Rise from the sword

November [-]th.

Outside the city of Mosco, on the height of [-] marked on the map, a German artillery commander held a telescope and looked at Mosco in the distance.

On the 36 high ground beside him, 150 40 howitzers lined up, and the artillery crew was busy, firing shells weighing more than [-] kilograms at high speed towards Moscow in the distance.

Bang bang bang... A violent explosion erupted in the city of Moscow.

In order to wash away the last failure, Moustache assembled hundreds of heavy artillery regiments, more than 150 heavy artillery bombardment with a caliber of 200 or more, including more than 305 heavy artillery with a caliber of [-] or more, and even a hundred [-] caliber artillery. Heavy artillery of the above caliber.

More than 150 rounds of 200 shells, 305 rounds of [-]-caliber shells, and [-] rounds of [-] heavy artillery shells per minute. For a city, this is an unprecedented shelling density in the history of warfare.

Let Mosco almost shrouded in smoke.

But on the heights marked [-], the head of the regiment frowned, indicating that he was not in a happy mood.

in the afternoon.

Intermittent bombardment.

In the sky, a huge six-engine bomber suddenly appeared over Moscow, and then dropped huge bombs. Judging from their size, they were at least three-ton aerial bombs.

The smoke of the explosion, which was far more powerful than the explosion of the cannonball, rose, and some buildings were directly collapsed.

At this time, the artillery regiment commander was still standing on the [-] High Ground, holding the binoculars and looking at Mosco in the distance, his brows still furrowed.

"damn it."

He cursed fiercely.

Not counting air bombing, just counting the artillery, plus the 105 long-range artillery of other divisions, it is calculated that nearly [-] tons of artillery shells fall in the city of Moscow every minute.

The intensity of the artillery fire this time is indeed unprecedented, which can be called a miracle in the history of war.

But the head of the regiment is also very clear.

At this time, there were a large number of underground fortifications in Mosco. Such artillery bombardment was actually very ineffective. It could not destroy many enemy troops, and even morale would not have much impact.

Unless the heavy artillery with a caliber of 305 or more directly hits the fortress, or the three-ton aerial bomb directly hits the bunker, there will not be many losses at all.

In this city, everyone has been evacuated, and the remaining soldiers who are stationed see themselves as dead. They just want to hold the German soldiers on their backs and exchange their lives for another.

In the attack a few days ago, countless death squads attacked the No. [-] tank from the side with anti-tank rocket launchers, so that in just five days of attack, [-] tanks and armored vehicles were lost.

Of course, the enemy also suffered heavy losses. The casualties of the soldiers were only a lot more than those of the Germans, and there were even a lot of troops that surrendered.

Both sides are consuming.

In his opinion, such consumption is meaningless. With the current strength of the troops, the absolute superiority of mobile armored forces, superior air support forces, and tyrannical logistics supply strength, it is completely possible to directly divide and surround Moscow and exert its maneuverability. , bypassing and continuing to attack, besieging this place to death, and then attacking slowly, there is no need for such consumption at all.

Materials may not matter. Germany has no shortage of materials, but the consumption of soldiers and the consumption of morale is also huge. Such a slow attack will give the enemy time to prepare.

He instinctively felt that this approach was not right.

However, this war was directed by the head of state, who was just a regiment commander.

And the head of state seems to intend to unplug every enemy city, every fortress, every village, every farm, and every enemy on every piece of land swept by the army, and completely destroy the enemy from the root.

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November [-]th.

before dawn.

in the city of Moscow.

"Captain?"

A veteran holding a lit 'Zhonghua' cigarette, leaning on the wreckage of a destroyed No. [-] tank, holding an imported submachine gun, looked at the shimmering sky in the distance, and his eyes were fixed for a long time.

After a long time, a squad leader on the side couldn't help shouting.

Because of the rapid expansion of the troops, there is only the company commander among their veterans who have been in the company for more than one year. If there is a problem with the company commander, their platoon will probably be like the 33rd company...

Recalling the tragic situation of the 33rd company, the squad leader felt his scalp go numb.

Although he has made plans to sacrifice everything for the motherland, he also does not want to use his flesh and blood to charge the enemy's tanks and die in vain under the enemy's tracks.

The veteran company commander sighed silently, and suddenly took a sip of the last cigarette burning in his hand:

"In the bunker, the Germans are going to shell again."

