At three o'clock in the morning, the atmosphere in General Kruger's command was solemn and depressing. The lights are dim and the shadows of monument cast on the walls. Kruger sat at the table full of documents, his eyes covered with bloodshot. His long command and combat were exhausted, but his eyes still showed resoluteness. At this time, he had just received a report of Lieutenant General Mueller's casualties. The coffee cup in his hand trembled unconsciously, leaving a dark brown round mark on the table, just like an unforgettable war on this land. Scars. "The report said that the direct artillery of the army lost 37% of the 150mm howitzer," the adjutant stood aside, reporting in a low voice, "However, we also made the Soviet Guards' 11th Tank Army pay 89 tanks. cost." Kruger held the report tightly, his nails almost embedded in paper, his voice hoarse but extremely firm: "Let the logistics trains give priority to replenishing anti-tank ammunition. Tell the medical teams of each division that all the wounded must be sent before dawn. We cannot let the soldiers They sacrificed in vain, and they could not wait for death in pain." When the first ray of sunshine pierced the sky filled with smoke with difficulty, the Berezinna River was in a tragic state. The once graceful willow tree has long turned into a charred stake, as if it was torn by the devil's claws. Floating on the river are the wreckage of destroyed BA-64 armored vehicles, their twisted metal shells flashing coldly in the sun. The oil stains shine with strange rainbow lights in the **** ripples. It is a cruel portrayal of war and a silent elegy for the disappearance of life.

The German engineers were busy in the trenches, and they used their captured Soviet helmets to scoop out the water accumulated in the trenches. The mud and water mixed with blood poured out of the steel helmet and dripped on this land ravaged by the war. Medical soldier Hans knelt in the mud, sweat and mud intertwined his face, trying to use hemostasis to clamp the broken artery in the body of a corporal who was shot in the chest. The corporal's face was as pale as paper, his lips trembled slightly, and he let out a faint moan. "Hold on, brother, you'll be fine." Hans comforted softly, but he didn't dare to stop the movements in his hands. His eyes were full of anxiety and concentration. On this cruel battlefield, every second was about life and death. Five days later, the army staff gathered in the conference room full of bullet holes. The bullet marks on the wall seemed to tell the fierce attacks that had been suffered here. Kruger stood in front of the huge aerial photo, his eyes lit up. He noticed Major General Frank's bandaged right hand was still trembling slightly, which was the pain left by the war and the medal of honor. "Your heroism has won the empire time to reorganize the defense line," Kruger used his teaching stick to hit the area of ​​the craters on the aerial photos, and the sound echoed in the conference room. "But we must be clear that the Soviet army is in Rogachev To assemble new armored troops in the direction. They will not let go, and we must not relax. I require each division to complete the mobile defense marshal in three days, and each infantry regiment must be equipped with a companion assault gun team. We must be at the fastest speed, The strongest line of defense is to welcome the enemy's next attack." The staff nodded one after another, and their eyes revealed firmness and determination. Although the shadow of war still lingers, their loyalty to the empire and their desire for victory have never been extinguished. At the rear maintenance station, Sergeant Schneider was taking people to replace the load-bearing wheels for the returned assault gun. The smell of engine oil and metal is permeated in the repair station, and the sound of various tools colliding is intertwined. Schneider pointed to the brand new bullet marks on the gun shield and explained to the apprentices around him: "This is the jump mark left by the 76mm ZIS-3. Fortunately, our 45mm tilted armor was strong enough to block this deadly one. Strike. Remember that on the battlefield, every detail is about life and death, and every repair must be foolproof." The apprentices listened carefully, nodding from time to time, their eyes flashing with a desire for knowledge and awe of war. However, suddenly, the sharp air raid alarm broke the brief tranquility. The alarm echoed in the air like a demon's roar. Everyone looked up and saw the outline of the Il-2 attack aircraft vaguely visible in the clouds. They were like black ghosts approaching the maintenance station.

