Chapter 1741 Doomsday Echoes

Major Schroun never expected that he would be so unlucky. He had just managed to escape back to the position with his troops who had been beaten to pieces. The overwhelming Soviet artillery fire fell from the sky like the snowflakes flying in Moscow in the winter of 1941, shrouding everything on this land abandoned in hell in destruction without mercy.

Major Schroun firmly believed that German technology and armor were unrivaled, but no matter how unrivaled the technology and armor were, they could not withstand such fierce and indiscriminate bombing. Any defense would be futile in the face of absolute power.

The Soviet artillery, which was so crazy that it is difficult to describe in words, killed most of Major Schroun's light armored force after the first wave fell. These thin-skinned and large-sized outdated German armored vehicles, such as the No. 4, No. 3, and Santuzi, which were originally few in number, could even be said to be just for auxiliary purposes.

In the hope that they can withstand this terrifying Soviet artillery fire, it is more realistic to pray that the Russian idiots on the opposite side will fire fireworks instead of high-explosive shells.

After the obsolete armored forces were brutally destroyed, what followed closely to fill in their footsteps was the core heavy armored force that Schroun was proud of.

The King Tiger heavy tank with a total combat weight of nearly 70 tons was directly fired by the Russian heavy artillery shells. A 152 mm high-explosive grenade fell heavily like a knife maker's hammer hitting the knife blank, and the metal The moment of friction and collision, extremely dazzling and hot sparks were created, and with a loud bang, the Tiger King's head exploded almost effortlessly.

The armor on the top of the turret was hit and exploded, the dome of the car body was hit and the armor was exploded, and a shot hit the heat dissipation window of the power cabin and blew it apart.

The tiger kings died in all kinds of strange ways. The probability of being hit by long-range direct-fire artillery on the top armor and dome armor was very low, just like a lottery. It was unknown how many troops they had assembled and how powerful they were. Under the fierce bombardment of the Soviet field artillery cluster, it became a normal phenomenon that occurred with high probability and happened anytime and anywhere.

Everything around is being destroyed and exploded. After being destroyed, it will be destroyed again by the shells that continue to fall crazily, until even the original shape of the wreckage can no longer be seen. This feeling is as if the whole world is shaking. If the world really has the end of the world, then Schroun feels that the place and moment where he is now is already the end of the world.

When will this terrible doomsday judgment end? Will the next cannonball whizzing from nowhere hit him?

Schroun didn't know, he had even given up on escaping and had completely given up hope.

With King Tiger's cross-country mobility so bad that even his own people couldn't stand it, Major Schroun didn't think he could escape this doomsday with the protection of this body of steel. Without the protection of this body of steel and being exposed to the outside world at this moment with a body of flesh and blood, Schroun was certain that he would not be able to survive for even three seconds under the overwhelming artillery fire.

The Russian's shells filled with vengeful rage will not even leave traces of his struggle, and the power of the Bolsheviks will completely erase the evidence of his existence from the world. Only when you are entangled in endless despair will you understand that sometimes living is not necessarily a happier thing than dying.

There are always various accidents in life. Giving up hope of living does not mean that you will definitely die. What happened next was even surprising to Major Schroun himself.

The Russian artillery fire began to shift, and the overwhelming roar and explosion of heavy artillery began to extend further and further back. The terrifying destructive force remained undiminished. The fire and bullets that swept across the sky were like a dense meteor shower, streaking across the horizon and heading into the distance. It looked like Major Schroun, who had just stepped out of the turret to survive the disaster, suddenly paused. Endless despair.

"God, what kind of terrible enemy have we provoked? What kind of Russian troops are attacking us? Is this the same enemy we have been fighting for three years?"

He and his luckier comrades survived, temporarily.

Driven by the military mission and the fragmented but still barely holding on will, Major Schroun resumed his mission in this doomsday land like the surface of the moon, and began to gather all the survivors around him to gather together and prepare to do something. What.

We all know that misfortunes never come singly. No one wants such a bad thing to happen to them. Major Schroun also doesn't want it to happen, especially today.

But the cruel reality of the world is always independent of people's subjective willpower. The cruel reality that is coming will always slap you so hard that you can't tell the difference between east, west and north.

The roar of propellers roaring in the sky from the east immediately dragged Schroun and his comrades back, who had just managed to climb up from the edge of hell.

"Air attack! Russian planes, so many bombers! Those are those in Figure 2!"

"Hidden! Find a hidden place quickly!"

No one would think about engaging in field air defense after having just suffered such a disaster. What's more, now that we don't even have the technical equipment for field air defense and it was blown into hot steel, what the hell are you going to do? The MG34 general machine gun on the roof?

The Russian bomber formation was obviously well-prepared, and Major Schroun was certain that the death vultures eating the corpses were heading towards his own heavily armored force.

Those 500-kilogram aerial bombs, let alone the No. 4 and Santuzi, can't withstand them. If you throw one casually, as long as it doesn't go too far, it will blow up the King Tiger on the spot and blow it to pieces without any problem.

If you throw it close enough and accurately enough, you may even have a chance to see the huge and bulky King Tiger being flipped to the ground by a 500-kilogram aerial bomb, with its head knocked upside down. This scene is true no matter where it is. See too much.

The terrible roar of air raids and violent explosions obscured everyone's hearing. Almost no one, including Major Schroun, could hear clearly: the continuous gunshots coming from the not too far east, and the The diesel engines, which can only be gathered together in large numbers to a certain extent, roared loudly.

When Major Schroun, who miraculously withstood the air attack and survived again, raised his head again, those Russian steel behemoths lined up in a mighty manner had already crushed him with the flying dust behind them. On the face.

"We are finished, everything is finished now"