I became Stalin chapter 146

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During a bloody street battle between infantry and infantry fighting in the city, Soviet forces bypassed Minsk and launched a second offensive to strike the rear.

The basis of the Soviet military’s operational doctrine was  . By inserting a coordinated defense offensive from the front, while the enemy’s reserve forces are tossed and turned, mobilize powerful armored power to break through the defense line and strike the enemy’s depth.

German heavy tanks acted as a barrier to breakthroughs led by Soviet armored units. The heavy tank battalions using the Panther 5 tank eventually became difficult to fulfill their role as the Soviet Union launched a new ‘bu??heavy tank’, but the battalions with the Tiger 6 tank took over the role again.

The Tiger boasted nearly invincible performance in anti-tank battles.

“Ahahaha! About a T-34… Fire as soon as it is loaded!”

The 2nd Company of the 601 Heavy Tank Battalion, commanded by Captain Wittmann, was blocking the Soviet advance from the rear, bypassing the Jaslakaye Reservoir north of Minsk.

When a small bridge called Ulica Sovetskaya was blocked and a crew of 13 Tigers put in their forces, the Soviet Army had no choice but to be embarrassed.

“Shit. I can’t guarantee that even with a heavy tank, I can’t guarantee if I get hit by a single shot at a distance of 1,000… .”

“Isn’t there a better way?”

The regimental commander of the tank regiment, who was tasked with capturing the bridge and securing an advance route, scratched the back of his head. When he saw the heavy tanks of the Armored Reconnaissance Unit, which had already been deployed as an advance squad, explode, he was quite embarrassed.

“That… How should I write it?”

* * *

“uh?

Even through the roar of the tank’s engine, the German tankers could tell.

The Soviet Army continuously deployed tank units as if it was not worth their lives or a few tanks. The 2nd Company, which had repelled the offensive of the former 4th battalion-level tank unit, had just received ammunition from the battalion’s supply unit.

A sharp sound was heard from somewhere. It was a sound that tank soldiers could not understand, and should not be aware of.

“Fuck! It’s an air raid!”

Awesome profit! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

The Soviet military’s new brown bear fighters would wear trumpets that mimic the Stukas and advertise their arrivals in the neighborhood.

Although not very advantageous from a military point of view, it was effective enough to frighten the soldiers and instill trauma in the survivors.

Even the aces who survived dozens of blood battles began to move the tanks in a zigzag manner, hesitantly at the word of an air strike.

“damn! damn! What are the Air Force bastards doing!”

Perhaps the Bf109 and other fighters were fighting to death in the air over Minsk, but the tankers, who were immediately blown away by the air force, were not in a situation to understand the situation and pass it on.

“Come on, eat this! Hahaha!”

This time on the contrary, it was time for the Soviet Air Force to hunt German tanks.

Even a “heavy tank” armed with heavy armor was not protected by thick armor, even the upper armor or engine compartment. With frontal armor, most tank guns just deflect and hold out, but bombs from overhead hit the tank’s weak points head-on.

Tata tata tata tak! Tata tata tata! The sound of a bean-roasting explosion swept through the tankers.

“Hey hey! Isn’t that included in the defeat record?”

“Honestly, did the flight commander defeat it? Cluster bombs are done.”

The attack fighter’s squadron looked at the tanks below with a light joke.

‘Anti-tank air bomb’, or PTAB for short, this bomb was small, about 2 kg, but it was able to rip through the upper armor of any tank because it was packed with explosives.

“Come on, one more step!”

The brown bear bombers were loaded with 8 cluster bombs each filled with 50 2kg PTABs and dropped them one by one.

The brown bear squadron, led by the squadron commander, plunged down to a low altitude of 100m, dropped two bombs at a time, and then climbed again to avoid any possible machine gun attack.

The cluster bombs exploded and hurled small bombs that were deadly with a single hit over the tankers’ heads, and the heavy tanks had to drag the heavy and slow body to find a place to hide.

[damn! The drivetrain has spread… Cheeky… .]

“Car 9! Car 9! Chew… .”

Kook! An explosion was heard and radio reception from car 9 was cut off.

Although the Tiger tank was powerful, it had serious problems. It was moving a 70-ton body and had a 700 horsepower engine mounted on it, so the driving speed at night was poor.

In addition, the engine and drivetrain often had trouble due to the poor quality of the fuel and the depleted metals due to the exhaustion of rare metals.

Car 9 also whined a while ago that the engine wasn’t working, but the Soviet Air Force bombed the railway, so the engine had to be repaired and left intact.

“Ha… .”

As the air raid passed, 4 out of 13 were destroyed. Car No. 9, where the engine room exploded due to the spread of the drivetrain, and the engine room exploded by cluster bombs, Cars 2 and 14 of the deputy commander who was hit by an air bomb, and Car 11, which was caught in the rear by a tank while retreating.

bang! bang! bang! Heavy gunshots began to be heard again. Captain Wittmann clenched his teeth and tried to issue an order.

Tung! Kook! Until you hear a bang.

“what! damn… .”

Dazed, unable to grasp what had happened in the moment, he opened the commander’s cupola and looked around.

“Wow… .”

What was once a Tiger tank was there. As if an invisible giant had hit it with a hammer, the crushed tank was burning precious fuel.

