Anti-Japanese War: My equipment is infinitely refreshed

At three o'clock in the morning, the atmosphere in Admiral Kruger's headquarters was solemn and depressing.

The light was dim, casting mottled shadows on the wall.

Kruger sat in front of the table piled with documents, his eyes bloodshot. Long hours of commanding operations made him exhausted, but there was still determination in his eyes.

At this moment, he had just received the casualty report from Lieutenant General Mueller. The coffee cup in his hand trembled unconsciously, leaving a dark brown circular mark on the table, just like the indelible scars of war on this land.

"The report says that the army's artillery lost 37% of its 150mm howitzers," the adjutant said in a low voice, standing nearby. "However, we also cost the Soviet 11th Guards Tank Army 89 tanks."

Kruger held the report tightly, his nails almost digging into the paper. His voice was hoarse but very firm: "Let the logistics trains give priority to replenishing anti-tank ammunition. Tell the medical teams of each division to complete the evacuation of all the wounded before dawn. We can't let the soldiers die in vain, and we can't let them wait for death in pain."

When the first ray of sunlight struggled to break through the smoke-filled sky, a tragic scene appeared on the banks of the Berezina River.

The once graceful willow trees had long since been reduced to charred stumps, as if torn by the claws of a demon.

On the river floated the wreckage of destroyed BA-64 armored vehicles, their twisted metal shells gleaming coldly in the sun.

The oil stains glowed with a strange rainbow light in the blood-red ripples, which was a cruel portrayal of war and a silent elegy for the disappearance of life.

German engineers were busy in the trenches, scooping out the water with captured Soviet helmets.

Mud and blood mixed with water poured out of the helmets and dripped onto the land ravaged by war.

Corporal Hans knelt in the mud, sweat and mud mixed on his face, as he tried to clamp a ruptured artery in the body of a corporal who had been shot in the chest.

The corporal's face was as pale as paper, his lips trembled slightly, and he let out a faint groan.

"Hold on, brother, you'll be fine." Hans comforted him softly, but he didn't dare to stop his hands.

His eyes were full of anxiety and concentration. In this cruel battlefield, every second mattered between life and death.

Five days later, the army staff gathered in a conference room riddled with bullet holes.

The bullet marks on the wall seemed to tell of the fierce attack that this place had once suffered.

Kruger stood in front of the huge aerial photo, his eyes sharp.

He noticed that Major General Frank's bandaged right hand was still trembling slightly. It was the pain left by the war and also the medal of honor.

"Your bravery has bought the Empire time to reorganize its defenses," Kruger tapped the area covered with craters on the aerial photo with his pointer, and the sound echoed in the conference room. "But we must be clear that the Soviets are gathering new armored forces in the Rogachev direction. They will not give up, and we must not relax. I require each division to complete the mobile defense formation within three days, and each infantry regiment must be equipped with an accompanying assault artillery unit. We must meet the enemy's next attack with the fastest speed and the strongest defense line."

The staff officers nodded one after another, their eyes revealing firmness and determination.

Although the shadow of war still looms, their loyalty to the empire and their desire for victory have never been extinguished.

At the rear maintenance station, Sergeant Schneider was leading his men to replace the road wheels of the returning assault gun.

The repair station was filled with the smell of engine oil and metal, and the sounds of various tools colliding were intertwined.

Schneider pointed to the fresh bullet marks on the gun shield and explained to the apprentices around him: "This is the ricochet mark left by the 76mm ZIS-3. Fortunately, our 45mm sloped armor is strong enough to block this fatal blow. You must remember that on the battlefield, every detail is related to life and death, and every maintenance must be foolproof."

The apprentices listened attentively, nodding from time to time, their eyes flashing with desire for knowledge and awe of war.

However, suddenly, the sharp air raid sirens broke this brief silence. The sirens echoed in the air like the roar of a demon.

Everyone looked up and saw the outlines of Il-2 attack aircraft vaguely visible in the clouds. They were approaching the maintenance station like black ghosts.

