Bismarck

"No, my perception ability is stronger, so it is more appropriate for me to be on alert." Zeppelin's smiling voice was still very cold, but her shoulders and the MG151 machine gun with a large magazine on her shoulders shook together.

"Okay, I'll do it then." Skorzeny didn't care, he was also a war maniac. He slung the submachine gun over his shoulder, took the grenade, pulled the string and threw it into the blown-up vent, then turned around and ran towards the bottom of the slope without saying anything.

And three or four seconds later, accompanied by the shaking of the earth, a rising column of fire shot up from the blown-up ventilation shaft! And on the east side of the mountain where the commandos were hiding, theoretically at the bottom of the reverse slope cliff, just a few seconds later, a dragon of fire also gushed out from somewhere on the cliff. A curious person bravely looked down and seemed to see a fortress cannon leaning to the side, with its blackened barrel reflecting the flashing red light inside the cannon firing hole.

Skorzeny and the commandos, who had already recovered from the shock, loosened their hands that were covering their ears, looked at the flames rising into the sky, then looked at Zeppelin who was holding his "gun" and standing guard meticulously, and then looked at each other. Their faces stained by gunpowder were all filled with excited smiles against the backdrop of the war.

The helicopters and commandos had already moved to Tangier Airport, which was only 60 to 70 kilometers away, more than an hour ago. With the speed of the helicopters, it only takes 40 minutes to fly a round trip. The 32 helicopters were divided into three groups, working back and forth non-stop. Under the cover of artillery fire suppression, they continuously transported gasoline barrels, explosive packs, and additional airborne commandos to the mountaintop road of the Gibraltar Fortress.

The dense and fierce artillery fire turned the hilltop into a sea of ​​fire. Under the guidance of Zeppelin, who was on the front line, the guided bombs every now and then could accurately eliminate the most threatening targets. The more than 406 artillery positions at the southern end of the peninsula, which should have been the most dangerous and powerful in the entire fortress, were completely covered in the first round by Tirpitz, who had been holding back his resentment for a whole year, with crazy artillery fire. The missile positions and fortress turrets in the town on the west side were also named one by one by guided artillery shells and guided bombs out of range. Especially those anti-aircraft artillery positions - they posed the greatest threat to helicopters, and they were the priority targets. Moreover, these anti-aircraft artillery positions, which were used to ensure anti-aircraft shooting, had almost no way to cover the heavy armor, and there was little left under the attack of mm high-explosive bombs. So the first batch of twelve helicopters that landed effortlessly flew over the wreckage of the artillery at the southern end of the Gibraltar Peninsula, which had been bombed into a no-man's land, and swaggered with their commandos, carrying gasoline barrels, explosive packs, and blasting tubes, and openly occupied the ridge of the main peak of the Gibraltar fortress.

"Bismarck, we have destroyed the first set of ventilation holes. Fires are coming out of the firing holes in several bunkers below. They must be all dead." In the WIFI space, Zeppelin was contacting the flagship, reporting the good news that "an area has been cleared."

"Yes, I got it. Tizi and I will shift our firepower to the north later. In addition, the captain said that General Skorzeny should command the commandos to send out a team to monitor the position of the southern artillery position - we must not let the British react and regain control of this place! Just monitor it. If they send someone to counterattack the position, tell me and I will be responsible for the shelling!" Bismarck replied.

"No problem... By the way, I just checked and the British should have cleared the land. The Gibraltar shipyard and airport seem to have been blown up by them in advance. Especially the gate of the dock was blown up. It may be a bit difficult to repair it..."

"It's okay. We don't need a major repair this time. At most, you will have to be more careful when we go to Toulon to pick up the transport ship." Bismarck was stunned for a moment, as if he was listening to something, and his face became happier: "Zeppelin, the Gneisenau just reported that the fleet that was sent out to attack the British and American airport 150 kilometers away half an hour ago has replied. The air raid was very successful. There is no need to worry about being stabbed in the back!"

"Tsk, that's normal." Zeppelin curled his lips, but the smile in his eyes could not be hidden from his best friend.

