The German soldiers were struggling to resist the fierce Soviet attack, especially the hordes of Soviet T-34 tanks, which were constantly impacting the German defense lines like a torrent of steel, putting huge pressure on the German army. "It's so powerful. There is such a powerful weapon." A young German soldier, his face was covered with smoke and dust, but his eyes were shining with excitement. He looked at the Iron Fist rocket launcher that had just been put into use, excitedly shouted. Another veteran next to him also lamented: "If we had had this weapon earlier, we would not have been beaten by tanks and were unable to fight back." "Yes, this is much more powerful than the Iron Fist!" The surrounding German soldiers echoed, and excited shouts continued on the battlefield. Before, when they faced Soviet tanks, they often had to rely on crude weapons and flesh and blood to resist them, resulting in heavy casualties. But now, the emergence of the Iron Fist Rocket Launcher gives them hope. Even the captain officer who had doubts about this weapon before had his eyes filled with brilliance now. He quickly walked up to the officer escorting the weapons and asked eagerly: "Awesome, how many Iron Fist rocket launchers are there?" The escorting officer looked tired. He sighed and said helplessly: "There are only 500 weapons and almost 3,000 pieces of ammunition. Use them sparingly. It is not easy to transport them to the front line. There are Soviet air force attacks everywhere. Along the way Our logistics officers and soldiers worked hard to finally deliver this batch of weapons to you safely." The captain's brows immediately frowned and complained: "Five hundred tanks are too few. On average, there are only one for a few people. The ammunition is also pitiful. The Soviet army has so many tanks, which is not enough at all." ” The **** officer patted the captain on the shoulder and explained patiently: "It's quite a lot. This is considering that you are the front line, otherwise we would only give you two hundred weapons at most. Think about it, many troops are grabbing such a powerful weapon." It’s important. There are almost three million troops on the entire Eastern Front, and there are only 100,000 Iron Fist rocket launchers. How many can be divided into various units? "

After hearing this, the captain officer felt a little dissatisfied, but he understood that this was indeed a helpless move, so he no longer struggled. He immediately ordered people to start learning how to operate this new weapon. The operation of the Panzerfaust rocket launcher is actually not complicated, especially for many German soldiers who have operated the old Panzerfaust rocket launcher and quickly figured out the shooting routines. With the blessing of this weapon, the combat effectiveness of the Fifth Infantry Division has been greatly improved. On the battlefield, countless flaming armor-piercing bullets hit the charging T-34 tanks like meteors. With loud noises, the Soviet armored forces suffered heavy losses. T-34 tanks were hit one after another, raging fire broke out, and the turret was blown off. The Soviet tank crews escaped from the burning tanks one after another, but were immediately exposed to German firepower. "Damn it, why was the attack interrupted?" Lieutenant General Rybalko of the Soviet Army roared angrily in the headquarters. He originally planned that this armored charge would break through the German defense line in one fell swoop, but he did not expect to encounter such tenacious resistance. "Your Excellency, Commander, there is a single-person anti-tank weapon in the hands of the German army, which can easily penetrate our tanks." The combat staff who came to report carefully explained. "Individual anti-tank weapon?" Lieutenant General Rybalko looked confused. His previous armored units were mainly blocked by German artillery fire, and he had never seen this new weapon. In addition, all the Soviet soldiers who had seen this weapon before were killed in battle, and the German army did an excellent job of keeping it secret. Therefore, the Soviet army knew very little about this weapon. Even if they had heard about it, they thought it was just an old-style Iron Fist. Rocket launcher. However, the old Panzerfaust rocket launcher has a very short range, only twenty or thirty meters, and must be fired at close range. This often makes German soldiers easily killed during attacks. "Yes, it's very powerful. With the tail fin, one shell can destroy our tank." The combat staff emphasized again helplessly. Lieutenant General Rybalko frowned, secretly annoyed in his heart. He did not expect that the German army on the opposite side would be so difficult to deal with. After thinking for a moment, he roared angrily: "Notify the Air Force and let them send these **** German troops to hell." Soon, hundreds of Soviet fighter planes roared into the sky above the battle. The sun shines on the wings of the fighter plane, reflecting an icy light. One bomb after another fell on the German position like raindrops. The entire German position was instantly shrouded in smoke. The explosion was deafening. Mud and rocks were blown up into the sky and fell heavily. This was an all-round carpet bombing. The German trenches and bunkers were continuously destroyed, and the soldiers suffered heavy casualties.

