World War II: Rise from a Soldier

When I woke up, I came to World War II in a parallel world. Becoming a second lieutenant of virtue, I couldn't refuse the military order, pushing myself to move forward. Witnessed death, witnessed conspiracy, witnessed rise and fall and destruction. Bright rockets pierced the dusky sky, and the roar of the flying fortress was ablaze with sparks. The roar of Stalin's hammer resounded throughout Berlin's night sky, and the roar of the torrent of steel shook the land of Western Europe. The Stg44 assault rifle is still singing loudly, this is its era. The Tiger tank still stubbornly launched the final charge, and the Wehrmacht was willing to sacrifice its last life for the old man. The SS raised their rifles again, rejecting fate. The King Tiger tank raised its proud head for the last time and smiled at the T34s all over the mountains and fields, and never returned. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.