Two squadrons of Calamity Crows air raiding Cricket's airport was already a bully. Even without Zeppelin's reinforcement, Globe and his team's ground attack training was not in vain. After all, Zeppelin was now the commander-in-chief of the German fleet's carrier-based aircraft. He was originally a war maniac and a part-time training maniac. Moreover, he would personally supervise the daily training. It would be a miracle if his training level was not high.

In this case, it is estimated that there will be no problem - even if the British defenders in the fortress resist to the end, pouring tons of gasoline into the vents one by one, there will be no fortress that cannot be solved! If there is, it is nothing more than pouring another ton of gasoline!

Seven barrels of gasoline weigh one ton, but the upgraded Hummingbird can carry three barrels of gasoline at a time. Even if half of a batch of ten helicopters are loaded with commandos and 120mm mortars, the remaining five can carry two tons without any problem - and can even carry a few small carts, and the unused gasoline barrels can be pushed directly along the road on the top of the fortress.

They are not here to fight, they are clearly here to go hiking and to make braised crabs on the spot!

However, if it is so easy to capture the Gibraltar fortress, why do you have to ask for trouble?

"Let's go. We've already made contact. Let's go to the next point. If this goes on for an hour at most, even if the fortress doesn't surrender, it will be almost doomed." Zeppelin turned around and said to everyone as the bombardment point began to move gradually northward.

Skorzeny and the soldiers had no questions. Except for assigning a dozen people to monitor the rear route, the rest of the people pushed small carts with gasoline barrels on them, formed a column, and walked happily amid the thick smoke and flames and the accompaniment of the rumbling of artillery fire.

Then, less than a meal's time had passed, there was another violent explosion inside the fortress.

This round of explosions finally completely destroyed the morale of those guys who had originally clamored to fight to the end.

At the same time, five or six kilometers away, on the northern edge of Gibraltar Airport, across the barbed wire with the words "British Territory" hanging on it, more than 22 soldiers of the Spanish nd Division, each with their necks stretched longer than an African mongoose, watched the fireworks display with different expressions. Even their division commander, who was on the phone with his superior, was shaking unconsciously.

After all, the Gibraltar Fortress, which had been seized by the British two hundred years ago and had been fought back with great difficulty until now, was reduced to a sea of ​​fire in less than an hour, and even the firepower for counterattacks was very limited. They had been stationed here for many years to guard against the British "backstab" and they knew very well that the locations of the explosions were almost all the permanent heavy artillery emplacements of the British on the opposite side!

You know, Franco was not completely confident about Germany, but he was actually not confident about his attitude towards Britain and the United States either!

In Britain and the United States, when people hear the word "fascism", they grit their teeth - and Franco is a fascist regime. There are many people in Britain and the United States who dislike him! Not to mention others, the current US Vice President Truman, the US Army Chief of Staff General Marshall and other powerful people, many of whom are inclined to use force to solve Franco's problem!

(Historical fact. In history, the Marshall Plan directly excluded Spain from the scope of loan assistance. Even in 46-50, when the Soviet Union's post-war reconstruction was not enough to threaten the European continent, the United States did intend to first deal with Franco and then control Spain. If Franco had not immediately seen the situation and immediately accepted the "US-Spain Mutual Defense Treaty" in exchange for the United States' recognition of his dictatorship with a series of shameless confessions such as "allowing the United States to control the Spanish economy, allowing the United States to station heavy troops in Spain, and Spain to actively join NATO to oppose the Soviet Union", perhaps this guy would have been finished long ago.)

Now the firepower of the German fleet was so fierce that Gibraltar was already in danger. As a general, the commander of the 22nd Division knew that he was absolutely incapable of handling such a major change in the geostrategic situation, so he hurriedly called his superiors for instructions. However, even his superior, the commander of the Spanish Second Army in Seville, could not handle such a big thing.

Then the call was transferred directly to Franco's official residence.

At this time, in Franco's official residence in Madrid, Franco, who was originally preparing to go to bed but was suddenly called out to receive guests, was also having a headache watching the verbal sparring between Ribbentrop, who was eloquent and eloquent, and the British ambassador, who was gritting his teeth and holding on with emotion.

Franco's idea was simple: he would not be dragged into the water, especially by the powerful Germany, but he could not offend any party, namely the United Kingdom and the United States, which were dissatisfied with the Spanish "state system" and might "kill" him. Gibraltar was a place that Spain had dreamed of recovering for two hundred years, even the army, so if he did not give an explanation to the people, he would basically be in trouble.