"Hey hey hey, it's really cool. It was so cool when there were no German fighter planes to intercept. Now I can bomb as much as I want and let these **** taste the feeling of being slaughtered. Hahaha, really. Very cool." A Soviet pilot was flying an IL-2 attack aircraft, with a proud smile on his face and laughing excitedly. "Yes, it's really fun, but I was too slow just now and an anti-aircraft gun position was robbed." The wingman pilot next to him also agreed. "Don't worry, the German troops below are all ours, and no one can take them away today." "You're right, but with so many German troops, aren't you afraid of choking to death?" the wingman pilot said jokingly. "What are you afraid of? There are no German fighter planes anyway, so there is nothing to be afraid of. In our eyes, they are just a bunch of lambs waiting to be slaughtered. We will kill as many as we can." However, before their laughter could stop, a Me262 fighter jet rushed into the Soviet fighter formation like a silver lightning bolt. With a sharp whistling sound, a barrage of cannon bullets swept towards an IL-2 attack aircraft like a gust of wind. In an instant, the Il-2 attack aircraft was exploded and turned into a ball of fire, with fragments flying everywhere. "Damn, it's a German fighter plane." "Evade quickly!" "Oh my God, it's so fast." "It's a jet fighter, run." The Soviet pilots suddenly panicked. They had never seen a fighter plane with such speed. In front of the me262 jet fighter, the IL-2 attack aircraft is like a clumsy duck, unable to fight back. With its ultra-high speed and powerful firepower, the me262 fighter jet ran rampant among the Soviet fighter formations, as if entering an uninhabited land. "It's too fast, I can't run away, fight back, fight back quickly." "Don't run away. If you can't escape, fight back quickly." "Damn it, I can't catch up." "The machine gun bullets are too weak. They don't react when hit." Hartman was driving the Me262 jet fighter with only one thought in his mind, and that was fun. There was a confident smile on his face, and his eyes revealed the excitement of a hunter when he sees his prey. In his eyes, these Soviet fighter planes were lambs to be slaughtered. No aircraft could catch up with him. The bullets fired by those Soviet fighter planes could not catch up with the speed of the me262. "Shuang, we must kill a hundred fighter planes today." Hartmann roared, and like a silver arrow that left the string, he shot into the Soviet fighter formation again. He skillfully controlled the fighter plane, with the 30mm cannon constantly spitting flames, and every shot hit the target accurately. One IL-2 attack aircraft was shot down under his attack, and some were knocked into pieces and disintegrated in the air. The Soviet pilots did not even have a chance to parachute to escape. On the ground, the soldiers of the bombed 5th Infantry Division saw the appearance of German fighter planes, and their originally desperate faces suddenly showed a look of excitement. "It's terrible." "This is our air force? Is it so powerful?" "I saw it. The Soviet fighter planes were shot down like dumplings." "It's amazing." "It's a pity that they came out too late."

The soldiers talked excitedly, but their excitement was quickly interrupted because the Soviet tank group on the opposite side appeared again and continued to charge towards the position. "Prepare to fight, prepare the rocket launchers." the German commander shouted. The soldiers quickly put away their smiles and returned to the intense battle. In the sky, as more and more me262 fighter jets arrived, the Soviet fighter jets finally collapsed and began to flee in all directions. But facing the me262 fighter jet with a speed of over 800 kilometers per hour, they could only be massacred, and even escape became a luxury. "That Hartmann guy killed dozens more fighter planes, and the total number of shots down exceeds 400, right? He is simply a devil." A German pilot said through the radio communication channel. "There should be. It is said that he has now made a plan for himself to shoot down a thousand enemy planes." Another pilot responded. "It is said that the Supreme Command ordered that whoever is the first to shoot down a thousand fighter planes will be awarded the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with diamonds and leaves and double swords." "My God, this is the highest honor!" There is no mistake in every song, one post, one content, one 6 one, one book, one book, take a look! "I think Hartman is very promising." "I want it too!" The pilots were also discussing animatedly between battles. At this time, Hartmann was concentrating on the battle. He only had those Soviet fighter planes in his eyes. He had only one goal in his mind, which was to continuously shoot down enemy planes and move towards that unprecedented honor. On the ground, the tank battle between the German army and the Soviet army was still fierce. German soldiers relied on their Panzerfaust rocket launchers to stubbornly resist the attack of Soviet tanks. T-34 tanks were hit one after another, and burning wreckage was scattered all over the battlefield. But the Soviet army had too many tanks, and the pressure on the German army was increasing. In a fierce firefight, a young German soldier had just destroyed a T-34 tank with a Panzerfaust rocket launcher. Before he could take a breath, he found another tank rushing towards him. He quickly loaded the ammunition, but just as he was about to shoot, a shell exploded next to him. He was knocked to the ground by the air wave, his leg was injured, and he was bleeding. "Hans, how are you?" A comrade quickly ran over and helped him up. "I'm fine. Come on, load the ammunition for me. The tank is still there." Hans gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain. His comrades quickly loaded the ammunition for him. Hans endured the pain in his legs, stood up with difficulty, aimed at the T-34 tank, and pulled the trigger. With a loud noise, the tank was also successfully destroyed. "Well done, Hans." His comrades all looked at him approvingly. However, the fighting continued and German casualties continued to mount. In the sky, the air battle between me262 fighter jets and Soviet fighter jets also entered a fierce stage. Hartmann had shot down dozens of enemy planes, and his record continued to climb. However, the Soviet army has a large number of fighter planes, and they are constantly organizing counterattacks. A Soviet La-5 fighter jet tried to attack Hartmann from behind. Hartmann was keenly aware of the danger. He quickly drove the Me262 fighter jet into a sharp turn, then accelerated sharply and rushed directly to the La-5 fighter jet. 5Fighter front. Before the other party could react, Hartmann pressed the cannon button, and a burst of shells directly hit the La-5 fighter jet into the air and exploded. "Hmph, you want to sneak attack me." Hartman said coldly.

