Chapter 40 Death Vulture (Part 1)

Like most generals who came from ordinary backgrounds and spent World War I as ordinary soldiers, but held high positions in the German army in World War II. Dietrich, who had followed Hitler and served him for many years, was also a figure who was not very interested in the senior officers of the German Wehrmacht represented by the Junker nobles.

The Junkers noble officer corps finally abandoned Kaiser Wilhelm II's so-called self-preservation behavior in the last war. In the eyes of the German head of state Hitler, who was just an ordinary soldier at the time, it was the most shameless act of betrayal. This was regarded by Hitler The belief he upheld from the beginning to the end has not changed at all even after he became the head of Germany from a down-and-out tramp.

"My personal relationship with the Junkers noble officer corps is nothing more than pure mutual use. I give them the glory they once lost and the opportunity to rise for revenge, and they must swear allegiance to me and eradicate all enemies for me. Once in the future One day when I am down, these hateful and shameless people will abandon me again just as they abandoned His Majesty the Emperor."

With the Führer's seemingly stubborn but actually far-sighted assertion, Dietrich, who also participated in the last world war as a soldier, almost naturally chose to believe it. This is also the main reason why Dietrich, one of the senior generals of the Waffen-SS, has long looked down upon the Junkers aristocratic officer corps of the Wehrmacht.

After hearing the order from Dietrich's mouth, the young adjutant stood at attention, raised his hand and gave an SS military salute, and quickly followed the order and left without a trace. At this moment, Dietrich secretly swore in his heart that the Guards Standard Division he led would definitely be able to do better than those aloof nobles.

"Let us see which one is stronger in front of the Soviets, your so-called glorious long tradition or our unbreakable loyalty and faith!"

When the 88mm anti-aircraft guns deployed in the town were loaded onto half-track trailers, they were quickly moving towards the frontline German positions through the relatively complete road facilities in the town of Broad.

Those SS soldiers who had just recovered from the strong explosion shock waves in the trenches and foxholes had not even had time to hold the weapons in their hands firmly. A tremor like a galloping horse shook the entire German front-line defense position. From far to near.

"Everyone is ready to fight, the Russian tanks are coming!"

In the panic, no one knew who suddenly shouted such a sentence without warning. Following this loud reminder, the SS soldiers slowly poked their heads out of the trench and immediately saw a group of people like a flood. The surging Soviet tanks were kicking up the billowing dust and turf, rushing straight towards us with the harsh sound of metal friction and the trembling of the earth.

"Damn it, these Russian guys are really serious this time! This is at least the offensive force of two armored regiments! Don't be stunned, the artillery crews are ready to take my orders!"

"Reload armor-piercing ammunition, quick, quick, quick!"

"Aim, quickly aim and hit!"

It was very different from the panic-stricken scene on the German enemy's position in front of them. Malashenko, who had just received a wave of strong artillery support and a large force from the rear, lamented that he was finally saved. After that, he immediately gave orders to his crew.

"Guys, our comrades are here to support us! Let's go, let's continue to attack those damn invaders until they are completely crushed! Ula!"

"Ula!"

Although morale is something intangible and invisible, even the greatest and outstanding commander in human military history has to admit it. Once morale begins to spread among the army, no matter whether it is high or low, the astonishing speed and contagiousness will definitely be worse than wildfire or plague.

It was like a pot of hot oil that had been heated enough and a ladle of water was poured into it. It exploded instantly. The Ula charge slogans shouted by one person and tens of thousands of people even drowned out the noisy and endless noise on the battlefield. The sound of the guns and cannons was deafening.

Although the vast majority of young SS soldiers who were holding various weapons and firing continuously in the trenches in an attempt to block the Soviet mechanized infantry and tank coordinated troops' charge were experiencing this terrifying and astonishing sight for the first time, the scene before them was The impressive scene was all too familiar to Dietrich, who had participated in World War I.

In the cold winter of December 1914, when the ice and snow were enough to make any anti-freeze person shiver, it was exactly like this that thousands of Tsarist Russian soldiers, who were almost identical to the Soviet Red Army soldiers in front of them, held bayonets in their hands. Rifles, they launched wave after wave of tidal attacks against the German soldiers who were almost frozen in the trenches without fear of casualties.

The same opponents, the same offensive and defensive positions, the same iron-like and almost crazy will to fight, and even the slogans shouted are the same as during the last world war.

The only difference was probably that the double-headed eagle-claw flag had been replaced by a flag as bright as blood.

The commander held the wide-angle periscope in his hand tightly and glanced around. Malashenko, who directed his car to continue to attack, was looking for any possible high-threat targets on the German position less than 200 meters in front of him.

Just as Malashenko stopped turning the turret steering gear in his hand and was about to fire a shot at a German MG34 machine gun team that had been pouring out continuous firepower for more than a minute, another shot came with a scream that broke through the air. The oncoming German 88mm armor-piercing projectiles followed closely at this moment.

Ding-ding——

The 88mm armor-piercing projectile, which has a high probability of directly destroying the T34 tank at a normal shooting angle, had something unexpected happen this time. In a hurry, it only conducted a roughly aimed direct fire shot, causing the armor-piercing projectile that should have gone straight through Malashenko's vehicle. , but due to the problem of inaccurate aiming trajectory, the impact angle was too small, and it hit the outer edge of the T34 tank turret and then directly missed the edge and ricocheted past.

"Hey, why are there still surviving 88-guns? Are these Germans invincible?"

From the dull bang that hit the armor outside his turret, he could clearly tell that the incoming shell was definitely not one of those German 50mm water pipes. He realized that his car had been targeted by an 88-mm cannon. The terrified Malashenko was about to find his location and quickly retaliate, but suddenly a dense sound like an eagle's roar sounded from far to near in the sky above the battlefield where the fierce battle was going on.