However, how easy is it to maintain the domestic base while not offending any party in World War II?

Ribbentrop's words sounded good - Spain didn't need to join the war, as long as he could "give the Germans a hand" then Gibraltar would be returned intact after the war - but this would directly offend the Allies, who had amazing potential and a better chance of winning. After dealing with Germany, his rule over Spain would probably come to an end.

However, if the Germans were simply shut out… Let’s not talk about whether the move of Gibraltar would force him out of office at home. Franco knew very well that there were too many people who opposed him: from the pro-British and American liberals to the pro-Soviet Popular Front remnants, and even a few people in the military and government who didn’t get along with him, who wanted to abdicate and hand over power to the “legal Spanish royal family.” So if he could push Gibraltar out in such a pie-in-the-sky situation, he wouldn’t have to wait for Britain and the United States to settle the score, because he would be finished soon!

Moreover, even if they give Britain and the United States a hand, there is still a high probability that they will turn around and kill them after they have dealt with Germany. To put it bluntly, Britain and the United States have done a lot of treachery.

If this is really the case, it would be better to sell more tungsten ore and mineral resources to Germany, so as to try to drag the Germans out with Britain and the United States for a little longer.

Even with Franco's well-known prudence and tact, he would have found it difficult to make up his mind in such a situation: it would be fine if he couldn't have his cake and eat it too, but what was the point of being caught in the middle on three sides?

The tragedy is that after the brutal civil war, Spain was severely damaged and its foundation was not solid. It was not even qualified to slap the table or shout a few times to express protest, let alone overturn the table...

"Forget it, forget it. I'll just wait until the situation in Gibraltar becomes clear before I back off... By then, it's a fait accompli and they won't be able to say anything to me... Anyway, I'll just get rid of these two plague gods first and talk about the future later..."

After weighing the pros and cons for a long time, Franco finally came up with a strategy of keeping the same in the face of ever-changing situations. Then he leaned back in his chair, narrowing his eyes slightly - I was just waiting for the result anyway, and I was free anyway, so I let him talk nonsense, and I would rest for a while.

On the other side, the two diplomats were arguing like shrews, but in fact they were both secretly staring at Franco - after all, Franco was still the one who had the final say in Spain, and no matter how fiercely they argued, their ultimate goal was just to persuade Franco.

Seeing Franco entering the health-preserving daze and dozing mode, the two of them gave up their ungraceful verbal battle, looked at each other, snorted softly, and the two of them, who had been roaring for nearly an hour and whose throats were a little dry, picked up the water cups on the table and took a big sip at the same time - then they found that the guy drinking black tea (coffee) opposite them was in sync with them and could not help but snort together again and turned their heads to the side, thinking out of sight, out of mind.

Anyway, it seems that Franco is obviously going to "wait until the outcome is clear" before making a decision. So why bother to fight with the guy on the other side? Regardless of whether the negotiation is successful or not, don't lose face in front of outsiders!

However, when he thought of the battlefield, Ribbentrop couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth, and the British ambassador's face turned ugly.

However, not long after, a senior staff member of Franco's official residence gently opened the door and walked in. After whispering a few words in Franco's ear, Franco, who had closed his eyes and was in a daze, opened his eyes and stood up. After greeting the British and German parties awkwardly but politely and making up an excuse, Franco walked out of the living room and walked directly into his office without saying a word, and picked up the microphone of a red emergency intercom on the table.

"I'm Franco, what's going on?"

"Leader and Grand Marshal, I am from the Second Legion. The 22nd Division just reported that we are now at the Gibraltar Fortress..."

"Oh? Gibraltar can't hold out for much longer? I see. You keep monitoring and report to me immediately if anything happens." Franco suddenly thought of something and added, "By the way, if the Germans really take it down and they send someone to contact you, you can agree to any general request."

Only a fool could not understand that this meant "there is something to discuss with the Germans". However, considering that the Gibraltar Fortress would most likely be returned, the commander of the Second Army also agreed on the spot.

