The soldiers didn't care whether the other side had artillery or not, but it was impossible, they immediately reflexively lay down, and used the experience of dodging artillery fire in World War I to avoid flying mines, of course, there are some effects, but the buildings in the city can't be compared with anti-artillery holes and trenches, plus the explosives bags used by flying thunder are extremely powerful - many soldiers are not injured by shrapnel, but are shocked to death by the blast wave. In particular, there are only a few roads into the city, and Goering has long been ambushed on the road that must be passed, no matter what the result is, he can only let them out without a ride.

The sound of "boom" was endless, and in the shock of the sky and the earth, whether it was the soldiers who were directly killed by the shock wave or the soldiers who were crushed by the collapse of the building, there was only one result - a dead end.

"Rush in, rush in...... Don't stay outside! As the Flying Thunder Offensive came to an end, General Witzel, who was observing from a distance, involuntarily shouted: through the telescope he had seen clearly that this was not artillery, and if it was artillery, there would be no such obvious trajectory and irregular parabola of shells, and he couldn't figure out what it was for a while, but he still had self-knowledge, and he had to rush over and engage in a short battle to have hope.

As if they had heard an order from the rear, the officers and men of the advance guard of the garrison immediately got up and continued the attack, but their nightmare continued: a man could suddenly appear in the corner, in the building, in the window, or even in the sewer, and then throw the bottle over.

At first, the soldiers thought it was a grenade and continued to lie down habitually, but later found out that it was not at all, but suggested Molotov cocktails, which was a very bad way to deal with it - not only would the glass shards fly over without warning, but the raging gasoline would infect people with flames. To make matters worse, they had high hopes that the old tanks that were intended to be used against the National Socialist armored trucks (after World War I, Germany was forbidden to build tanks, and all tanks were stocked old goods) were not spared from the incendiary bombs, and the crew ran out of the tank with a strange scream, and then the fuel tank detonated by the Molotov cocktail exploded.

Wetzel's eyes were red when he saw it, and he hurriedly ordered the artillery unit to step forward and suppress the attack with mountain artillery.

Although the mountain artillery bombarded the buildings in front of the attacking troops into sections of broken walls, this kind of ruins could not speed up the pace of the attack, but because it blocked the traffic and roads, it was more convenient for the stormtroopers and commandos to carry out sneak attacks, especially the commandos under Goering, which were prepared for street battles according to the routine of the brave mountain infantry. Moreover, all the personnel involved in street fighting had taken bravery medicine before the battle, and they had an unusual ability to bear blood and violence, and even became more and more excited and energetic the more they fought.

"Tutu Tutu" This is a submachine gun strafing;

"Bang" this is the G98 in the cold gun;

"Bang" and "boom" are Molotov cocktails.

The soldiers of the garrison are obviously better in combat, but they are also flesh and blood, and they will also be knocked down by a bullet, street fighting is not only about experience and courage, but also about numbers, and the number of soldiers in the attack is only 2 battalions, and they gradually feel a trace of fear in the face of the endless weapons and stormtroopers in the city.

In every house, in every ruin, in every street, on every corner, there will be something unimaginable waiting for them - bullets, Molotov cocktails and even small explosive packets.

"Bastard!" "Bastard! Looking at the soldiers lying in a pool of blood, Wetzel's eyes were red, these are the essence of the large-scale layoff system after the end of the war, each can bring a battalion, and now the Bavarian thugs are beating in a mess, at least more than 300 battalion commanders have been reimbursed, and more than 200 people have been injured, the overall casualty rate has exceeded one-third, and the morale of the entire army has been turbulent.

But what was even more desperate was that in the back, after the mountain artillery fired, Goering's plane finally arrived at the junction of the suburbs of Munich - the Hatch Chase machine gun that had been removed from the plane was loaded back today, and Goering's Fokker fighter rushed to the front, and then behind him were several civilian aircraft converted from bombers - after the Munich airport was controlled, these planes were also forcibly recruited by Goering to join the commandos. At the moment, all the people who are operating on it are the backbone of the National Socialist Party who had been pilots before the war.

The "Tutututu" Fokker fighter spat out a chain of fire, and the head and head were swept towards the mountain artillery position behind; The rest of the planes were strafing with machine guns, and at the same time let others hurriedly throw Molotov cocktails from the air, and at first a few only ignited the position, but one happened to hit the ammunition box, and the burst gasoline burned for a while, and then it exploded with a "boom" in the frightened cries of the artillerymen, and a huge wave of air swept across the area, and the entire mountain artillery position became a Shura field.

Wetzel was about to go crazy, but he had nothing to do, and his efforts to set up machine guns to try to defend the air did not work, but he was beaten by the condescending air commandos of the National Society and could not take care of himself, so he could only run around with his head in his arms.

Well, the officers and men in the city were entangled and beaten by the stormtroopers and assault units, bleeding all the way, and paying a great price for every further advance to the city center, while the remaining troops on the periphery, especially the artillery units, were helpless by airplanes.

"This battle cannot be fought like this again......," several officers advised Witzel, "Sir, we are too few in number, and the rebels have planes to help us, so we can't solve the problem by barely making it to the city center." ”

"So what do you say?"

"It is necessary to increase the number of troops, and then surround the city and clear it...... It may take days. ”

"Okay......" Wetzel sighed helplessly, "send a telegram to the commander-in-chief, we are in trouble, send reinforcements quickly......"

"What? A strengthened Berlin garrison couldn't defeat the rebels? What forces are behind this rebel army supporting them? Sickt was shocked, slapped the table and rebuked, "Listening to Wetzel's tone, one more regiment may not be enough, at least one division is needed, is he too incompetent or the rebels are too powerful?" Such a rice bucket can also be the director of the army bureau? ”

The staff members were speechless one by one: Wetzel took this position by yourself, and now the weirdo is a rice bucket? Who's the problem?

"Let him send me a telegram with the details......" Sickert looked up at the ceiling and sighed helplessly, "Gather another division...... No, two! ”