In 1933, shortly after Hitler came to power, he began a deliberate military build-up, and he listed France as his first imaginary enemy.

In order to break through the Maginot Line, constructed by the French, Hitler ordered the study of super-heavy artillery.

After a secret reconnaissance of the Maginot Line, the German Army Ordnance Administration proposed that the range of this heavy artillery should be more than 32 kilometers, and the power of the shells should be able to penetrate 1 meter thick steel plate or 2.5 meters thick reinforced concrete walls, and instructed the Krupp Arsenal to undertake the development and production of giant guns.

After accepting the task, the Krupp Arsenal studied all the field artillery, railway artillery, and fortress artillery of that time, and concluded that the existing weapons could not meet the requirements, and at least 700 mm caliber giant artillery could destroy the Maginot Line.

In March 1936, Hitler personally inspected the arsenal and decided to make a trial production of an 800-mm gun, and the caliber of the Gustav train gun was finalized.

At the beginning of 1942, the Krupp Arsenal finally made this super-heavy cannon, and the head of the Krupp family, Gustav Murphy. Krupp is named.

The German Army bought the Gustav train gun for 7 million marks, and after a period of training, Chen Dao couldn't wait to pull the highly-anticipated Gustav train gun onto the Soviet-German battlefield.

With a total length of 53 meters, a height of 12 meters, and a total weight of 1,488 tons, the Karl self-propelled howitzer was originally large enough, but compared to the Gustav train gun, it is still a stunted existence.

From a distance, Chen Dao saw that there were four railroad tracks laid in the open space in front of him, and a giant was parked on the tracks, and thousands of people were busy on the body of the giant and in the surrounding open space.

Anti-aircraft artillery units and alert aircraft were deployed around the position, and a large number of infantry, patrolmen and police dogs patrolled day and night within a radius of 10 km. As soon as the approach of enemy aircraft is detected. Smoke cover is immediately cast by sappers.

In order to serve this giant, the number of troops directly involved in the launch reached 1,400, and the total number of people involved in command, operation, and security reached more than 4,000.

Just as the commander of the 833 Heavy Mortar Battalion was a colonel, the commander of the Gustav train gun was also a senior commander, commanded by a major general with a background in the artillery section.

Waiting for the plane to stop, Chen Dao jumped off the plane. Easily find the artillery commander Major General Speker in the crowd.

Major General Spek was a thin, sharp-chinned, gold-rimmed looking general with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.

It's just that after a period of contact, Chen Dao knows that this general just seems to be elegant, and like him in his bones, he is full of yearning for the aesthetics of violence.

"General Rosen, you are finally here, is that thunder just now the masterpiece of the 833 Artillery Battalion?" Major General Speker asked.

"The actions of the gentlemen of the 833 artillery battalion 'Karl' have already rushed to the front, you had better complete the commissioning before they bombard the Brest Fortress to the ground, otherwise our next actual combat may not be until two or three months later."

Major General Speck proudly said, "After the hard work of all our artillery crews, we were able to fire the first shot at least two hours earlier." ”

Chen Dao's eyes lit up. The heart said that this four-eyed major general actually had such excellent organizational skills, and he really underestimated him.

"Great, in that case, I have decided to leave the task of forcibly demolishing the central fortress to you." Chen Dao said.

Speck gave a military salute in a dashing manner, then approached Chen Dao and asked in a low voice, "General Rosen, which fortress is our next target?" Or which city? The Brest Fortress was so small that there were only four targets in total: the central fortress and three sub-fortresses. We can't get a few shells to end this battle, it's really boring. My men and I needed a target that would allow us to rain our cannonballs as much as we could. It has to be big enough and strong enough."

"If nothing else, our next target is the great Vladimir. Ilyich. Comrade Ulyanov, enough for your need for violence. Chen Dao said.

Vladimir. Ilyich. Ulyanov? Who is this person? It doesn't seem to be famous.

Major General Speker didn't react for a while, and it took a long time to remember before he smiled dumbly.

"Obviously Comrade Lenin, why do you say his real name? I can't wait to go to Leningrad. ”

The two walked and talked. Soon came the loading department of the Gustav train gun.

The Gustav Train Cannon is extremely large, and the size of its shells is directly proportional to the size of the cannon.