"Quick, hide!" Schneider shouted loudly. The apprentices quickly scattered and looked for cover.

Anti-aircraft guns began to roar, tracer bullets wove a web of death in the air. The flames of exploding shells shone in the sky, illuminating the land shrouded in war.

Under the attack of anti-aircraft guns, the Il-2 attack aircraft sometimes dived and sometimes pulled up, trying to break through the defense and drop deadly bombs.

As night fell, the air raid finally ended. The repair station was in a mess, and several pieces of equipment that had not been concealed in time were blown to pieces.

Schneider crawled out of the bunker and looked at the tragic scene in front of him, his heart filled with anger and helplessness.

War is so cruel that it can take away everything at any time.

Kruger stood alone on the open-air platform on the top floor of the observatory.

The occasional flashes of artillery fire in the northern sky illuminated the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross on his chest, which was a symbol of his honor and also a burden of his responsibility.

The battle line fifty kilometers away was like a panting fire dragon, with flames and smoke interweaving and explosions ringing in the ears.

The Admiral knew that this battle of steel and will was far from over.

He looked in the direction of the war, with a myriad of thoughts in his mind.

The Fourth Army paid a huge price in this war, but they also left a new mark in the long scroll of history with their tenacious resistance and new war machines.

Although he knew that this mark would eventually be washed away by a stronger torrent, it did illuminate Germany's last glory on that chilly spring night in 1944.

On the battlefield, the soldiers still hold their positions.

They lay in the cold trenches, enduring hunger and exhaustion, waiting for the enemy's next attack.

Every soldier knows that behind them are their motherland and their families. They cannot retreat but can only move forward.

A young soldier leaned against the trench wall, holding a photo of his family tightly in his hand. The photo was a little yellowed, but his eyes were full of tenderness and longing.

"Mom, Dad, I will come back alive." He whispered softly, his voice seemed so small in the noise of war, yet so firm.

On the Soviet side, commanders were also busy deploying new offensive plans.

They looked at the German defense line on the Berezina River on the map, their eyes revealing firm determination.

"We must break through their defenses and fight for the liberation of our motherland." The Soviet commander said loudly, his voice inspiring every soldier.

In this war, whether it was the German or Soviet army, everyone was caught up in the torrent of history.

They struggled between steel and gunfire, hovering between life and death.

The land along the Berezina River has witnessed too many sacrifices and glory, and it will always remember this cruel and tragic history.

As time went on, the German divisions began to form mobile defensive formations in accordance with Kruger's orders.

The soldiers worked day and night, digging trenches, setting up defenses, and deploying assault guns to key locations.

They knew that the coming battle would be even more brutal, but they were not afraid.

In a makeshift military camp, a group of soldiers sat together, sharing the little food they had.

Their faces were full of fatigue, but their smiles were still bright. "When this war is over, I will go home and grow my potatoes." A soldier said with a smile.

"I'm going to see my fiancée. She must be waiting for me." Another soldier's eyes sparkled with happiness.

In this brutal war, these simple wishes became their motivation to persevere.

And in the German headquarters, Kruger was still commanding everything nervously.

He kept in constant contact with the various divisions to understand the deployment of the defense lines and adjust the combat plans.

He knew that the outcome of this war not only concerned the fate of the empire, but also the lives of countless soldiers.

At the same time, the Soviet armored forces assembled in the Rogachev direction.

Their tanks flashed cold light in the sun, with their guns pointed directly at the German defense line. A new storm is coming, and the flames of war on the Berezina River will burn again.

When the dawn light once again shone on this land, the German soldiers were already ready for battle.

They looked into the distance, their eyes full of vigilance and determination.

With an order, the Soviet tanks started moving and rushed towards the German defense line.

For a moment, the sound of gunfire was deafening and smoke filled the entire battlefield.

The German assault guns roared and fired at the Soviet tanks.

The shells exploded among the tanks, and flames shot into the sky.

The Soviet tanks were not to be outdone and fought back.

On the battlefield, the roar of tanks, the explosion of artillery shells, and the shouts of soldiers intertwined together to form a cruel symphony of war.

