Anti-Japanese War: My equipment is infinitely refreshed

Manstein, the marshal regarded as the backbone of the German army, revealed unquestionable firmness and decisiveness in his eyes after a tense and confidential communication with Model.

He turned around abruptly and shouted an order in a majestic voice to the combat staff officer on standby beside him: "The First Armored Division should press forward immediately, and the rocket artillery regiment should prepare to open fire to defeat the enemy as quickly as possible." His tone was so firm that it seemed as if he wanted to engrave this order deeply into everyone's heart.

The combat staff did not dare to slack off at all. He quickly picked up the phone and conveyed the order in a loud and clear voice: "Rocket regiment, target 6700 meters, direction 098, altitude 48 degrees, no calibration required, shoot rapidly with maximum firepower, and open fire." These short and powerful words, like a charge horn on the battlefield, instantly put the entire rocket artillery regiment into a highly tense combat state.

However, at this critical moment, the chief of staff next to him suddenly realized a serious problem. He hurried forward and stopped it in time: "Your Excellency Marshal, why don't you send a telegram to the front line and let their troops withdraw first, otherwise it is easy to cause accidental injuries." There was a hint of urgency in the chief of staff's voice. He knew very well that in this chaotic battlefield, if an accidental injury occurred, the consequences would be disastrous.

Manstein frowned slightly and fell into a brief contemplation.

He knew very well that what the chief of staff said was absolutely right. At this critical moment of life and death, any small mistake could lead to a reversal of the battle situation.

In order to provide assistance this time, Speer gave almost all the self-propelled artillery that could be equipped to the 15st Armored Division, and even the 41 cm Nebelwerfer rocket launchers that he had finally obtained were all allocated to himself.

The order he had just issued was to use these powerful rocket launchers to destroy the Soviet tank cluster, but if he did not notify the front-line troops to retreat in time, his soldiers would undoubtedly be put in danger.

"You are right. Send a telegram to Admiral Hoth, telling him that we will arrive soon and ask them to retreat immediately. We will prepare long-range artillery support." Manstein pondered for a while, nodded slowly, and said in a firm tone.

"Yes!" The chief of staff quickly took the order and turned around to arrange the sending of the telegram.

At this time, on another part of the battlefield, Admiral Hott was extremely anxious.

The Third Armored Group he led suffered heavy losses in this brutal war.

Thinking back to the 500 tanks that had just rushed out, they were the elite forces in his hands, but now there were less than 300 left.

Each of these tanks carried the lives and hopes of countless soldiers, but now they have been turned into piles of scrap metal in the flames of war.

The defense lines on the positions were constantly broken under the fierce attacks of the Soviet army.

Seeing the defense lines being torn apart everywhere, Admiral Hoth had no choice but to give orders to shrink the front line, trying to save as much manpower as possible in this way.

However, the defense line at this time was already riddled with holes, like a sieve with countless holes, with loopholes everywhere.

Admiral Hoth knew clearly that once the Soviet army reacted and seized these loopholes to launch attacks, his own troops would definitely suffer heavy losses.

"The manpower and weapons and equipment are still insufficient." Admiral Hott sighed weakly, his voice full of fatigue and helplessness.

During this war, he deeply felt the tremendous pressure brought about by resource shortages.

Every battle seems like a desperate fight with fate, while our own troops always struggle to hold on under disadvantage.

"Yes, although the individual quality and combat capability of the imperial soldiers are definitely the best in the world, the opponent will grow up as the fighting goes on for a long time. Our individual combat advantage is actually slowly decreasing." The chief of staff next to him also sighed, his tone full of worry.

He looked at the smoke on the battlefield and knew in his heart that the situation of the war was gradually changing and the German army's previous advantages were disappearing bit by bit.

"It depends on when Manstein's First Armored Division will arrive. It is said that it is equipped with many new weapons and may achieve different results." Admiral Hoth said with emotion, a hint of expectation in his eyes.

He placed all his hopes on Manstein, hoping that he could bring about a turnaround and reverse the unfavorable situation of the war.