An armor-piercing projectile weighs 7.1 tons, a high-explosive bomb weighs 4.8 tons, and the propulsion fuel is between 1.8 and 2 tons.

Chen Dao stood in front of an armor-piercing bullet. He took the white crayon handed by the gunner next to him.

"General Rosen, as is customary, the first shell needs to be written with some greetings to the enemy, please write your blessings to the defenders of the Brest Fortress, and our Gustav will send your blessings to the Russians."

Chen Dao looked at the loaders around him, saw that they were full of expectations, and after thinking for a while, he said: "You know, I am also an armored commander, and there is a common saying in the armored corps, 'caliber is justice, and turret is truth'. Our Gustav does not have turrets, and I have to quote half a proverb to send to our Russian friends. ”

After speaking, Chen Dao wrote a line of large characters on the body of the cannonball, which emitted a golden metallic glow.

Caliber is justice!

"General Spek, please, please send our justice to the Russians opposite."

"Wrap it up on me."

Twenty-five kilometers away, in the middle of the Brest Fortress, the central fortress and the Kobrin Fortress, on a destroyed Soviet machine-gun position.

Private Miller, the machine-gun shooter, was hunched behind a sandbag, his back facing the sky, and he was heavily dressed.

His hands tightly pinched the base of his right thigh, his dark green military pants were stained red with blood, and a belt tightly strangled his thigh.

To Miller's right, Wren, a machine-gun shooter, was also sitting on the ground with his back to a sandbag, his head hanging over his right shoulder, his eyes closed, no longer breathing, and blood gushing out of the bullet hole on his right cheek. His right shoulder was dyed red.

To Miller's left, observer Michelle sits upright on the ground with an MG-42 machine gun in his arms, his eyes fixed on the ground beneath his feet.

"Hold on a little longer, and reinforcements will come to our rescue." Miller said.

Michelle didn't raise his head, and said in a dull voice: "I believe that reinforcements will come to save us." But I wonder if we'll be able to make it to that point? The snipers of the Russians are simply too hateful. ”

"The entire fortress is already surrounded by us, and it is only a matter of time before it is taken. We need to be careful before we get rescued, I guess the guy was hiding on top of the central fortress and the bullet that hit me came from that direction. ”

Michelle glanced at the central fortress to the west, and his eyes turned around the turret and machine gun muzzle at the top, and then retracted his gaze and said, "Wren was also killed by a bullet from that direction. ”

As Michelle spoke, she pulled out two fruit candies and handed them to Miller.

"You've lost too much blood, replenish some energy."

"Thank you."

Miller peeled off the candy wrapper and just stuffed the candy cube into his mouth. A series of earth-shattering explosions were heard.

The explosion scared his tongue and almost made the sugar cube swallow into his windpipe.

"Ahem, cough, cough"

After coughing for a long time, Miller was about to cough up a sugar cube, and his face was already red.

Michel put down his right hand, which was patting Miller's back, pointed to the southwest and shouted excitedly: "Look, the Terespil fortress is finished." ”

Miller looked up and saw dust and smoke rising from the southwest, and the Terespil fortress was shrouded in the middle.

After the smoke clears. Suddenly there was a dense burst of shooting and shouts of killing near the Terespil fortress.

"It must be our men who are attacking that fortress and waiting for it to be taken. Reinforcements will definitely come and get us out. Michelle said.

"Wait for orders from your superiors." Miller said.

Michelle's suspicions were quickly confirmed, and several crisp gunshots rang out from behind the sandbag, and a herald then flipped over the sandbag and rolled down onto Michelle.

After helping the herald to sit up straight, Michelle recognized it as Belo, the herald in the platoon headquarters.

"The platoon commander asked me to inform you that reinforcements will arrive soon. When reinforcements arrive to suppress enemy fire, we have to prioritize the evacuation of the wounded. ”

"When it's finally here, we're just temporarily retreating, and then we'll come back for revenge, aren't we?" Michelle asked.

"I don't know. But I guess it will. Bello said.

"Where are our people nearby? I'm going to tell them. ”

"There, and there, there are people from our class, but I advise you to shout better, there are Russian snipers nearby, and it is dangerous for you to go out." Miller kindly reminded.

"On the way here, I already felt the sniper's warm care," Bello said. ”

The shouts of Bero soon sounded on the position, and the Germans who were hiding in all corners also answered with shouts.

