Chapter 628 Heavy Thunderstorm 16

Major General Carol Rommel staggered out of the underground bunker. His head and face were covered with gray, his military uniform looked a little dirty, and he was no longer as handsome as before.

The strong smell of gunpowder smoke hit his face, causing him to cough. His ears buzzed, and he vaguely heard the heart-stopping shouts of "Ula! Ula! Ula!" mixed with the sound of rolling tank tracks. "Crack" sound.

"Get into position!"

"Quick, quick, quick! The Russians are coming!"

He heard someone shouting heartbreakingly in Polish. They should be a few company commanders and platoon commanders who were knighted by King William not long ago... They haven't realized that they are dead yet, William's knights, It has to be exchanged for life!

Carol Rommel gave a bitter smile. They were bound to die, so how could he survive? I hope that my sacrifice has some value, and that there will be people in Poland in the future who will be proud of their sacrifice.

Carol Rommel, who wanted to fight to the end, unknowingly arrived at his command position - a reinforced concrete fortification covered with soil disguised as a mound. It was connected to the core bunker of the fortress with a traffic trench. It was also the only place where there were Seize the place to withstand B-4 howitzer bombardment.

"Judgment Day! Judgment Day is coming! I saw God and He was very angry..."

When Carol Rommel walked into the command fortification, he saw a young man whose face was slightly blackened by gunpowder smoke and whose eyes were red, shouting like crazy. This person should be the observation sentry who was left outside the core bunker during the Soviet shelling just now. He was frightened crazy by the fierce Russian shelling.

"Take him away, take him away, put him in a solitary room!" Carol Rommel waved his hand and had people pull the lunatic away from the position. Morale is already bad enough now, but don't let him cause trouble for everyone anymore.

The madman pulled away, and no one shouted "Judgment Day" or any other myth, but the shouts of "Ula! Ula!" were getting closer and closer.

Carol Rommel found an observation port, raised his telescope and looked outside. I saw more than a dozen T-34 tanks lined up on the battlefield, followed by Soviet soldiers. I don't know how many there were, all shouting slogans "Ula! Ula!".

I don’t know how many 50mm cannons can be fired? When Carol Rommel thought of this, the sound of "boom, boom, boom" of artillery was heard from the front line. Then I saw clouds of smoke rising around the T-34 tanks, but after the smoke dissipated, every tank looked intact.

"Damn it, the Soviet tanks haven't even entered the range yet!" Carol Rommel immediately understood what was going on. The people in a battalion-level defensive position that was about to be attacked in the front had probably been blown away by the Soviet artillery, and they couldn't even measure distance. The T-34 opened fire before it entered the effective range of the 50mm anti-tank gun. Doesn't this expose the target?

Sure enough, as soon as several 50mm anti-tank guns on the Polish army's position opened fire, the Soviet tanks and infantry immediately stopped advancing. Carol Rommel knew that this was a precursor to bombardment with B-4 howitzers.

Since these B-4s have already arrived very close to the front, they are only 1,500-5,000 meters away from the 50mm guns that just fired. Although it is not guaranteed to hit the target (direct aiming can only be guaranteed at 400 meters), concentrated fire coverage is still enough to achieve it.

"Boom! Boom!"

The B-4 bombardment began. Looking through Carol Rommel's telescope, the 50mm gun positions that had just been fired had been submerged in huge smoke and dust, and several mushroom clouds had also risen. Although each 50mm anti-tank gun is protected by a reinforced concrete bunker, the 203mm shells are still enough to destroy it.

After a burst of earth-shaking shelling, the shouts of "Ula! Ula!" were a little louder than before, and the tracks of the T-34 tank also started rolling.

Major General Carol Rommel knew that the hard battle would soon begin!

And he also knew that the Tresbol Fortress, which looked extremely strong, could not be defended at all! This fortress and dozens of other ring fortresses were nothing more than cannon fodder fortresses used to reduce the strength of the Soviet army's attack.

As the guardian of the fortress, Carol Rommel knew that his final fate would be either to die here or to undergo labor reform in the ice and snow of Siberia.

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"Get up, slaves who are hungry and cold! Get up, people who are suffering all over the world! The blood in your heart is already boiling..."

Curtis Emerson Li Mei walked tiredly, leaning on a wooden stick, and walked in the hot and dry sand for an unknown amount of time. Finally, he had a hallucination... Li Mei heard someone playing the Internationale on a loudspeaker!

This must be an illusion! it's out of the question! Li Mei thought to herself. Yesterday he parachuted to the ground and was captured by German soldiers. Then, together with other captured American and Soviet air force personnel, they were escorted by a group of German soldiers holding a firearm similar to a Browning automatic rifle and walked in the sand for a long time.

I thought I was either going to a prisoner of war camp or to be shot...

