My Third Empire

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In the morning, the Soviet Red Army ’s first-line defensive position was violently attacked by German artillery fire, a 150-mm caliber self-propelled howitzer, a 105-mm caliber towed howitzer, and a large number of 75-mm caliber field artillery. Various shells fell like raindrops. Part of the Soviet defensive position.

"Hello? Hello! I'm the 166th division commander on the front line, yes, Comrade Rokosovsky, the Germans are shelling my defense. What I don't understand is why the other side only hit me here, but the 160th division not far away is a little bit There was no movement. "In the hidden bunker, the commander of the 166th Division was calling Rokosovsky, and his position was almost overturned by the Germans, while the friendly position on the side, even a shell I haven't suffered it-who has changed, it's unbalanced.

"I ’m investigating this matter. The German bombardment last night I always thought it was weird ... I ordered you to withstand the enemy ’s attack! You have oil reserves and there are enough tanks to support me! Depart, you can reach the front line immediately! "Rokosovsky commanded loudly on the other side of the phone.

It's okay not to mention this. As soon as I mention this, Commander 166's heart is even more angry. The supplementary soldiers who were supposed to arrive at this time had food, but now they had no news at all. He called and asked the stationed troops at the railway bridge. The answer was that the train had already passed by. As for the following things, then Bian'er didn't know what happened.

Generally speaking, it is not strange that the fronts are fighting for some supplementary soldiers or even supplies, but in general, a certain army takes the bulk, and some other troops will also get some cold soup. . However, this battle was full of weirdness, and the commander of the 166th Division was a little uncertain about what went wrong.

"Woo! ... Woo! ..." Just when he was full of question marks, he didn't know what kind of crisis was hidden behind all these weird questions, but the bleak air defense alarm sounded as if he were busy. He froze for a moment, then pushed the door out of his bunker and saw a dense German plane above his head, flying over his line of defense.

"That's not a bomber! The German bombers are four rounds. These planes should be three rounds!" An officer who followed up looked up at the sky and murmured, "The Germans want parachutists? In the daytime?"

"Not just paratroopers! There are other attempts!" The 166th division commander saw the "airplanes" without wings, or propellers above them, in the low sky, followed by these transport planes. Together, they crossed the entire line of defense. Just as these planes flew over the Soviet defense line, dozens of German Stuttgart 2 attack aircraft fiercely launched repeated assaults on Soviet ground anti-aircraft positions.

"What about the large-caliber anti-aircraft gun position? Why not fire! The anti-aircraft gun position deployed behind the 160th Division? Why not fire? They are timid! This is infidelity to the motherland!" The division 166's commander clenched his fist. Loudly cursed the friendly army next door.

Just as he cursed, a loud trembling noise came from the earth, and the earth shivered with this heartbreaking explosion. The 166th division's commander staggered under his feet and sat down on the bottom of the trench. He leaned on the wall in horror, letting the falling stones fall onto his helmet.

"What the **** happened? What exploded?" The Soviet officer who fell with the 166th division commander looked even more flustered. He looked in horror at the huge black smoke rising from a forest outside the trench and asked incoherently. Road.

"Damn! That's our ammunition depot! Someone blew up our ammunition reserves!" The division 166 division was so angry that even his voice was a little trembling, and if his troops didn't replenish the soldiers, he could hold on a few more In an hour, if his troops cut off ammunition, everything would be over.

Thinking of this, the commander of the 166th Division hurriedly got up from the ground and returned to his bunker. He wanted to call the telephone of the division ’s field hospital closest to the ammunition depot. When there was a voice from the phone, he immediately asked. Dao: "The ammunition depot exploded? What the **** happened? Come on!"

"Report! Comrade Commander! We saw that 160 troops were firing around the ammunition depot, and they were firing in the direction of the ammunition depot!" The person in charge of the field hospital was answering the call, and the commander of the 166th Division was confused. He had to hang up the phone again, and then grasped again skillfully, and wanted to get through to the 160 division headquarters.

"Hello? 160 Division Headquarters? I ..." He hadn't finished his words, and there was a busy tone from the other end of the phone. I don't know what the reason was that the telephone line between the two units was dropped with no warning.