In this fierce battle, both sides paid a heavy price.

The soldiers moved through the hail of bullets and some of them kept falling down, but their comrades did not retreat and continued to charge forward.

The land along the Berezina River was dyed red with blood, and the river seemed to be ignited by the flames of war.

Kruger stood in the observation post, closely watching the situation on the battlefield.

There was no fear on his face, only calmness and determination.

He constantly issued orders, adjusted the defense lines, and commanded the German army to put up a tenacious resistance.

Although the war situation was grim, he firmly believed that as long as they united as one, they would be able to hold the line.

As the battle continued, gaps gradually appeared in the German defense line.

Soviet tanks broke through part of the defense line and rushed towards the rear of the German army.

Kruger realized that the situation had reached a critical juncture, and he immediately ordered the reserve troops to fight and plug the gap at all costs.

The reserve soldiers rushed to the battlefield like tigers, holding guns and charging towards the Soviet tanks.

Under the tank fire, they kept falling down, but their figures stood on the battlefield like immortal monuments.

After a fierce battle, the German army finally succeeded in blocking the gap.

On the battlefield, the smoke gradually dissipated, leaving behind a mess.

Soldiers from both sides left countless blood and lives on this land.

Although the battle was temporarily over, the shadow of war still loomed over the banks of the Berezina River.

Kruger looked at the land ravaged by war, his heart filled with emotion.

He knew that the war would continue and they would face more challenges.

But he believed that as long as their will remained strong, they would be able to hold on until the last moment in this battle of steel and will.

In the following days, the German and Soviet armies were deadlocked on the banks of the Berezina River.

Both sides are constantly adjusting their deployments, replenishing their troops, and preparing for the next attack.

Although the flames of war on this land have temporarily subsided, the shadow of war has never dissipated.

In another theater command center, the lights were also on all night.

Cun Yunsheng stood in front of a huge map, which was densely marked with various symbols and lines. That was the military deployment of the war zone he was responsible for.

But at this moment, his mind was not on this map at all, but was attracted by the intelligence he had just received about the Eastern Front.

His brows were furrowed, and the intelligence document in his hand was slightly wrinkled. After hearing the outcome of the battle on the Eastern Front, he couldn't help but take a breath.

"I have to say, only the Soviet Union and Germany have the confidence to fight this kind of war involving millions of people." He murmured to himself in a low voice, his voice full of emotion and shock.

"If it were me, the logistics alone would be enough to make me collapse, not to mention anything else." He knew very well the importance of logistical support to a war. It was the lifeline of war, and with such a huge scale of war, the logistical pressure was simply unimaginable.

Although he won many battles on his own battlefield, those were actually small-scale battles.

The largest battle he had ever experienced was only a clash between tens of thousands of people.

Compared with the scale of millions of troops deployed on the Eastern Front, it is really dwarfed by the giant and is not enough.

The scale of a war involving millions of people is an extraordinarily rigorous test for commanders.

On a battlefield like that, it is normal to go without sleep for several days and nights.

Commanders must not only pay close attention to the ever-changing battlefield situation, but also coordinate the forces of all parties and make accurate and decisive decisions. Any slight mistake may lead to a reversal of the battle situation and the loss of countless soldiers' lives.

"Commander, has the winner not been decided yet?" Milong walked over from the side, with confusion and curiosity on his face, and asked after a moment of hesitation.

He was also full of unfamiliarity and awe towards large-scale wars like the Eastern Front.

Cun Yunsheng slowly turned around, looked at Mi Long, shook his head slightly, and said solemnly: "It will take several months to determine the winner. Even though both sides have suffered more than 100,000 casualties, it is just an appetizer."

He knew very well that this was just the beginning of the war, and more brutal and intense battles were yet to come.

Both the Soviet Union and Germany were continuously investing manpower and supplies. This war was no longer just a confrontation of military power, but also a contest of comprehensive national strength and willpower.

"It takes so long?" Mi Long was very surprised. (End of this chapter)