Anti-Japanese War: My equipment is infinitely refreshed

On the cruel battlefield, the sky seemed to be shrouded in the shadow of war, making it so depressing that it made people breathless.

The Soviet Army's five infantry divisions and two armored divisions were retreating with difficulty along the muddy road.

The soldiers' faces were filled with fatigue and helplessness. The continuous fighting had exhausted them both physically and mentally. They longed to find some peace and quiet in the rear and get a moment of rest.

However, fate did not give them a chance to breathe.

Suddenly, a sharp whistling sound pierced the sky, like the roar of a devil.

"Damn it, it's the German air force. Everyone, find cover and hide. Counterattack, counterattack, counterattack." A Soviet commander screamed in a hoarse voice, his voice full of fear and anger.

His eyes were wide open, staring intently at the black spot gradually approaching in the sky. The gun in his hand was shaking unconsciously, as if issuing a powerless challenge to the arrogant German fighter plane.

"Damn it, where are the anti-aircraft guns?" another officer roared madly, his face full of anxiety and despair.

He ran around in the chaotic crowd, looking for an anti-aircraft gun that could offer them a little protection, but all he heard in response was the hurried footsteps and shouts of his comrades.

"Where are the anti-aircraft guns?" The soldiers' voices were tearful, and they seemed so small and helpless in this chaotic battlefield.

Their eyes were filled with fear and confusion, and they didn't know whether they could survive this sudden air raid.

"Where is our air force? Where did it go?" Questions were raised one after another, but they fell on deaf ears and received no response.

Fear spread quickly among the crowd like a surging tide, devouring everyone's sanity.

"Da da da... Da da da!" The machine guns of the German fighter planes were firing wildly, bullets poured down like raindrops, ruthlessly reaping the lives of Soviet soldiers.

On the ground, Soviet soldiers fell one after another, and their blood quickly dyed the cold earth red.

Some people struggled in pain after being shot, uttering miserable cries; others lost their lives instantly, their bodies falling down helplessly like scarecrows.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom!" Immediately afterwards, heavy bombs roared down, raising huge smoke and flames on the Soviet positions.

The blast wave blew the soldiers away several meters, and their limbs and arms flew everywhere.

Tanks were twisted and deformed by the explosions, and artillery pieces were overturned to the ground, losing their combat effectiveness.

For a moment, the entire retreating column fell into chaos, and the soldiers fled in all directions like frightened birds.

Faced with the German army's frenzied counterattacks one after another, Marshal Zhukov was extremely anxious in his headquarters.

He clenched his fists, veins bulged on his forehead, and his eyes were fixed on the battle reports coming from the front line.

"How dare these damn Germans be so arrogant!" He roared angrily, and his voice echoed in the command center.

Finally, he could no longer suppress his anger, and slammed the table, shouting, "Send out the air force immediately, and destroy the German fighter planes. Don't let them succeed at any cost!"

The Soviet Air Force did not dare to slack off after receiving the order. The pilots quickly boarded the fighter planes and started the engines.

One after another, the fighter planes rushed into the sky like arrows and pounced on the German planes.

Their eyes were full of determination. Even though they knew death might be waiting for them ahead, they still did not flinch.

However, before the Soviet Air Force arrived, German fighter planes indiscriminately bombed the ground, bringing devastating damage to the Soviet troops.

This time, the German bomber fleet not only dropped a large number of heavy bombs, but also a number of incendiary bombs and napalm bombs.

Compared with blockbuster bombs, the power of napalm bombs is terrifying.

Once it explodes, the burning area is huge and the duration is extremely long.

The entire Soviet position was instantly surrounded by the flames of napalm bombs, and the fire spread rapidly. The high temperature caused by the fire ignited all the flammable objects around. Soldiers struggled and screamed in the sea of ​​fire, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of burning flesh.

Some of the soldiers who were engulfed by the flames tried to break free from the flames, but were mercilessly burned beyond recognition; others could only lie on the ground in despair, waiting for death to come.

Napalm bombs are not advanced weapons. The Soviet army also had them, but the German army's was obviously more powerful.

