Chapter 687: German-Soviet War (31)

Just as everyone in the Pentagon was arguing about whether to let the American soldiers in Belarus and Ukraine withdraw, the combat meeting room in the Kremlin was already in chaos.

When the first line of defense was breached, everyone was not too panicked. After all, this was the planned "leading the dog into the village", but then the second line of defense was also breached, and everyone felt that something was wrong, it was too fast.

When the third line of defense was also breached, everyone finally panicked. According to the plan, this third line of defense should have stopped the German army, and then blocked the gap between the second and first lines of defense, and "closed the door and beat the dog". But now, let alone closing the door, the defense line that was supposed to be a copper wall and iron wall has been poked with a big hole, and what about annihilation.

"How did Comrade Budyonny defend!" Staring at the arrows on the huge sand table indicating the movement of the German army, Stalin's fists creaked, and his eyes were about to spit fire.

In the Western Front Command, Marshal Budyonny was sweating profusely and kept muttering. "How could this happen? How could this happen?"

They imitated the German defense line, and there was also a stronghold at intervals, but these strongholds that should have been as solid as a rock were broken like eggs under the fierce attack of the German army. Marshal Budyonny was in a hurry to deploy troops to plug these gaps, but unfortunately he was unable to do so. Large numbers of German troops passed through these defense lines and galloped across the vast land of Ukraine and Belarus, as if there was no one in the land.

The advance troops did not attack the cities along the way, but bypassed them and continued to advance. The bridges along the way were also captured by the German special forces who sneaked in beforehand.

In the evening, a German reconnaissance team arrived at the outskirts of a village. Several children playing on the hillside not far away curiously watched the jeeps with iron crosses printed on them slowly approaching.

Schmidt, the captain of the reconnaissance team sitting in the co-pilot of the leading jeep, waved to the three children and greeted them in Ukrainian, which was not very fluent. "Hey, kid, come here."

"It seems that life here is not easy." The machine gunner in the back seat looked at the children's clothes with patches on them and couldn't help sighing. "It reminds me of us more than ten years ago."

The three children came over hesitantly, and Schmidt took out a box of chocolate beans from his pocket and poured out a few to share with them. "Come, have some candy."

During the World War II in the original time and space, cocoa was not grown in Germany or even in the whole of Europe. The raw materials for chocolate production were scarce materials, and the output could not meet the needs of the entire army. Therefore, chocolate was not part of the regular military rations of the German army. It was mostly included in special rations or emergency rations, and was given priority to special units of the front-line combat troops, such as pilots, paratroopers, mountain soldiers, armored soldiers, U-boat crews, etc., so as to replenish energy, maintain physical strength, and improve morale in a harsh environment.

In other words, not all German soldiers can eat chocolate. As the saying goes, things are precious because they are scarce. German soldiers regarded eating chocolate as the "supreme luxury." The Hildebrand Chocolate Factory was destroyed by air raids in 1943 and was forced to stop production, but other German chocolate factories continued to produce chocolate products in small batches, and German soldiers were still able to get this precious ration from time to time until 1945.

But now, because Africa is in the hands of the German army, chocolate can also be supplied to the front-line troops in unlimited quantities.

Schmidt smiled kindly and asked while distributing chocolate beans. "Children, what are your names?"

The three children replied timidly.

"Domushka."

"Katerina."

"Gurya."

The children took the chocolate beans and put them carefully into their mouths, and their faces suddenly showed happy smiles.

Schmidt asked again. "What is the name of this village?"

"Goratz."

Schmidt took out the map and looked through it carefully for a while, and nodded. "This is it, this is the border of Ukraine. Send a message to the division headquarters, we have arrived in Goratz." After giving an order, Schmidt continued to ask. "Are there any troops in the village?"

The three children shook their heads. "No."

Schmidt distributed a few more chocolate beans to the children, pulled out the small national flag stuck on the front of the car, and handed it to the children. "Go and invite your village chief over, and uncle will give you some delicious food."

The children ran to the village.

But they went for a long time and no one came back. Suddenly, a gunshot was heard in the village, and Schmidt was shocked. "Prepare for battle!"

The machine gunner behind asked in confusion. "Didn't they say there were no Soviet soldiers in the village? Did those kids lie to us?"

Schmidt shook his head. "This is not the Soviet Mosin-Ganna rifle, it looks like a shotgun." But shotguns are used for hunting in the mountains. Who would shoot in the village for no reason? Could it be that these villagers are going to use shotguns to resist? !

Just when Schmidt was wondering whether to call for air support, several figures appeared at the entrance of the village.

A few middle-aged men supported a gray-haired old man and walked over. The old man was holding the small national flag that Schmidt gave to the children. "Sirs, I am Kozlov, the village chief."

"I am Lieutenant Schmidt. Village chief Kozlov, what was the gunshot just now?"

Village Chief Kozlov took a few breaths and said angrily. "Sir, please don't get me wrong. We very much welcome your army to liberate us. But there are a few Russians in the village who say they will fight to the end. We have already driven them into a warehouse, but they have shotguns in their hands, and we also use them. There is no way, it’s just a stalemate.”

Schmidt nodded. "We can handle this kind of thing, Hans, you follow me into the village. The others stay here to be on guard."

Two jeeps followed the village chief and his party back to the village and came to a warehouse. I saw a lot of people surrounding the warehouse. Some of these people were holding hoes, some were holding sticks, and a few were holding old-fashioned shotguns and pointing at the warehouse. From time to time, there were curses coming from the warehouse, saying that they were all traitors and that Comrade Stalin would not let them off lightly.

Schmidt couldn't help but sneer when he heard these curses. "Is this here?"

Mayor Kozlov nodded. "Yes, they're all in the warehouse."

Schmidt asked the village chief to evacuate the surrounding crowd, and then gave the order. "Fire!"

Two MG3 machine guns fired fiercely at the warehouse, instantly ridding the warehouse of holes. The two machine guns each used up 300 rounds of ammunition. When the gunfire stopped, there was no movement in the warehouse.