November 7th.

Outside the city of Mosco, on the 598 Heights marked on the map, a German artillery commander held a telescope and looked at Mosco in the distance.

On the 598 heights beside him, 36 150 howitzers were lined up, and the artillery crew soldiers were busy firing shells weighing more than 40 kilograms at high speed towards Mosco in the distance.

Boom Boom... A violent explosion rose through the city of Mosco.

In order to wash away the defeat of the last time, the mustache gathered hundreds of heavy artillery regiments, more than 5,000 heavy artillery shells of more than 150 calibers, including more than 500 heavy guns of more than 200 calibers, and even a hundred heavy artillery guns of more than 305 calibers.

More than five thousand rounds of 150 shells, five hundred rounds of 200 caliber shells, fifty rounds of 305 heavy artillery shells per minute, for a city is an unprecedented density of shelling in the history of warfare.

Let Mosco almost be shrouded in gunsmoke.

But on the high ground marked five, ninety-eight, the regimental commander's frowns tightened, indicating that he was not in a happy mood.

Afternoon.

Interludes in shelling.

In the sky, a series of huge six-engine bombers suddenly appeared in the sky over Mosco, and then dropped huge bombs, which were at least three tons of aerial bombs in terms of size.

Far more powerful than the explosion of the shells, the smoke of the explosion rose up, and some buildings were directly blown down.

At this time, the artillery commander was still standing on the 598 heights, holding a telescope and looking at Mosco in the distance, his brows still locked.

"Damn it."

He scolded fiercely.

Not counting the aerial bombardment, just counting the artillery, plus the 105 long-range artillery of other divisions, it is calculated that nearly a thousand tons of shells fell in the city of Mosco every minute.

The intensity of artillery fire was truly unprecedented, and it was a miracle in the history of warfare.

But the regimental commander is also well aware.

At this time, there were a large number of underground fortress fortifications in Moscone, and such an artillery bombardment was actually very ineffective, and it could not destroy many enemy troops, and even morale would not have much effect.

Unless heavy artillery of caliber 305 or more hit the fortress directly, or a three-ton aerial bomb directly hit the bunker, there would not be much loss at all.

In this city, everyone has been evacuated, and the remaining soldiers stationed there regard themselves as dead people, and they just want to take the German soldiers on their backs and exchange their lives for their lives.

In the offensive of the previous days, countless death squads with anti-tank rocket launchers attacked Tank No. 4 from the flank, so much so that in just five days of attack, two thousand tanks and armored vehicles were lost.

Of course, the enemy also suffered heavy losses, and the casualties of the soldiers were only much greater than those of the Germans, and even many units surrendered in formation.

Both sides are attrition.

In his opinion, such consumption is meaningless, with the current strength of the troops, there is an absolute superiority in mobile armored forces, superior air support forces, and strong logistical supply strength, it is completely possible to directly divide and encircle Mosco, give full play to the ability to maneuver, bypass and continue to attack, besiege this place to death, and then attack slowly, there is no need for such consumption at all.

Supplies may not matter, Germany is not short of supplies, but the consumption of soldiers, as well as the consumption of morale, is also huge, and such a slow attack will give the enemy time to prepare.

He instinctively felt that something was wrong this way.

However, the war was commanded by the Führer, who was only a regimental commander.

And the Führer, it seems, intends to uproot every city, every fortress, every village, every farm, every enemy on every piece of land swept by the troops, and completely destroy the enemy from the roots.

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November 8th.

Before dawn.

Inside the city of Mosco.

"Company commander?"

A veteran soldier holding a lit 'Zhonghua' cigarette, leaning against the wreckage of a wrecked No. 4 tank, holding an imported submachine gun, stared at the skimming sky in the distance, his gaze fixed for a long time.

After a long time, a squad leader on the side couldn't help but shout.

Because of the rapid expansion of the troops, there is only one company commander among the veterans of their company for more than a year, and if there is a problem with the company commander, then their platoon will be like the 33rd company...

Recalling the tragic situation of the 33rd Company, the squad leader's scalp tingled for a while.

Although he was ready to sacrifice everything for the motherland, he did not want to charge the enemy's tanks with his flesh and blood and die in vain under the enemy's tracks.

The veteran company commander sighed silently, and suddenly took a puff of the cigarette that burned in his hand and only the last section was left:

"Into the bunker, the Germans are going to shell again."

