Chapter 143 The Battle of Poland (6)

"Declare war!"

In less than a minute when the order was sent to the front line, various artillery pieces that had been ready to fire poured shells at the targets that had been marked a few days ago.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The first to roar was the 152mm howitzer. Several German artillerymen covered their ears and watched the dazzling flames ejected from the muzzle. After the shells were fired, they began to clean the barrel. They used a simple lever machine to load the shells. Then the gunner closed the breech and fired the gun again. With a "boom" sound, another shell roared towards the target.

Although Wilhelm believed deeply in the saying that "caliber is justice and range is truth", it was a pity that Germany's national conditions did not allow him to waste even one kilogram of steel. In addition, the German army is good at blitzkrieg, and it needs artillery units that can keep up with the armored forces. It is impossible to build those big guys with large caliber, heavy tonnage and limited mobility.

So what he designed was the Soviet M-1943 howitzer. This thing was slightly inferior to similar guns in terms of range, but it was better in lightness. The total weight is only three tons, which is more than enough for a heavy truck to tow, a 7-man gunner, and a basic number of shells. In this way, this kind of howitzer is enough to accompany the armored troops rolling forward, and there will basically be no chance of falling behind.

The most eye-catching thing is the "Porcupine" multiple rocket launcher. (Wilhelm plans to completely inherit the zoo's naming habit and name this 122mm rocket launcher "Porcupine").

This 122mm "Porcupine" multiple rocket launcher is installed on the truck chassis based on the seat ring. Soldiers drive wedges into the front and rear sides of the truck tires to fix the position of the car. The hydraulic jacks on the cars are also slowly lowering, firmly supporting the bodies of these special trucks. Above the car's windshield, the iron plate that was originally hanging was lowered, tightly blocking the car's windshield and other windows.

The canvas behind the car was pulled open by the soldiers, revealing three rows of steel pipes, 12 in each row. They do not use a rail launch mode like the Soviet Katyusha rocket launcher, but use a 2.2 mm thick thin-walled tube director with a spiral guide groove. The 36 directional tubes are bundled through the front and rear square supports with longitudinal and transverse tensioning belts; a box-shaped universal support rotary disk is used.

After preparations were completed, the battalion commander, standing next to the command vehicle, issued the launch order. "Emission!"

"Brush!!"

"Swipe!!"

"Swish, swish, swish!!"

Unlike the deafening noise when a cannon is fired, a rocket launcher does not make that much noise when it fires, and the sound is not loud. It was just that the flames ejected from the tail of the rocket blew up the dust on the nearby ground, and mixed with the thick smoke produced by the combustion, the entire rocket launcher position was instantly submerged in a thick smoke and mist.

In the absence of air superiority, this kind of thick smoke is blatantly telling the enemy, "I'm here, come and beat me!" The entire rocket launcher is a real "living target" without any survivability.

However, a rocket launcher battalion threw 648 rockets at the target area in one go, fully meeting the tactical and technical indicators of forming a large firepower density in a short period of time. It can deliver a devastating blow to the enemy in a short period of time and effectively complete the task of suppression and annihilation. This weapon, which allows an artillery battalion to fire the firepower of three or even four artillery divisions in just 25 seconds, is also deeply praised. Soldiers like it, and military leaders also hope to equip more of this equipment.

Why wouldn't Wilhelm want to equip more of these exciting weapons? It would be best if each division could equip one or two battalions.

But for the cost of one salvo from a battalion, two and a half Jackal tank bodies can be built. No matter how wealthy he is, he can't afford this kind of squandering, so he can only slowly increase production.

The commander of the rocket launcher battalion climbed onto the roof of the command vehicle and watched the rockets rushing into the distance one after another. He couldn't help but sigh. "What a spectacle!"

What he didn't know was that this spectacular scene would be even more spectacular if viewed from the air.

At this time, Wolf and Schmidt, who happened to fly over the rocket launcher position, witnessed the magnificent scene below with their own eyes.

Wolf shook the wings and called Schmidt, who was flying level with him, through the radio. "Hey Schmidt, look down there!"

Schmidt nodded and responded. "I saw it, it's so fucking spectacular!"

If there was only one, you could only see a beautiful arc, but now, there are hundreds of them, one by one, flying through the sky, but the exhaust smoke of the engine clearly remains in the sky. Such a large number of rockets The bullet, like a leech, pounced on the opposite side. It can't help but remind people of the scenes in ancient battles where countless rockets flew past!

"Declare war!"

Traveling back and forth between London, Paris, and Berlin, Chamberlain was so tired that he was about to vomit blood. On the plane back home, he heard a voice coming from the radio.

Chamberlain, who was already exhausted physically and mentally, was even more furious now. He was trembling all over and coughing violently. He took the water glass handed over by his secretary and was about to take a sip when he spit out a large pool of black blood. His face looks like he aged ore than ten years.

The secretary was so frightened that he didn't even care about the water glass that fell to the ground, and hurriedly helped the shaky Chamberlain. "Your Excellency Prime Minister, Your Excellency Prime Minister, are you okay?" The current aircraft is not the "Air Force One" with complete medical equipment of later generations. Let alone a full-time doctor, there is not even a medical kit here.

Chamberlain shook his head feebly and spit out the mouthful of black blood. Although his whole body was weak, he felt that the splitting headache just now had slowed down a lot.

The war finally broke out!

Not long ago, he vowed to win peace for the British Empire in front of the whole country, but what happened now really slapped him in the face.

I'm afraid the parliament is already discussing impeachment?

"Declare war!"

Listening to Wilhelm's firm voice coming from the radio, Wilhelm II couldn't help but sigh.

Ms. Susan, who was sitting next to him and knitting a sweater leisurely, gave him a puzzled look. "What is with your reaction?"

Wilhelm II pointed to the radio. "Didn't you hear that there is another war in Europe?"

Ms. Susan asked. "Of course I heard it. I'm asking you what the sigh means? It doesn't sound like an accident, nor does it sound like distress. I only heard a little bit of worry, so what is the rest?"

Wilhelm II laughed dumbly and thought about it carefully before replying. "Maybe there is some expectation."

Ms. Susan stretched out her hand to hold Wilhelm II's right hand tightly and said softly. "Let the children work hard. You have been busy for the country all your life, and it's time to rest."

Prince Oscar, who was packing his backpack, agreed. "That's right, Dad. I think that boy is quite capable, so you don't have to worry. You worked hard all your life."

"..." Wilhelm II frowned slightly and looked at his heartless bastard son with some dissatisfaction. "Where are you going this time?"

"This time I am going to Shangri-La."