Showing results by author "Sven Hassel" in Historical Fiction

Rumor has it; they are being moved to Warsaw. Heide, who is always informed, claims that all hell is loose over there. There is talk of a German pullback from the eastern frontline. Thousands of British paratroops have landed and Polish soldiers converge on from the woods. But the Polish army is already doomed. Not only by the Reichsführer Himmler in Berlin, but also by Marshal Stalin. The Polish nationalists vainly beg the Red Army for help. But it has already been decided that the Polish communists are to take over Poland.

It is freezing 38 degrees. Stalingrad, the winter of 1942-1943. A chilling wind sweeps over the plains, slinging ice crystals into our faces. We are marching past thousands of frozen bodies. The SS-general is marching in front of the convoy, silently and withdrawn. He is angry. We realized that a while back. A fanatic who wishes to die in battle. And the SS-general wants to take as many to die with him as possible. "MOVING STUDY IN THE STALINGRAD CAMPAIGN...

The Legionnaire swings the MG-muzzle. The smoke eats its way into the officers’ stomachs. They drop to the snow-covered ground, coloring it red. Bestial shrieks sound from the woods as a wave of fur clad soldiers storm out. They are near the Finish-Russian frontline. The machine guns snarl till the magazines are emptied. Old Man’s platoon, with Tiny the giant and Porta in the lead, fights a rough battle behind Russian lines.

A special command from the convict regiment, wearing Russian uniforms, take over four Russian T-34 tanks. Remote reconnaissance far behind the Russian lines in Caucasus. The year is 1942. Hour for hour, the tanks roll eastward. Several times, Russian departments challenge them. We follow the soldiers in their desperate struggle to find their way back to the German lines. The distances are great, the friends are few and death is always right behind them.

It feels as if the entire area is blown up. A long rumbling explosion shakes the German position. Then an infernal scream sounds. Through flashes of fire, they see Tiny's huge silhouette with the light grey bowler on his head. He is standing by the end of the enemy trench with his machine gun resting on his hip. The tracer streak projectiles shoot out of the muzzle. Bewildered shapes flee in panic. - What a bunch of devils, the Russian lieutenant exclaims in admiration.

We hear the crawlers closing in. A T-34. They must have seen us, Tiny whispers. - Stay low until it is right here, then we run! The horrible clattering of the crawler comes closer and closer. I know this fear, creeping up the spine. It will mean certain death if they run just one second too soon. How we get up, I don't know, the legs move automatically. The tank wiggles over the hole and crushes everything in it. Then it rumbles on.

Heide wails, jumps up and lands on the other side of the trench, where he slides through the mud like a bulldozer. Our tank starts backing up in full speed. Porta has clearly also spotted the madness lying ahead in wait of spreading death and mutilation. Nothing travels as fast as the rumor that the front troops have hit the dreaded mines. Suddenly everything goes quiet. Even the heavy Maxim gun stops. Everyone holds their breath and waits for the mine to go off.

Porta struggles to keep the heavy tank between the marching soldiers. One moment of inattention, and he will bulldoze an entire company. An enormous fireball strikes the bushes in front of the vehicle. The panzer soldiers jump head first from the tanks for cover. With frightened eyes and beating hearts they lay in the sun, waiting for death. A great wall of fire rises towards the sky. - Stalin organ, Heide mumbles terrified. Porta speeds up the engine. The tank plows through sun and water. They are near Moscow, 1941.

Stationed on the Russian Front and now equipped with armoured vehicles, Sven Hassel and his comrades from the 27th Penal Regiment fight on remorselessly... All of them should be dead: Life expectancy on the Russian Front is measured in weeks. But Sven, Porta, Tiny and The Legionnaire fight to the end, not for Germany, not for Hitler, but for survival. Wheels of Terror is a sobering depiction of war's brutalities, and the violence and inhumanity that the history books leave out.

Convicted of deserting the German army, Sven Hassel is sent to a penal regiment on the Russian Front. He and his comrades are regarded as expendable, cannon fodder in the battle against the implacable Red Army. Outnumbered and outgunned, they fight their way across the frozen steppe.... This iconic anti-war novel is a testament to the atrocities suffered by the lone soldier in the fight for survival. Sven Hassel's unflinching narrative is based on his own experiences in the German Army.

Monte Cassinosta, Napolin pohjoispuolella sijaitsevasta pyhästä vuoresta, on tullut yksi Saksan armeijan tärkeimmistä puolustusasemista. Kun liittoutuneet hyökkäävät, käsky tulee suoraan Hitleriltä – saksalaisten asemia on puolustettava hinnalla millä hyvänsä, ja menetetyt asemat on vallattava takaisin vastahyökkäyksellä. Sven Hassel ja muut 27. panssarirykmentin sotilaat ovat taistelleet aiemmin itärintamalla, ja nyt he ovat keskellä yhtä toisen maailmansodan verisimmistä taisteluista.

