There was no roar of tanks, only muddy and cold trenches, and the howl of the terrible Stuka bombers, and if you didn't look up at the sky overhead, you couldn't see the advanced fighters and bombers, and it was no different from the First World War.

The soldiers used the same hand-bolted rifles they used 30 years ago, and each time they fired, they had to pull the bolt with all their might to load the bullets. The only automatic weapon on the battlefield is a machine gun, and every firing knocks hordes of soldiers to the ground.

The cannon was aimed at a place more than ten kilometers away, accurately dropped the large-caliber shells to the designated positions, and then left one huge crater after another on the ground, emitting a faint heat. The war here is more backward and rigid than in other places, but the war here is more brutal than at other times. Yes, cruel, cruel to the point of despair.

A young German soldier crawled slowly through the mud with his Mauser 98K rifle on his back, and although the cold sensation of his clothes was a little uncomfortable, he still lowered his head in the lowest possible way to avoid a fist-sized hole in his head from being hit by a flying bullet.

He moved cautiously, crawling past the corpse of a Soviet Red Army soldier who had long been cold, not far from this corpse, and there were two German soldiers and a dozen Soviet soldiers, these poor dead had been lying here half a day ago, and it was estimated that they would have to lie here obediently before the end of the war.

A bullet hit the dirt next to the German soldier, splashing dirt and rubble, crackling on the German soldier's steel helmet. The young German soldier put his hand on the steel helmet and continued to crawl forward with a frown. His mission is not yet complete, so he needs to stay here and play for his life.

Behind him, a German sapper also crawled forward, also careful not to be hit by anything that flew in his back, and he carried a number of detonators on his back, which were weapons to open the way for the attack later.

The German soldier finally stopped crawling forward, pulled out a large tiger vise from his kit behind him, and clamped the head of the pliers to the thin barbed wire, and the Soviet Red Army soldiers on the opposite side seemed to notice that someone was trying to destroy their defenses, and fired frantically at it.

The bullets clanged around them, and there were also bullets hitting the surrounding corpses, and the sound was very dull. No one cares about the sound of bullets, people on the battlefield only care about whether the bullets will eventually hit them, or how far away they will end up being targeted.

"Cover!" a German soldier behind him shouted loudly, and with this shout, behind the attacking German soldiers, in a foxhole, an MG42 general-purpose machine gun responsible for covering them began to roar, and the bullet chain on the side of the gun jumped with the machine gun itself, looking very handsome.

With a high rate of fire, the MG42 directly sprayed a rain of bullets, and the Soviet machine gun on the opposite side was silently hit with a dense burst of bullets. A cloud of white smoke rose from the Soviet machine-gun position, which had been flaunting just now, and it was no longer clear that there were still a few soldiers alive inside.

A shell from a German 150 mm gun landed not far away, turning the trench into a huge crater. The loud explosion drowned out all the noise at once, leaving only an endless buzz in the ears of the nearby soldiers, and no other noisy sounds.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the young German soldier raised his head slightly, adjusted the posture of his hands, and pressed the long supporting arm of the tiger vise. With an imperceptible click, a barbed wire broke in two.

"Obstacle cleared!Demolition team!'s turn!" The German soldier dropped the pliers in his hand, rolled to the side, and lowered his entire body, hiding behind the corpse of a Soviet Red Army soldier. A bullet grazed his ass and pierced the box containing the gas mask hanging from his buttocks, leaving a small round hole in it.

The German sapper, carrying many blasters on his back, was like a moving explosives depot, he climbed to the edge of the barbed wire, took the other half of his tools from the soldiers behind him, and then curled up and screwed the two blasters together to form a longer, pipe-like device.

The bullets flew sideways around him, sometimes landing only a dozen centimeters away from him, but the sapper did not have any superfluous dodging movements, but concentrated on installing the blasting canister in his hand.

Eventually, the long blasting canister had reached deep behind the Soviet barbed wire, a minefield that had been identified by the German infantry and needed to be cleared. That's why the sapper was ordered to come here and frantically complete the assembly of the detonator.