The Soviet army was caught off guard by this sudden and powerful offensive and suffered heavy casualties.

The battlefield was littered with wounded soldiers groaning in pain and corpses lying all over the place. The scene was horrific.

A young Soviet soldier was desperately calling for his mother in the sea of ​​fire. His body was on fire, but he could not put out the flames. He was slowly swallowed by the flames in despair.

By the time the Soviet Air Force arrived, the German bombing troops had completed their mission and began to evacuate in an orderly manner.

Under the close escort of fighter planes, the German fighter planes were in neat formation, and the Soviet fighter planes did not dare to chase them rashly, for fear of being ambushed by the Germans again. But they could not return empty-handed, so they could only bomb the German positions.

However, the German army had already withdrawn, leaving only empty positions and thick smoke.

"The development of German weapons is beyond our imagination. They have actually developed such powerful napalm bombs." Zhukov said with heartache as he looked at the blazing fire in the distance.

The Soviet Air Force also had some of this kind of weapon, which was shipped from the United States. It had been used before, but the effect was far inferior to that used by the German army this time.

He really couldn't understand why Germany's weapons developed so rapidly. From the beginning of the war, their new weapons emerged in an endless stream, as if there was no end.

"Am I really destined to lose this war?" For the first time, Zhukov began to doubt himself, and this thought gnawed at his heart like a poisonous snake.

But his firm will soon prevailed. He shook his head violently and said loudly: "No, I will definitely win, no matter what the cost. The Soviet people are watching us, we must not retreat!"

Then, he calmly issued an order: "Order the troops to withdraw first, be sure to maintain order, and minimize casualties. Also, send a telegram to the leader to report the situation on the front line truthfully. It's time to reorganize those cowardly intelligence departments. They must give me an explanation why we knew nothing about the German army's new weapons!"

After receiving the order to retreat, the Soviet soldiers retreated like a tide. They abandoned a large number of weapons and equipment in a panic, and the entire retreat process was chaotic. Soldiers pushed each other, and some even fought for a truck that could carry the wounded.

German fighter planes circled in the sky, frantically strafing and bombing the retreating Soviet troops.

The German troops on the ground also took the opportunity to launch a counterattack. They rushed towards the Soviet positions like a tiger descending from the mountain and pursued the Soviet army relentlessly.

In this chaotic battle, Soviet soldiers suffered heavy casualties.

They were defeated all the way under the pursuit of the German army.

Many soldiers were hit by German bullets while fleeing and fell on the muddy road.

The German army took advantage of the victory and recaptured the lost positions. The battlefield in the Smolensk region fell into silence again, with only burning ruins and diffuse smoke, as if silently telling the tragic battle just now.

On the battlefield, the charred trees, twisted tanks and scattered weapons all bear witness to the cruelty of this war.

Marshal Zhukov immediately convened an emergency meeting after returning to the headquarters. He sat at the conference table with a solemn expression, looking at the generals in front of him, his heart full of worries. He slowly said: "We must find out the situation of the German weapon as soon as possible. Its power is too great. If we can't find a way to deal with it, this war will become more difficult. The life of every soldier is extremely precious, and we can't let them sacrifice in vain."

"Your Excellency Marshal, we have sent out intelligence personnel. They will try their best to collect intelligence about this weapon." An intelligence officer said quickly.

There was a trace of tension and guilt on his face, knowing full well that this intelligence error had caused huge losses to the Soviet army.

"Okay, we must do it as soon as possible. I want to know how many of these weapons the German army has, as well as its performance and weaknesses, in the shortest possible time. This concerns the direction of our entire war situation, and we must not be careless in the slightest." Zhukov ordered seriously.

After the meeting, Zhukov sat alone in his office, thinking about the next battle plan.

He knew that the war was far from over and that the German V2 missiles also posed a huge threat to the Soviet army.

But he firmly believed that the Soviet army would be able to find a way to deal with it.

He kept reviewing previous battles in his mind, analyzing the German army's tactics and weapon characteristics, trying to find the flaws.

He recalled the flight paths of German planes, the timing of bombings, and the explosion effects of napalm bombs, hoping to find some clues.

