Transmigrated as the Crown Prince

"All 42 combat airfields around Moscow have been destroyed, and all Soviet air power has been wiped out."

"All 24 artillery positions were also destroyed."

"Our attack/bomber formations are bombing Soviet forward positions."

Compared with the worried senior leaders of the Soviet Union and the United States, in the combat control room of the Supreme Command in Berlin, good news came one after another, and everyone's faces were beaming with joy.

"According to intelligence judgment, the Soviet army deployed many anti-tank weapons and self-propelled artillery on the first line of defense. However, with the caliber and performance of these anti-tank weapons, it is difficult to penetrate the front armor of the Panther tank even at a distance of 200 to 300 meters. (Equipped with additional armor)." The Panther tank's 88mm tank gun can easily destroy targets at a distance of 1,000 meters or even 1,500 meters, giving it an absolute advantage.

"Didn't the Soviets convert many 152mm cannons into self-propelled artillery? Will these guys pose a threat to our tanks?" I don't know what these guys think, but they actually put 152 howitzers on tanks early ( KV-2), needless to say its power, even if there is no direct hit, the shock wave of the close-range explosion can stun the crew inside the tank. Now they still think there are not enough tanks, so they have produced a lot of self-propelled artillery to deal with their own tanks.

"Don't worry, let's not talk about their poor hit rate. Even if they can hit 100 times, they only have one chance to fire." Army Aviation Commander Marshal Richedhofen said with confidence. "Once these guys are exposed, our strike fleet will take care of them."

By this time, the bombing of the front lines of the Soviet positions had ended, and the bombed ground was filled with dense craters, like the surface of the moon.

In the Soviet frontline headquarters, a staff officer reported to Zhukov. "Comrade Commander, the German bomber group has left. Our soldiers have basically no casualties."

Zhukov nodded. "It seems that the German ground troops will launch an attack soon, so the soldiers are ready to fight and beat these invaders hard."

"But..." The staff officer hesitated for a moment before speaking. "There are German attack aircraft groups hovering over our position. Once our soldiers leave the underground fortifications and enter the position..."

"Damn it!" Zhukov slammed the table. Our own side does not have decent air defense firepower. Once the soldiers leave the underground fortifications and return to the ground positions, they will be attacked by these attack aircraft. But we can't let the soldiers hide in the underground fortifications and hand over the defense line to others in vain. After a while, Zhukov still ordered. "Be prepared to let the soldiers enter the position. They must overcome any difficulties. The Germans must not be allowed to rush through a line of defense."

"Yes!" The staff officer saluted and turned around to deliver the order.

Soon, there was a rumble in the distance, and the ground trembled slightly. German tanks and armored vehicles came like a tide.

The battle order was immediately transmitted to the underground fortifications in various front-line positions, and the Soviet soldiers hiding inside filed out and entered their respective positions to prepare for battle.

At this time, the German attack aircraft group hovering in the sky suddenly swooped down like vultures that had found food.

Most of these are Il-10 attack aircraft. Their weapons are two 20mm cannons. They can carry 250 kilograms of bombs under the wings, and the magazine can carry 400 kilograms of rocket launchers or small aerial bomb containers (submunitions).

One after another, attack planes circled down, firing bullets at the Soviet soldiers in the trenches. Because dive bombers fly from top to bottom, they can find the location of trenches very well. Wherever the fast bullets passed, a Soviet soldier fell to the ground. If he was lucky, he could still save his life. If he was unlucky, he would be directly shot into pieces by the 20mm machine gun shell.

"boom!"

A 250-kilogram bomb accurately landed on a Maxim heavy machine gun position, making a huge noise and shaking the ground. Mud fell from the sky as the explosion spread, hitting everyone's helmets with a crackling sound. The heavy machine gun was blown into parts, and the nearby Soviet troops suffered heavy casualties.

The German attack aircraft groups dived, strafed and dropped bombs one after another; the German armored forces were still more than ten kilometers away, and the Soviet first line of defense had already suffered heavy casualties.

In the frontline command center, Zhukov's face became increasingly ugly after receiving the report.

After a while, the German armored forwards arrived in front of the anti-tank trenches, and the accompanying bridging tanks began to build steel bridges over the anti-tank trenches.

At this time, on the Soviet position opposite, a body next to an anti-tank gun suddenly moved. Two hands stretched out from under the corpse and pushed the corpse away. A Soviet soldier covered in blood and dust struggled to sit up and looked around with a confused expression. "Comrade squad leader? Ivan? Marokov? Alexander?" I called several names in succession, but received no response. There were corpses everywhere, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood. The soldier was stunned for a moment and subconsciously looked at the anti-tank gun next to him.

Fortunately, the anti-tank gun was intact. Just as he was about to stand up, a sharp pain came from his left leg and his face instantly turned pale. Only then did he realize that his left leg was injured, maybe it was broken, maybe it was shrapnel inserted, but he didn't bother to check his injury, and struggled to crawl towards the anti-tank gun using his hands and feet.

The anti-tank gun had been loaded with shells, and he used the sight eyepiece to cover a German tank that was slowly driving through the anti-tank trench. He didn't know or care about how the Germans built bridges over the anti-tank trenches. All he could think about now was destroying many German tanks and avenging his dead comrades.

Taking a deep breath, watching the tank on the opposite side getting closer and closer, he pulled the gun rope hard.

The barrel of the tank gun suddenly retracted, and a pungent smoke rushed out of the barrel.

The soldiers did not hear the cannon fire.

"??" He dug his ears hard, but still couldn't hear any sound. He patted his face so hard that he couldn't even hear the sound of slapping his face.

He is deaf!

Stunned for a moment, he quickly looked at the tank he had just aimed at, but was frustrated to find that the tank was intact.

"Damn it!" the soldier muttered, and quickly took out a new shell from the ammunition box and prepared to load it into the barrel.

If his hearing was still there, he would have heard a terrible cracking sound in the sky, and an attack plane spotted the thick smoke when the gun was ejected from the chamber. "Hey, there's a fish that slipped through the net below." Then he swooped down and dropped a 250 kilogram bomb towards the anti-tank gun.

"boom!"

Just as the soldier was about to load the shells, the 250-kilogram bomb landed not far away and exploded. The terrible shock wave instantly tore him into pieces.