The last few sections of this series of detonators actually have no explosives in them at all, just a device used to push the detonator to the designated position, but the first five or six sections are real guys, and the power of the explosion is almost no different from that of an aerial bomb.

He pulled out a detonator from his mouth and inserted it into the detonator, and the sapper loudly reminded his comrades to get ready: "Attention! Explosion!" With a hysterical shout, he pressed the electrified detonator in his arms, and the detonator pushed into the minefield by the iron pipe began to explode.

The huge explosion set off a huge shock wave, the dust raised obscured the sky, the flying debris hit the steel helmet with a crackling sound, the whole position shook with the huge explosion, and several nearby barbed wire stakes buried deep in the earth were carried out of the ground by the terrible vibration, scattered all around.

"Attack! Attack! The road is opened!" while the ears were still buzzing, some soldiers shouted loudly, and some of the German soldiers who followed behind got up from the ground, carrying their rifles, and bent down to run quickly to the gap that had been cleared, where there was still smoke and heat, and the vision was not very clear.

The huge explosion cleared a hole about a meter deep in the ground, like a half-dug trench, which provided good protection for the attacking German soldiers, and a large number of German soldiers took advantage of the silence to advance quickly, and soon entered the trenches of the Soviet defenders.

The first German soldier who rushed into the trench was shot in the shoulder by a Soviet soldier on one side and fell to the ground with a wail, and the second German soldier who rushed into the trench raised his hand and threw a grenade over, and then a loud sound of shaking the mountain was heard, and as shrapnel flew sideways, three or four Soviet Red Army soldiers fell to the trench motionless.

Two German soldiers scrambled to drag their wounded comrades back to safety, and more German soldiers rushed into the Soviet defenders' trenches, bursting with gunfire, sometimes dense and sometimes sparse. And above the head of this trench, at the very top of a high ground, in a huge cement bunker, a cannon with a caliber of at least 210 mm was firing, and the flames were spewing out and the loud noise made the chest tight.

In a semi-underground bunker 3 kilometers away, there are three artillery mirrors lined up. Several senior German staff officers were marking the place they had just occupied on the map, and Manstein stood at a battlement with his own eyes instead of using a cannon mirror, studying with the naked eye the position his troops were attacking. Behind him, Marshal Brauchitsch's son stood respectfully, holding his hands behind his back without saying a word.

"The speed is still a little too slow, this speed, it's hard to let go of part of the Soviet Red Army on the Donetsk side......" Looking at the steep slope of the Soviet position, a few huge flames rose up, Manstein was obviously a little dissatisfied with the speed of his M's attack. He muttered, then turned around and walked to the front of the map, gestured twice with his hand on the map, and shook his head again.

On his front, the Soviet Crimean defense group under the command of Marshal Voroshirov of the Soviet Union is not a lot, and there is such a naval base here, the Russian Black Sea Fleet has always threatened some ports of Turkey, so whether it is strategically or tactically, the German army must first take Sevastopol and Chike and other military ports, before using the Black Sea as a transportation shortcut to get involved in the North Caucasus.

"There are no shortcuts to choose from, and the natural geographical conditions here dictate that we can only fight with these Soviets brick by brick for the right to belong here. Manstein went behind the battlements again, looked at the fortress in the distance, which had been bombarded in ruins by German large-caliber artillery, and said to Marshal Brauchitsch's son: "The Führer has led us to take so many shortcuts that we have almost forgotten the courage of a soldier. Now, the time has come to test our courage, and here we are face to face with the Soviets, muzzle to muzzle, bayonet to bayonet, and see who is the most powerful man in the world!"

He paused, then raised the corners of his mouth, as if he remembered something interesting, and in fact he did think of an interesting thing: "Since he is against my Manstein, then this Voroshirov has to consider himself unlucky, and he is estimated to be the first marshal to be captured or killed in this war." When we kill him, we'll go to Temoshenko's trouble!"