And how could it be possible for the Soviet national anthem to be played in German prison camps? This must be an illusion!

"We're here!" someone shouted in Russian.

Because Li Mei had long known that she would come to the Soviet Union, she signed up for a Russian language training class when she was training the 305th Bomb Wing in the United States, and now she can understand some Russian. He quickly regained his footing and looked up ahead.

A camp that looked quite simple appeared in front of him. It should be... a Soviet prisoner-of-war camp?

Li Mei suddenly saw a Russian slogan at the gate of the prisoner-of-war camp - the working people of the world unite to overthrow British and American imperialism!

Who caught me? When Li Mei was confused, she saw several men and women wearing SS uniforms and Nazi swastika armbands on their sleeves appeared at the gate of this prisoner-of-war camp whose owner she didn't know.

A sweet-looking Nazi beauty who looked less than 20 years old suddenly stepped forward and spoke stiff Russian.

"Soviet comrades who were deceived by the traitor Stalin, welcome to the Mosul Soviet-German Friendship Concentration Camp. I am Irma Glazer, the translator of the Mosul Soviet-German Friendship Concentration Camp. I am asking you a few questions on behalf of Mr. Rodolph Hoss, the commander of the Friendship Camp. These questions are related to your future treatment. Please answer truthfully."

Colonel Li Mei was stunned again and again. He always felt that something was wrong, very wrong!

At this time, Irma Glazer spoke again: "Now please ask the Bolsheviks, Jews and political cadres to stand up."

What does it mean? Colonel LeMay was immediately alert.

"Don't be fooled, this is a trap!" LeMay suddenly shouted. Although he didn't understand what the Nazis wanted to do... It's not that they want to shoot all the Bolsheviks, Jews and political cadres, right?

"Who are you?" Irma Glazer looked at LeMay, whose face was full of American justice, and asked in stiff Russian.

"I am Colonel Curtis Emerson LeMay of the United States Army Air Force!"

"American?" Irma Glazer was stunned. Isn't this the Soviet-German Friendship Prisoner of War Camp? Why did you, an American, come here? This beautiful Nazi girl didn't know what was wrong with her brain, so she asked casually: "Are you a member of the American Bolshevik Party and an internationalist fighter?"

What? The American Bolshevik Party? Li Mei was anti-G, and just when she was about to deny it, she suddenly found that the Soviet pilots present were all looking at her. Obviously... she had been fooled by this vicious Nazi witch, who must be using words to sow discord between the US and the Soviet Union. If she answered that she was not a member of the Bolshevik Party, the little witch would definitely ask her if she believed in GCism or something. If she said she did not believe it, then the little witch would talk about this doctrine!

In fact, Li Mei's idea was not strange, because he had received relevant education before coming to the Soviet Union - it was a textbook compiled by the US Strategic Intelligence Agency, requiring every American soldier going to the Soviet Union to pretend to identify with socialism and sympathize with the Bolshevik Party... Because the Soviet Union wanted to start a war in the name of world revolution, the United States would always have to cooperate, right?

"I am an American Bolshevik!" Li Mei answered loudly - Americans' views on party members are different from those of Germans and Soviets. Identifying with the propositions of a party means voting for the party, and of course you are a member of the party. This does not require writing an application report and accepting the test of the organization.

"Sir, we caught an American Bolshevik, and he's a colonel in the US Army." Irma Glazer immediately reported the situation to her boss Rodolph Hoss.

Hoss said: "The US Army doesn't have political commissars...then ask him if he's Jewish."

Jews have their own places to go, and Israel is not far from here.

"No, I'm not Jewish."

LeMay is a French surname, so he's certainly not Jewish.

"Then let him stay here," Hoss thought for a while and said to a secretary in a concentration camp next to him, "Write it down, this guy is an American Bolshevik, and he'll be fed according to the standards of British and American prisoners of war."

The food supply for British and American prisoners of war was certainly not as good as that of Soviet comrades. Soviet comrades had black bread, sugar, butter, milk, broth, vegetables, and pork sausages every two days.

The British and American prisoners of war only had black bread, 700 grams a day, and then drank vegetable soup every day, without meat, milk and butter, a diet package.

Of course, British and American prisoners of war were free not to eat, but they were not allowed to waste... This did not mean starving to death, because British and American prisoners of war could get food parcels sent by their own countries through the International Red Cross, usually with a lot of good food, so they did not have to rely on German food to survive.

The captured Soviet personnel were all traitors. According to Article 56 of the Soviet Criminal Code, they were guilty of destroying the Soviet armed forces, so of course no one would send food to traitors. So the German comrades had to let them eat better. Fortunately, Germany now controlled the Atlantic and North Africa, and could get Egyptian wheat and Argentine beef. The food supply was relatively abundant, and the Soviet comrades were not short of pork sausages.