"Hurry, hide!" Schneider shouted. The apprentices quickly scattered around in search of cover. The anti-aircraft guns began to roar, and the tracer bombs weave a net of death in the air. The fire of the shell explosion shone in the sky, illuminating the land shrouded by war. Under the attack of anti-aircraft guns, the Il-2 attack aircraft sometimes dives and sometimes pulls up, trying to break through the defense and drop deadly bombs. When night fell, the air strike finally ended. The maintenance station was in a mess, and several equipment that had not been hidden in time were blown to pieces. Schneider crawled out of the bunker and looked at the miserable situation in front of him, his heart full of anger and helplessness. War is so cruel that it can take away everything at any time. Kruger stood alone on the open-air platform on the top floor of the observatory. The artillery fire flashed from time to time in the northern sky lit up the Knight's Iron Cross on his chest, which was a symbol of his honor and a burden of his responsibility. The front line fifty kilometers away was like a breathing fire dragon, with flames intertwined with smoke, and explosions were endless. The Admiral knew that this battle between steel and will was far from over. He looked at the direction of war, and his mind was filled with thoughts. The Fourth Army paid a huge price in this war, but they also used tenacious resistance and new war machines to carve new marks on the long scroll of history. Although he knew that the mark would eventually be washed away by a stronger torrent, it did illuminate the last glory of Germany on this chilly spring night of 1944. On the battlefield, the soldiers still stood firm. They endured hunger and exhaustion in the cold trenches, waiting for the enemy's next attack. Every soldier knew that behind them was the motherland and family, they could not retreat, they could only move forward. A young soldier leaned against the wall of the trench, holding a photo of his family in his hand. The photo was a little yellowed, but his eyes were filled with tenderness and longing. "Mom, Dad, I will go back alive." He murmured softly, his voice so small but so firm in the hustle and bustle of war. On the Soviet side, the commanders were also deploying new offensive plans in full swing. They looked at the German defense line on the Berezine River on the map, and their eyes revealed a firm determination. "We must break through their defense and fight for the liberation of the motherland." The Soviet commander said loudly, his voice inspiring every soldier. In this war, everyone, whether it was the German or the Soviet army, was involved in the torrent of history. They struggled in steel and artillery fire, wandering between life and death. The land on the banks of the Berezine River has witnessed too many sacrifices and glory, and it will always remember this cruel and tragic history. Over time, the German divisions began to organize mobile defense marshals according to Kruger's orders. The soldiers were busy day and night, digging trenches, laying out defense lines, and deploying assault guns to various key locations. They knew that the upcoming battle would be even more cruel, but they were not afraid. In a temporary barracks, a group of soldiers sat around and shared the few foods.

Their faces were full of fatigue, but their smiles were still bright. "When the war is over, I will go home and plant my potatoes." A soldier said with a smile. "I'm going to see my fiancée, she must be waiting for me." Another soldier's eyes shone with a glimmer of happiness. In this cruel war, these simple wishes became their motivation to persevere. And in the German command center, Kruger was still nervously commanding everything. He kept contacting the divisions to understand the arrangement of the defense line and adjust the combat plan. He knew that the outcome of this war was not only related to the fate of the empire, but also to the lives of countless soldiers. At the same time, the Soviet armored troops were assembled in the direction of Rogachev. Their tanks flashed coldly in the sun, and their muzzles pointed directly at the German defense line. A new storm is coming, and the war on the banks of the Berezinna River will burn again. When the dawn shone on this land again, the German soldiers were already ready. They looked into the distance, their eyes full of vigilance and determination. With a command, the Soviet tanks began to launch and rushed towards the German defense line. No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading! For a moment, the sound of gunfire was deafening, and the smoke of gunpowder filled the entire battlefield. The German assault guns roared and opened fire on Soviet tanks. The shells exploded in the tank group and the flames soared into the sky. The Soviet tanks were not to be outdone and fought back one after another. On the battlefield, the roar of tanks, the explosion of shells, and the shouts of soldiers were intertwined, forming a cruel symphony of war. Both sides paid a heavy price in this fierce battle. The soldiers were shuttled through the rain of bullets and people kept falling down, but their comrades did not retreat and continued to charge forward. The land on the banks of the Berezinna River was stained with blood, and the river water seemed to be ignited by war. Kruger stood in the observation center and was closely watching the situation on the battlefield. There was no fear on his face, only calmness and decisiveness. He kept giving orders, adjusting the defense line, and commanding the German army to resist tenaciously. Although the war was severe, he firmly believed that as long as they were united, they would be able to hold on to the line of defense. As the battle continued, there were gradually gaps in the German defense line. Soviet tanks broke through some defense lines and rushed towards the rear of the German army. Kruger realized that the situation had reached a critical moment. He immediately ordered the reserves to join the battle and block the gap at all costs. The soldiers of the reserve team rushed to the battlefield like tigers. They held their guns and charged towards the Soviet tanks.