"Mission accomplished, I'll go back, be careful." Bello said.

"Be careful, too." Miller and Michelle said.

Bello nodded to the two of them, took a few sharp breaths, and then climbed over the sandbags and ran in the way they came.

A few seconds later, Miller heard two crisp gunshots, followed by painful ** sounds.

"Bero, are you okay?" Miller shouted at the top of his lungs.

"I got shot in the right calf, and the damn guy was hiding behind that turret in the middle of the central fortress, about two hundred meters away, and I saw a flash of the muzzle, and he didn't know who he was shooting at."

Miller sketched the image of Bero covering his calf ** in his mind, and hurriedly shouted: "You find a place to hide, wait for reinforcements to arrive, and don't move." ”

In this way, whenever a German soldier ran in the open field or accidentally exposed because of other movements, he would be attacked by Soviet snipers, sometimes even machine gun fire, and the remaining more than 90 soldiers of the 1st Battalion and the 2nd Company of the 135th Regiment were trapped near the central fortress and could not move.

In the blue sky, when the golden sun climbed to the center, the gunfire in the Terespil fortress did not stop, but it was noticeably thinned, announcing that the battle there had come to an end.

Miller leaned against the sandbag, letting the scorching sun shine on his face, but he did not dare to move, lest the Soviet snipers would find him.

He, Michelle, and Bero, the three of them shouted a few times from time to time to cheer each other on.

Amid cheering and encouragement, the legendary reinforcements finally began to move.

In the characteristic "day-to-day" sound of mortar-shell flights, a barrage of shells fell near the central fortress and the Kobrin fortress, and large clouds of smoke rose and covered the battlefield with the hiss of poisonous snakes.

Taking advantage of the smoke, one assault team rushed to the central fortress, gathering the suppressed German soldiers and rescuing the wounded along the way, while more commandos set up machine guns to suppress the nearby Soviet fire.

Seeing the arrival of reinforcements, the morale of the trapped German soldiers was greatly boosted, and Miller and Michelle were no exception.

Michelle boldly crouched to his feet and set up the MG42 machine gun on the sandbag, the muzzle of which was pointed at the central fortress, the turret that Berrot had talked about.

The smoke did not completely envelop the turret, and Michelle pulled the trigger and fired a barrage of burst shots at the turret, trying to suppress the Soviet snipers inside and provide cover for the assault team's charge.

The commando's powerful assault was a complete success, and they rushed to the side of the trapped Germans under Soviet fire, and then broke away from the battlefield under the cover of assault gun No. 3, taking all the wounded with them.

When the last trapped Germans left, two green smoke grenades fell near the central fortress.

Seeing the striking green smoke, on a FI-282 helicopter hovering in the sky, the artillery observation post decisively gave the order to open fire.

After receiving the order, the Gustav cannon, which made the Soviet army hear the sound in the future, let out its first roar in the Soviet-German war, the 32-meter-long barrel spewed black and red flames, and the 7.1-ton armor-piercing projectile spun and flew out of the muzzle and smashed into the central fortress covered in green smoke.

The two-meter-thick brick wall was like a thin layer of glass, and the huge armor-piercing bullet easily penetrated.

After penetrating the roof of the central fortress, the armor-piercing projectile castrated almost without abating, and another large hole of almost two meters was carved into the ground inside the fortress.

Beneath the Great Cave, deep underground, where darkness shrouded it, a series of loud crashing sounds rang out, and everything fell silent again.

A few seconds later, like an underground monster hidden in the depths of the earth, roared again, a strong hurricane, and a fire that consumed everything

It erupted from the hole, tearing through the roof of the fortress and soaring into the sky.

Wherever the shock wave passed, concrete, steel bars, masonry rubble, and human bodies flew into the sky, spraying into the air like a fountain for hundreds of meters, and then falling like a goddess scattering flowers.

No one can ignore this devastating power, and Private Miller is no exception.

Lying on a stretcher, he stared at the black pillar of smoke that almost obscured the sun and soared straight into the sky, muttering a word in his mouth.

"Long live the artillery."

Above the head of Private First Class Miller, Chen Dao sat in the back seat of the helicopter and shouted excitedly: "Look, this is the power of justice." (To be continued......)