Anti-Japanese War: My equipment is infinitely refreshed

In 1944, the war on the Eastern Front had entered a white-hot stage. The situation was stalemate and the fight for every inch of land affected the direction of the war.

In the Smolensk region, the Soviet and German defense lines were intertwined, and this place became the front line for fierce battles between the two sides.

The morning mist had not yet completely dissipated, and six Soviet infantry divisions had already assembled at the front line.

They marched with firm steps and high morale, aiming directly at the German defense line. With a command, the attack began.

The Soviet soldiers rushed forward like a tide, advancing at an extremely fast speed.

The tracks of the T-34 tanks dug deep grooves in the scorched earth. The tank commanders leaned out from the open hatches and used binoculars to observe the outline of the German second line of defense - it was abnormally quiet there.

"Hurray!" The charge of the 79th Infantry Division pierced the sky, and young soldiers wearing boat caps jumped out of the trenches.

They found that there were only sporadic gunshots on the German positions, as if the defenders had already lost their fighting spirit in the face of the steel torrent.

Relying on their rich combat experience and tenacious fighting will, they soon broke through the German army's first line of defense.

The soldiers' cheers echoed across the battlefield, and without any pause they continued to advance towards the second line of defense.

"We are just going to watch our defense line being breached?" said an old German sergeant with a look of unwillingness and helplessness on his face.

His eyes revealed anger and confusion. In his mind, the German army should not give up their positions so easily.

"What? You want to fight back?" The platoon leader next to him glanced at him with a mysterious smile in his eyes.

The platoon leader's attitude made the sergeant even more confused. He didn't understand why the platoon leader was so calm.

"Retreating in such a frustrated manner is not our style." The sergeant squad leader couldn't help but ask curiously.

In his opinion, the German army has always been known for its bravery and fighting skills, so this kind of active retreat is really puzzling.

"Just wait and watch the show. The fight will start soon." The platoon leader replied and continued to close his eyes to rest.

His tone was full of confidence, as if everything was under his control.

Although the sergeant was full of doubts, he could only suppress his curiosity and wait for what was about to happen.

In an underground bunker five kilometers deep in the second line of defense, Sergeant Hans Schneider was anxiously wiping his MP40 submachine gun.

The roar of Soviet tank engines could be heard from the ventilation ducts in the distance, causing dust to fall off the concrete walls.

The veteran who had participated in the Kiev siege turned to look at the platoon leader who was resting with his eyes closed and said, "Captain, are we just going to trample on the honor of the entire Don Army Group?"

Captain Joachim's silver SS collar badge glowed coldly under the kerosene lamp.

He slowly took out his pocket watch, the Prussian eagle emblem engraved on the cover faintly visible in the smoke: "Be patient, Schneider. When the wolves abandon their den, it is not cowardice, but to lead the hunters into the minefield."

Suddenly, there were rapid knocking sounds from the observation post.

Through the periscope, one could see Soviet engineers setting up communication antennas on the first line of defense, and several Red Army officers standing on the T-34 turret, making rude gestures in the direction of the German positions.

Further away, the transport vehicle for the Katyusha rocket launcher was deploying its support.

"They didn't even bother with basic tactical reconnaissance." Joachim sneered and turned to grab the field phone: "Notify the rear observation station that all the red puppets have entered the stage."

After breaking through the first line of defense, the Soviet infantry on the opposite side gradually became bolder from their original cautiousness.

They moved around the positions at will, and some of them even began to taunt the German army.

"That's all the combat effectiveness we have." A Soviet soldier laughed loudly, his face filled with joy of victory.

"It looks like he's really scared." Another soldier echoed, his tone full of contempt.

"No, no, no, there must be a conspiracy here." Some experienced Soviet soldiers still remained vigilant. They believed that the German army's active retreat was by no means a simple sign of weakness, but they racked their brains and could not figure out what the German army was planning.

To ensure safety, the Soviet army also sent reconnaissance aircraft to conduct a careful survey of the surrounding airspace, focusing on whether there were any signs of rocket attacks.