What happened to the 160 division? What went wrong? Why did they attack the ammunition reserve location, what does this have to do with the Germans? Why has the German army been shelling the 166th division just now, but it has not fired a shot at the 160th division next to it?

"Boom!" This explosion sound is different from other explosion sounds. The 166th division commander familiar with his weapon immediately heard it. This is not a cannon used by the Germans, but a 122mm caliber howitzer made by the Soviet army. This shell was like a sharp knife, stabbed in the heart of the 166 division.

160 division turned away? At this critical juncture, fell to the German side? impossible? The teacher of 160 Division is an old comrade. How can such a funny thing happen at this time. The head of the 166 division, which was full of brains and chaos, had not put much attention on guarding the position, because he began to worry about his flanks, and they were once considered to be solid.

Mixed with various caliber shells of the Germans, there was no way to tell which direction the 122 mm caliber artillery landed on his position came from. However, the commander of the 166th Division decided to contact the 160th Division Headquarters to confirm what went wrong.

"You! Bring people! Go to the headquarters of the 160 division in person! Clearly explain the situation we encountered to the people over there, and then ask why they attack our ammunition reserve point!" A trustworthy person was called Officer, the commander of the 166th Division frowned and ordered the task. He wanted to confirm the telegraph, but unfortunately there was no response from the 160 division radio station.

"Yes! Comrade Commander!" The officer also knew the seriousness of the matter, and hurriedly took more than a dozen guard company soldiers from the division to the direction of the junction of the two divisions through the trench. They stooped and moved forward carefully, and soon came to the place next to the 160th Division.

But when he saw the situation on the ground clearly, the officer could not believe his eyes. Some Soviet soldiers with white cloths around their arms were violently firing. The 166th Division's position came closer.

Without too much thought, the officer found the phone closest to him and reported everything he saw to his division commander: "The 160 division troops are attacking us! The 160 division troops are attacking us! "

In fact, he was not required to report funerals. The commander of the 166th Division also knew what was happening there. Soon after he sent the liaison force, a report from the junction of the two armies was heard. Now he had to believe the fact that some front-line troops were fighting.

Chaos flooded the entire Soviet front, and the commander of the 166th Division finally issued a compelling command: "Hit artillery! Attack me on the 160th Division position! Fight hard! Send messages to the rest of the troops! Say the 160th Division troops Mutiny! They are German associates! "

Then the commander who issued the attack order grabbed the phone again. When trying to contact General Rokosovsky, he found that the telephone line from the front line to the headquarters was also cut off.

"Damn it! Damn it! What happened today? Why is everything so evil?" The telephone receiver in his hand fell heavily on the table, and the teacher of Division 166 scolded resentfully. Just as he scolded, a round of 122-mm caliber shells fell around his headquarters, lifting a piece of black mud. I might not have been sure just now, this time he really determined that these 122-mm caliber shells were flying. The direction of coming-is the artillery position of the 160th Division.

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Near Stalingrad, in the headquarters of Rokosovsky, he was listening to the reports of some officers in shock. This information makes this long-standing general unbelievable.

He heard that some generals on the front line were turning back and had started shelling each other; he heard that some anti-aircraft positions stopped the counterattack, allowing the German paratroopers to land safely on a large scale; he heard that a special line supporting the front was blown up and attacked this line It is the Soviet Union's own troops that train.

There are rumors everywhere. The front of a military department has lost contact, and even some troops have begun to attack their own people. The entire front has become a mess. There is no way to take effective measures to end this strange riot. .

What makes Rokosovsky cry even more is that many places have begun to hear that the Soviet general Rokosovsky has been killed, and the Germans are about to surround Stalingrad-in some places, the shadow of the Germans has really appeared. These German "forward troops" attacked the village, murdered and set fire, and told people everywhere that they were coming towards Stalingrad.

"How did they do it?" If you can't guess, all of this is the Germans playing ghosts, and Rokosovsky can find a crooked neck tree to hang himself. He raised his head, stared at the map, and said to himself.