While the Second Army commander was reporting and arranging the situation in Gibraltar with Franco, the gunfire in Gibraltar had stopped. Even the barbed wire that had separated Spain and Gibraltar for two hundred years was opened. Then a helicopter flew over, and a naval colonel in his fifties with an interpreter got off the plane and walked over the threshold of the iron gate:

"I am Colonel Voss of the German Navy. General Lütjens authorized me to discuss some matters with your commander..."

Chapter 895: Great...Great Victory of the Navy

Although both are in the same time zone, the sun rises in Berlin at least an hour and a half earlier than in Madrid.

"Good morning, citizens of the Empire. This is the morning news from Berlin Radio... The first news is: A great naval victory! Last night, General Lütjens commanded the Imperial Navy and captured the Gibraltar fortress, which the British boasted had never failed in 200 years!... At the same time, last night, Foreign Minister Ribbentrop and Spanish leader Marshal Franco held talks on the ownership of Gibraltar and signed a bilateral treaty on the current status and future ownership of the Gibraltar Peninsula. In the treaty, both parties reaffirmed Spain's indisputable historical sovereignty over Gibraltar and condemned Britain's banditry of occupying other countries' legitimate territories. Marshal Franco expressed his views on the current war situation facing our country. He expressed full understanding and acknowledged that our fleet's capture of the Gibraltar Fortress and the Mania Airport in Tangier, North Africa, during the war was a "legitimate war occupation in accordance with international public law". He allowed our army to use the former British and American military facilities in these two ports during the war, and stated that this military campaign would not affect the current friendly bilateral relations between my country and Spain and the implementation of the relevant "commercial and transportation treaties" between the two countries. Foreign Minister Ribbentrop appreciated Marshal Franco's knowledge and sensibility, and acknowledged the sovereignty of Gibraltar as a legitimate territory of Spain since ancient times. As for the British and American military bases currently occupied and used by our army, they will be returned to Spain after the war..."

At half past six in the morning, the radio loudspeakers on the streets of Berlin began to play cheerfully.

Under the loudspeaker, the crowd that lined up in front of the bakery in the morning waiting to get bread had numbness in their eyes due to the cruel war, but after all, it was a victory news, which still cheered up many of them a little.

Although the brutal strategic bombings of the past have become a thing of the past due to the interception of anti-aircraft missiles and jet fighters, the missiles that whizzed past every now and then in the middle of the night still caused considerable trouble to the citizens of this country. They jumped up from their sleep again and again, and when they looked back, they were only three feet and three meters apart from the ceiling of the refugee settlement shed...

An old couple was carrying a bag, and in the bag were a few small pieces of black bread and cheese, which were barely enough to fill their stomachs. They supported each other, dragged their shadows in the seemingly hopeful morning sun, and staggered towards the "air raid refugee resettlement area".

"Ah, we have won again... Come to think of it, how long has it been since we heard such a victory report since the failed attempt to capture Stalingrad in 41? I calculated the time, it seems to be almost two years?"

"Whatever, the news has already said so. So what? It's a great victory. I don't see any increase in food rations. Now I just hope my son can come back safely from the battlefield. It's better than anything else... God bless you, Amen..."

After hearing the old lady's words, the old man was silent. After praying, the old lady walked with the bag of bread and looked at the ruins of a residential building she had just passed by - this residential building destroyed by the war was their former home.

Just as worrying as this crumbling wreckage is the son who was conscripted and sent to the Eastern Front, whose life or death is uncertain.

The brutal war caused countless casualties but made little progress. The people, whose lives were becoming increasingly miserable, always felt uneasy.

Especially according to rumors, now on the Eastern Front, the Russians are launching a massive offensive and have been pressing down on the front line, making the situation very tense.

Although ordinary people do not care about military and national affairs, the dwindling rations still serve as a reminder to them from time to time.

After all, now is a cruel war!

Even in the Prime Minister's Office, people were busy all night long dealing with various war and diplomatic situations.

It was the news that the Lütjens fleet had captured Gibraltar that gave the mustache a shot in the arm. Although, most of the infrastructure of the Gibraltar Fortress had been blown up, and another wave of supplies would need to be prepared for at least a week.

However, this was still a great victory, and it was a great victory that stopped the British, American and Italian offensives, wasn’t it?

No wonder he had been dealing with diplomatic affairs with Spain all night, but now he was smiling so sweetly with his two panda eyes and a mustache.

