81_81266 "Soldiers, half a year of war has allowed you to travel all over Europe! You swept through Poland, defeated France, and made the German nation, which everyone can humiliate, and now the holy Great German Third Reich is invincible in the world. German Führer Accardo said calmly in front of the microphone to the spacious and bright hall and countless high-level German figures.

On the battlefield of the Eastern Front, a German soldier was swinging his G42 machine gun horizontally, firing a dense number of bullets that knocked hundreds of Soviet Red Army soldiers on the opposite side to the ground.

Beside him, another grenadier pulled the safety of the grenade, then shook his arm hard, throwing the grenade in his hand into the distance, and then he himself retreated back into the trench with his steel helmet in his arms, waiting for the explosion not far away.

"Boom!" an explosion sounded, and next to the smoke from the grenade explosion, the tracks of a Soviet Red Army KV-1 heavy tank rolled up dirt and crushed the corpses of the icy Soviet Red Army. And more Soviet soldiers, holding their weapons, bent over to launch a new round of onslaught with their tanks.

"Your victory has brought countless glory to the motherland! It can be said that it is your blood and sweat that you have paid in exchange for the invincible reputation of Germany today! Now some people question your courage, they think that your past victories are just luck!" Accardo stared at the countless officers below, and spoke word by word.

"York!ammunition!ammunition!," a German soldier shouted into the distance, as bullets from the other side splashed clumps of dirt. Not far from him, a German soldier carried an iron-fisted bazooka and aimed it at the Soviet tank driving from the opposite side. There was a loud bang, and a puff of white smoke with a rocket hit the Soviet tank on the opposite side.

With the sound of the explosion, the tracks of this Soviet tank broke apart from the huge vibration, and with the words "dang, dang. It fell to the ground. And the Soviet tankers inside, no sooner had they emerged from the damaged tanks than they were shot through the heads by a dense barrage of German bullets.

Not far away, behind a German 75 mm anti-tank cannon disguised as a bush, several German gunners were staring intently into the distance, staring through their scopes at the opposite position, where three Soviet tanks were slowly advancing.

Standing on the podium in front of the crowd, the light shining on his black military uniform and new leather shoes, Accardo was a slightly emaciated man who had driven countless women crazy. Many ladies and ladies even offered themselves pillows at banquets, but few have succeeded so far - Anna, Fanny and Mercedes have raised Accardo's own quest for beauty, so the Führer's private life seems to have changed little over the years.

Feeling the glory, he accepted the bows of the people below him, and continued to speak: "Today, the bright red sickle and axe banner of the Soviet Union wants to promote their faith throughout Europe. Are we going to let those lunatics enter Europe and wipe out the capitalism we are so proud of, or are we going to fight back?"

"Fire, fire, shoot those Soviets!" At the same moment, a German officer with an assault rifle and changing the magazine turned around and ordered loudly, and behind him, on a machine-gun position, two shooters were desperately aiming at the Soviet Red Army like a vast ocean.

Beside them, a German medic was bandaging a wound on the neck of a grenadier, who had just been grazed by a stray bullet, but fortunately did not injure a fragile artery or throat.

On the far left of this machine-gun position, a German soldier was lying on the trench, holding the butt of his rifle against his shoulder, violently pulling the trigger of the G43 rifle. "Bah!" After two shots, he had to bow down, because the opponent's return fire was obviously not weak, and the bullets rained down on the dirt in front of him.

Two grenadiers stooped through the twisted trenches until they reached the end of a trench and dropped a box of grenades in the soft dirt. They shouted that we had got the ammunition back, and they used their guns to help fight back at the approaching Soviet soldiers.

Several soldiers hurriedly turned around, picked open the nailed lid of the wooden box with their bayonets, and then grabbed the grenade inside with two hands and returned to their positions.

"This is the catastrophe of Western capitalism! This is the retrogression of human civilization! Gentlemen! The time has come to test us! No matter how great the victory we have won, once we lose this one, then Europe will cease to exist!" Accardo raised his right hand and shouted loudly: "Everyone must do their best! Defeat the Soviet invaders!"

A German assault gun slowly drove up the high slope, revealing its slender barrel at the Soviet troops who were constantly attacking the German lines below. On the hull of the car, a commander was holding a telescope and observing the shape of the battlefield: "The right flank is about to be broken!"