However, after some searching, nothing unusual was found.

The Soviet commanders breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the German army might have really chosen to retreat because of its lack of strength. So they continued to command their troops to advance forward, preparing to break through the German army's second line of defense in one go.

On the other side, at the German V2 missile base, the atmosphere was tense and depressing. Dr. Bryan and others were concentrating on the data sent by the Air Force.

These data are the key basis for their next actions.

According to the data, although the Soviet army only dispatched six infantry divisions, these troops should not be underestimated on the 20-kilometer defense line.

After all, the Soviet army's strength at this time is no longer what it used to be. It is no longer the army that could be easily broken through by the German army two years ago.

The current Soviet army has made great improvements in both equipment and tactics.

When they attack, they either have armored units to hold the line or artillery to clear the way; they will no longer easily launch a human wave charge.

Dr. Bryan is fully aware of the difficulty and importance of this mission.

Missile launching is an extremely complicated and troublesome matter.

First, the bullet must be carefully loaded into the ballistics, ensuring that every part is in place.

At the same time, the propellant and oxidizer must be loaded accurately, and the ratio of the two directly affects the range and power of the missile.

During the loading process, any small mistake may result in launch failure or even a serious accident.

At the same time, the missile troops quickly entered the launch position and began to prepare for combat intensively.

They needed to complete a series of preparatory tasks in a short period of time, including a comprehensive survey of the launch site.

Among these, factors such as wind direction, wind speed, humidity, and air pressure are all crucial.

Because these factors will affect the flight trajectory of the missile, only by accurately grasping these data can we ensure that the missile can accurately hit the target.

Finally, soldiers also use the latitude and longitude sight and gyro calibrator to accurately mark the location of the attack target.

In an era without satellite positioning, this was the only way to determine the target's location.

Although this method is cumbersome and requires a lot of time and effort, it is a key link in ensuring the missile's hit rate.

This series of operations fully tests the professionalism and coordinated combat capabilities of a unit.

"Report, missile vehicle No. 1 is ready!" a soldier shouted, his voice full of tension and excitement.

"Report, missile vehicle No. 2 is ready!" Then, another soldier's voice was heard.

"Report, missile vehicle No. 3..."

"Report, No. 4..."

"........."

A series of reports echoed in the base, making Dr. Brian even more nervous.

He took a deep breath and tried to keep himself calm.

Then, he slowly said to the officer beside him: "Fire!" As soon as the order was given, hundreds of V2 missile launchers started instantly.

The missiles were like angry dragons, fired murderously from the transport erector launcher vehicles.

The missiles streaked across the sky, leaving behind white trails, and rushed towards the Soviet positions.

The range of the V2 missile is between 300 kilometers, and it can adjust the range according to the elevation, and the flight time is generally between 165 and 313 seconds. In other words, at most three minutes, you can hear the shocking explosion.

"God bless you!"

"Long live the Empire!"

Dr. Brian muttered a few words silently in his mind and then returned to the command vehicle.

He knew that the next few minutes would determine the outcome of the battle, and he would wait there for the casualty report, feeling both nervous and expectant.

The Soviet reconnaissance planes had made all kinds of plans, but they never thought of conducting reconnaissance in the Smolensk area, so they did not detect these missiles hidden in the dark.

Otherwise, given Marshal Zhukov's caution, he would never have given the order to attack.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

One minute and fifty seconds later, the V2 missiles arrived above the Soviet infantry division's formation in the blink of an eye.

At this time, the Soviet soldiers who had just occupied the first line of defense were still busy building a temporary command post. They were completely unaware that death had quietly arrived.

Suddenly, a huge explosion broke the silence of the battlefield, followed by continuous explosions.

The huge explosion was deafening, causing the Soviet soldiers to feel a strong tinnitus.

They also felt strong earthquakes, as if the whole earth was shaking.

At the same time, there was a violent shock like a falling meteor, making them feel as if they were at the end of the world.

"Boom boom boom!"

"Boom boom boom!"

Explosions rang out one after another on the Soviet positions, and the entire position was instantly engulfed in flames.

