After the Germans successfully resolved the threat of the Soviet fighter with exquisite tactics and advanced weapons, the focus of the battlefield quickly shifted from the sky to the ground. For a while, the Soviet ground forces fell into the fierce bombing of the German violent storm. A bomb with a sharp whistling sounded to the Soviet position like a rain. The earth was trembling violently, soil and gravel were thrown high, forming huge mushroom clouds. The Soviet soldiers ran around, looking for a shelter, but the shadow of death was like a shadow. Some people flesh flesh under the impact of the bomb, and some people were buried by the collapsed labor, and the painful moaning sounded in the explosion. On the battlefield, there are broken arms and burning vehicles everywhere, a scene of purgatory on earth. However, Lieutenant Lieutenant Leblko of the Soviets is by no means a idle. At this critical juncture, he stood on the command car, his eyes were firm and decided, and he hesitated. When the machine was interrupted, he issued an order: "The armored force, launched an attack on the German position!" In his heart, a set of combat ideas have been formed. : As long as the two armed forces are connected, the German fighters will be taboo and dare not bomb them at will. Moreover, he firmly believes that as long as the oil of the German fighters is exhausted, they will naturally leave, and the Soviets can re -control the initiative of the battlefield. The staff next to Lieutenant Leblko were busy nervously. Their forehead was covered with sweat, and the telegram in their hands kept making a titer of answering, which quickly conveyed various instructions.

After hearing the commands, the soldiers moved quickly. The engine of a tank was deafening, as if the roar of the ancient giant beast. These tanks like one -headed steel giant, spitting black smoke, rushing towards the German position. The tanks' eyes were firm, holding the pole tightly, there was only one belief in my heart: win! However, Colonel Hartman of the Germans is not a panter. He is a well -known air combat ace in the German army, with rich combat experience and keen insight. When he saw the action of the Soviet armored forces, the corner of his mouth rose slightly, showing a confident smile. He knew the intention of the Soviet army, but he would not let them succeed. Colonel Hartman made a decision quickly, and decisively led the ME262 squadron, like a group of black falcons, flew towards the artillery position behind the Soviet army. The ME262 fighter screamed in the sky, and the fuselage flashed with cold metallic luster under the sun. After arriving at the target area, Colonel Hartman made an order: "Attack!" The fighter dive quickly, and the sharp whistling broke through the sky. One bomb fell from the fighter's bomb bay and smashed accurately towards the Soviet Artillery position. For a time, the Soviet artillery position was soaring, and the explosion sounded. A gate artillery was destroyed in the bombing, the cannons were distorted and deformed, the gunners ran around, some were blown up with flesh and blood, and some were frightened to find a place to avoid. The original violent artillery covered by the Soviet army finally stopped, and there was a desperate atmosphere in the smoke on the battlefield. The excellent performance of the Air Force on the battlefield, like a strong needle for the Germans on the ground, has greatly encouraged their morale. After the soldiers of the Fifth Infantry Division of the German Army stopped, after seeing the Soviet artillery fire stopped, the flames of hope were reappeared in their eyes, and their counterattack became more and more fierce. The soldiers shouted the slogan, and the voice sounded thoroughly: "For the empire, for the victory, rush!" They lifted the weapons in their hands and launched a round of attacks to the Soviet army. Some soldiers held rifles and fired the Soviet soldiers accurately; some soldiers held machine guns and scanned the enemy crazy. Under their tenacious resistance, the Soviets were repelled again and again. On the battlefield, the body of the Soviets accumulated like a mountain, and blood stained the earth. In the end, with the combination of the Air Force's shooting and bombing, the Soviets finally couldn't support it, gave up the attack, and began to retreat slowly. "What is the loss of infantry?" Hurdor asked with a dignified look.

