Chapter Seventy-One

The Battle of Stalingrad came to an end, and the main forces of the German Sixth Army escaped the encirclement of the Soviet Red Army, fortunately escaped to the Rostov line and was evacuated to France for reorganization. The Germans lost more than 200,000 troops on the Southern Front, and that's just their own losses – Romania's army here was almost wiped out by the Russians, and the entire Axis powers lost nearly half a million soldiers and almost all of their weapons when they attacked. The South was weakened, but still much better strategically than the Germans in Faviniel's native realm - at least they still had the formation and the soldiers.

The Soviet Red Army lost a large number of soldiers in the campaign, almost twice as many as the Germans, but they managed to hold Stalingrad while emptying the Axis mobile forces on the Southern Front. At this time, a steady stream of Soviet people joined the Red Army, and factories were fully operational and began to replenish their technical weapons – and the important Yankees came to aid.

Fafnir received his own glory in this battle - the Knight's Cross. He first successfully defended the bridge in the early stages of the campaign, and in the middle and late stages of the campaign, he withstood the repeated attacks of the Russians on the rear of the German army, and contributed to the retreat of the main forces of the Sixth Army. He also set his own record - destroying 17 tanks and self-propelled guns of the Soviet Red Army in 24 hours, increasing his record to 85, and he was already the number one tank killer in the whole army.

However, the losses of the 503rd Independent Heavy Tank Battalion were not small, the battalion had 21 Tigers and 30 No. 3 tanks when it entered the battle, only six Tigers were still fighting at the end of the battle, and seven Tigers were completely lost, and only 11 No. 3 tanks were still operable. However, they destroyed more than 120 Soviet tanks, making a name for themselves and earning a knight's cross for their battalion commander.

The Germans were busy adding wounds to the Rostov front, and the lost soldiers and equipment would not be able to replenish them for a while, while the Soviet Red Army on the opposite side was growing stronger day by day. The Führer still gave the order not to allow a retreat, and there was a lot of noise in Army Group South.

Fafnier didn't have much to do, his tiger had been repaired, and he had nothing to do, but after a month he was unhappy in his heart, "Damn, Brother Hutchhowjan is dead....... really, this bastard still owes me a wagering debt! You guy!" He sat alone on the tiger and didn't say a word, just holding the beer in his hand, and after a long time, he drained the beer he hadn't taken a sip on the ground, "See you again, Schutkhowjan." ”

Time passed slowly, four months passed, the German losses were still slowly replenishing, the Romanian army was greatly damaged, the strength of the entire Army Group South was only slightly stronger than after the Battle of Stalingrad, and the front was still long, and the troops were even more stretched. The morale of the Soviet Red Army on the opposite side was high, new units were constantly being incorporated and replenished, and the strength was now fully restored, even stronger than before the campaign.

On 12 May, the Soviet Red Army went on the offensive.

North Africa, Tunisia. Sergeant Belvigan, a former bus driver and current Iron Cross 1st Class winner, is not in good shape these days. At the end of November '42, he happily arrived in Africa with the new tiger, the sun, the sand, the beautiful women were to be determined, he seemed to have come for a vacation, compared to the cold and damp Russia, here is paradise. He also wrote several military letters to mock Fafnier and other friends who were still struggling in Russia, and by the way, boasted that he was now on vacation...... It was quite pleasant at first. When he first arrived in Africa, he drove a tiger and gave the Yankees a slap in the face on the orders of Marshal Fox. He and the 6 tanks in the 501st battalion, which arrived in the first batch, destroyed more than 30 American tanks, and whether it was the M3 Grant or the M4 steamed buns, there was no way to take them, all the shells were bounced off, and the German tigers reimbursed the American tank regiment like rabbits at a distance of a thousand meters. Then Belvigan gave the British a good lesson on the other side - a lesson on how to evade the tiger's blow. In 42 years, he drew an extra twenty circles of death on the barrel of his cannon.

But good luck will run out after all, the marshal is recalled to be commanded by a big general, and the tanks of the British and Yankees seem to be unable to fight - especially the Yankees, who have deep pockets. Tanks and airplanes don't seem to need to be bought in dollars...... If they knock out one, they will make up ten, and the logistics of the Germans are another tragedy...... By March '43, no matter how good Belvigan and Tiger were, the entire African Army was still compressed to the "Marette" fortification line in active positions, trying to hold on to the last landing ground in Africa, and the logistics could be said to be completely cut off, the only good news was that the Tiger finally had 18 vehicles for a total of two companies.

On 19 April, the British Eighth Army began its offensive, and on the 22nd the British First Army and the US Second Army began their offensive. On the 609 heights, Belvigan fought brilliantly, and he and his three companion Tigers were at a distance of more than a kilometer for the American tanks, while strafing the approaching American infantry with machine guns. The Yankees' artillery did little damage to them, but American planes in the air were a significant threat to them. By the time the battle lasted into the night, the 609 Highland Yankees had not advanced an inch, and had left behind a lot of tank wreckage. The Yankees called the Air Force to bomb around the clock, and on the 24th, the first Tiger was lost at Heights 609 - it was successfully blown up by Yankee planes. By the 30th, Heights 609 had lost all its fortifications from repeated bombardment and shelling, "Damn the Yankees!" Belvigan cursed as he used machine gun fire, the shells had run out and the Yankees could not be resupplied for a while. At this time the American soldiers desperately rushed at his Tiger from all directions, the German and Italian infantry had long been suppressed and driven off the high ground, and another Tiger had also been blown up by the plane earlier. An American soldier suddenly stood up, less than 20 meters from the Tiger, and pulled the trigger of the Bachuka bazooka...... The rocket hit the back of the Tiger in Belvigan. There was a loud bang! The tiger's ammunition was detonated! The turret was overturned, and the tankmen inside were blown out.

"Medic!!There's a German here, and he's breathing!" shouted a group of American soldiers. Belvigan was lucky not to be killed, but he was also unconscious............

When he woke up, Belvigan lost both legs and is now in a prisoner-of-war camp, and the Afrika Army disappeared a few days before he woke up.......

Fafnier's friend finally had the good fortune not to die on the battlefield...... At this time, he was too busy to take care of himself, and the attack of the Russians was extremely ferocious!