Chapter 149: Polish Campaign (12)

The soldiers of the Westerplatte Fortress also heard about the "Oles Village Massacre" and the subsequent war threats from the German Crown Prince, which made them extremely nervous.

How could they not be nervous? The German battleship Schleswig-Holstein was anchored not far away!

What if that guy suddenly opened fire?

Unfortunately, Danzig was a free city under the jurisdiction of the League of Nations, and the garrison personnel were pitifully small. There were only 176 soldiers and 6 officers in the fortress, 1 75mm gun, 2 37mm guns, 4 81mm mortars and 22 heavy machine guns.

Fortunately, they were prepared. When the battleship Schleswig-Holstein opened fire, everyone hid in the bunker and did not cause any casualties. The fortress commander, Major Sucharski, immediately sent a distress signal to the headquarters of the 209th Regiment on the Hel Peninsula. "Help! We are under fierce attack from the German army!"

"Report, the regiment has called back." After a while, the telegraph operator handed the message to Sucharski with a strange look on his face.

"You can choose whether to surrender after 12 hours?" Sucharski read it over and over again, and after confirming that it was correct, he tore the telegram into pieces and spat with anger. "Go to hell and surrender!" As a brave Polish soldier, how could he choose to surrender? He wanted to resist to the end! "Remember, the order from the superior is to resist to the end." After instructing the telegraph operator, Sucharski left the electromechanical room.

The bombardment of the German battleships caused a large fire. In addition to guarding against the German attack, the people in the fortress had to put out fires everywhere. They were busy until after seven o'clock in the evening, when the German bombardment gradually subsided.

Looking at the dark sky, Sucharski couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. "It seems that the Germans are not going to enter today. Let the soldiers eat and rest quickly. I'm afraid there won't be such a leisurely time starting tomorrow."

After a busy day, the soldiers were already hungry and chewed the military rations voraciously. "I'm so hungry. These damn Germans delayed our dinner time. Tomorrow I will teach them a lesson and let them know that it is very rude to do so!" Squad leader Sadr of the No. 3 outpost said vaguely with a biscuit in his mouth.

"Yes! I will teach them a lesson!"

"My machine gun can kill at least 20 Germans!"

"Me too, I will kill at least five, I bet!"

Amid the heroic shouting of the crowd, at least a battalion of German soldiers was wiped out.

"Boom!"

The earth-shaking explosion startled Sucharski, who was eating in the underground command post, and he swayed a few times before he stabilized. "What's going on? Where did the explosion come from?"

His adjutant rushed in and reported with a pale face. "Major, outpost No. 3 was flattened!"

"What?!" Sucharski was shocked. "The Germans attacked?!" After shouting, he immediately realized that he had said something nonsense. Who else could it be except the Germans at this juncture? ! These bastards actually launched a night attack!

You know, night battles are a magic weapon for poorly equipped armies to deal with powerful enemies. (Of course, when night vision devices are advanced enough, major powers will choose to fight at night when launching wars, using technology to crush opponents with low equipment levels.) But now the Germans, who obviously have an advantage in manpower, actually chose to attack at night?

"Prepare for battle!" He hurried to outpost No. 2 and looked at outpost No. 3 through the observation hole. With the help of sporadic firelight on the ground, he could see that a big pit had been blown out where outpost No. 3 was originally located. "What kind of shells caused this?" The 280mm naval gun of the battleship Schleswig-Holstein couldn't be so exaggerated.

"Squeak..." Before he could be confused for long, a slight metal friction sound came into his ears. With the sound of friction, he felt the ground under his feet tremble slightly.

"Tank?" Sucharski ordered after a second of silence. "Anti-tank guns ready, turn on the searchlight!" There is a 37mm anti-tank gun in this outpost.

The platoon leader guarding the No. 2 outpost reported. "Major, the searchlight was blown up by them!"

The metal friction sound was getting closer, Sucharski shouted anxiously. "Then fire the flare!"

Bang!

Soon a flare was launched into the air, and the strong light instantly illuminated the area within a few hundred meters in front of the position, as bright as day.

"!!" The Polish soldiers in the outpost were stunned by the scene in front of them.

"Oh my God!"

I saw a huge body slowly advancing towards a wall. The exaggerated caliber of the cannon was unheard of and unseen.

Bang!

The gunner of the 37mm anti-tank gun almost subconsciously stepped on the firing pedal, and the shell flew out of the barrel, leaving a visible trajectory in the air, and hit the front of the steel monster fiercely.

Ping!

As if it was a mosquito bite, the 37mm shell made a crisp sound, and no one knew where it bounced.

The Polish soldiers who recovered fearlessly used all the weapons they could use to try to stop the advance of this steel monster, but its defense was proportional to its huge body. It ignored the bullets fired by the Polish soldiers. In Sucharski's horrified eyes, it slowly twisted its body and aimed the huge muzzle at the No. 2 outpost where he was.

"..." Sucharski opened his mouth desperately, wanting to issue a warning, but unfortunately, dazzling sparks spewed out of the terrifying muzzle.

This time the Sturmtiger's aim was a bit off, and only half of the No. 2 outpost was destroyed, but the Polish soldiers inside still could not escape the fate of death. The German soldiers who were hiding on the ground due to the flares jumped up and rushed to the No. 2 outpost, which was only half left. Two iron fists were directly hit between the ruins, and those Polish soldiers who survived by chance suffered such a blow and died completely.

After killing two outposts with thunder, the German soldiers gathered around the Sturmtiger and continued to advance.

Outpost No. 1, Outpost No. 4, and Outpost No. 5 were taken out one by one.

The Steplat Fortress, which had been held for nearly a week in the original time and space, was breached without even two hours under the attack of various cross-era weapons.

"Okay, our mission has been completed. Colonel Fred, take your people to take over this fortress. It's a pleasure to work with you." After all the soldiers returned to the container, the colonel of the Guards stretched out his hand and said goodbye to Colonel Fred.

"It's my honor. I hope we have the opportunity to cooperate again." Colonel Fred said politely.