At this time, he stood in the combat room of the Group Army Command, and the map was densely marked with the military deployment and combat situation of both sides. "The loss is not very large. With the iron fist rocket, they destroyed a lot of Soviet tanks. There were almost hundreds of vehicles. This time the Soviet army ate a lot of losses." The chief of staff replied excitedly. His face was filled with joy, and he was very surprised by the infantry division to achieve such a record. He knew that in normal times, it was almost impossible for the infantry division to repel the attack of the armored division. Even if it was barely defeated, he would inevitably lose heavy losses. This time, not only did not lose too much forces, but it destroyed a large number of Soviet tanks, which is undoubtedly a very good record. "Sure enough, it is a good thing, that is, there are too few quantities. If there are tens of thousands, you don't have to be afraid of the Soviet tank at all." Admiral Hand said with emotion. His eyes revealed a hint of regrets, knowing that the iron fist rocket launcher played a huge role in this battle. If the number is enough, the Germans will be more handy when fighting the Soviet tank. "Yeah, there is a small number. If there are more, the Soviets have been drinking a pot. I think Lieutenant Lyocco will be distressed now." Chief of Staff smiled. "It will definitely hurt. After all, I was wiped out shortly after. I lost so many tanks this time. I guess I have to doubt whether I have led the soldiers to fight." With a hint of jokes in his words, a rare breath appeared in a tense war atmosphere. "Where is Marshal's second armored group?" It seemed that he suddenly remembered something important. His eyes revealed a hint of anxiety, after all, in this fierce battlefield, a little more troops would win. "The first force, it takes about a few hours." The combat staff immediately replied. His voice was helpless, and he was very worried about the delay in reinforcements. "It's so long? Our helper report has been sent out for so long." General Hordes said with some dissatisfaction. His brows were tightly together, and he felt very annoyed by the slow actions of the reinforcements. On this rapidly changing battlefield, every second is crucial, and the late reinforcement may reverse the war situation. "There is no way. There are too many guerrillas in the rear to constantly harass the railway route, causing many railway lines to be destroyed, so it is delayed." The combat staff hurriedly explained. He knew that General Hand's mood at this moment also understood that the harassment of the guerrillas brought great obstacles to the movement of the reinforcements. These guerrillas were ghosts, and often attacked the railway line at night, causing great distress to the German logistics supplies and mobilization of reinforcements. Hearing the words, General Hotter's face was even worse: "This group of waste behind, even a group of guerrillas can't solve it, what to do." In his tone It is unforgivable to ensure that the basic tasks of the railway line are unblocked to ensure the smooth railway line are unforgettable. "If you have n’t fought for too long, you ca n’t fight anymore. You should send them to the front line. If you go back for a while, you will fight." The chief of staff attached to the side. He was also disappointed with the performance of the rear troops, and believed that only by letting them go to the front line to experience the baptism of war, can they truly enhance the combat effectiveness. "This suggestion is good. Looking back, I react to the Supreme Commander." General Hold nodded. He felt that the advice of the chief of staff made sense and decided to report the matter to his superiors. "Ordering all troops must block the Soviet attacks, and the reinforcements are about to arrive." Admiral Hatt said loudly. "Yes!" The staff responded in unison and quickly conveyed the order. However, the situation in front lines has not been relieved due to this order. The soldiers of the Fifth Infantry Division of the German Army had just been briefly rest, and the Soviets launched an charge again. The soldiers watched the Soviet army's dense tank group attacking them again, and their hearts were full of helplessness. "Can't people rest for a while?" A young soldier said exhausted. His face was full of dust, and his eyes revealed deep fatigue. He has been fighting for several days in a row, and his body and spirit have reached the limit. There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book! "They are again, isn't they afraid?" Another soldier frowned. He was puzzled in his tone, and was very puzzled by the Soviet army's so tenacious offense. In his opinion, the Soviets had suffered major losses and should be temporarily retreated and re -adjusted the deployment. "These bastards, this time we must teach them fiercely." A veteran clenched the weapon in his hand and said with his teeth. His eyes revealed a firm determination, vowing to fight the Soviet army to the end. The veteran has participated in many battles and has experienced countless trials of life and death. His hatred for the Soviet army has penetrated into the bone marrow. The battle quickly entered a fierce state. However, this situation is different from the past. Lieutenant General Ribalko was furious, and his heart was full of humiliation and anger.