The heavy artillery from earlier was obviously a 203mm Br-4 heavy gun. The ignorant Soviet bastards loaded their self-propelled artillery and fired.

They nicknamed the self-propelled howitzer ‘Zverapoi’ (beast hunter) and used to fire at the German tanks.

“It’s just a dented show… .”

And the heavy shells of the heavy artillery literally “destroyed” the tank. The armor plate didn’t go through all the way, but it just shattered.

Parts connected by welding wire or bolts burst, the track came off, or the suspension just crashed down. It was the last of the tanks that were hit directly by heavy artillery.

What happened to the crew members trapped inside? There was no need to even ask.

“Captain, we must retreat.”

“… I know. retreat!”

The Soviet tanks coming over the bridge seemed to have already caught my eye. After the bloody battle that was going on in Minsk, the heavy tanks began to retreat.

“And when our fate ran out… .”

The tank soldiers, whose smiles from a while ago had disappeared like a lie, said nothing. Lieutenant Wittmann, too, did not think of giving an order, and merely recited the words that stuck to his lips.

“When we never see our homeland again, and our fate is destroyed by enemy shells… Our chariot will be a coffin of steel… !”

The comrades were buried again in the steel coffin, and the heavy tanks began to retreat.

Because tomorrow, tomorrow’s battle awaits again.

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There were several things the Nazis misunderstood. They weren’t the only ones who were mistaken.

Madness and valor were not synonymous. Joyful slaughter of civilians with mad eyes and voices, they never showed their valor on the battlefield.

Erich von dem Bach-Chelechsky, the SS senior group leader, who boasted that his unit would be the most courageous in the Third Reich, was baffled as to how unpredictable this would be.

“Why is that place open! What is the Einsatzgruppen doing!”

“That is… .”

There was no way the civilians tied to their feet or the assassins who were shooting to death could win the battle with the Soviet soldiers who had been trained in the hellish Leningrad.

The SS Corps, thinking that they could reproduce the Soviet defeat of the Manstein Army at Leningrad, with less weapons, training, and even mental armament, was quickly torn down.

“Uh… uh… .”

“flesh… help me!”

The German soldiers who were slaughtering in the face of a hail of fire were helpless. They collapsed one by one in front of the horrors of a battlefield that was qualitatively different from what they experienced.

“Ugh, ah ah ah ah ah! Alas… .”

One of the soldiers, who had grabbed his helmet and screamed, threw down his gun, and fled, fell to the ground with red blood splattered from his forehead.

A soldier suffering from PTSD, a term the German military knew at the time, had seizures and tried to run away, but the officer wouldn’t let him go.

There were more allies than the enemies he had killed, and the officer blew his pistol, which had killed dozens of civilians.

“Retreat is a summary execution! Fight for the Führer and for the Deutsche people!”

“… Long live the Führer!”

Suicidal assaults were carried out everywhere “to raise morale” or “to crush the offensive of the inferior Slavs.”

As well as the lack of qualifications of the soldiers, the lack of qualifications of officers was also prominent. SS officers possessed the qualities of an ideal Aryan that the Führer had so insisted upon. A strong build, blonde walls, and a bulging liver.

However, the qualities of the “ideal Aryan” did not have a competent brain, so they forced their soldiers to use the only tactics they knew for the sake of the country, the party and the Führer.

“charge! Turn around!”

“Grind the fasho pigs! Machine gun shoot!”

Tata ta ta ta tata! Tata tata tata! Two machine guns poured crossfire between the collapsed walls.

The German squad, caught in the fire of the machine gun, was crushed in an instant. Hearing the voices of the Soviets, the leader of the squad who was about to throw a grenade fell through the blood. The new recruits, who remained at the rear of the ranks, watched the senior soldiers who were following them all torn apart, and also fell down by the fire of a machine gun.

The soldiers made various choices between an officer pointing a pistol behind their back and threatening them, and a Soviet machine gun raining down lead bullets in front of them.

Someone silently charged through the bullets and died. Someone went crazy and was shot and killed. Other soldiers wanted to find the ‘best’.

“Don’t worry! The weapons of the inferior Slavs cannot be superior to the weapons of our Deutsche people! Shooting will stop soon due to jamming, so aim for that gap and charge! charge!”

“… Fuck you bastard!”

A gunfire erupted on the back of the company commander who ordered the soldiers to charge. Look in the direction of the Soviet Army and charge with your finger! charge! He screamed and fell forward with blood gushing out of his mouth.

The sergeant who shot him sharpened his teeth and fired several more bullets.

“What are you doing! The boss murder… Ouch!”

“Dogs! Do you know how we can just be like this?”

Surprised, he pulled out his pistol and before the platoon commander could do anything, a bullet went into the back of his head.

The killing of superiors occurred more frequently than expected. Rugged soldiers killed and deserted incompetent officers who only commanded hopeless assaults, or shamelessly turned them into Soviet behavior.

The resonant company commander and those who killed the platoon commander against the soldiers with harsh violence buried their bodies in the corner over there, then smoked a cigarette to calm their still beating hearts.

When they heard the roar of Soviet troops from the alley over there, they took a sip of what might be their last cigarette and threw a burnt match on the floor.

“?, Siberia is better than honey. surrender! surrender!”

I became Stalin chapter 146

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