Chapter 1254 What the hell is that?

Fegelein, an ordinary soldier of the German Wehrmacht, has a job that many teenagers envy and can be loyal to the Führer, but is shunned by many among his army comrades: anti-tank gunner.

There is nothing more unlucky than becoming an anti-tank gunner. Perhaps this happened because I ran out of good luck when I was young. Or is this a punishment for overdrafting good luck? Fegelein has always felt this way. In short, he is really unlucky now.

Being an anti-tank gunner is definitely not a good job. Although you control a kinetic energy projectile artillery with extremely strong armor-piercing power, the enemy's mighty and domineering tanks and armored vehicles are your hunting targets. People who don't know how to do it may not know how to do it at first sight. At first glance, I thought it meant something like an "anti-tank sniper".

But Fegelein clearly knows that becoming an anti-tank gunner means that you will be the target of almost all enemies on the battlefield.

As soon as the anti-tank gun fires, the enemy's infantry, machine guns, tanks, and artillery will use you as a target and focus their fire wildly. If you are unlucky, even the Russian planes in the sky will take a look at you.

Being beaten hard by so many weapons, Fegelein felt that he could no longer hope to live anymore, it was simply a waste of time. To be realistic, it's best to pray that you can leave a whole body for yourself, and don't blow the person into two pieces and die for a long time, then lie in this ghost place in the ice and snow and die slowly and painfully due to excessive blood loss. Just thinking about it can give you nightmares.

Fegelein once applied to his company commander, asking if he could be transferred to another place, even if he was to be the most miserable and tiring logistics soldier, he would be willing to do so! The frighteningly high death rate of anti-tank gunners was even higher than the death rate of machine gunners in some major battle areas. Fegelein naturally didn't want to die like this while he was still alive.

"There is no reason to transfer you elsewhere, Fegelein."

"There is a shortage of experienced anti-tank gunners everywhere on the front line. This is a technical branch, not an ordinary infantryman who can be trained by just a few kids for 7 weeks."

"I plan to promote you to the position of anti-tank gunner. When I went to the regiment for a meeting yesterday, the superiors were going to allocate two new anti-tank guns to our company. They are very powerful, the latest secret weapons, You are the best at dealing with Russian tanks. Only experienced veterans are qualified to use this weapon to unleash its power, and I think you are the most suitable one."

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Fegelein, who looked speechless and miserable, not only failed to achieve his purpose of transferring to other arms, but was also given a new life-threatening job: the gunner of a PAK 43 88mm heavy anti-tank gun.

Feigelein, who had no choice but to become a deserter, had no choice but to admit that he was unlucky and accepted this hard job. The old anti-tank gunners who had joined the army with him and participated in Operation Barbarossa were already dead. , there are not many left. Wingdings: ♦︎♦︎⬧︎♦︎◆︎⌧︎♦︎♦︎□︎❍︎

Looking at the astonishingly large anti-tank gun he had just received, Fegelein, as a veteran, felt no joy at all. He felt that this would not bring any substantial help to his survival. More powerful weapons would only annoy the Russians more and make them regard him as the first and clearest target. This would definitely make him die faster on the battlefield. , worse.

"Those Russians will definitely kill me. I probably won't be able to survive the day when I go back to see you."

"If I die, or some bastard tells you that I'm missing, then you should find a man you can rely on and marry. But remember, don't look for those bastards from the SS! I have a hunch that if we If we lose, those Russians will definitely liquidate us. The bastards of the SS have killed too many innocent people. If you find such a man as your husband, you may be implicated. "

Fegelein, who was squatting in the civil engineering dormitory and writing a letter, had not had time to put away his pen. He originally planned to ask his friend who had a vacation to take the letter back to his hometown and hand it over to his fiancée, but there was a sudden landslide. The sound of thunderous cannons, comparable to the roar of a ship's whistle, forcibly interrupted everything.

Fegelein almost felt that the world was about to be destroyed. He had never experienced such a terrible bombardment!

Even under the city of Stalingrad, when those Russians counterattacked.

The cannons deployed by the Russians to defend their capital were not that powerful. Fegelein felt that even if he was not killed, he would be shaken to pieces. He just wanted to end it all as soon as possible. If he really wanted to die, then he would It's better to die quickly. It's really uncomfortable to feel so shocked that your internal organs are about to spit out from your mouth!

Lucky for Fegelein, the worst-case scenario he expected didn't happen.

When the last shell fell and exploded, Fegelein, who was buried alive by 30 centimeters of collapsed soil, struggled to crawl out. Before he could take a breath, he heard a burst of The roar of a lion from the east of the river.

"Fegele! Fegele! Fegele!!!"

"Where did you go, you bastard?! If you're not dead, come out quickly, the Russian tanks are coming!"

Huh-huh-

Pooh--

While gasping for breath, he spit out the broken wood and loose soil that somehow flew into his mouth. Feigelein, who was familiar with the sound, knew that it was the company commander who had tricked him again calling him, Why didn't the shelling just kill this bastard?

Fegelein, who was filled with resentment, thought with curses, but he did not dare to neglect the actual movements of his feet. He ran towards his preset anti-tank gun position in three steps and two steps.

"Where are the people? Is everyone else there? Why are you two alone?"

Serving a PAK 43 is not an easy task. This bulky big guy requires an entire anti-tank gun squad to play well. However, Fegelein quickly ran to the gun position and found that there were only two in front of him. people.

"Maybe we're the only ones left, maybe."

The key gunner who luckily survived the bombardment was still there, and the other living person was the main loader. Both of them looked at Fegelein who was close at hand with the sad eyes of "Maybe everyone else is dead."

"I'm going to find a few people to come over and help. You guys hurry up and get ready! Bring the shells over and fire a few more rounds. We don't have enough manpower to do this, so hurry up!"

Feigelein, who had no time to talk nonsense, ran to a position not far away and pulled over a few "strong men", all of whom were ordinary infantrymen carrying rifles on their backs.

With them, at least the minimum operation of this anti-tank gun can be maintained. Although the combat efficiency is poor, it is at least much better than three people playing with one gun.

Fegelein, who had been neglecting to find targets and direct fire, was only then free to do his own work.

But when he picked up the telescope on his chest and saw the monster that he would never forget, Fegelein, who blinked twice in a flash, just screamed subconsciously.

"Then what the hell is that?"