As a commander of the armored army, leading the armored division's offensive infantry division should have been easy. However, the reality gave him a heavy blow. Not only did he not win the position, it was also destroyed by the enemy nearly 200 tanks. If this is spread, what is the face of his armored army commander? You may not even be able to keep this position, you can go home to hug your children, this is not a joke. Last defeat, if it wasn't for Zhu Kev Libao, it was estimated that he would have been converted to reserve, and went home to hold his grandson. If he defeats again this time, he will definitely be fooled to the end, and even a big soldier is not as good as a big leader. Therefore, in order to win the position as soon as possible to save his reputation and position, he was angry and issued an almost crazy order: "All the troops in the hands are pressed!" Nearly 1,500 tanks lined up on the battlefield without any tactical formation, just like a steel torrent, rushing towards the German position. There is only one goal, that is, crushing all enemies blocked in front of them. The roar of the tank was deafening, and the track crushed the ground, raising a dust. The Soviet soldiers shouted the slogan and followed the tank charge, and their eyes were full of enthusiasm and determination. Seeing the aggressive Soviet army, Major General Balenz, the fifth infantry division, was gloomy. He knows that his troops are left now 5,000. Faced with such a large number of tanks, and then continue to fight, the whole army will definitely be overwhelmed. Major General Bearingz is an experienced general. He knows that retreating is the only choice in this case, but the order of retreat is extremely difficult for him. "The number is too much. This time it is not what we can block. Phase power to the Command of the Group Army, and ask for retreat." Major General Berlanz said lowly. His eyes revealed helplessness and despair. As a general, he ordered the retreat to be the most unwilling to do, but in this case, he had no choice. Soon, General Holt received a telegram. When he learned that the Soviet army actually dispatched more than a thousand tanks, he was also shocked. "This is crazy? All the attacks?" General General General Holde couldn't believe his ears. His eyes were full of surprise and doubt. He couldn't think of it, and he would make such a crazy move. "General General, you should use the reserve, otherwise the front line forces will not be able to support it anymore." The chief of staff hurriedly advised. His face was full of anxiety, knowing that the situation was critical, and he had to make decisions as soon as possible. The chief of staff has always been the power assistant of General Holt on the battlefield, and his suggestions can often play an important role at critical moments. Admiral Hotter also held two armored divisions in the 12th and 19th, almost 500 tanks, and the oil was only enough to charge once. Originally, he was ready to wait until the reinforcement arrived, and launched a counterattack together to give the Soviets a fatal blow. As a result, the development of the situation can no longer be allowed to wait, and the reserve must be used in advance, otherwise the front line will definitely not be able to keep it. Moreover, retreat is not so simple. In the absence of cover, infantry could not run the tank at all. "Seeking for help for the Air Force." Admiral Hand frowned. He hopes that the Air Force can renew to help again to relieve the pressure on the front line. The Air Force played an important role in previous battles, and he expects that the Air Force can create a miracle again. "The Air Force has returned to the airport to carry out fuel supplies, and it cannot be supported for the time being." The chief of staff reminded. After hearing this news, General Hand's mood was heavier. He knew that he could only rely on the troops in his own hands. "Well, then invest in all the reserve teams, and order the twelfth and nineteenth Armored divisions to join the battle immediately. No matter what the price pays, we must be nearly defended by the Third Tank Group Army. The king. His eyes revealed a firm determination and strong fighting spirit, and vowed to fight the Soviets. "Yes!" Chief of Staff led him, and quickly conveyed General Hotter's order. After receiving the order, Major General Cerassors, who had been waiting impatient, received an order, immediately shouted excitedly: "The army attacked, and the Soviet Army's Third Tank Group Army." His voice was full of passion and fighting spirit. It seems to have seen the dawn of victory. Major General Gryler is a young and promising general. He is eager to build a merit on the battlefield. This battle is an excellent opportunity for him. "Yes!" The soldiers shouted in unison, and their voice sounded thoroughly. Two hundred leopard tanks made a neat roar, rushing towards the Soviet tank in the distance. (This chapter is finished)