Attack, attack! This is what most of the German forces on the Eastern Front were doing. The soldiers rushed through the woods, over the trenches and the open wilderness, across the flat, vast withered grassy wasteland. The constant shelling of the surrounding city planted the swastika flag representing Germany on the nodes on the map one after another.

A German grenadier jumped out of the trench, he ran forward, and after a few steps he quickly fell to the ground, bullets flying over his head with a whistling sound of rubbing against the air. The bullet closest to him was only a few centimeters away from his steel helmet.

Before the soldier could adjust his position, a No. 3 assault gun drove past him, which stopped at a position and opened fire on a distant bunker that was constantly spewing tongues of fire.

"Boom!" There was a loud bang, and the thick reinforced concrete bunker suddenly rose into a puff of smoke, and the shells accurately hit the target at a distance of several hundred meters, clearing an obstacle for the infantry to advance.

The dodging German soldier got up and followed the No. 3 assault gun, which had begun to move slowly again. The bullets hit the solid armor, splashing sparks, and the soldiers around the assault guns, braving the enemy's dense fire, made a difficult advance.

"For the Reich! Forward!" A group of German soldiers with their weapons rushed to the enemy's position, and the sappers, under the cover of machine guns, began to use tools to cut through the barbed wire fence and other obstacles arranged by the Soviet army, and the German soldiers behind crossed the damaged barbed wire, and then quickly jumped into the trenches of the Soviet troops.

Gunfire was heard in a dense manner, with explosions everywhere, some from the sound of soldiers on both sides throwing grenades at each other, and some from artillery attacks falling nearby. The trenches, which were originally strong and intact, have now been destroyed by shells and other things, and there are huge craters in many places, and the Soviet Red Army and the German soldiers who want to seize these places are fiercely contested.

The German soldier, who had just killed a Soviet soldier with a gun, was soon hit by bullets from other Soviet soldiers, and fell to the ground with a muffled grunt. Behind him, more German soldiers were firing heavily, and on the other side, more Soviet soldiers were falling with the gunfire.

Hundreds of Soviet soldiers fought back from their positions, but when they jumped out of their trenches and charged forward for some distance, they found that they were surrounded by a hail of German bullets and steel behemoths like the No. 3 assault gun.

With only rifles, they had no way to deal with the German attack, and they had no way to use the German assault guns, so they could only rely on the infantry with a dozen grenades to force their way close to these tanks or assault guns to destroy the heavy equipment that posed the greatest threat to their positions.

"Abramovich! Go! Kill that enemy tank!" a company commander pointed to the distance, where the German No. 3 assault gun, which was constantly firing, gave orders to his men. His troops had been shattered by the assault gun, and if he didn't get rid of the big guy, there would soon be no more formed Soviet troops here.

"Which tank are you talking about, sir?" The Soviet soldier named Abramovich lowered his head, held his steel helmet with one hand, and asked his company commander in a loud voice: "How can I attack to ensure that the mission is completed?"

"Do you see that tank? The one without the turret, the iron cross on the side, do you see clearly?" The Soviet company commander pointed to the target in the distance and loudly told his subordinates: "You, with a dozen grenades, approach that tank!" Yes, go to the side ......."

"Phew!" Before the company commander could wave his arms to assign tasks to his soldiers and make clear the orders he was going to let him carry out, a bullet hit his arm with the trench pointed at the tank. The huge impact directly flew his palm, leaving only a bare wrist.

"Ahh Stray bullets are flying everywhere on the battlefield, and if you are extremely unlucky, then a soldier can easily be hit by a random bullet that flies sideways, which may be fired by the enemy, or of course, it may be shot by his own people.

The soldier who had just been ordered to blow up the German tank hurriedly stepped forward and supported the fallen company commander: "Medic! Medic! Comrade company commander has been hit! He has been hit! Someone is coming!"

The machine gun in front of tank No. 3 was constantly spewing tongues of fire, sweeping all the Soviet soldiers in the front trench into the trench, after all, the Soviet soldiers here no longer had any decent anti-tank weapons in their hands, so the German assault guns on the opposite side of them raged like wolves into a flock of sheep.