"Commander, our armored forces can't hold on any longer. Let's retreat first." At this time, the combat staff officer hurried over and said, his face full of anxiety.

Admiral Hott frowned even more when he heard this. He sighed deeply and said, "Has it come to this? Are we really going to withdraw?" To be honest, he still felt a little unwilling in his heart.

You have to know that at the beginning of the war, his Third Armored Group had thousands of tanks. At that time, he was full of vigor and vitality, as if the whole world was at his feet.

But now, after only two years of fighting, there are only these few tanks left, and the supply is never full and is always intermittent.

"After this battle, I must take a good rest..." Just then, the communications staff came in excitedly with a telegram and said loudly: "Commander, good news, good news."

"Field Marshal Manstein sent a telegram saying that they have arrived and hope that our troops will retreat five kilometers immediately. They will provide fire coverage." The communications staff's voice was full of joy and excitement.

"What has arrived?" Admiral Hoth shouted with a hint of excitement on his face. In this desperate moment, this news was undoubtedly like a ray of light, illuminating the darkness in his heart.

"Yes, their rocket artillery regiment is preparing to provide fire coverage. They are worried about accidental injuries and hope that we retreat five kilometers immediately." The communications staff repeated.

"Okay, okay, okay, okay, order the entire army to retreat to the third line of defense, rest there, prepare for a counterattack, and distribute all the ammunition." At the end, Admiral Hott's tone was cold, as if he wanted to vent all the anger and unwillingness in his heart.

"Yes!" The operations staff officer quickly took the order and turned around to convey the order.

Soon, the German infantry divisions defending the front line began to retreat as ordered and move towards the third line of defense.

Although the soldiers felt a little strange about this sudden order, they knew that obeying orders was a soldier's duty, so they set off without hesitation.

The commanders of the 12th and 19th Armored Divisions, who were engaged in the battle, received the order and without saying a word, led their troops to break out.

They knew that it was not that their tanks were inferior to the enemy, but that the Soviets had too many tanks. According to reconnaissance, the Soviets had sent another 1,000 tanks from the rear to reinforce them.

Fifteen hundred Soviet tanks were already enough of a headache for them, and now if another thousand arrived, their more than three hundred tanks would definitely be wiped out.

"Hahaha, we finally chased them away."

"Quick, keep chasing."

"Kill!"

"Come on!"

Seeing the German tanks retreating, the morale of the Soviet tank soldiers was high, and they excitedly clamored to chase and kill the German tanks.

They thought the German army had been completely defeated and victory was at hand.

However, Lieutenant General Relbac was very calm. He looked at the situation on the battlefield and was not overwhelmed by the joy of victory.

He was well aware of the complexity of war and that the German retreat might not be easy.

"Don't chase, break through the German positions and attack Hoth's headquarters directly." Lieutenant General Relbak gave the order loudly.

In his opinion, although annihilating the German armored forces in one fell swoop was a great achievement, breaking through the enemy's defense line and annihilating the enemy completely was the top priority.

Only by completely destroying the German command system can we truly win this war. Soon, led by a group of tanks, a large number of advancing infantry in the rear rushed towards the German positions.

Along the way, Soviet soldiers could see many destroyed trenches, barbed wire and concrete bunkers.

These are all traces left by the war, witnessing the cruelty and intensity of this battle.

"We broke through two lines of defense. Our armored forces are really powerful."

"Don't be careless, be careful of what's waiting for us ahead."

"Don't be so timid, how could it be possible."

"Perhaps."

"You are such a coward! Can't you see that our tank army is clearing the way? If we really encounter an ambush, our tank army should be able to easily defeat the enemy."

"Yes, but it still feels a little off."

Some of the advancing Soviet infantry were discussing in whispers.

Their hearts were filled with joy of victory, but also with a hint of uneasiness. After all, the German army's retreat this time was somewhat strange, which made them feel uneasy.

At this time, the Soviet troops had not yet realized that the danger was approaching and were still discussing in whispers.

Perhaps this way of chatting can ease their nervous mood and save them from worrying about sudden attacks.