At the breakfast table, with his increasingly Parkinsonian hands, with the help of Eva, the smiling man with a mustache ate toasted white bread with tomatoes and sweet salad dressing and drank caraway tea, while listening to the radio with a smile on his face. At the same time, he also discussed the war situation with several senior officials and confidants who stayed up late with him to pay attention to the situation in Spain.

"Well done this time! Churchill and Roosevelt will not be able to come up with any new tricks in the Mediterranean for at least three months." Hitler swallowed a mouthful of white bread, which was already a luxury for the German people at that time, took out a handkerchief and touched his mouth, looking at Keitel with admiration and said: "In this way, our main forces on the Eastern Front will not have to withdraw to Italy to help hold the line."

"Yes, the recent offensive by the Russians is indeed a bit of a headache." Halfway through his meal, Keitel heard the Führer calling him and quickly put down the bread in his hand. He quickly played one of his greatest roles: bowing and nodding, and supporting the emperor's policies.

Since early August, the Soviet Army, commanded by Vasilevsky and Zhukov in the Western and Southwestern Theater respectively, launched a massive offensive in the Smolensk and Ukrainian battlefields.

Thanks to the thirty engineering divisions that had been working hard to build fortifications on the Eastern Front over the past six months, the "Black Panther Line" had already taken shape. However, the gap in manpower had seriously damaged the defense - although the powerful E-50M (Mo Gai) tanks had repelled the Soviet attack in the Kharkov counterattack, the loss of Moscow was not so easy to recover.

Haven’t you noticed that the Greater German Reich’s conscripted men’s corps has once again expanded its conscription age from sixteen to fifteen?

Faced with the massive Soviet offensive, the Germans felt Alexander.

Especially on the southern front, with less than 1.2 million troops, 2,400 aircraft - of which only 300 were jet aircraft, 3,000 tanks and 12,000 artillery pieces, they had to deal with 1.87 million troops, 31,000 artillery pieces, 4,400 aircraft and 5,400 tanks from five fronts under Zhukov's command in the Southwestern Theater of the Soviet Union.

Not to mention the Black Sea flank, where there are nearly 400,000 people and thousands of aircraft in the Southern Theater commanded by Budyonny - many of them are heavy bomber units commanded by Marshal Golovanov, commander of the Soviet long-range aviation, and four Marine divisions under the cover of the Black Sea Fleet!

Both Hitler and Keitel were familiar with Golovanov: he had dared to take the risk of bombing Berlin and Romanian oil fields at the beginning of the war in 1941 - although the losses were heavy, the attack on the oil fields once destroyed 30% of the production capacity here!

The Black Death on the other side is even more difficult to deal with: when these Sailor Shirts get drunk and crazy, they really dare to overturn the tank with their muscles!

Moreover, the Soviet Union modified their old World War I battleship Sevastopol in the Black Sea: the main guns were removed, the superstructure was stripped off, and a flight deck 180 meters long and 30 meters wide was built. It was eventually converted into a light aircraft carrier with a speed of 37 knots, equipped with a large number of mm anti-aircraft guns, and capable of carrying a reinforced mixed aviation regiment of aircraft to perform offensive missions!

It was this aircraft carrier converted from an old battleship that allowed the Black Sea Fleet, which originally lacked air superiority and had superior sea power but could only stay in the port of Batumi and look at the sky anxiously, to regain its freedom of movement. Even the Fourth Air Fleet, commanded by Marshal von Richthofen, stationed in Romania to protect the oil fields, could not move! Even though the Fourth Air Fleet had a famous general like Leo in command, with a heavy force of 1,200 aircraft, 250 jets alone, and even anti-aircraft missiles!

The reason is simple: the range of the Soviet Yak-9 fighter jets is 1300 kilometers, which is twice as far as German aircraft!

Even if I can't beat you, you can't ignore the risk of heavy bombers from Crimea bombing oil fields with aircraft carriers! As long as you dare to mobilize jets to reinforce Ukraine, I will use aircraft carriers to cover heavy bombers to attack Ploiesti! Then, whether it's oil fields, refineries, nearby airports, or even Bucharest... I'll blow them all up first!

Even though Germany had more planes and its jet fighters were very powerful, the lack of range meant that the little Richthofen, who was out of reach, had a large army but could do nothing about a light aircraft carrier converted from an old battleship!