At the other end of the battlefield, the fate of another No. 3 assault gun was not so good, on the opposite position, the Soviet soldiers had a 45 mm caliber anti-tank gun in their hands, this cannon was concealed in a camouflaged trench with a top, and when the No. 3 assault gun got close enough distance, the Soviet anti-tank gun opened fire.

The shell pierced the front bottom armor of the German assault gun, leaving a hole about 3 centimeters in diameter on it, and the fragments formed by the shell and armor swept the entire interior of the assault gun, killing all four members of the assault gun inside. Fortunately, the assault gun did not explode, so the more than 20 German soldiers who followed it did not encounter any danger.

"We've got to retreat! If we don't leave, we're all going to die here." A Soviet soldier looked at his companion and said loudly. However, the order to retreat was not given at all, and everyone could only stay in the trenches, waiting for their end to come.

On this side of the line, the company commander who had been knocked off the palm was being hurriedly bandaged by the paramedics. And two young Soviet fighters were already full of grenades, ready to stop the German No. 3 assault gun. They interspersed in the trenches and soon came to the side of the German assault gun.

Gunshots rang out from time to time in the surrounding trenches, shouts from Germans everywhere, and screams of Soviet soldiers after they had been shot. They climbed the trenches with their bare hands, preparing to approach their targets from their flank positions. Unfortunately, the first Soviet demoman was spotted by the Germans as soon as he showed his head, and a dense volley of bullets swept over the Soviet soldier and hit the Soviet soldier's head, instantly taking his young life.

"......" The Soviet soldier was so frightened that he couldn't even speak, he didn't know what would happen to him when he went out, his legs and stomach were trembling all the time, so he couldn't even take a step and move his body. He felt that he should get out of this place quickly, but he remembered that he had come here to destroy the enemy's chariots - but it was a very difficult thing for him to move forward or backward now.

A grenade rolled into the trench and landed right at his feet, and he looked down at the iron lump, and all that was left in his mind was the moment of scolding his mother. The huge explosion lifted the dust throughout the trenches, and the Germans were also startled by such a deafening explosion.

However, after the explosion, the No. 3 assault gun that was close at hand was still raging on the battlefield, and the Germans were still slowly advancing under the cover of armored vehicles and assault guns. They occupied and cleared one trench after another, driving the Soviets out of the land little by little.

Several German soldiers found a gathering area of the Soviet Red Army in the trenches, so several grenades were thrown into the area at the same time, and after an explosion, the German soldiers rushed in with their guns, and then opened fire on any moving target.

Soon there was no sound in the whole trench, and the German soldiers kicked the Soviet soldiers who had fallen to the ground, and there was a heavy machine gun here, which had not dared to fire for fear of being killed by the assault guns in the distance. A little farther away, a dozen Soviet soldiers lay on the horizon, all of them poor worms killed by grenades and strafing.

A Soviet man in an officer's uniform was lying on his back on the ground, his eyes open with an expression of unwillingness. The Soviet company commander's entire hand was missing, and his wrist was still covered with a large bandage red with blood. Around the corpse, there were boxes of empty ammo scattered around, and it seemed that they were using these things as chairs.

Not far away, German soldiers gathered and laid a huge flag in the center of a bunker complex, which they had occupied, and had to leave an identification mark against the air, as required. Now, in this place, looking up at the top of the hill, the Germans were able to see the core of the Sevastopol fortress.

"My Führer. At the door of Accardo's office, an officer knocked on the door. In the room, Anna and Fanny were chatting with Accardo about media control and use, and after Anna ordered him in, the officer pushed open the door and walked into the room, placing a report on Accardo's desk.

He stood beside Accardo and whispered, "General Manstein's Army Group M has encircled Sevastopol an hour ago, and he says that he wants to use this attack to show his loyalty to the Führer. ”

"I see. Call him back and tell him that I am looking forward to every performance he has to perform, that the Caucasus is the stage I give him, and that I hope he will be able to put on an excellent performance that I will never forget!" Accardo nodded, and after saying this, he motioned for the visitor to leave.