Chapter 363 Blitz Berlin
“Crush the card?!”
"Yes, charge the card." He Chi continued
"The Soviet Union blocked Berlin with only a peripheral interception line. Most of the others were a combination of barbed wire and roadblocks. Behind them was the Allied-controlled area."
"The vehicles rushed over immediately and did not give the Soviet army time to react. Then the other side would have scruples and not fire at the Allied controlled areas..."
"That's it." Guderian interrupted He Chi directly. "Your idea is very good, but it has too many loopholes."
"What should I do if the three convoys set off together and arrive at different times?"
"What should I do if I am intercepted by the Soviet army before arriving in Berlin?"
"What should the Soviets do if they face a card break-in and the other party fires in advance?"
The old man asked three pointed questions in succession, and He Chi was unable to answer them.
"He, you are the best agent, but for commanding mobile troops, there are better candidates here."
"Who?"
"I, Heinz Wilhelm Guderian!" The old man straightened his back and looked at the sand table in front of him with bright eyes, then turned around and picked up the phone next to him.
"Gather at my place in half an hour."
"Let everyone bring their rockers."
The crowd that had just dispersed regrouped inside the manor. After just a short while, every man's eyes looked different.
They were wearing short vests, holding mechanical cranks in their hands, and some had black engine oil on their faces.
Chug tug tug! ! ! ! !
A wheeled armored vehicle was started, and the rust on the vehicle body fell off. Someone used paint to erase the sign with the iron cross, and a simple red cross was once again covered on the vehicle body.
"We need a blitzkrieg raid!" Guderian shouted to everyone. "Activate all moving armored vehicles and use a V-shaped formation to clear the way for the transport convoy. If there is anything blocking them, just hit them!"
"Sir, what if there are Soviets in front of us?" someone asked loudly.
"I said, it's anything, including the Soviets!"
More than a hundred armored vehicles that could still be started were put out, and the former soldiers carefully checked the conditions of the vehicles as they did in the past.
The machinery is badly worn, the suspension is faulty, and most of the fuel only has one tank bottom, but they still appear in the queue.
The men took out their razors and began to take care of their personal hygiene as meticulously as if they were going on a date with their beloved woman.
Because this would be their last armored charge.
The real last time.
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In the early morning of April 16, on the border of the Soviet-occupied area, a squad of soldiers had just started eating breakfast.
The breakfast was rich, the barley porridge was thick, the white flour toasted bread was fluffy and soft, and the eggs and bacon were sizzling in the frying pan.
“The food is so good, I really don’t want to go back.”
A soldier stretched his muscles, glanced into the distance unintentionally, and then suddenly froze.
The soldier rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't looking at flowers.
A black line on the distant horizon is rushing towards this side at high speed.
Hundreds of armored vehicles formed a V-shaped arrow, and trucks responsible for loading supplies were surrounded in the center.
Boom, boom! ! ! ! !
As the black line got closer and closer, the whole earth shook.
The soldiers ran away, turned around and rushed into the wooden watchtower where they were on duty.
"Squad, comrade squad leader, the Germans, the Germans are coming..." the soldier stuttered, pointing out the window with his hand.
"Is there someone sneaking across the border? Fire a warning shot to scare them away." The squad leader put a piece of dairy product into his mouth nonchalantly.
"No, that's not it. It's an armored vehicle. The German armored vehicles are coming!" the soldier explained anxiously. "Alyosha, are you confused? It's not 1944 anymore. Where did the German armored vehicles come from?" The squad leader touched the soldier's head and laughed.
The next second the entire sentry tower shook.
The squad leader ran to the window and saw a scene he would never forget in his life. A torrent of black armor rolled towards him.
"Run!!!"
The Soviet troops on duty ran out with all their strength. The next second, the entire wooden tower was smashed into pieces by a heavy armored personnel carrier, but the team of tanks continued to roll forward.
"Lie down!!!"
The Soviet army ignored the embarrassment and several people lay down in the gutter beside the road. Dust was flying above their heads, and stones continued to fall from above and hit everyone.
It took five or six minutes for everything to return to calm. Several frightened Soviet soldiers looked at the smashed towers, the fallen barbed wire and the crushed walkie-talkies. Everyone had expressions of disbelief on their faces. .
"Quickly intersperse! Quickly intersect! We have entered the territory of the Soviets. We are heading towards Berlin as quickly as possible before they can react!" Standing on an Owl command vehicle, Guderian held a An old-fashioned walkie-talkie commanded from above.
The feeling of flying dust made the old man feel like he had returned to 1943.
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Under his command, more than a hundred armored vehicles broke through the two blockades, and the convoy drove straight towards Berlin.
A distance of more than 20 kilometers is really too close for him.
In the fifth year after the end of the war, the Blitzkrieg reappeared on the land of Germany.
They moved so fast that it was not until they reached the outskirts of Berlin that the Soviet troops just appeared to form an organizational barrier.
About six T-40 light tanks were lined up on the roadside. A roadblock was set up in the middle of the road. The leading commander waved a flag to signal the other side to stop.
He saw the red cross logo on the car, and his slight hesitation did not allow him to immediately choose to open fire to block it.
But the next second, the Soviets had no chance.
"Rush over!"
Following an order from the walkie-talkie, the leading armored vehicles increased their power and charged straight towards the Soviet tanks.
bump! ! ! bump! ! ! bump! ! !
The light tank parked on the side of the road was knocked away by the leading vehicle regardless of its own safety. The vehicles behind it passed quickly, and other armored vehicles supplemented the position of the arrow.
The city of Berlin was visible in the distance, and the last blockade was right in front of him. Guderian could even see the Soviet troops at the intersection making panic calls for instructions.
"Speed up! We're about to succeed!" the old man shouted excitedly during the intercom.
But an accident happened. Abnormal noises kept ringing in the convoy, and armored vehicles broke down on the road one after another.
The fleet, which has not undergone any maintenance in five years and is short of fuel and materials, has reached its limit.
The road ahead was built with sandbags, and as long as there were more roads into the city, the road would be completely blocked.
Looking at the soldiers parking their cars one after another, Guderian straightened his collar and then got into the cockpit himself.
The Owl command car took the lead and rushed straight towards the Soviet position.
bump! ! ! !
Smoke and dust flew into the sky, and the sandbags that had just been placed were knocked away. The Owl command vehicle continued its momentum and rushed down the ditch while carrying another Soviet BTR-80.
Convoys with supplies at the back swarmed in and rushed into Allied-occupied West Berlin in front of the Soviets.
Soviet soldiers surrounded him, and Guderian climbed out of his command vehicle alone.
His head was bruised during the collision, and blood flowed down and stained his silvery white hair.
Guderian raised his hands high, but the smile on his face was like a winner.
(End of chapter)