Under the fire of tanks, they kept falling down, but their figures were like immortal monuments, standing on the battlefield. After a fierce battle, the German army finally successfully blocked the gap. On the battlefield, the smoke of gunpowder gradually dissipated, leaving behind a mess. The soldiers on both sides left countless blood and lives on this land. Although the battle has been temporarily over, the shadow of the war still lingers on the banks of the Berezine River. Kruger looked at the land ravaged by war, feeling filled with emotion. He knew that the war would continue and they would face more challenges. But he believed that as long as their will remain unswerving, they would be able to hold on to the last moment in this battle between steel and will. In the following days, the German and Soviet troops were in a stalemate on the banks of the Berezine River. Both sides are constantly adjusting their deployment, replenishing their troops, and preparing for the next attack. Although the war on this land has temporarily subsided, the clouds of war have never dissipated. In another theater command, the lights also remained asleep all night. Cun Yunsheng stood in front of the huge map, with various symbols and lines densely marked on the map, which was the military deployment of the war zone he was responsible for. But at this moment, his mind was not on this map at all, but was attracted by the information he had just received about the battlefield on the Eastern Front. His brows were frowning, and the intelligence documents in his hand were slightly frowned. After hearing about the victory and defeat of the Eastern Front battlefield, he couldn't help but take a breath. "I have to say that this kind of war of millions is only Su De who has the confidence to fight." He murmured in a low voice, his voice full of emotion and shock. "If it were me, not to mention anything else, just one logistics can break me up." He knew very well the importance of logistics support to a war, it was the lifeline of war, and with such a huge scale of war, logistics The pressure is unimaginable. Although he has won many battles on his own battlefield, those are actually small-scale battles. The largest battle he has experienced is just a confrontation of tens of thousands of people. Compared with the scale of the investment of millions of troops on the Eastern Front battlefield, it is really a slim and not enough to see. The scale of the war of millions of people is absolutely extremely strict on the commander. On such a battlefield, it is normal to not sleep for several days and nights. The commander should not only always pay attention to the ever-changing changes in the battlefield situation, but also coordinate the forces of all parties and make precise and decisive decisions. If there is a slight mistake, it may lead to a reversal of the battle situation and the lives of countless soldiers disappear. "Commander, hasn't the winner been decided yet?" Milong walked over from the side, with confusion and curiosity on his face, and hesitated for a moment and asked. He was also full of strangeness and awe for large-scale wars like the Eastern Front battlefield. Cun Yunsheng slowly turned around, looked at Milong, shook his head gently, and said with a serious expression: "There is no chance to decide the winner in a few months. Although both sides are now suffering more than 100,000 casualties, it is just Just an appetizer.” He knew very well that this was just the beginning of the war, and a more cruel and fierce battle was still behind. Both the Soviet and German sides are constantly investing in troops and materials. This war is no longer just a confrontation between military forces, but also a contest between the country's comprehensive strength and willpower.

"It takes so long?" Milong was very surprised. (This chapter is finished)