As the battle continued, the Soviet fighter planes were gradually repelled, and the sky was filled with black smoke from the burning wreckage of the fighter planes. On the ground, although the German army temporarily resisted the Soviet attack, they also paid a heavy price. The battlefield was littered with broken limbs, burning tanks and discarded weapons. "This battle was too tragic." A German lieutenant said with emotion as he looked at the scene in front of him. "Yes, but we can't retreat, we must hold our position." The captain said firmly. At this time, the sun was gradually setting in the west, and its afterglow shone on the devastated battlefield, giving the entire battlefield a layer of blood red. Soldiers on both sides were exhausted, but they knew the war was far from over. With the support of new weapons and air force, the German army has temporarily stabilized the defense line, but the Soviet army will not give up and will definitely launch another attack. Marshal Model stood in the headquarters with a tired look and bloodshot eyes, staring at the map in front of him, as if trying to find the key to breaking the situation from the dense lines and marks. When Marshal Manstein arrived in a hurry, he seemed to have seen a savior. He breathed a sigh of relief and said with emotion: "Manstein, if you come a little later, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold the line of defense." Marshal Manstein frowned slightly, glanced at Model's face, then looked at the busy but tense atmosphere around him, and his heart sank. He looked full of doubts and asked: "What's going on? Isn't Zhukov on the other side a defeated general under your command? How could this be? You command millions of troops." Model shook his head with a wry smile and pointed to the front line pushed by the Soviet army on the map. His voice was a little hoarse: "Zhukov was too well prepared this time. The morale of his troops was high, and he had an advantage in both strength and equipment. Our defense line has been torn open by them several times, and the soldiers have suffered heavy casualties. I have done my best to hold on until now. " Manstein stepped forward and looked at the map carefully, his brows frowning more and more. He knew that the situation on the Eastern Front battlefield was changing rapidly, and once the defense line collapsed, the consequences would be disastrous. "We can no longer defend passively like this. We must take the initiative to find their weaknesses." He raised his head and looked at Model firmly. "How many reserves do you have on hand?" Model sighed helplessly: "The reserve force has been almost exhausted, and the troops that can be mobilized now are very limited. Moreover, our supply lines have also been attacked by the Soviet army, and it is becoming increasingly difficult to supply supplies." Manstein pondered for a moment and said slowly: "Continuing like this is not an option. We must re-formulate the battle plan. Although Zhukov is powerful, he is not without weaknesses. We must take advantage of his mentality of underestimating the enemy and surprise him. " As he spoke, Manstein drew on the map and explained his thoughts to Model. Model nodded while listening, hope gradually igniting in his eyes. At this time, the sound of guns and artillery on the battlefield was still deafening, and the German soldiers struggled to hold on under the fierce attack of the Soviet army. In the headquarters, the two marshals were racking their brains, trying to find a way to reverse the situation of the war. They knew that this battle was not only a matter of life and death for the German army, but would also affect the direction of the entire Eastern Front battlefield. At the same time, in the Soviet command post, Zhukov was paying close attention to the battlefield situation. The corners of his mouth raised slightly, revealing a confident smile: "Model, let's see how long you can last this time." He turned to look at the staff officer beside him, "Continue to increase the intensity of the attack and not give the Germans any chance to breathe. ." (End of this chapter)