Anti-Japanese War: My equipment is infinitely refreshed

The German soldiers were struggling to resist the fierce attack of the Soviet Army, especially the Soviet T-34 tanks in groups, which kept impacting the German defense line like a steel torrent, bringing tremendous pressure to the German Army.

"Awesome, so powerful, there is such a powerful weapon." A young German soldier, his face covered with smoke and dust, but his eyes shining with excitement, he looked at the Panzerfaust rocket launcher that had just been put into use, and shouted excitedly.

Another veteran beside him also said with emotion: "If we had this weapon earlier, we would not have been beaten by tanks without any chance to fight back."

"Yes, this is much more powerful than the iron fist!" The surrounding German soldiers echoed one after another, and excited shouts echoed one after another on the battlefield. Before, when they faced the Soviet tanks, they could only rely on simple weapons and flesh and blood to resist, and suffered heavy casualties.

And now, the emergence of the Iron Fist Bazooka has given them hope.

Even the captain who had previously been skeptical about this weapon now had a gleam in his eyes.

He quickly walked up to the officer escorting the weapons and asked anxiously, "That's amazing! How many Panzerfausts are there?"

The escorting officer looked exhausted. He sighed and said helplessly, "There are only 500 weapons and almost 3,000 rounds of ammunition. We have to use them sparingly. It's not easy to transport them to the front line. There are Soviet air force attacks everywhere. Our logistics officers and soldiers took great pains along the way to finally deliver these weapons to you safely."

The captain frowned immediately and complained, "Five hundred are too few. On average, there is only one for each person. The ammunition is also pitifully small. The Soviet army has so many tanks. This is not enough."

The escort officer patted the captain on the shoulder and patiently explained, "It's a lot. This is considering that you are on the front line. Otherwise, we would only give you 200 at most. Think about it, many troops would be vying for such a powerful weapon. There are almost three million troops on the entire Eastern Front, and there are only 100,000 Panzerfausts in total. How many can be distributed to each unit?"

After hearing this, the captain was still somewhat dissatisfied, but he also understood that this was indeed a helpless move, so he stopped worrying about it.

He immediately gave orders and sent people to learn how to operate this new weapon.

The operation of the Panzerfaust is actually not complicated, especially for many German soldiers who have operated the old Panzerfaust before, they quickly figured out the shooting routine.

With the support of this weapon, the combat effectiveness of the 5th Infantry Division has been greatly enhanced.

On the battlefield, countless flaming armor-piercing shells hit the charging T-34 tanks like meteors.

Accompanied by loud noises, the Soviet armored forces suffered heavy losses.

One T-34 tank after another was hit and caught fire. The turrets were blown off. Soviet tank soldiers fled from the burning tanks, but were immediately exposed to the German firepower.

"Damn it, why was the attack interrupted?" Soviet Lieutenant General Rebalko roared angrily in the headquarters.

He had originally planned that the armored force's charge would be able to break through the German defense line in one fell swoop, but he did not expect to encounter such stubborn resistance.

"Commander, the German army has a single-soldier anti-tank weapon that can easily penetrate our tanks." The combat staff officer who came to report explained carefully.

"Individual anti-tank weapon?" Lieutenant General Rebalko looked puzzled. His previous armored units were mainly blocked by German artillery fire and had never seen this new weapon.

In addition, all the Soviet soldiers who had seen this weapon before had died in battle, and the German army did an excellent job of keeping it secret, so the Soviet army knew very little about this weapon. Even if they had heard of it, they thought it was just an old model of the Panzerfaust.

However, the old Panzerfaust had an extremely short range of only 20 to 30 meters, and had to be fired at close range, which often resulted in German soldiers being easily killed during the attack.

"Yes, it's very powerful. With the tail fin, one shell can destroy our tank." The operations staff emphasized again helplessly.

Lieutenant General Rebalko frowned, feeling secretly annoyed. He did not expect that the German army on the opposite side would be so difficult to deal with.

After thinking for a moment, he shouted angrily: "Notify the Air Force and let them send these damn German troops to hell."

Soon, hundreds of Soviet fighter planes roared over the battle area, and the sun shone on the wings of the fighter planes, reflecting a cold light.

Bombs fell on the German positions one after another like raindrops. The entire German position was instantly shrouded in smoke. The explosions were deafening. Mud and rocks were blown into the sky and then fell heavily down.

This was an all-round carpet bombing. The German trenches and bunkers were constantly destroyed, and the soldiers suffered heavy casualties.