As long as the aircraft carrier itself cannot be captured, no matter how many carrier-based aircraft are lost, the impact on the Soviet Union will be limited - it doesn't matter if the aviation regiment is wiped out, as long as another regiment is transferred, it will be a hero again. Then continue to wander around the sea, waiting for an opportunity to cause trouble for you!

Anyway, the Soviet Union had trained 200,000 reserve pilots through aviation clubs before the war, so there was no need to worry about a talent gap.

With such a threat in place, Richtofen did not dare to send too many reinforcements to strengthen the Ukrainian direction - even though he still had seven Rhine Daughters missile battalions and a large number of semi-active guided surface-to-air defense rocket launchers.

These things were directly taken from the anti-aircraft rockets of the evil spirit fleet. After all, they were the re-employment of the useless "Simley Organ" rocket launchers, and they could attack the target as long as the radar was illuminated. Although the mobility of the rockets was quite average, compared with anti-aircraft guns, the hit rate and training difficulty were acceptable. Therefore, the air force anti-aircraft artillery unit was quite satisfied with it.

The problem is, although the design concept is the best in the world, it is not very mature after all, and there are plenty of tactical ways to deal with it!

Soviet aircraft carriers were equipped with lightweight and flexible fighter jets that were good at low-altitude penetration. Whether it was the Yak or the Il-2, they were both good fighters against the notorious "low-altitude rogue group" of the Soviet Air Force on the Eastern Front!

Anti-aircraft missiles? They are powerful, but unless a technician named Tirpitz personally takes action, there is still a certain miss rate when using them to attack fighter jets - in addition to interference, evasive maneuvers can also shake off missiles!

After all, anti-aircraft missiles are too heavy and difficult to load. Although they are good for dealing with the threat of clustered heavy bombers, they are not a very safe approach to dealing with those that hover at the edge of the range and use "bait" tactics to consume the number of missiles. They are much more maneuverable than bombers, much faster, and have organized and coordinated fighters...

The brutal plundering made Soviet pilots full of national hatred and resentment, and they were extremely determined to fight to the death, so they had sufficient combat experience. In addition, the Soviet government mobilized experts to study how to deal with air defense missiles, and soon made a breakthrough.

Based on the analysis, calculations and experiments of scientists, as well as the summaries of the Flight Test Institute and front-line troops at the risk of their lives, and the technical reverse engineering of the principles of the German air defense missiles, a set of evasive maneuvers have now been developed!

First of all, all Soviet Air Force aircraft are equipped with radio lock warning devices - as long as they are locked by radar, the warning device can reflect the approximate location and illumination power intensity of the enemy's fire control radar (and missile position).

This can be used to reversely estimate the distance between the enemy's radar station-air defense missile position and oneself, providing a reference for the next step of avoidance.

Then according to the tactical process, at this time, you just need to accelerate directly towards the dive, while performing serpentine maneuvers that jump left and right. Finally, wait until you visually discover the missile, or see the intensity and timing display on the warning device, and then make a sharp turn at a large angle. There is a chance that you will shake off the missile's pursuit!

After all, the first generation of air defense missiles were synonymous with being big, black and crude, with a length of 10 meters and a wingspan of meters - it would be strange if you couldn't see them!

Although the maximum range of the high-altitude ballistic trajectory is more than 70 kilometers, the actual dynamic range is only less than 40 kilometers at high altitude. And if you want to deal with Soviet fighters that are attacking at low altitude throughout the whole process, due to the greater resistance, the range can even be reduced to less than 20 kilometers! At the same time, there are a lot of ground clutter at low altitude, and there are always a few hills that cover the signal, so the probability of radar unlocking is quite high. And even if the Germans are equipped with a low-altitude blind radar on a high shelf to expand the low-altitude field of view, before the Doppler radar comes out, clutter is really harmful to the fire control radar signal!

Without the support of a certain Aegis heavy cruiser and a certain tech geek girl who specializes in electronics, anti-aircraft missiles are useless against low-altitude targets! And for a Yak-class tank that is fully capable of low-altitude penetration, a distance of 20 kilometers is equivalent to a full-speed sprint of 600 kilometers in three minutes!

