In the early spring of 1944, the situation on the Eastern Front battlefield was like a bowstring stretched to the extreme, on the verge of breaking out. In the Colinchi area, a land that has been repeatedly baptized by war, a new round of **** fighting has begun again. The Soviet army, with its overwhelming momentum, launched a ferocious attack, instantly igniting the beacon fire on this battlefield. "Counterattack, counterattack quickly, the Soviet army is attacking again." Major General Behrends, commander of the 3rd Armored Group and the 5th Infantry Division, stood in the headquarters and issued combat orders into the microphone at the top of his lungs. His face was full of exhaustion and anxiety, but his eyes showed determination and determination, and he was constantly thinking about how to hold the position and repel the waves of Soviet troops coming in like waves. At this time, on the opposite position, Soviet soldiers shouted slogans one after another, rushing toward the position of the Fifth Infantry Division like a raging tide. Their figures were looming in the diffuse smoke, their steps were firm and their momentum was like a rainbow. Ivanov, who was at the front, was burning with hatred for the invaders. He held the rifle tightly in his hand. The tragic scene of his hometown being trampled by the German army and the picture of his family being displaced emerged in his mind. This sorrow and anger turned into endless His strength drove him to rush towards the German positions without fear, even if there was a hail of bullets ahead and he was in a desperate situation where death was inevitable. "Where's the artillery attack? Fight back immediately." Major General Behrends was anxious. He knew that if the Soviet charge could not be suppressed in time, the position would be in danger. Deep in his heart, there was both helplessness about the cruelty of the war and a strong desire to hold the position. He could not let his troops be easily repelled by the Soviet army. It was not only about honor, but also about the lives of countless soldiers. .

As the order for shelling was issued, the deafening sound of shelling instantly resounded throughout the land. The German artillery positions were blazing into the sky, and the shells pierced the sky with sharp whistling sounds, flying towards the direction of the Soviet charge. On the position of the 5th Infantry Division, the MG42 general machine gun also began to roar, and dense bullets swept towards the rushing Soviet soldiers like raindrops. After a while, a huge firepower network was organized in front of the 5th Infantry Division's position, constantly sweeping across the desperately charging Soviet soldiers. However, despite the fierce German firepower, the Soviet offensive showed no signs of stopping. They were still not afraid of death. A group of soldiers in front fell, and the soldiers behind them followed without hesitation. They stepped on the corpses of their comrades and continued to charge towards the position of the 5th Infantry Division with murderous intent. "Damn, why are these Soviet troops so crazy?" Hans, a German soldier, couldn't help but curse. His face was full of fear and confusion, his body was shaking, and his heart was filled with fear. In his knowledge, he had never seen such a life-and-death charge, which made him deeply afraid of the Soviet army's madness, and at the same time full of worries about whether he could survive this battle. "Yeah, what should I do? It feels like there are more troops than yesterday. It's endless. We have already killed and wounded many people. If we continue to fight like this, we will all be defeated." Karl, a second lieutenant officer, frowned. Said worriedly. On the surface, he tried to maintain his composure, but there was a trace of despair in his eyes. Looking at the Soviet troops that kept coming, he knew in his heart that the cruelty of this battle was far beyond imagination. He was thinking about how long he and his subordinates could hold on, and whether they would really be wiped out by all the Soviet troops as he feared. wipe out. The machine gunner next to him was shooting desperately, and big beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. His eyes were bloodshot, and his hands were shaking from the long shooting. He tried his best, hoping to shoot more enemies, but unfortunately there were too many Soviet troops. The barrel of the MG42 machine gun was red, but the enemies continued to appear. "Quick, change the barrel, there are too many enemies, hurry." The machine gunner shouted at the deputy beside him at the top of his lungs. His voice became hoarse from roaring, and seemed a little weak amid the fierce gunfire. He knew in his heart that as long as there was a slight pause, the Soviet army might break through the defense line, so he had to race against time, even if his body was exhausted and his spirit was so tense that he was close to collapse. The deputy quickly and skillfully changed the barrel of the gun. Taking advantage of this gap, the machine gunner took a gulp of water to moisten his dry throat, then fired the machine gun again and continued to pour bullets at the enemy.

