Chapter 693: German-Soviet War (37)
Just as the German tanks wiped out the Soviet tanks, a fierce hand-to-hand fight broke out on the other side.
After a burst of artillery fire, the Russian Restoration Army soldiers shouted "Ura" and rushed into the Soviet position. The two sides immediately launched the most primitive face-to-face fight.
A Soviet soldier held a Mosin-Nagant rifle with a bayonet, and his bloodshot eyes stared at the Restoration Army soldiers on the opposite side who also held a Mosin-Nagant rifle. The brothers who were originally brothers met with swords at this moment, and their fierce eyes were full of murderous intent. They all wanted to stab the bayonet into each other's body to kill each other. The scene was really a bit weird.
"Traitor!" The Soviet soldier suddenly roared, rushed towards the other side with his bayonet, used the simplest stabbing and fighting technique, straightened his upper body, took a bow step forward, and stabbed directly with the gun.
"Running dog!" The Restoration Army soldier roared even louder, picked up the opponent's bayonet, and stabbed it fiercely with the bayonet in his hand. The Soviet soldier's reaction was not slow, and he blocked his bayonet with a block, and the Restoration Army soldier took advantage of the situation and exerted force, and the bayonet stabbed deeply into the opponent's thigh!
"Ah!" The bright red blood immediately dyed the Soviet soldier's thigh red. The severe pain made the Soviet soldier scream and fall to the ground, and the rifle in his hand was thrown aside.
The Restoration Army soldier knew the truth that whoever hates can live on the battlefield. Without the slightest hesitation, he pulled out the bayonet and stabbed it fiercely in his chest.
The Soviet soldier's open mouth was gurgling with blood bubbles, his painful eyes began to blur, his arms drooped weakly, and he never moved again.
The soldier of the Restoration Army half-crouched down, took out a magazine from his pocket, stuffed it into the chamber of the gun, pulled the bolt to load the bullet, aimed at the Soviet soldier who was confronting another soldier of the Restoration Army in the distance, and pulled the trigger without hesitation. The bullet shot into his left waist, passed through his entire abdomen, and came out from his right waist, and the Soviet soldier fell to the ground helplessly.
At this time, more soldiers of the Restoration Army rushed into the Soviet position, and the remaining Soviet soldiers finally collapsed. They either fled everywhere or raised their hands to surrender, but they were still shot in the head.
The wave of attack was not limited to this place. On the hundreds of kilometers long front, the European army launched a fierce attack on the already broken Soviet defense line.
At this time, Marshal Budyonny, the commander-in-chief of the Western Front, received a telegram from the Kremlin. There were only a few words, but it made him laugh and cry.
"No retreat, attack immediately!"
The entire Belarus and Ukraine are like an egg. The three lines of defense are the slightly hard shell of the egg, and behind the lines of defense is the soft egg white and light yellow. Now the hard stone of the German army easily breaks the seemingly hard egg shell. Can those egg white and light yellow beat this hard stone? As long as a normal person with a little rationality knows that this is an impossible task.
At this time, the German vanguard is like a hungry wolf jumping into a flock of sheep, rampaging across the vast land of Belarus and Ukraine. Comrade Stalin actually wants them to attack at this time? !
"It seems that I have to die here." Putting down the telegram, Marshal Budyonny sighed deeply. At this critical moment, Stalin did not recall him, but sent such a telegram instead. His meaning could not be clearer.
But it was better this way. If he went back, he might not have a good ending. Pavlov was shot after losing hundreds of thousands of troops, and he was about to lose the entire Belarus and Ukraine. Even if he went back, even if he was not shot, he would probably be brought to a military court. It would be better to die here!
But he did not intend to defect like Timoshenko. He wanted to make a final effort for his motherland. "Let all troops retreat to the nearest city to build fortifications. We must fight the Germans to the end!"
The terrain of Belarus is flat, with plains and lakes; and the terrain of Ukraine is even flatter than Belarus. It would be a dead end to fight the German armored forces head-on in this terrain. Therefore, Marshal Budyonny wanted to gather all the troops in the city, fight street battles with the German army, consume the German army's troops as much as possible, and do his last bit of strength for this war.
After issuing this order, Marshal Budyonny looked at the political commissar comrade beside him. "Comrade Fominykh, you can go back to Moscow to report the battle situation here." When the German encirclement is completely closed, they will really become rats in a jar and it will be impossible to escape.
Political Commissar Fominykh smiled bitterly. "Marshal Budyonny, I don't have the habit of being a deserter."
Soon, Marshal Budyonny's order was passed to various troops. Almost at the same time, Eisenhower's retreat order was also passed to the US troops in Belarus and Ukraine. But looking at the German aircraft fleets flying frequently in the sky, the US commanders sighed depressedly. If they act rashly during the day, they will definitely enjoy the "meticulous" care of the German aircraft fleet!
"It seems that we can only act at night." Scott, the commander of the 23rd Division of the Expeditionary Force, ordered. "Order the entire division to prepare for retreat and set off tonight."
The chief of staff asked. "Should we notify the nearby Soviet troops?" What kind of thing is this? They had come all the way to attack the Germans, but now they have to retreat without firing a shot. It's really embarrassing. I wonder if the Germans will laugh to death if they know about this.
Division Commander Scott shook his head. "Forget it. Commander Eisenhower said Stalin didn't let them retreat. They don't dare to retreat. It's useless to say anything."
"This Stalin is real." The chief of staff curled his lips disdainfully. "Don't know how much he weighs? It's okay for him to just command a battle, but this is a war, a war about the fate of the country, so he can't hand over power to people who know how to fight? Why does he feel that he is more talented than Germany? ?”
Commander Scott shrugged. "I'm afraid he has killed all those who can fight. How many are left who can fight?"
"Then can we still win this war?" The chief of staff sighed in despair. "Maybe we shouldn't have participated in this war at all. It's all that stupid Roosevelt's fault. It would have been better if he had just handed the French gold back to Germany. Now it's better. Not only the gold in the treasury, but also the treasures in the museum have been People looted."
Commander Scott was stunned when he heard this. "The museum was looted? What happened?"
The chief of staff replied casually. "Two days ago, the Germans used bombs that could cut off power to bomb our industrial areas again. As a result, the big guys got scared and compromised again. The Germans wanted another 3,000 tons of gold, and those big guys couldn't afford that much gold. , I can only use the treasures in the museum as cash, don’t you think it’s a shame to throw them away.”
Commander Scott frowned deeply. "The Germans are really unpredictable in their behavior." There has never been such a deal between warring countries in the past. It is simply unheard of.