"Open fire! Fight to destroy the Soviet tank attacking the right flank!" he lowered his binoculars and ordered his gun commander in a loud voice.

"Boom!" a shell was fired accurately, and soon the Soviet tank that had been targeted rose into smoke, after all, compared with these battle-hardened German armored units, the Soviet tank units were not a little different in terms of soldiers. Therefore, they could not do the feat of hitting an enemy tank 700 meters away with one shot, nor could they do the thing of the commander leaning out half of his body to command the tank.

With the cheers of the Germans on the position, and the increasingly dense gunfire, the German assault guns joined the sequence of the German defense, and the already crumbling defense line instantly became impregnable, and the Soviets once again retreated like a tide.

At a banquet at the Führer's Mansion in Berlin, Arcator saluted: "I need you! I need you to dedicate everything to Germany! I need you to join me in driving the Soviets out of our land! We want to liberate Ukraine! Liberate Belarus! Liberate all the regions oppressed by the Red Soviet Union!"

In the German, Polish theater of operations, the general headquarters of the front, Warsaw, Brauchitsch grabbed the phone and gave what he considered to be the most important order of his life: "Attention all combat troops! I am Field Marshal Brauchitsch! As the representative of the Führer, I formally order: 'The counterattack begins! The Requiem plan begins!'"

On both flanks of the protruding defensive line, a bush suddenly shook, and the branches and camouflage nets used for camouflage were discarded and handed over to the logistics force for recycling. And the German tank units, which showed their true colors, rushed into the open area that had been prepared for them long ago with black smoke.

A Leopard tank in succession, pointed in the direction of the Soviet units with a long 75 mm caliber barrel, they have been preparing for a long, long time, waiting for this order, and now, the Germans' dream counterattack plan has finally begun, and the Soviet-German war has also been pushed to the first * with the counterattack of the German army.

"Requiem Project!" Holding the phone, Klug, the Supreme Commander of the Northern Theater of Operations on the Eastern Front, gave his own order loudly.

"The counterattack begins! as planned!" General Liszt said to several of his men in the central part of the Eastern Front, standing motionless in front of the map table.

"The Reich is starting to fight back!Long live the Führer!" said Morder in the southern part of the Eastern Front, looking back at the smoke-rising front line with his hands behind his back and turning his head softly.

At this moment, the German bomber unit, which had crossed the line of actual control of both sides, rushed down the clouds with the roar of its engines. Thousands of German planes were dispatched at the same time, marking the real growth of the Luftwaffe, which had matured into a qualified air force in General Catherine's mind in terms of command coordination and mission formation.

Unlike the Soviet Union, which used thousands of planes at the same time, but was rigidly gathered together and useless except for dense and scary, the German army's 1,000-plane formation was a real combat formation, which could flexibly split the combat formation that could fight and dare to fight, so although the Soviet Air Force used 300 planes to intercept, it did not gain any benefits.

"Million-strong army, follow me to Moscow, the capital of the enemy, and see who dares to question our strength!" Accardo waved his hand and pointed to the far east: "Take Moscow! Capture Stalin alive!"

At the banquet, all the nobles raised their arms and echoed in a loud voice: "Take Moscow! Capture Stalin alive! Capture Moscow! Capture Stalin alive! Long live Führer Accardo?

On the edge of an unnamed town in the Central Polish Theater of Operations, a clearing is filled with the latest German Tiger tanks, and this is the battalion headquarters of the 502nd Heavy Tank Destroyer Battalion. In the radio headset, the order to attack issued by the division headquarters had reached his ears, and Wren gave a loud order to prepare: "Start the tank! Check the ammunition and fuel! We will leave in one minute!"

Soon, with the roar of the tank, a Tiger tank with a hollow 113 number painted on the camouflage turret was the first to rush onto the road on the side of the clearing, and then followed by the Tiger tank No. 112, followed by the third tank also rushed to the roadbed, and with the roar of the engine, the famous 502 Battalion drove towards their battlefield.

"Wren, the Führer's speech just now is really imposing, take Moscow and capture Stalin alive. Just thinking about it makes my blood boil. Marcus said excitedly in his headphones.

"I can't think of anything too far away, since this time we are the vanguard, then I just need to complete my mission, this time the task is to encircle the Soviet armored forces in front!" Wren said, looking at the horizon in the distance