Three minutes is not even enough to reload. Even if a missile battalion uses up all the missiles on eight launchers, how many planes can it stop?!

As for the "Simler Organ"? This thing is good and easy to use, but the maximum range is only seven kilometers, and it can only deal with one target at a time. In just one minute, the fleet can break through the interception of the "Organ" and even blow up the opponent! Besides, even if the Soviet electronic industry is not developed and the jammer performance is not good enough, throwing aluminum foil strips is not a high-tech thing...

Faced with the low-altitude infiltration tactics of maneuverable aircraft carriers and equally maneuverable fighter jets, even Führer von Richthofen did not dare to deploy jet aircraft - without the cover provided by jet aircraft, relying solely on anti-aircraft missiles, he could not do anything about the Soviet Air Force's "dare to dethrone the emperor at the cost of one's life" feint - desperate raid - heavy bombers coming in to lay the carpet - three consecutive attacks!

It was under such circumstances that even Hitler did not strongly insist on the idea of ​​"fighting to the end and losing the land". Without the restriction of the "no retreat" spell, the German army, facing the heavy Soviet army, began to retreat to the natural barrier of the Dnieper River, the so-called "Black Panther-Wotan Line" according to the plan. Moreover, during the retreat, not only did they blow up all the dams, roads and bridges along the way, but they also buried mines all over the mountains. They even blew up the dams near the coast and the swamps along the "Tatar Trench" built by the Mongols 800 years ago to separate Crimea!

For a moment, the eastern bank of the Dnieper River, which was already in a mess with smoke and corpses everywhere, was flooded!

In 1941, when the Soviet Union was attacked, many dams and reservoirs on the Dnieper River were blown to pieces by German bombers in order to hinder the Soviet army's resistance. In addition, the Germans' organized bombing of bridges and roads and the laying of mines everywhere caused great trouble to the Soviet pursuers behind.

The pursuing Soviet troops, trapped in the Yellow River flood area and minefields, could only watch with anger as the German devils swept away the large amount of food, minerals, ill-gotten gains and the people they had taken hostage in their "last haul" and drove away.

In this land ravaged by evil, what the fascists left to the Soviet Union were only the corpses of more than 500,000 innocent civilians, the ruins of the Three Alls Policy, and a lot of blood and tears, and the elderly, the weak, the sick and the disabled who had luckily escaped from the butcher's knife and were in urgent need of help!

"These damn Fa Cs, they are so developed and wealthy, yet they come here to kill, burn and steal things!"

"My poor granddaughter is only thirteen years old... Fascists are all beasts! They are all beasts!..."

“All the food was taken away, the mines were blown up, and they also captured my husband and son, saying they would take them back as slaves to build their defenses… My legs were broken by the damn Fa Cs, and my son hid me before they captured me, so I survived… What should I do now… Woo woo woo…”

"Fellow villagers, stop crying. We will avenge you... The civil affairs officers will arrive in two days. Keep these loaves of bread to fill your stomach...

"Comrade Captain, where can I sign up? I want to join the army! My father and mother were both killed by the fascists! I want revenge..."

Looking at the destroyed roads, collapsed houses, minefields everywhere, and the trembling refugees who had escaped by chance, the Soviet officers and soldiers who had pursued in vain organized mine clearance, took in and comforted the poor refugees with kind words, and distributed their own food, which was not enough to begin with, to the suffering people. When they looked back, the Soviet officers and soldiers, who were furious, went to the commanders and political commissars in groups and handed in letters of request signed by themselves and their comrades.

"...Those fascists are all bastards, we can't let them off! Shura, when we get back we'll submit a letter of challenge to the higher-ups!"

Yang Yongfu's eyes were full of anger as he distributed the little food he had left to the surviving refugees.

Shula, who was also gritting his teeth, nodded vigorously: "That's no problem, Yongfu, you are the company commander, you have the final say!"

"The Third Tank Company strongly requests our superiors to arrange for us to lead the charge. We want to avenge the innocent people..."

Furious letters of request to fight and application forms that seemed to still be stained with blood flew onto the desks of political commissars at all levels like snowflakes. Soon, they were handed over to Zhukov, the representative of the headquarters theater, along with combat reports by commanders and fighters at all levels. Finally, they were handed over to a man who called himself Tienan.