As Rebalko looked at the silent German positions, he felt a little nervous and uneasy, as if something was going to happen.

His intuition told him that this war was not that simple and there must be some conspiracy behind the German retreat.

"Did the reconnaissance troops find anything?" Ever since the German armored forces retreated, he had deployed the reconnaissance troops in the hope of discovering in time whether there were any ambushes around.

"There is no ambush. The German army retreated decisively and has withdrawn to the third line of defense." The chief of staff replied hurriedly.

"It's strange, what is the reason?" Lieutenant General Rebalko said with some confusion.

His heart was full of doubts, and the German army's actions were beyond his comprehension.

At this moment, countless "whoosh whoosh" sounds streaked across the sky and attacked his tank group. The sound was sharp and piercing, like the call of the god of death.

Hearing the sharp whistling sound, Lieutenant General Rebalko's face changed drastically. He was shocked and shouted immediately: "Retreat, retreat, it's a rocket launcher, it's a rocket launcher." He knew very well the power of this rocket launcher. If hit, his troops would suffer heavy losses.

Unfortunately, it was too late. Under Manstein's command, the 15 41cm Nebelwerfer rocket launchers were firing at the Soviet tanks at full power.

In an instant, the entire battlefield was shrouded in flames and explosions.

One Soviet tank after another was blown to pieces by rocket attacks, and the soldiers fled in all directions, screaming in agony.

The battlefield was filled with smoke, blood and flesh flying everywhere, and it was a tragic scene.

Lieutenant General Rebalko looked at the scene in front of him, his heart filled with regret and self-blame. He regretted that he did not listen to his inner intuition and did not discover the German conspiracy in time. But at this moment, he had no time to blame himself. He had to organize the troops to retreat as soon as possible to reduce losses.

"All troops, retreat immediately, don't fight any more." Lieutenant General Rebalko gave the order loudly. However, in this chaotic battlefield, his voice was quickly drowned out by the sound of explosions and shouts of killing.

The Soviet troops fell into chaos, soldiers panicked and fled in all directions under the attack of rockets, and tanks lost their command and collided with each other in a mess.

The German army took advantage of the situation to launch a counterattack. General Hoth led the 3rd Armored Group, rushed out of the third line of defense, and launched a fierce attack on the chaotic Soviet troops.

On the battlefield, the sound of gunfire and shouts of killing intertwined like a symphony of death. Soldiers from both sides fought a desperate battle on this land, and the blood dyed the earth red. Every second, someone fell down, and every moment, a life disappeared. This war is not only a military contest, but also a test of humanity.

As time went by, the Soviet defense line was gradually broken by the German army. Lieutenant General Rebalko watched his troops retreat step by step, feeling helpless and desperate.

He knew that he had already lost the battle, and lost miserably.

"Order the troops to retreat across the board." Lieutenant General Rebalko finally issued this helpless order.

He looked at the smoke on the battlefield and secretly swore in his heart that he must get back at the next battle.

The Soviet troops began to retreat in an orderly manner, with the German army pursuing closely behind.

The battle ended with the victory of the German army, but it was a painful price for both sides.

Countless corpses and debris were left on the battlefield, witnessing the cruelty and ruthlessness of this war.

Manstein stood on the battlefield, looking at everything in front of him, without any joy of victory in his heart.

He knew that the war was far from over and that more challenges were waiting for them in the future.

Admiral Hoth came to Manstein and expressed his gratitude to him.

"Thank you for your support, Marshal. Without you, we would be in real danger this time." Admiral Hott said.

"This is our common achievement. The war is not over yet and we still have a lot to do," said Manstein.

Their eyes met, and they saw the determination and resolve in each other's eyes.

They knew that in this cruel war, only unity could lead to ultimate victory.

However, the shadow of war still looms over this land. Both sides are preparing for the next battle, and a new round of competition is about to begin.

Marshal Zhukov, who received the news, still seemed very calm. He did not expect to completely defeat the German army in one go.

"Let the logistics department replenish all the damaged tanks immediately." Marshal Zhukov ordered.

"Yes." (End of chapter)