"Hehehe, it feels really good. The days without German fighter planes intercepting us are really great. Now we can bomb however we want and let these bastards have a taste of being slaughtered. Hahaha, it feels really good." A Soviet pilot flying an Il-2 attack aircraft had a smug smile on his face and laughed excitedly.

"Yes, it was really cool, but we were too slow just now and an anti-aircraft artillery position was seized." The wingman pilot next to him also echoed.

"Don't worry, the German troops below are all ours. No one can take them away today."

"That's right, but with so many German soldiers, aren't you afraid of choking to death?" the wingman pilot said jokingly.

"What are you afraid of? There are no German fighter planes anyway. What is there to be afraid of? In our eyes, they are just lambs to be slaughtered. We will kill as many as we can."

However, before their laughter died down, an ME262 fighter plane rushed into the Soviet fighter formation like a silver lightning.

With a sharp whistling sound, a burst of machine gun bullets swept towards an Il-2 attack aircraft like a torrential rain. In an instant, the Il-2 attack aircraft was blown up, turning into a ball of fire, with fragments flying everywhere.

"Damn it, it's a German fighter plane."

"Evade quickly!"

"Oh my god, it's so fast."

"It's a fighter jet, run."

The Soviet pilots were immediately panicked. They had never seen a fighter plane flying at such a speed.

In front of the me262 jet fighter, the il-2 attack aircraft was like a clumsy duck, unable to fight back.

Relying on its extremely high speed and powerful firepower, the me262 fighter jet rampaged through the Soviet fighter formation as if it was in an empty space.

"Too fast, I can't outrun you, fight back, fight back quickly."

"Don't run away. You can't escape. Fight back quickly."

"Damn it, I can't catch up."

"The machine gun bullets are too weak. There's no reaction when they hit me."

Hartmann was flying the me262 jet fighter with only one thought in his mind, and that was how cool it was.

His face was filled with a confident smile and his eyes revealed the excitement of a hunter seeing his prey.

In his eyes, these Soviet fighter planes were lambs to be slaughtered. No plane could catch up with him. The bullets fired by those Soviet fighter planes could not catch up with the speed of me262 at all.

"Great! We must kill a hundred fighter planes today." Hartmann roared, and like a silver arrow shot from a bow, he once again rushed into the Soviet fighter formation.

He skillfully controlled the fighter plane, the 2mm cannon kept spitting out flames, and every shot hit the target accurately. One Il- attack plane after another was shot down under his attack, and some were disintegrated in mid-air, and the Soviet pilots did not even have the chance to parachute to escape.

On the ground, the soldiers of the Fifth Infantry Division, who had suffered from the bombing, saw the German fighter planes appear, and their originally desperate faces suddenly showed excitement.

"terrible."

"Is this our air force? So powerful?"

"I saw it. Soviet fighter planes were being shot down like dumplings." "It's amazing."

"It's a pity that they showed up too late."

The soldiers talked excitedly, however, their excitement was soon interrupted because the Soviet tank group on the opposite side appeared again and continued to charge towards the position.

"Prepare for battle, ready the bazookas," the German commander shouted. The soldiers quickly put away their smiles and returned to the intense battle.

In the sky, as more and more ME262 fighters arrived, the Soviet fighter planes finally collapsed and began to flee in all directions.

But faced with the ME262 fighter jets that could travel at speeds of over kilometers per hour, they could only be slaughtered, and even escape became a luxury.

"That guy Hartmann shot down dozens of fighter planes again. The total number of planes shot down must be more than 400, right? He is simply a devil." A German pilot said through the radio communication channel.

"There should be. It is said that he has now made a plan for himself to shoot down a thousand enemy planes." responded another pilot.

"It is said that the Supreme Command has issued an order that whoever is the first to shoot down a thousand fighter planes will be awarded the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Swords and Diamonds."

"Oh my god, this is the highest honor!"

"I think Hartman is very promising."

"I want it too!"

The pilots were also having heated discussions during the breaks in the battle.

At this time, Hartmann was concentrating on the battle. All he had in his eyes were the Soviet fighter planes. He had only one goal in his mind, which was to keep shooting down enemy planes and move towards unprecedented honor.

On the ground, the tank battle between the German and Soviet armies was still raging.

Relying on Panzerfausts, German soldiers stubbornly resisted the attack of Soviet tanks.

T-34 tanks were hit one after another, and the burning wreckage was scattered all over the battlefield. But there were too many Soviet tanks, and the pressure on the German army was increasing.

During a fierce firefight, a young German soldier had just destroyed a T-34 tank with a Panzerfaust. Before he had time to catch his breath, he found another tank rushing towards him.

