I became Stalin chapter 115

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Finally, the heavy German advance began. The Army Group North began to advance toward Leningrad, the city of longing.

We must occupy Leningrad! Marshal Manstein ordered the entire army to be stern. He had already been involved in an ‘unsatisfactory’ incident, and hysterically trained his subordinates to restore the Führer’s favor.

“Start the offensive!”

Machine guns installed at the front-line outposts of the Soviet Army spit fire. Dozens of positions hidden among the lush forest and dense shrubbery began firing in unison.

Tutatatta Tattatta!!

The soldiers at the forefront were torn down one by one. The rest of the soldiers marched flat to protect themselves from the crossfire.

Just as the Soviet Army learned tank warfare from the German Army, the German Army also learned the Soviet Army’s mortar operation. While the frontline soldiers crawl forward, the mortars, who calculated the coordinates of the enemy positions, fired heavy blows one by one. The outpost where the mortar was dropped was silent.

The advance bombardment had already cleared some of the mines and barbed wire, so the German infantry could advance relatively easily.

The ground was pitted everywhere, but it was not a mud that was difficult to take a step away from. The soldiers, armed with warlords and machine guns, walked carefully so as not to stumble into the pit.

Although the surface was somewhat hardened, the pit where the bombardment fell was puddled with muddy water. Did it come from moist soil? After all, no one wanted to bury their face there.

A familiar siren sounded and a plane flew across the sky.

Peaaeaeaeek hee ae ah ah ah!

“Stuka! Stuka!”

Small cheers erupted from among the soldiers. The steel birds of prey struck direct fire batteries supporting the Soviet trenches.

bang! After the binge has passed, all that remains is the remains of flames and smoke. The stuukas that flew in with a swish flew away again with a swish. behind the cheers of the soldiers.

Soviet machine guns often aimed at the sky and scattered ammunition, but to no avail. Unless there were fighters to cover the skies, there wasn’t much that light machine guns on the ground could do.

it just explodes

one place, one place. The specialized shops they had built were suppressed, and the barbed wire that had been painstakingly laid all night was raged by the pre-bombardment. The soldiers grabbed the guns they were given each.

The Soviet soldiers who hid themselves in the trenches, sticking their heads out and scratching their machine guns and new rifles, were removed one by one. On mortars, air strikes, or blind rifle bullets or grenades. The survivors soon followed their comrades.

A firm order was issued from the superior.

‘Do not take prisoners’

The soldiers did not refuse the order. Now, no one thought that the Soviets were servants of the devil with horns on their heads.

But no one wanted to save the damn Untermensch who had turned his comrades into pieces of meat shredded by machine-gun bullets.

“die! You bastard, die!”

“Huh… billion, billion… .”

Yasap and the bayonet pierced the Soviet soldier’s chest or neck.

Warm blood gushed out and wet the uniform, but the soldiers didn’t care.

Wouldn’t it be more appropriate that it couldn’t be? Those who were counterattacked and killed by Soviet soldiers present at the very next moment had no need to worry about washing their uniforms.

“die! die!”

“… He must be dead.”

One soldier used a trench knife to stab a Soviet soldier into the face of a Soviet soldier over and over again. When the soldier next to him stopped him, he seemed to realize that it was a corpse that was a soldier, not a Soviet soldier.

Shaking off the collar he was holding, he wiped a trench knife over the uniform the corpse was wearing.

bang! The soldier who restrained him climbed out of the trench and collapsed, bleeding from his head. The soldier, who collapsed like a puppet with a broken thread, was thrown into a damp trench.

The Private, whom he had just dried up, screamed and slammed the trench and charged.

“Zeek Heil! Germany only… !”

pop!

The mine exploded and shattered his right leg, forming a red bloody purple. It’s been a while since I fell on the dirt floor and murmured looking for my mother. Soon the last stuttering stopped.

The land of the battlefield indulged in blood to its heart’s content. Endless and endless young blood, whether German or Soviet, spilled on the dirt floor in vain. The bloody bloody battle continued, and the trenches of the Soviet army were swept away one by one in a gray wave.

* * *

For the first time in a long time, the German army was able to enjoy a numerical superiority on the battlefield.

They seemed to be outnumbered on this battlefield now. Normally, when the Soviet army broke through the trench like this, they poured out their reserve forces. But only a few machine gunners are left on the battlefield, ignoring death in the trenches and firing the last bullet.

A heavy gunshot began to be heard from far away.

“It’s an attack! behind!”

When the senior sergeant shouted, the soldiers hid like ants through the trenches dug by the Soviets.

It wasn’t a very pleasant experience. Where some hapless soldiers threw themselves, corpses still dripping with gooey blood greeted them. I don’t know what story he had when he was alive, but now he’s just a corpse.

The soldiers groaned in vain, but bowed their heads in the mud in preparation for the bombardment that would fall.

“Ugh… .”

shell shock. This name was even engraved on the heads of even one of the lower ranks.

‘Even if you listen to a lot of loud noises of shells exploding, you will go crazy.’

In the barracks, the soldiers used to talk so loudly. The sound is also shocking to the surgeon, so the binge drinking hurts the brain… It was explained in difficult words.

But it was known to the soldiers as something more intuitive.

“Ahhhhh!! Long live the gun!!! Ah ah ah ah ah!!”

