The battle in the sky has been raging, every second there are planes falling, and every minute there are new planes joining the battle group, looking up from the ground at the planes that keep falling in the sky, as if the scene of the end of the world, but at this time, the people on the ground have no intention of raising their heads to pay attention to the battle from the air, because the battle on the ground is also very tragic.

Despite the slightly inferior performance, the coalition forces still relied on their numerical superiority to launch a full-scale offensive with tank troops, and the Axis side did not dare to show weakness, and a large number of M4 tanks came head-on, and the two sides fought a chariot battle. At a distance of no more than two hundred meters, the artillery in the tanks of both sides fired desperately, and when one of its shells hit the opponent, it was quickly hit by another shell from the enemy. In such a large-scale melee, the performance of the tanks was not reflected at all, and all they had was the spirit of death, exchanging the casualty figures in an almost one-for-one ratio.

The chariot units on the Axis side were few in number, after all, and they were quickly lost. The victorious coalition chariots, dragging their scarred hulls, continued to advance towards the Axis positions, and the infantry who followed the chariots also fired fiercely with their weapons, suppressing the Axis positional fire.

The Axis infantry was also red-eyed, relying on the anti-tank guns on their positions to return fire, even ignoring the bullets that kept passing around them, still adjusting the ruler and firing shells after shells.

When one artilleryman is hit, he will quickly pull away, while the other will quickly fill in and continue firing. One cannon was blown up, others simply dragged the dead and wounded away, replaced with a cannon and continued to shoot, now all those who could move were shooting desperately, and no one took the time to pay attention to the wounded who were seriously injured and unconscious.

As they were about to storm the Axis positions, most of the Allied vehicles had already been lost, and the Allied infantry quickly rushed out and rushed towards the trenches. Not to be outdone, the Axis soldiers also rushed to the Allied soldiers, and for the first time in such a modern war, hand-to-hand combat was staged.

The soldiers on both sides were red-eyed, and they only knew that Lu Dao was desperately stabbing with the rifles with bayonets in their hands, and they didn't think about the defense at all, and while killing the enemy, they would also be killed by the enemy. The corpses on both sides increased rapidly, covering the forward positions of the Axis powers, but even so, the Axis side was short after all, and the coalition tank units used machine guns to blockade the follow-up reinforcements of the Axis countries, causing their forces to become weaker and weaker, and soon the Axis soldiers on the first line of defense were killed and wounded, and the coalition soldiers who also suffered heavy casualties occupied the positions with difficulty.

The shells and bullets on both sides were horizontal, and the bombers began to desperately assault each other's positions, not caring at all about the tail-biting attacks of the fighters.

The fierce battle lasted for five days, during which even the vicinity of Essen was also a fierce battle, and when it was known that the coalition forces were close at hand, the Yaman army also burst out with great combat effectiveness, resisting the attack of the Axis forces with all its might, and from time to time destroying the attacking enemy with a powerful counter-charge.

When the sun rose on the sixth day, the Coalition finally conquered Dortmund, and all 170,000 Axis blocking forces were annihilated, while the Coalition also suffered heavy losses, with more than 250,000 casualties.

The victorious coalition forces did not have time to clean up the battlefield and reorganize their troops, so they immediately engaged in a new battle, and the large army attacked the Axis forces on the outskirts of Essen. Admiral Mack's brow furrowed in the face of strong military pressure from the Allies, and he knew that he was likely to fail.

"Order all air forces to attack and completely defeat the opponent." Field Marshal Herzendorf shouted an order for all Allied air forces to attack, and at this time Rundstedt's army also arrived from the port of Stedam and engaged in the siege of the Axis forces, and Admiral Mack was completely surrounded.

"Your Majesty, more than 700,000 Axis troops are surrounded by our 1.5 million troops, and it is estimated that we will be able to win a complete victory within a week." An excited Moltke Chief of Staff walked into the main hall and reported to Wilhelm II.

Wilhelm II, who was already gray, jumped up as nimble as a young man: "Great, as long as this force is annihilated, we can block the coastline again, so that the Boston army has no way to start, I want to let those hillbillies from the New World know that the Western Continent belongs to our Yaman Empire." ”

Wilhelm II waved his arms frantically, apparently in a state of extreme excitement, and waved his hand: "Order the troops not to stop attacking until the enemy is defeated, my attack needs to be fast, because the enemy's reinforcements will not wait long either." ”

The Allied forces launched an attack on the Axis forces from all directions, and Admiral Mack carefully dispatched the troops, trying his best to resist the pressure from all directions, leading the troops to resist and buy time for the arrival of reinforcements, but even so, the encircled area was slowly getting smaller, the Axis soldiers were also being killed and wounded, and the Allied heavy artillery could already bombard Admiral Mack's underground command post.

"Send a report to the base camp that our army will collapse twenty-four hours after the worst." Admiral Mack sighed, he had done his best, he hadn't even closed his eyes for three days, but the disparity in strength was huge, and the troops could not deploy, and the Axis soldiers could only silently endure the dense enemy artillery fire and put up a heroic resistance. The casualty toll was rising rapidly, and at this time there were less than 400,000 people who could fight, and they were besieged in a small area more than 70 kilometers long and 40 kilometers wide, and there was no hope of breaking through the siege at all.

"Bring your weapons and follow me to the front line, we must resist to the end." Admiral Mack did not wait for others to stop him, stepped on the broken bricks on the ground, walked out of the command post, and headed towards the front line where the gunfire was dense, and the guards and staff officers behind had to follow closely.

"How's it going?" Standing in the trench, Admiral Mack asked, looking at Lieutenant General Patton, whose face was blackened by the smoke.

"Your Excellency, our situation is very bad, and if we continue like this, we will not be able to see the sun tomorrow." Barton sighed, his most elite Fifth Legion had been killed and wounded, and now the strength in his hands was all the troops that had been reinforced later.

"The enemy is attacking again." An observer shouted in the trench to warn his companions, but soon a bullet hit him in the neck, and the observer clutched his bloodied neck and collapsed, looking hopeless.