But even so, tanks still have their own space for performance in the city. Whether it is defending the streets or launching assaults, having tank support and not tank support are completely different results. Therefore, even if you know that tanks will fall into a disadvantage in urban street fighting, sending tanks to participate in offense and defense in street fighting can still achieve good results.

Don’t underestimate any weapon of killing, or overestimate any weapon of killing. They are just weapons. No matter what kind of place you use, it is a suitable place or an inappropriate place, you can kill people. The only difference is that which weapon is more convenient for Huang Jingxia to kill people, while the remaining weapons are a little inconvenient at this time.

So don't be superstitious that submarines are the nemesis of aircraft carriers, because the wronged souls of the commanders of hundreds of submarines sunk by escort aircraft carriers prove a fact that aircraft carriers are also killers of submarines; don't be sure that tanks are not suitable for street combat, because even if there are a thousand ways to destroy tanks in street combat, it has at least one way to kill those who want to destroy them.

Superstitious about weapon performance is just a one-sided statement made by a group of military enthusiasts in peacetime. Only God and those who have experienced war personally will know about it. There is no need to pray, no need to be cowardly or crazy, because no matter what, it is possible to lose your life in the next second.

You have to fight with a pistol, and you have to fight with a dagger. In addition to surrendering and becoming a prisoner, fighting is the only choice whether you are holding a poor revolver or driving a main battle tank with a smart computer.

The American Apache helicopter that was showing off was eventually shot down by a group of farmers carrying RPG bazooka and holding an AK47; and the enemy facing soldiers holding big swords, spears, rifles, grenades, and were supported by satellite data links. No one stipulated that only weapons can win the war by being stronger than their opponents, because there is only one rule of war without rules!

I don’t know who was first used to crushing his opponent with weapons: when the opponent only had a big sword and a spear, he must have a musket bore gun in his hand; when the opponent used a musket, he must have a bolt rifle and a submachine gun in his hand; the opponents finally used a rifle machine gun, but found that a tank armored vehicle was driving on the opposite side.

So? Is it because when the weapons and equipment are the same, people will no longer go to war? Or do people cannot stand the death of thousands of people and dare not face the price of victory? No matter what people think today, unfortunately, in the ruins of Stalingrad in 1939, the soldiers on both sides do not have these inexplicable thoughts in their minds.

The Soviet infantry in the trenches avoided the scorching fire and did not have time to complain about why the Germans' weapons were so advanced. The German soldiers who were pulling the bolts to push their bullets onto the chamber also had no time to think about why the Soviets were so tenacious. They just repeated their most efficient actions to kill their enemies most efficiently. That's all.

When the German soldier's head was smashed into pieces by bullets and blood splattered on his companion's clothes, God did not save him from death because he was wearing a tactical vest and carrying an mp-44 assault rifle; when the Soviet infantry fired all the bullets in the chamber at the tank and was eventually shot into a sieve by the tank's heading machine gun, God did not let him go just because he had only one bayonet left in his hand.

The tracks of the leopard fire-breathing tank slowly ran through the corpses one by one, including German soldiers and Soviet soldiers. The Ukrainian soldiers who had just dropped their positions were also inserted into the body of the Ukrainian soldier who had just been stabbed to death by two Soviet soldiers. The young Ukrainian man who was just stabbed to death by two Soviet soldiers still looked ahead with a stubborn look.

A German grenadier jumped into the trench with the advance of the leopard tank. He saw two soldiers who died with bayonets, and also saw the young Ukrainian man who had dried up his blood. He walked to the young man with a g43 semi-automatic rifle, stretched out his black gloves' palms to cover the young man's eyes.

From the beginning of the battle until the gunfire gradually dropped on the battlefield, the Soviets did not obtain an inch of their lost territory. However, on the positions controlled by both sides for several hours before the battle, they were now full of thick corpses of soldiers. These corpses accumulated layer by layer on top of the ruins, looking like hills made of corpses.

