Chapter 117: Envisioning a Death March on the Eastern Front

The experience of the next few days made Hu Feng feel extremely precious, he had seen too many things in the twilight of this empire.

Although it was a pity not to be able to meet the Führer, but according to the Wehrmacht staff, the Führer had now become extremely paranoid, and although the Eastern Front was mired in a quagmire and hundreds of thousands of elite German troops were starving in the frozen soil of Siberia, this was not a problem for the Führer.

"The German soldiers are the best in the world, and they will soon break through the encirclement and deal a heavy blow to the Soviet bastards!"

All in all, no one dared to raise objections in the face of the Führer, who was emotionally agitated and waving his right hand and constantly shouting.

The German army's art-like armored troops, because they are too meticulous and strive to achieve no errors in every part, so although they are full of power and powerful lethality, the corresponding failure rate is also outrageously high, and the replacement of parts is extremely difficult.

The German maintenance personnel of the Second World War were arguably the best in the world, and they could easily repair the IV, Leopard and even Tiger tanks, provided that there were enough spare parts and enough time for them.

But the reality is very skinny, and these needs are all what they are currently lacking.

The 46th "Black Cross" Division did not encounter any setbacks and completed its establishment very smoothly, and although it belonged to the SS establishment, in the eyes of a discerning person, the combat effectiveness of this new division barely reached the level of the national reserve.

There is no way, Germany has been exhausted by now, but there are fewer and fewer combatants, and the age range of conscription has been relaxed again and again.

Hu Feng looked at the resumes of the soldiers in his division and sighed.

Forty percent of children are under the age of 18, 40 percent are middle-aged people over 30 years old, and few are strong men in the prime of life.

And now, his division was about to move to Siberia on the Eastern Front to support the German army, which was in a rout and retreat, and a large number of them were captured and frozen to death.

Already in 1944, the Soviet army had already begun a full-scale counteroffensive, their Great Patriotic War had already seen the dawn of victory, and Stalin had already ordered an invasion of Germany.

And the Allies are about to land in Normandy in June, so they still have four months to go, and it won't take too long to go to the Eastern Front, after all, there is still a main quest objective Stanley in the west to stop.

Hu Feng has his own little abacus, he has no loyalty to the Führer himself, and if he wants to carry out his plan, then he must seize every opportunity to strengthen his division.

Suddenly, a bold idea appeared in his mind, and Hu Feng felt a pain.

Or... Have you enjoyed being a superhero yourself?

Looking at the batch of gold products in the corner of his ring space, Hu Feng slowly had a specific plan.

"Sir, tell us a little more about your trip to the Far East. ”

"Division commander, our King Tiger tank of yours is really special, did you go to the military factory to order it privately?"

On the clangling military armored train, the soldiers sat in the tin compartments, smoking and chatting to pass the boring journey.

Each soldier wore a new dark gray military coat, a Mauser 98K or MP-40 in his hand, and the steel-gray pot hat on his head was printed with SS letters on either side.

Now that Germany is in short supply of materials, the 46th Division would never have such complete and brand-new equipment, but our Master Hu has money and gold bricks, and all this is no longer a problem.

In short, Hu Feng paid out of his own pocket to replace his division with new supplies, you must know that in the ice and snow like Siberia, if there is no supply or lack of cold materials, then without the Soviet army to fight, the extremely cold winter can already kill them.

The German soldiers, though full of fanaticism and loyalty to their homeland, were also human beings, not steel machines.

Originally, Hu Feng was extremely easy-going, as a nobleman and division commander, he rarely stayed in his own exclusive box, but came to the soldiers' iron carriages to wander around, sending cigarettes here and chatting there, which made the soldiers have a good impression of him.

In addition, the soldiers learned that their division commander paid out of his own pocket and got a complete set of equipment supplies for them, so they supported this division commander even more.

"Comrades ... Ahem... Ladies and gentlemen, I still have that request, there is an old saying in the Far East that life is the most important, and it is useless to be brave and loyal without your life, so I ask you to absolutely obey the orders of the commanders of all units after stepping on the battlefield, especially the low-level officers, and prohibit the charge before receiving the order. ”

"This time our mission is to try to rescue as many friendly troops as possible who are encircled or captured, the Soviets are countless times more numerous than us, and their tanks are countless times larger than ours, but our men are stronger than them, and our tanks are better than theirs. ”

"Sir, can we win in Germany?" asked a young soldier as he raised his hand.

Hu Feng was silent for a while when he heard this, "I don't know if Germany can win, but we can win, and my responsibility is to let more young men survive, not to die in vain." ”

The armored train carried more than 25,000 people of the 46th Division all the way to the east, and the climate became colder and colder, and white gradually became the main tone of the world.

Although the 46th Division was given a detailed attack plan and a route to advance, Hu Feng did not intend to comply with it at all.

His goal, that is, to have no goal, all the way to the east, where there are German troops themselves, will go.

The Crystal Anchor has been housed in his black King Tiger Tank, which will remain there until it returns.

In the ice and snow, the soldiers got off the train and assembled in the temporary station with a thick layer of snow, and the tanks and artillery on the train were also being pulled down in an orderly manner.

Death March, this is another name given by the soldiers for the first operation of their division.

A day later, a long line of steel in a snow-white camouflage color left the station and began to advance eastward.

The No. 4 tank with the skirt armor and a small number of Leopard tanks led the way, in the middle was Hu Feng's King Tiger tank command vehicle, and more than a dozen Tiger tanks, and behind the convoy were No. III assault guns and Ferdinand tank destroyers, and behind were a large number of Opel trucks, where soldiers sat in the compartments with mobile anti-tank guns on their butts.

"Division commander, this tank of yours is really strange, there are only three gears, and the power is still enough, I have never seen such a design, is it our latest model?"

After finishing the observation, Hu Feng retracted into the tank and closed the top cover, and the armored soldier in charge of driving the tank turned his head and asked Hu Feng.

"Sort of, pay attention. ”

Hu Feng took out his mobile phone, opened the offline map downloaded in advance and various data records, and kept writing and drawing against a map in front of him.

"There's a pretty big prisoner of war camp here, there's a surrounded German army here... Well... ”

Let's make this march of death more unrestrained.

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