The huge impact force generated by the missile explosion lifted the surrounding soldiers and equipment into the sky.

Many soldiers were engulfed by the blast before they could react.

The artillery pieces that were hit were instantly turned into a pile of scrap metal. The makeshift headquarters were also razed to the ground in the explosion, and the commanders' lives and deaths were unknown.

The continuous explosions made the German soldiers not far away look dazed. They witnessed this devastating scene with their own eyes and were filled with shock.

They had never seen such a powerful weapon. In their eyes, it was simply the wrath of God.

"This is horrible, what kind of weapon is this?" a German soldier asked in horror, his voice full of trembling.

"This is more powerful than large-caliber heavy artillery." Another soldier exclaimed, with shock written all over his face.

"How scary!"

"The wrath of God?"

The soldiers were talking among themselves, but unfortunately no one could answer them.

Because the missile is highly confidential, ordinary soldiers have no idea of ​​its existence, and even their division commanders are not qualified to know this confidential information.

As for the platoon leader who had closed his eyes to rest before, he now stared into the distance with his eyes wide open, muttering, "I knew there was a reason, I knew there was a reason, but I didn't expect it to be so fierce."

He originally guessed that the German army must be testing some new weapons.
I originally thought it was a rocket launcher or something like that, but it turned out to be a V2 missile which was even more powerful than a rocket launcher.

He felt both excited and proud. He was excited because he had guessed the German army's plan correctly, and he was proud that the German army had such powerful weapons.

The explosion lasted less than two minutes, but for the Soviet army, these two minutes seemed as long as a century.

Six Soviet infantry divisions suffered heavy damage from the massive V2 missile attack.

Thousands of soldiers were killed in the battle, and their blood dyed the land red.

In addition, countless artillery pieces were destroyed and the entire position was in a mess.

The only pity is that there are not many V2 missiles.

If the German army had thousands of V2 missiles, it would be enough to inflict a devastating disaster on the Soviet army.

Although there is a certain deviation in the strike accuracy of the V2 missile, six Soviet infantry divisions are assembled within a range of 6 kilometers. Even if there is a slight error, it will not affect the overall strike effect. As long as it can hit people, it is fine.

The entire position is covered with various huge bomb craters, which are like scars on the earth, witnessing the cruelty of war.

Many survivors were wailing in the craters, struggling in pain, hoping to be rescued.

However, in this chaotic battlefield, rescue work became extremely difficult.

The surviving Soviet soldiers behind him were terrified as if they saw the god of death appear.

Their eyes widened, their faces filled with fear, they yelled wildly, dropped their weapons, and turned and fled.

The situation just now was like the end of the world, which frightened them so much that they lost their minds and didn't know what to do.

At this moment, they had only one thought in their minds, and that was to escape.

Faced with such a horrific attack, Marshal Zhukov, who was far away in the rear command post, was also stunned after receiving the telegram.

His hand holding the telegram trembled slightly and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face.

After a long time, a trace of despair appeared on his face.

"What kind of weapon is this? Its power is so terrifying. What on earth is our intelligence department doing?" Zhukov roared angrily.

He didn't care about the casualties of six infantry divisions; at his level, casualties were just a bunch of numbers.

He only cared about how many such weapons the German army still had. If the number was large, then the war would take a long time.

"Your Excellency Marshal, now is not the time to pursue these things. What should we do? Retreat or continue the attack?" Marshal Vasilev was also shocked by the sudden attack, he asked anxiously.

"Retreat! Retreat! Retreat immediately! We still don't know how many of these horrible weapons the German army has. We must find out their strength." Zhukov did not hesitate and immediately issued the order to retreat.

At this moment, the German fighter planes that had not appeared suddenly appeared over the battlefield.

Looking at the fighter planes covering the sky, Zhukov's heart ached. He knew that if he did not retreat now, the Soviet army would suffer even greater losses.

So he immediately shouted: "Retreat! Retreat quickly!"

Everyone immediately carried out Zhukov's orders without hesitation. (End of this chapter)