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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.

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.

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 The SS-general is marching in front of the convoy, silently and withdrawn.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...

"UNO DE LOS MEJORES ESCRITORES EUROPEOS, POSEE EL SENTIDO DEL SUSPENSE COMO POCOS" STAFFORDSHIRE EVENING STANDARD, INGLATERRA Un comando especial del regimento de castigo vestido con uniformes rusos conquista 4 carros de combate T-34. Esclarecimiento a larga distancia detrás de las lineas rusas en el Caucaso. El año es 1942. Hora tras hora los carros ruedan hacia el Este. Varias veces son invocados por las secciones rusas. Seguimos a los soldados en su lucha desesperada para volver a las lineas alemanas. Las distancias son grandes, los amigos pocos y la muerte siempre pisando los talones.

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.

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"UNA OBRA MAESTRA" CHICAGO SUNDAY TRIBUNE La falta de soldados hace que Hitler usa cualquier posibilidad para llamar a filas. Criminales, presos políticos y desertores son amnistiados y mandados a la guerra. Todos terminan en un batallón de castigo y son mandados a los peores misiones. La obedeciencia ciega es de lo más crudo. No menos de veinte veces al día se les recuerda bajo maldiciones e instrucciones prusianas que pertenecen a un regimiento disciplinario y que serán los mejores soldados del mundo. El Regimiento Blindado no. 27 es obligado a luchar en una guerra en la cual ninguno de sus

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.

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.

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.

Bloody partisan fights rage in the Balkans. Grenades rain down over the streets. From the rooftops, a heavy machinegun fire strikes down on the hunting battalion. Moaning, the injured soldiers crawl for cover. Molotov cocktails explode with hollow roars, and the burning liquid splash up on humans and materiel. - Partisan, the major stutters terrified and jumps off the vehicle. Porta salutes him with an idiotic smile. - Reporting to the Major that they will probably make it hot for us!

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.

At least one battalion of flame-throwers is swinging around like a pack of crazy wild boars. Long, flaming red tongues of fire are hissing from the towers, charring every living thing. From the GPU-prison stream shoals of red prisoners. A barrage of incredible dimensions is hammering down behind the Germans. It seems like the Russians have guessed that they are pondering an escape and want to stop it with an impenetrable wall of fire, spreading as far as the eye can see.

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.

The Soviet Union has launched a round the clock assault on the Mannerheim Line. The men of the Finnish Army, outnumbered, and outclassed by the world’s largest military industrial complex, are hanging on by their fingernails. Desperate to relieve the pressure, High Command assigns Pekka and Hale a new mission, disrupting the Soviet supply lines to relieve the beleaguered Finnish forces. During the first operation the pair makes a startling discovery that will lead Hale down a path he does not want to tread. To bolster Hale and Pekka’s efforts, the Finnish High Command surprises the pair...

Soldaterna i det 27:e straffregementet befinner sig på den ryska fronten. Utrustade med pansarfordon ska de utföra den omöjliga uppgiften att upprätthålla den tyska offensiven mot den Röda armén. Egentligen borde Sven, Porta, Lillebror och de andra soldaterna i det 27:e regementet varit döda för länge sedan, men de kämpar varje dag för sin överlevnad, snarare än för att bringa ära till Tyskland. Sven Hassel-serien. ”Döden på larvfötter” är den andra delen i serien om Sven Hassel och de andra soldaterna i det 27:e straffregementet.

In dit boek vecht het bataljon aan Duitse zijde in het Beleg van Stalingrad. Het Duitse leger is omsingeld, de voorraden zijn op en hun dagen lijken geteld. Onder leiding van een dissidente, fanatische generaal van de SS doet een kleine groep soldaten een poging om uit deze wanhopige situatie te ontsnappen, wetende dat ze daarmee ingaan tegen directe orders van de legerleiding.

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.

In Hassels zesde boek over de Tweede Wereldoorlog verplaatsen de gebeurtenissen zich naar Warschau. In 1944 komt het Poolse leger daar in verzet tegen de Duitsers om het land te bevrijden. Een ongelofelijk bloederige veldslag is het gevolg. Op zijn kenmerkende, nietsontziende wijze beschrijft Hassel de gruwelen van deze tragische maar dappere episode uit de Poolse geschiedenis.

Monte Cassino, das heilige Kloster nordwestlich von Neapel. Die Deutschen haben riesige Verteidigungspositionen aufgebaut. Die Schlacht von Monte Cassino im Winter und Frühjahr 1944 wird zu einer unbeschreiblichen Hölle, sowohl für die Verteidiger als auch für die Angreifer. Auf der Seite der Alliierten stehen Flugzeuge, Artillerie, Panzer und Infanterie von vielen Nationen auf dem Spiel.