The night shelling was ineffective, except for the first two days, the Germans never launched shelling at night again, always during the day, and then the infantry rushed into Mosco under the cover of tanks, and the uprooting of one fortress after another.

"Yes."

Receiving orders, a group of recruits poured into the concrete fortress.

Not long after entering, dense shells suddenly fell from the sky, and most of the company, more than 90 people, could only hide in the ground fortress trembling, praying not to be hit by large-caliber heavy artillery.

The German shelling was terrible, but their fortress was also thick, with several layers of steel and concrete stacked on top of each other, and there would be no danger unless it was a direct hit by the kind of heavy artillery of more than three hundred calibers.

Inside the fortress, an oil lamp is like a bean, and a young man armed with a Black Star pistol and wearing a military cap is talking loudly:

"Guys, our fortress is very strong, more than a meter thick of reinforced concrete, the Germans can't penetrate the artillery..."

"Our fort has enough water and food for all of us to consume for more than three months, even canned meat alone is enough for us to eat for three months, and ammunition is enough for us to use for more than half a year."

"We also have two imported anti-tank guns, each equipped with a hundred shells."

"We're going to fight until the last moment, the last man..."

"For every one of us that the Germans exterminate, they have to pay at least one or even two people to contribute to our future counteroffensive."

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The squad leader glanced at the officers who were still chattering, and then at the recruits who were said to be red-faced, and his expression was a little indifferent.

If it weren't for these fools who had just come out of the military academy training class, the 33rd Company would not have been so stupid in launching a charge against the tanks after the fortress was breached the day before yesterday, and in the end more than 90 people died under the enemy's machine-gun fire.

The old company commander also quietly glanced at the 'boss' who was still talking, and did not speak.

As a two-and-a-half-year veteran, he was well aware that all those who remained in the city were cannon fodder, used to deplete the Germans, delay the Germans, and buy time for a counteroffensive in the rear.

So, these people are needed in the troops.

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November 9th.

Subcontinent.

Mixed land watchtowers, machine-gun watchtowers, and barbed wire fences divide the small port of Jinlai into two worlds.

Inside the barbed wire, it is clean, tidy, orderly, and well-stocked, and people outside can even smell the refreshing aroma of food wafting from inside, which is said to be a cooking technique from the East.

Outside the barbed wire.

Confusion, everywhere you can see, everywhere there are hungry people.

"We're just staying here?"

A battalion commander looked at the crowd outside, a little puzzled.

Since occupying this place, the troops have not continued to attack the devils, but have begun to expand along the railway, capturing one city after another, and building one fortress after another.

Then, the development of the local armed forces began.

And even more outrageous.

Supporting these forces, although it is nominally fighting against devils, is to come without refusal, nor to verify, and to give when you see forces.

Although no money was given, as long as the people who came had a certain amount of power, occupied some territory, and had a certain number of manpower, they would directly give weapons, guns, or even free of charge.

What the hell are you going to do?

Although they are given some grandfather goods in the last century, the domestic eliminated Hanyang-made, medium-formal, self-made horse rifles and old-fashioned shell guns, among which the best quality is the captured devil 38 cover.

What is the purpose of putting these things here?

Not to mention fighting devils, now these people are fighting themselves, the east of the village is fighting the west of the village, this village is fighting with that village, it is simply a bandit fight.

Besides.

The devils have all shrunk to the west coast, and they are all on the east coast, hundreds of kilometers apart.

"Yes."

A regiment leader who once went to Ping'an County for training said in a leisurely tone:

"Our group is staying here."

"Put all the grandpa goods out of the warehouse."

"Of course."

The head of the regiment accentuated his tone:

"Good things, 38 big covers, Czech, crooked handles, and mortars, you have to pay for them! U.S. dollars, or food stamps, and others are not charged. ”

"As long as there is enough money, heavy machine guns, 60, 80 mortars, and even small tanks are negotiable."

"Yes."

The corners of the battalion commander's mouth twitched, but he did not speak.

The so-called small tank, in fact, is the devil's little bean dice, this thing armor, power and firepower, even inferior to armored vehicles, heavy machine guns can be directly beaten into a sieve.

I don't know where I got it, but I shipped hundreds of them.

Anyway, I can't look down on these things, and it's nothing to play naughty with these headscarves, even if they are captured by devils, they don't pose any threat to themselves, pure live targets.