The Rise of the Empire

When the sun rises from the sky again, the Russian officers and soldiers of the Donetsk Division are about to begin a busy and arduous journey. The cooking soldiers at the camp began to prepare breakfast. They threw large portions of dried vegetables, fish meal and other things into the big pot. A cook struggled to stir the mess in the pot with a long-handled spoon. mixture. Others took out bags of rusks and distributed them to each soldier.

Holding the stick-like bread sticks, he went to another place to get today's cans and butter, and finally took the soup pot to the big pot to fill a bowl of vegetable soup. Find a place to sit and have a nice meal. This is already a rare enjoyment for Russian soldiers of this era. After all, it is rare for an officer to not deduct military rations and increase the amount of meat and fat.

The entire camp became noisy when the sun fully rose. The Russian soldiers who had just eaten began to pack up the camp and prepare to set off. Today their task was to advance another 18 kilometers. According to the commander, if we continue like this for three days, we can fight the Germans. "If we move faster, we can rush home to harvest wheat after this war is over." Makhno said while chewing on the black bread in his hand.

"They seem to be eating!" On a hill 5 kilometers away, a square Hu Feng-style assault gun drove to the top of the hill. With a sound of metal twisting, the hatch on the upper part of the vehicle body opened. . The pioneer of the Bavarian Armored Forces, already known as the armored brown bear, the commander of the first-generation Bavarian tank, Lieutenant Colonel Mike, climbed out of the narrow body of the vehicle, and then picked up the 8x Zeiss telescope in his hand to observe everything in the distance.

What he encountered was about a regiment of troops and a small number of cavalry. They were close to a creek, seemingly for the convenience of getting water. They don't have much artillery. It should be the advance corps of a division, and according to the Russians' marching configuration, their main force should be not far behind!

"Prepare to send a report." As the commander of an advance corps, the first thing he should do when encountering the enemy is to objectively inform his superiors of the battlefield situation, rather than making a rash move without saying anything. It is true that Mike has Bavaria in his hands. The most elite tank unit, but at the same time, more importantly, he is the eyes of the legion. What is truly terrifying is the entire assault division and not just himself.

"Our army has encountered the Russian Legion after going 15 kilometers deep into the Russian border. They are currently on the march and the vanguard has not deployed. Our army will eat the opponent's vanguard according to the planned plan. It is expected that the battle will be over in half an hour. Today We will be in contact with the main force of the opposing division at noon, and we hope that the headquarters can call back before 10 o'clock!" After Mike dictated the telegram, he retracted his tank and began to contact his subordinates. The battle was about to break out.

At the same time that the Enig cipher machine translated the telegram into cipher text and sent it out, Mike's Lancer battle group had completed its assembly. As the forward force of the entire army or even the entire legion, the configuration of this battle group is completely beyond the standard. It has a complete independent armored battalion, plus 2 attached motorized infantry battalions, and also has an additional self-propelled artillery company and ancillary reconnaissance. The troops, a brown bear fully armed with machinery and guns, began to launch, but the enemy in front of them was really not worth mentioning...

"Tank assault!" As the attack order was issued, an attack front composed of more than 20 tanks quickly rushed toward the Russian troops who were having breakfast. !

"What?!" A Russian soldier looked at the fast-moving black dots on the horizon and put down the bread in his hand. Waves of thunderous sounds came from the distance.

Some soldiers even lay on the ground and could quickly feel the vibration of the earth!

"It's the cavalry! German cavalry!" Under the officer's curses and orders, the Russian soldiers quickly threw away the bread and soup basins in their hands and prepared for battle in company and platoon units. Machine guns were pushed to the front of the position, and the regiment's artillery began to be deployed. The cavalry leaped on their horses and raised their swords to prepare for an assault from the side. However, facing the steel knights of the new era, these preparations were of no use!

When the distance was reduced to 1 kilometer, the Russians were surprised to find that they were not facing German cavalry, but a group of nameless demons emerging from hell! The dull sound of the long 75MM artillery and the sound of machine gun fire like tearing oilcloth instantly filled the entire battlefield. A barrage of fire and steel crashed into the Russian defenses like a wall.

The flying shrapnel and flames are like the scythe of death, quickly harvesting the lives of the enemy. The defense line formed by the Russians is completely papery in the face of these steel gods that have transcended the ages. The rolling barrages are advancing rapidly with the advance of armored units. , crushing everything it encountered. Most Russian soldiers could only fire desperately at the target in front of them, and then wait for a few seconds to be killed by shells or bullets, or even be sucked under the tracks and turned into a ball of minced meat.

"God, these German demons are so terrifying!" The so-called resistance only lasted less than 10 minutes. When Mike led his team to kill directly through the Russian camp, he was surprised to find that in a short time In just eight minutes, there was no longer a single Russian standing in the entire camp. Most people became corpses beside their path. A small number of people were still lying on the table groaning. The remaining people threw away their rifles, huddled in a corner, and then let the German motorized infantry behind them drive them aside.

"Is this the end?!" The next-generation racing party, who was still unsatisfied, jumped out of the tank, and then called the correspondent out of boredom: "Tell our boss, just say that the battle has been resolved, and the soup for the Russians' breakfast is still hot. If nothing else happens, we can have lunch with the main force of the Russian division.”

Thirty kilometers away, Baron Schmidt's staff had summarized the collected intelligence and marked the latest developments of the Russian army on the sand table. When Armored Mike's intelligence was delivered, a more detailed A picture of the situation was presented to the Baron.

The assault regiment in the middle has been advancing a bit too fast. At this moment, the troops directly commanded by Schmidt have cut into the junction of the Russian fifth and sixth armies like a nail. Armored Mike should have encountered Donne. Tsk Division, and there should be another division a little south of this division. This division is the 17th Division of the 9th Army of the Russian Fifth Army. It is said to be a heavy armored division. Possess a certain amount of large-caliber artillery.

"Contact the headquarters and ask for air support. We are preparing for a big fight!"

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