The nighttime shelling was very ineffective. Except for the first two days, the Germans never launched shelling at night. It was always daytime shelling, and then the infantry rushed into Moscow under the cover of tanks, and the fortress was removed one fort after another.

"Yes."

Under the order, a group of recruits poured into the concrete fortress.

Not long after entering, dense shells fell from the sky, and more than half of the company, more than 90 people could only hide in the fortress tremblingly, praying not to be hit by large-caliber heavy artillery.

The German shelling was terrible, but their fortress was also very thick, with several layers of thick steel and concrete stacked, unless it was directly hit by the heavy artillery of more than [-] calibers, otherwise there would be no danger.

Inside the fort, the oil lamp was like beans, and a young man with a black star pistol and a military cap was eloquent:
"Same value, our fortress is very strong, more than one meter thick reinforced concrete, the German artillery can't penetrate it..."

"Our fort has enough water and food for all of us to consume for more than three months. Even canned meat alone is enough for us to eat for three months, and enough ammunition to last us for more than half a year."

"We also have two imported anti-tank guns, each armed with a hundred shells."

"We're going to fight until the last moment, the last person..."

"Every time the Germans eliminate one of us, at least they have to pay the price of one or even two people to contribute to our future counter-offensive."

"..."

The squad leader glanced at the officers who were still chattering, and then looked at the red-faced recruits who were being told, with a somewhat indifferent expression.

If it weren't for these idiots who just came out of the military academy training class, the 33rd company would not have been so stupid to charge the tanks after the fortress was breached the day before yesterday, and more than 90 people died in the enemy's machine gun fire in the end.

The old company commander also quietly glanced at the 'boss' who was still eloquent, but did not speak.

As a two-and-a-half-year veteran, he knew very well that all those who remained in the city were cannon fodder, used to consume the Germans' strength, delay the Germans' pace, and buy time for the rear counterattack.

So, these people are needed in the army.

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November [-]th.

subcontinent.

The mixed-territorial watchtowers, machine gun towers, and barbed wire divide the small port of Jinlai into two worlds.

Inside the barbed wire, it is clean, tidy, well-ordered, and the supplies are abundant. People outside can even smell the refreshing food fragrance wafting from the inside. It is said that this is the cooking method from the East.

Outside the barbed wire.

Chaos, can be seen everywhere, hungry crowds everywhere.

"Are we staying here?"

A battalion commander looked at the crowd outside with some doubts.

Since occupying this place, the troops have not continued to attack the devils, but have begun to expand along the railway, occupying one city after another, and building one fort after another.

Then, start building up the local armed forces.

And even more outrageous.

Fostering these forces, although nominally fighting against the devils, is not refusing to come, nor verifying them, and giving them when they see the forces.

Although no money is given, as long as the person who comes has a certain power, occupies some territory, and has a certain number of manpower, they will directly give weapons, guns, and even give them directly for free.

What are you going to do at the top?

Although they are all the goods of my grandfather in the last century, the domestically eliminated Hanyang-made, the middle-official, and the self-made horse rifles and old-fashioned shell guns in the base area, the best quality among them is the captured devil's [-]th big cover.

What's the use of putting these things in here?
Not to mention fighting the devils, now these people are fighting themselves. The east of the village is fighting the west of the village.

Moreover.

The devils have all huddled on the west coast, and they are all on the east coast, separated by hundreds of kilometers.

"Correct."

A group leader who once went to Ping'an County for training said in a leisurely tone:

"Our group is staying here."

"Release all the grandfather's goods in the warehouse."

"of course."

The head of the regiment increased his tone:
"Good things, three or eight big covers, Czech-style, crooked handles, and mortars must be bought with money! Dollars, or food stamps, nothing else."

"As long as the money is enough, heavy machine guns, 60, 80 mortars, and even small tanks are negotiable."

"Yes."

The battalion commander twitched the corners of his mouth and said nothing.

The so-called small tank is actually the little bean of the devil. The armor, power and firepower of this thing are not as good as even the armored car, and the heavy machine gun can be directly beaten into a sieve.

I don't know where it came from, but hundreds of them were shipped.

Anyway, I don't like these things, and it's okay to play with these headscarves. Even if they are captured by the devils, there is no threat to myself, and they are pure living targets.