"Collection of ammunition on the corpse as much as possible!" A company commander carrying Mauser's 98k rifle passed by this trench and loudly reminded his subordinates that he had to patrol the position he was responsible for so as to have an intuitive understanding of the nearby terrain. The streets here can no longer be called streets, and the buildings here have disappeared long ago... The maps in his hand have become useless decorations, and many things cannot be arranged in advance. The grassroots commanders can only arrange corresponding tactics on the spot.

He looked at the German machine gun position that was originally suppressed by Soviet machine guns, then pointed to another relatively hidden and backward position, and laid the German first fire support point: "Build a machine gun position there! Be careful to be concealed and don't open fire easily."

Just as the company commander was here to guide the country, a whistling sound suddenly appeared in the sky, and everyone held the helmet and retracted into the trenches. This subconscious reaction has penetrated into everyone's bone marrow, so these movements are completed very naturally, and even a bit chic.

Then, on the Soviet Red Army positions in the distance, one after another, the building swayed in the flames and smoke of the explosions, the earth trembled with the explosions, and the end of the world was nothing more than that. After all, the German shelling position was only a few hundred meters away from the soldiers on their front line.

The dust and splashed rubble were even brought to the German position by the shock wave. Everyone held their breath and narrowed their eyes, waiting for the grand shelling feast to pass. As the German troops continued to advance, this large-scale shelling was becoming more and more dense and more accurate. On the contrary, the Soviet artillery fire became increasingly weak like groaning.

The Soviet artillery position on the other side of the Volga River had been ravaged by countless bombings by German aircraft. After all, the existence of a large army of German pilots under this sky has not yet appeared, and the Luftwaffe's ground attack methods are also very diverse.

The Soviet defenders who lost the artillery group on the other side of the Volga River eventually lost their advantages in repeated artillery battles. With the arrival of the German large-caliber artillery, the German artillery near Stalingrad had already formed an artillery advantage over the Soviet army. This accumulated advantage has now become an overwhelming force, gradually affecting the end of the street battle in Stalingrad.

"Boom!" A shell landed at the corner of a half-collapsed building. The huge explosion power made the already shaky building lose the power of the final supporting structure. As the floors on the second and third floors fell, the exterior wall began to spread outward, and finally buried the Soviet army gathering below.

Further apart, close to the banks of the Volga River, there are scrapped Soviet tank wrecks, and the parts inside have long been hollowed out to repair tanks in better condition. These wreckage attracted a lot of ammunition from the Luftwaffe, and eventually rusted and corroded into an equipment cemetery on the river bank that looked like a ghost domain.

A shell landed here, rolling the sand on the river beach to as high as a dozen floors. Many civilians who were fetching water on the beach were hit by the scattered shrapnel of the shell, and the remaining people habitually lie on the ground, waiting for the dense shelling to hit.

Qusirel might be really anxious, so this time the German shelling from all directions lasted for a full 5 minutes. The city that had already recovered from peace once again rolled out wisps of thick smoke, but for the entire Stalingrad, there were not many smoke places...

"Did these artillery bastards take the wrong medicine?" Slapping the dust on his body, the German company commander stood up from the trench. While cursing the friendly forces who were suddenly bombarded, he grabbed the telescope on his chest and looked at the opposite position.

The smoke there had not yet dissipated, and the shells might have hit an abandoned truck, so that the truck, which had only the frame, was burning again, and there were fewer towering buildings on the Soviet positions, which made it easier for the Germans to look out and reconnaissance before the attack.

"If I were from the Soviet Union, I might have surrendered at this time." The company commander put down the telescope in his hand and muttered softly: "If you make your city look like this, you will really have nothing left if you continue to fight."

"Bang!" Before he could finish his words, he was hit by a bullet from the opposite side. Everyone around him subconsciously shrank his neck, and then the hysterical shouting became the last memory of the German company commander: "There is a sniper! The enemy sniper! The lieutenant (company commander) was shot!"
Chapter completed!