Monte Cassino, monastère sacré au nord-ouest de Naples. Les Allemands ont construit d'énormes positions défensives. La bataille de Monte Cassino, livrée de l'hiver au printemps 1944, sera un enfer indescriptible, aussi bien pour les défenseurs que pour les attaquants. Les alliés font appel aux avions, à l'artillerie, aux blindés et à l'infanterie de plusieurs nations. Les forces allemandes sont dirigées par la meilleure troupe d'élite. Le Régiment Panzer nº 27 - le régiment disciplinaire - se trouve parmi elles.

Es scheint, als ob der ganze Boden in die Luft fliegt. Eine lange dröhnende Explosion erschüttert die deutschen Linien. Dann hört man einen höllischen Schrei. Durch die Feuerblitze ist die enorme Silhouette von Wolfgang Creutzfeldt mit der grauen Melone auf dem Kopf zu sehen. Er steht am Ende des feindlichen Grabens mit dem Maschinengewehr gegen die Hüfte gepresst. Aus dem Gewehrlauf werden die Lichtwege der Projektile gespuckt. Verwirrte Schattenbilder fliehen in Panik. - "Die sind ja wie der Teufel selbst!", ruft der russische Leutnant bewundernd aus.

Monte Cassino, det heliga berget norr om Neapel, var en naturlig observationspunkt. Sluttningarna, mindre höjder och dalen framför hade av tyskarna byggts ut till en av världens mest respektingivande försvarsställningar. Slaget om Monte Cassino vintern och våren 1944 var ett obeskrivligt helvete for både anfallare och försvarare. De allierade satte in allt vad de hade av flyg, artilleri, pansar och infanteri från många nationer och bland de tyska styrkorna stred de främsta elitförbanden.

Det går rykten om att vi ska till Warszawa. Där lär fan vara lös. Heide, som alltid vet besked, påstår att tusentals engelska fallskärmsjägare har kastats ner där och att polska soldater strömmar dit från skogarna. Hela Himmlers SS-Dirlewangerdivision skall ha slaktats på en enda natt. Det sista tror vi gärna på, för det stämmer med våra önskningar. SS-Brigadeführer doktor Dirlewanger är nog den mest hatade mannen i hela Östeuropa.

Mot östfronten rullar ständigt nya kolonner med vapen, ammunition och manskap. I motsatt riktning transporteras oupphörligen totalförstörda stridsfordon, artilleri och sjuktransporter med soldater som inte är mycket mer än vid liv. Sven och de andra soldaterna i det 27:e straffregementet lever i konstant fruktan för de ryska stridsvagnarna, som kommer närmre för varje dag. Ett felaktigt beslut innebär en säker död. Sven, Lillebror och Legionären befinner sig svårt sårade i en iskall godsvagn på en farlig resa västerut mot sjukhuset i Hamburg.

Il fait un froid de loup, moins 38 degrés. Stalingrad, hiver 1942-1943. Un vent gelé souffle sur la steppe et lance des cristaux de glace contre nos visages. Nous marchons sur des milliers de cadavres congelés. Le Général SS, silencieux et introverti, marche au devant de la colonne. Il est furieux. Ça fait longtemps que nous le savons. C'est un passionné, qui veut mourir au combat. Le Général SS veut emporter avec lui, vers la mort, le plus grand nombre de soldats.

27. panssarirykmentin sotilaat määrätään Neuvostoliiton rintamalle. Rangaistusjoukoista koostuvan rykmentin tehtävä on mahdoton: ylläpitää Saksan hyökkäystä puna-armeijaa vastaan hyytävän pakkasen ja matalalla lentävien pommikoneiden armoilla. On ihme, että Sven, Porta, Pikkuveli ja muut 27. rykmentin sotilaat ovat ylipäätään vielä hengissä. Sotilaskarkureista, poliittisista vangeista ja rikollisista koostuva rangaistusrykmentti kamppailee selviytyksään elossa – ei tuodakseen kunniaa Saksalle. Kuolema telaketjuilla jatkaa kirjasarjaa Sven Hasselin elämästä Saksan armeijan rangaistusjoukoissa.

Tiny aterrissa sobre a parte traseira do tanque—isso é suicídio—e esvazia a metralhadora dentro do veículo. Rápido, ele pula para o chão e joga uma granada de mão, com força, pela torreta aberta. O tanque pesado roda sem controle, esmaga alguns britânicos sob suas esteiras e bate na lateral da montanha, explodindo em um inferno de chamas. Os soldados alemães da divisão Panzer atacam com lança-chamas e granadas de fósforo. Não fazem prisioneiros, os sobreviventes são eliminados impiedosamente.

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