He quickly reloaded the ammunition, however, just as he was about to shoot, a shell exploded beside him, and he was knocked to the ground by the blast, injuring his leg and bleeding profusely.

"Hans, how are you?" A comrade quickly ran over and helped him up.

"I'm fine. Come on, help me load the ammunition. The tank is still there." Hans gritted his teeth and said while enduring the severe pain.

His comrades quickly helped him load the ammunition. Hans endured the pain in his legs, stood up with difficulty, aimed at the T-34 tank, and pulled the trigger.

With a loud bang, the tank was successfully destroyed.

"Good job, Hans." His comrades cast approving glances at him.

However, the battle continued, and the German casualties continued to increase. In the sky, the air battle between the Me262 fighter and the Soviet fighter planes also entered a white-hot stage.

Hartmann had shot down dozens of enemy planes, and his record was rising. But the Soviets had a large number of fighter planes and were constantly organizing counterattacks.

A Soviet La-5 fighter tried to attack Hartmann from behind. Hartmann keenly sensed the danger, and he quickly drove the Me262 fighter into a sharp turn, then accelerated suddenly and rushed directly in front of the La-5 fighter.

Without waiting for the other party to react, Hartmann pressed the machine gun button, and a burst of shells directly hit the La-5 fighter plane and caused it to explode in mid-air.

"Hmph, you think you can sneak attack me?" Hartman said coldly.

As the battle continued, the Soviet aircraft were gradually repelled and the sky was filled with black smoke from the burning wreckage of the aircraft.

On the ground, although the German army temporarily resisted the Soviet attack, they also paid a heavy price.

The battlefield was littered with broken limbs, burning tanks and abandoned weapons.

"This battle is so brutal." A German lieutenant said with emotion as he looked at the scene before him.

"Yes, but we can't retreat, we must hold our ground." The captain said firmly.

At this time, the sun gradually set, and its afterglow sprinkled on the devastated battlefield, dyeing the entire battlefield a layer of blood red.

The soldiers on both sides were exhausted, but they all knew that the war was far from over.

The German army temporarily stabilized its defense line with the help of new weapons and air force support, but the Soviet army would not give up and would definitely launch another attack.

Marshal Model stood in the command center, looking tired, his eyes bloodshot, staring at the map in front of him, as if trying to find the key to breaking the deadlock from the dense lines and marks.

When Field Marshal Manstein hurried over, he seemed to have seen a savior, and heaved a sigh of relief, saying with emotion: "Manstein, if you had come a little later, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to hold the line."

Marshal Manstein frowned slightly, his eyes swept across Model's face, then looked at the busy yet tense atmosphere around him, and his heart sank.

He was puzzled and asked, "What's going on? Didn't Zhukov on the other side lose to you? How could this happen? You are commanding millions of troops."

Model smiled bitterly and shook his head, pointing to the front line on the map where the Soviet army had advanced. His voice was a little hoarse: "Zhukov was too well prepared this time. His troops were in high spirits, and they had advantages in both manpower and equipment. They have torn several holes in our defense line, and the casualties among the soldiers were heavy. I have done my best to hold on until now."

Manstein walked forward and looked at the map carefully, his brows furrowed more and more.

He knew very well that the situation on the Eastern Front was changing rapidly. Once the defense line collapsed, the consequences would be disastrous. "We can't just passively defend like this anymore. We must take the initiative and find their weaknesses." He raised his head and looked at Model firmly. "How many reserves do you have?"

Model sighed helplessly: "The reserve troops have been almost exhausted, and the troops that can be mobilized are very limited. In addition, our supply lines have also been attacked by the Soviet army, and the supply of materials is becoming increasingly difficult."

Manstein pondered for a moment and said slowly: "This is not a solution. We must re-formulate the battle plan. Although Zhukov is powerful, he is not without weaknesses. We must take advantage of his underestimation of the enemy and surprise him."

As he spoke, Manstein gestured on the map and explained his ideas to Model.

As Mordel listened, he nodded, and hope gradually brightened in his eyes.

At this time, the sound of gunfire on the battlefield was still deafening, and the German soldiers were struggling to hold on under the fierce attack of the Soviet army.

In the headquarters, the two marshals were racking their brains, trying to find a way to turn the tide of the battle.

They knew that this battle not only concerned the life and death of the German army, but would also affect the direction of the entire Eastern Front.

At the same time, in the Soviet command center, Zhukov was closely watching the situation on the battlefield.

The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a confident smile: "Model, I wonder how long you can hold out this time." He turned to look at the staff officer beside him, "Continue to increase the intensity of the attack and don't give the German army any chance to breathe." (End of this chapter)