“Damn it, Hans!”

go crazy, go crazy

The Soviet bombardment was not over yet. A soldier, who had gone out of his mind, charged into the trench where shells were falling like rain and the desert between the trenches.

Fragments of a high-explosive bomb hit hapless Hans like a blizzard. In its place, only something resembling a work of avant-garde art was left, which was rubbed with red paint on clay and thrown away. The soldiers who witnessed the scene clearly with their own eyes closed their eyes tightly.

Shell shock was just that. The guy who was fine was slowly starting to taste it, and then he pulled the trigger against my rib cage. Either they shoot at their comrades saying they won’t go to the battlefield, or they just run away like that.

The soldiers marched past what had once been comrades.

“charge! Charge forward!”

The officer’s voice was somehow muffled. As he fired two Walther pistols into the sky and the ground, the soldiers glanced at him, but paid no attention. Just quietly moving forward one step at a time. Nothing seemed to provoke them.

“Wealth??祗甄?”

“What?!”

A heavy engine roar was heard in front of me.

“Wow! Whoa!”

Along with the faint battle cry of the Soviet army. The faces of the soldiers, who were stiff and frowned like an old tree, changed color. Some are white, some are dark.

“It’s a tank! Wealth has come!”

“Damn… Panzerfaust shooter! shooter!”

The soldiers quickly hid between the shells and the trenches dug by the Soviets. Everyone knew that it had no meaning. A 46.5-ton steel steed could not be stopped with a rifle bullet.

“Hey!”

“Whirick, Whirick, Kyo-oh!”

“Wow, whoa!”

bang! bang! The heavy tank’s huge cannon blew out flames. In the meantime, bizarre battle cries were heard. The Soviet counterattack began.

Instead of the light machine guns given to infantry platoons and so on, the gunshots of real heavy machine guns were recognizable even if they leaked. Mortars loaded on trucks and armored vehicles also spewed fire. Infantrymen who had no way of dealing with full-fledged armored vehicles simply trembled.

“Watch out behind you! Goes!”

A brave soldier with a Panzerfaust, a new weapon he copied from a Soviet rocket gun, aimed at a secondary tank that had already approached hundreds of meters. Even as machine gun bullets flew in, he aimed the tank and fired the Panzerfaust.

“Wow!”

“hurray! hurray! Charge!”

The Panzerfaust, which flew with smoke and flames, hit the Soviet tank with precision. Soon, the tank stopped and the crew floundered and escaped.

With just this little stick, you can face that huge and powerful tank! Of course, our tanks could also be detonated by a single Soviet rocket, but that wasn’t important to the Albos.

Some of them bounced off and some pierced the armor of the tank. Due to the explosion, flames and smoke, the soldiers who fired the Panzerfaust were soon killed by heavy machine gun fire, but the morale of the German soldiers was higher than immediately after the tank appeared.

“attack!”

A young lieutenant shouted a charge and climbed onto the stopped tank. Grabbing a machine gun, he yelled like a madman. attack! attack!

At his shout, Stuka flew again. With that terrible trumpet sound. It may sound terrifying to the Soviets, but to the Germans, it was like the Savior’s trumpet of salvation.

The Stukas this time raided the Soviet cavalry.

“Dogs are ah!”

The anti-aircraft machine guns of the tanks and the anti-aircraft armored vehicles that had been blasting fire at the hapless German forces all at once turned their guns to the Stuka.

As a soldier blew out six letters and turned the cannon in the direction of the gun, the Stuka entered the reticle precisely. Even when he stopped breathing, dozens of machine gun bullets were fired.

“I got it!”

The bomber that had plunged down with sparks flew over. The Stuka, whose wings were raged by an anti-aircraft machine gun as it fell from above at a Soviet tank, spun around in seconds as it plummeted to the ground. Blood and iron splashed, and tanks and planes collided.

* * *

Most of the German offensive was absorbed by the layered defenses. Some elite units and brave units succeeded in breaking through the Soviet trenches and advancing to the target point. The other units that were supposed to be next to me sagged behind, so I had to retreat again.

The German army, which had advanced despite heavy casualties, was hit hard by the Soviet counterattack.

“It’s like a dog, this. Where are your tanks?”

Most of the German forces had to back down due to the counterattack of the Soviet army with its heavy tanks. Just giving up the trenches occupied by thousands of bloodshed.

Stuka support was generously received, but it was of little use in front of a tank that had to be put in and captured. All the tank units called ‘Flowers of the Battlefield’ were dragged somewhere, and the only thing the superiors threw at them was a modest Panzerfaust. It worked quite well, and I managed to catch a secondary tank too… .

‘Where are you?’

Hearing the reports compiled by the communications officers and staff, Manstein stroked his temples.

[A Soviet counterattack at the point of attack and defeat. He fought a dogfight with the enemy’s new fighter and won, but suffered a lot of damage. Without reinforcements, the current position can no longer be defended.]

It’s been a long time since the battle started. Hearing the reports coming up from the front lines, Manstein, who had been waiting for the time with remorseful eyes, finally made a decision, and lifted his clenched lips.

“The two armored forces are now deployed.”

“!!!”

The staff, who had been very nervous about the negative report, finally started to smile brightly.

Manstein of ‘Operation Scythe’ appeared to show another scythe.

Of course, the Soviet Army isn’t anything like the grassy heaps of the past.

I became Stalin chapter 115

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