On the German side, after winning this victory, they did not relax their vigilance at all. Dr. Bryan and his team immediately began to conduct a detailed analysis and summary of the V2 missile launch data.

They hope to use this data to further improve the missile's performance and hit rate.

In the laboratory, the lights are on. The doctor and his assistants are busy shuttling between various instruments, their eyes revealing concentration and persistence.

They carefully recorded every data, performed calculations and simulations repeatedly, trying to find the best way to improve the missile.

At the same time, the German military leaders were also intensively discussing how to better utilize this weapon and make full preparations for the next war.

In the conference room, the atmosphere was serious and depressing. The generals sat around the conference table, fiercely discussing various combat plans.

They knew very well that in this cruel war, any negligence could lead to a complete loss.

A general pointed to the map and said, "We must find the Soviet army's weaknesses and concentrate our firepower to attack them. The V2 missile is extremely powerful. We must use it reasonably to cause the greatest damage to the Soviet army."

In this way, the Soviet offensive that had been planned for a long time was completely destroyed by the German army. If they want to launch a new offensive, they will probably have to wait for at least some time.

This period of time became a precious opportunity for the German troops on the Eastern Front to replenish and rest.

Especially for various types of rocket launchers, the German high-ranking officials decided to form a separate army group to provide powerful firepower support to various troops. He knew that the effect of dispersed use of rocket launchers was far less than that of concentrated use.

Launching tens of thousands of rockets at a time would create overwhelming firepower that is simply beyond human capability to withstand.

Once, when the Katyusha rocket launcher appeared, the German army suffered defeat after defeat. Every time the soldiers heard the unique firing sound, they would feel inexplicably fear.

Now, the German army also wants to gain absolute advantage on the battlefield by relying on its powerful firepower.

As for equipping all ordinary soldiers with G43 semi-automatic weapons, the German military leaders decided to give up after careful consideration.

Therefore, we plan to select elite troops for re-equipment, and let them form a fist force that can tear through the enemy's defenses on the battlefield.

The German army on the Eastern Front had nearly three million troops. If all of them were to be re-equipped, although the number of guns would be sufficient, the bullets would be far from enough.

Although automatic weapons have great firepower, they also consume a lot of energy. The logistics were already on the verge of collapse. If the logistical pressure was increased, it is estimated that Speer, who had just taken office, would be driven crazy.

The German Fourth Army retreated to the vicinity of Smolensk. Model looked at the telegram in his hand and could not help but sigh: "It's amazing. After a few rounds of attacks, nearly 100,000 Soviet troops were killed. I guess Zhukov is so heartbroken that he can't even cry now." A smug smile appeared on his face, as if he saw Zhukov's anxious and helpless expression.

"Maybe. I always feel that they don't care at all and can easily mobilize a million troops. We can't compare with them." The chief of staff shrugged and said helplessly. He envied and felt helpless about the Soviet army's huge mobilization capabilities, knowing that the German army was far inferior to the Soviet army in this regard.

"Yeah. I really don't know where they get so many troops. They were clearly wiped out, but the same numbers appeared again a few days later. It's strange." Model was both envious and puzzled by the Soviet army's huge mobilization capabilities.

He didn't understand why the Soviet army was able to replenish its troops so quickly, as if they had endless human resources.

"Who knows? But this time the new weapons are really terrifying. It is said that the range reaches hundreds of kilometers." The chief of staff asked again.

He was shocked by the power of the German army's new weapons, but was also curious about their range.

"I don't know. Even though I'm a marshal, I don't know much about many new weapons." Model shook his head, looking helpless.

He felt somewhat dissatisfied that he was excluded from the core secrets, but there was nothing he could do.

After hearing this, the two men fell silent at the same time. At this time, the Chief of Staff broke the silence again and said first: "Have you heard about the 43rd Army?"

Model didn't care when he heard the question, thinking it was about reorganization: "I know, didn't they ask them to reorganize? Is there a problem? Is the equipment too old?" There was a hint of indifference in his tone, thinking that this was just an ordinary troop reorganization. (End of this chapter)