My own war game

Chapter 363: Blitzkrieg on Berlin
"Burst the card?!"

"Yes, rush through the card." He Chi continued
"The Soviet blockade of Berlin only had an outer interception line, and most of the rest was a combination of barbed wire and roadblocks. Behind them was the Allied-controlled area."

"The vehicles rushed over immediately, not giving the Soviets time to react. The other side would be cautious and would not fire at the Allied controlled areas..."

"Okay." Guderian interrupted He Chi midway. "Your idea is good, but there are too many loopholes."

"What if three convoys set out together and arrive at different times?"

"What if we are intercepted by the Soviet army before we reach Berlin?"

"What should the Soviets do if the enemy opens fire in advance when they face a checkpoint?"

The old man asked three sharp questions in succession, and He Chi was unable to answer any of them.

"He, you are the best agent, but there are better candidates here for commanding a mobile force."

"Who?"

"I, Heinz Wilhelm Guderian!" The old man straightened his back and looked at the sand table in front of him with sharp eyes, then turned around and picked up the phone beside him.

"Meet me here in half an hour."

"Let's get everyone to bring their cranks."

The crowd that had just dispersed gathered again in the manor. After just a short while, the look in every man's eyes was different.

They were wearing short vests, holding mechanical cranks in their hands, and some of them had black machine oil on their faces.

Ta-da! Ta-da! Ta-da!

A wheeled armored vehicle was started, and the rust on the body of the vehicle fell down. Someone used paint to erase the iron cross logo, and a simple red cross was covered on the body of the vehicle again.

"We need a blitzkrieg!" Guderian shouted to everyone, "Start all the armored vehicles that can move, use a V formation to clear the way for the transport convoy, and if there is anything blocking it, just crash it!"

"Sir, what if there are Soviets ahead?" someone asked loudly.

"I said, anything, including the Soviets!"

More than one hundred armored vehicles that were still able to start were displayed, and the former soldiers carefully checked the condition of the vehicles as they had done in the past.

The machines were badly worn, the suspension had problems, and most of the fuel only had one tank bottom, but they still appeared in the queue.

The men took out their razors and began to take care of their personal hygiene as carefully as if they were going on a date with their beloved women.

Because this would be their last armored charge.

The last time in the true sense.
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Early in the morning of April 4, at the border of the Soviet-occupied zone, a squad of soldiers had just started to eat breakfast.

The breakfast was rich. The barley porridge was thick, the white flour bread was fluffy and soft, and the eggs and bacon were sizzling in the frying pan.

"With such good food, 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 was not seeing things.

A black line in the distant sky is rushing towards this side at high speed.

Hundreds of armored vehicles formed a V-shaped arrow, and the trucks responsible for loading supplies were surrounded in the center.

Rumble, rumble! ! ! ! !

As the black line got closer, the entire earth began to shake.

The soldier ran away and turned to rush into the wooden guardhouse where he was on duty.

"Squad, comrade squad leader, the Germans are coming..." the soldier said incoherently, pointing out the window.

"There are people sneaking across the border, right? Just fire a warning shot to scare them away." The squad leader nonchalantly put a piece of dairy product into his mouth.

"No, that's not it, it's an armored car, the German armored car is coming!" the soldier explained anxiously. "Alyosha, are you confused? It's not 1944 now, where are the German armored cars coming from?" The squad leader touched the soldier's head and laughed.

The next second the entire watchtower began to shake.

The squad leader ran to the window and saw a scene that he would never forget in his life: a black armored torrent rolling towards him.

"Run!!!"

The Soviet soldiers on duty ran out with all their might, and the next second the entire wooden tower was smashed to pieces by a heavy armored personnel carrier, while the team of tanks continued to roll forward.

"Lie down!!!"

The Soviet army did not care about their embarrassment. Several of them lay down in the ditch by the side of the road. Dust was flying above their heads and stones were falling from above, hitting everyone.

It took five or six minutes before everything returned to calm. Several terrified Soviet soldiers looked at the shattered tower, the fallen barbed wire, and the crushed walkie-talkie. Everyone had an expression of disbelief on his face.

"Quickly infiltrate! Quickly infiltrate! We have entered the Soviet territory. Move towards Berlin as quickly as possible, before they can react!" Standing on an Owl command vehicle, Guderian was giving commands with an old walkie-talkie.

The feeling of dust flying everywhere made the old man feel as if he had returned to 1943.

Under his command, more than one hundred armored vehicles directly broke through two blockades, and the convoy headed straight for Berlin.

The distance of more than 20 kilometers was really too close for him.

Five years after the end of the war, blitzkrieg reappeared on German soil.

They moved so quickly that the Soviet army only appeared to block their advance when they reached the outskirts of Berlin.

About six T-6 light tanks were lined up on the side of the road. 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 body, and a slight hesitation prevented him from opening fire to stop it immediately.

But the next second, the Soviets no longer had this opportunity.

"Rush over!"

Following an order from the walkie-talkie, the leading armored vehicles increased their horsepower and rushed straight towards the Soviet tanks.

bump! ! ! bump! ! ! bump! ! !
The light tank parked on the side of the road was rammed away by the leading vehicle, and the vehicles behind passed quickly. At the same time, other armored vehicles were added to the position of the arrow.

The city of Berlin was visible in the distance, and the last blockade line was right in front of him. Guderian could even see the Soviet troops at the intersection frantically making phone calls for instructions.

"Speed ​​up! We'll be successful soon!" the old man shouted excitedly on the intercom.

But an accident happened. Strange noises continued to be heard in the convoy, and armored vehicles broke down on the road one after another.

The fleet, which had not undergone any maintenance in five years and was short of fuel and materials, had already reached its limit.

The road ahead is piled with sandbags, and if there are more sandbags, the road into the city will be completely blocked.

Looking at the soldiers stopping their planes one after another, Guderian straightened his collar and then sat in the cockpit himself.

The Owl command vehicle took the lead and rushed straight towards the Soviet position.

bump! ! ! !

Dust rose into the sky, and the sandbags that had just been piled up were knocked away. The Owl command vehicle continued to move forward and rushed into the ditch head-on, pushing another Soviet BTR-80.

The convoy loaded with supplies behind them swarmed in and rushed into Allied-occupied West Berlin in front of the Soviets.

Soviet soldiers surrounded them, and Guderian climbed out of his command vehicle alone.

His head was broken during the collision, and blood flowed down and stained his silver hair.

Guderian raised his hands high, but the smile on his face was like that of a winner.

(End of this chapter)