Chapter 883 German-Soviet War (120)

"Damn it." Eisenhower paced back and forth in the basement office in boredom, puffing on his pipe, inhaling and exhaling. He was addicted to smoking, and he couldn't put down his pipe after coming here.

These days, the expeditionary forces have not had a good time. Since the Soviet Far East suddenly rebelled and turned to Germany, their retreat has been completely cut off, and it is impossible to return to the United States even if they want to. What's even more speechless is that the weapons and equipment stranded in the Far East have been swallowed up by those damn rebels (what he didn't know was that these weapons and equipment were taken away by the Germans). Now most of the US infantry on the front line are equipped with Soviet Mosin-Nagant rifles and old-fashioned wooden-handled grenades; tankers drive garbage tanks such as T-26, KV-1, and 2, which makes many tankers prefer to pick up rifles as infantry rather than drive these garbage. Only the pilots are better, after all, they came directly in fighter jets, and there is no separation of man and machine for transportation. But without subsequent support parts, once these fighters need to be overhauled, they will be scrapped. At that time, I am afraid they will have to fly Soviet fighters. But these damn Soviets are unwilling to give the latest MiG-5, Yak-7 and other advanced fighters to American pilots, and only give those backward MiG 1, 3; Yak 3, 4 and other models to American pilots, which makes American pilots angry.

The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became, and Eisenhower simply walked out of the office. "Go up and get some fresh air." This is dozens of meters underground. Although the air circulation system is functioning normally, he still feels a little breathless.

He and his adjutant took the elevator to the subway station 20 meters below the ground. Because this is a government site, there are no civilians who come here to take refuge nearby, only soldiers standing guard every few meters. Going down the stairs to the subway entrance, the air is filled with a strong smell of gunpowder. The German bombing can be said to be non-stop day and night. Recently, it seems to be for training night bombing, which is more frequent than daytime bombing.

However, what is puzzling is that although the whole city of Moscow has implemented a blackout, and even the searchlights of the anti-aircraft artillery positions have been turned off, the German bomber groups can accurately find the target every time, and even drop bombs directly without dropping flares first, and these bombs will fall accurately into the city of Moscow.

It seems that the Germans have come up with something that can accurately determine the direction at night?

Looking at the broken eaves and broken walls in the distance, Eisenhower sighed deeply. I guess Washington is similar to here now. I heard that the Germans dropped a large number of incendiary bombs on New York City last time, almost setting the entire city on fire, and the casualties were countless.

"I don't know how the defensive positions on the front line are built." Zhukov is responsible for building the defensive positions outside Moscow, hoping that these defensive positions can be stronger.

"I'm afraid it's bad." The adjutant next to him also sighed. "Even if the French Maginot Line is built, it can't stop the German attack." The French Maginot Line began to be built in 1928 and was basically completed in 1940. It was a huge project costing 5 billion francs. The Soviets didn't even have a year left. At most, half a year later, the German army would launch the final offensive in the spring of next year.

That would be a decisive battle that would determine the fate of the Soviet Union and the United States. Once Germany completely defeated the Soviet Union, it would definitely turn its troops to the United States.

Compared with the sluggish Soviet Union and the United States, Europe was in a jubilant atmosphere, especially these days, it was the German Beer Festival.

In October 1810, a grand celebration of the German Beer Festival was held to celebrate the wedding of Prince Ludwig of Bavaria and Princess Hills of Saxony. Since then, the October Beer Festival has been preserved as a traditional folk festival in Bavaria.

Just as Russians regard vodka as life, Germans regard drinking as a "compulsory course" every day, and various pubs, wine houses, and inns are as numerous as stars in the sky. Munich, with a population of 1 million, has more than 3,000 beer halls that are packed every day. Almost everyone who enters a pub orders at least half a liter of beer to go with their meal, but the most common order is one liter. Therefore, "one liter" can be said to be a "unit of measurement" in Munich and the whole of Bavaria. There is also a popular proverb in the local area: "Drink one liter a day in moderation and you will be as healthy as a god." People don't just drink when they eat, they drink almost anytime and anywhere. There are "beer parks" almost everywhere in Germany. As soon as the sun comes out, people flock to the beer parks to enjoy nature.

And now the war situation is very good, this year's beer festival is even more lively, and the whole of Europe is in a carnival.

The front line is also a relaxed and cheerful atmosphere. A transport truck stopped at a company camp, and the driver stuck his head out and shouted a few times. "Captain Simon, Captain Simon. Your supplies have arrived!"

Hearing the sound, an officer walked out of a tent not far away, walked to the cab, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed it to the driver. "What good stuff is there today?" He waved his hand towards the camp and called a few soldiers to carry the supplies on the truck.

The driver lit a cigarette. "It's good stuff today, authentic Liberia ham and dark beer."

At this time, a troop transport truck drove from a distance and stopped beside them. "Captain Simon, the machine gunners who will be added to your company have arrived." He shouted to the back car. "This is the 19th company, those who report to the 19th company, get off the car." Then nine new soldiers carrying RPK machine guns jumped out of the back car.

After saying hello, the troop transport truck continued to drive to the next destination. The driver on the side couldn't help but wonder. "So many machine gunners? Doesn't that mean each squad has two machine guns?"

"Yes." Captain Simon nodded and casually assigned the nine machine gunners to the nine squads. "Now our army's firepower is the best in the world."

The original time and space of the World War II German squad consisted of a squad leader, a machine gun team (the main and deputy machine gunners, plus an ammunition handler), and six ordinary infantrymen.

The squad leader's weapons were initially 98K, 1P38/40 submachine guns, and later STG44; the machine gun team was equipped with MG32 in the early stage and MG42 in the later stage; and most of the other soldiers were 98K rifles.

Today, the firepower configuration of the German front-line squad is one MG3 machine gun, four G43, two AKM, and one SVD; now there is one more RPK machine gun.

This firepower is several times higher than the original time and space.

The driver couldn't help but sigh. "Oh, this is amazing! If we had half this much firepower in the last war, we would have unified Europe long ago."