In fierce exchanges of fire, three Soviet charges were repelled. But before the German soldiers had time to take a breath, they were horrified to discover that the Soviet army was reorganizing its forces and preparing to launch a new round of charge. "Crazy, they are all crazy. They have just repelled at least one regiment's attack, and now they are organizing another regiment. They are all crazy." Major Fritz, commander of the second battalion, said in shock. His face was full of disbelief. As a veteran military officer, he had seen the crazy side of the Soviet army, but today's scene still shocked him. The Soviet army simply wanted to break their position at any cost. Deep in his heart, he admired the Soviet army's almost crazy fighting will, but more importantly, he felt huge pressure on the upcoming battle. He was not sure whether his troops could withstand the next round. attack. "Damn it, another battalion, keep fighting!" Major Fritz watched the enemy rush up again and quickly shouted to the soldiers around him. He raised the pistol in his hand and fired at the rushing Soviet troops, his eyes full of fearlessness and determination. The fierce battle continued like this for more than an hour. The battlefield was filled with smoke and corpses piled up like mountains. The Soviet army was finally forced to withdraw after paying a heavy price for two entire regiments. The 2nd Infantry Battalion to which Major Fritz belonged had suffered heavy casualties at this time, with less than 200 people remaining. The soldiers had very few bullets left, less than ten each. If the Soviet army launched another charge, they would definitely lose their position. "Damn it, where are the reinforcements?" Major Fritz shouted in a bad tone. His voice was full of anger and anxiety. At this time, he was fully looking forward to the arrival of reinforcements, which was their hope of survival. In this desperate moment, he began to wonder if his superiors had given up on them. This thought filled his heart with anger and unwillingness. At the same time, in the headquarters of the 5th Infantry Division, Major General Behrends was equally anxious. He asked anxiously: "Have reinforcements arrived?" In the counterattack just now, his Fifth Infantry Division lost more than a thousand people. You know, after this period of hard rest and recuperation, the Fifth Division finally recovered to more than 8,000 men, which is still far from the full strength of 18,000 men. In this Eastern Front battlefield where supplies are scarce and logistics cannot keep up, it is extremely difficult to replenish personnel to the front line. The Fifth Division was able to replenish 8,000 men, and it was because they were elite troops that they were given priority to be replenished. Although some units bear the name of division-level units, their actual number is not even 5,000, and they are not as good as some independent infantry brigades. "Not yet. I am certain that the entire Third Armored Group was engaged in a fierce battle with the Soviet army just now. The situation is definitely very bad now, and we may have to withdraw from the position next." The chief of staff said worriedly. His eyes were full of worry. Looking at the flashing war signs on the map, he knew in his heart that the situation had reached an extremely critical moment. He silently considered various possible coping strategies in his mind, but each of them faced huge risks and uncertainties. Hearing this, Major General Behrends' face became very ugly. If we retreat further, we will have to return to the starting point. This is undoubtedly a great shame and humiliation for an army. This humiliation is really big. He was struggling in his heart. On the one hand, he was a soldier's honor, and on the other hand, he was the cruel reality. He didn't know how to make a choice to minimize the loss.

"Where's the ammunition? How long can it last?" Major General Behrends asked, suppressing the anger in his heart. "Not much more. According to the current scale of the battle, we can last for two days at most. The Soviet attack is very fierce and our ammunition is consumed quickly." The chief of staff also replied with a worried face. His heart was full of worries about the future. Without enough ammunition, what could they do to resist the Soviet attack? Could they really just sit back and wait for death? "The army group has an urgent telegram, ordering your troops to retreat immediately." At this moment, the combat staff quickly walked in with a telegram and said loudly. "Withdraw?" Major General Behrends and the Chief of Staff looked at each other, a trace of worry flashing in their eyes. This order means that the situation has really reached the edge of danger, and it can even be said that it has exceeded their imagination. Read the error-free version in 6Ⅹ9ⅩBookⅩ! 6Ⅹ9 Shuyiba publishes a novel for the first time. Read at Liujiu Book Bar Major General Behrends had mixed feelings in his mind. He was obedient to the orders of his superiors, but also worried about the possible consequences of retreat. He was worried that this retreat would cause a huge blow to morale and make the future war situation even more difficult to recover. . "Withdraw. Since we are asked to retreat, there must be a reason." The chief of staff said solemnly. The situation at this time may have reached an irreversible point. "Give me the order to retreat immediately and let the third regiment take the rear." Major General Behrends said helplessly. There was a hint of exhaustion and unwillingness in his voice, but as a soldier, he understood that obeying orders was his bounden duty. He prayed silently in his heart for the third regiment at the rear, hoping that they could successfully complete their mission and return safely. The retreat process was orderly, with the seriously wounded evacuated first, followed by the lightly wounded, and finally those soldiers who could continue to fight. The German soldiers evacuated backwards with difficulty amid a hail of bullets. The Fifth Infantry Division here had just left the position when Major General Behrends suddenly heard a rustling sound in the distance. His expression changed drastically in an instant. With many years of combat experience, he immediately realized what the sound was. "Retreat quickly, retreat quickly, Katyusha rocket launcher, retreat quickly." Major General Behrends shouted at the top of his lungs. His voice echoed across the empty battlefield, filled with fear and despair. He was well aware of the power of the Katyusha rocket launcher, which would be a devastating blow. At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind, which was to let as many soldiers survive as possible. As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of artillery fire echoed across the sky and instantly enveloped the entire Fifth Division position. Rockets fell from the sky like raindrops one after another, bringing with them the aura of destruction and completely submerging the positions of the Fifth Division. "Boom, boom, boom! Boom, boom! Boom!" The overwhelming rain of bombs hit the Fifth Division's position crazily, with flames soaring into the sky and thick smoke billowing. Each explosion raised large amounts of dust and sand, as if it was about to turn the land upside down. The entire battlefield turned into a **** on earth, and the Soviet army seemed to be determined not to stop until the officers and soldiers of the Fifth Division were killed. Such a large-scale artillery attack put the officers and soldiers of the Fifth Division into a desperate situation before they could completely retreat. They could only hide in the air-raid bunker, shivering, praying that this nightmare bombardment would end as soon as possible. The soldiers were filled with fear. Every explosion made their hearts beat violently. They were afraid that they would be blown to pieces in the next second. In this small air defense bunker, their spirits were tortured to the extreme. At this time, the Third Army Group's counterattack seemed a bit slow. Compared with the Soviet army, which could immediately replenish ammunition and troops after the battle, it was particularly troublesome for the German army to replenish it.

Every artillery shell transported from the rear to the front line costs two artillery shells. Such a high cost makes frontline troops have to be careful and cautious when using ammunition. This also led to the fact that the German counterattacks always seemed inadequate in the face of fierce Soviet attacks. In the headquarters of Army Group Center, Marshal Model received an emergency telegram from the front line and looked very ugly. He shouted angrily: "Where is the air force? Where is our air force? Why not attack immediately." His eyes were full of anxiety and anger. In his opinion, the air force should play an important role at this time to support the frontline troops. He was angry at the Air Force's delay, and at the same time felt deeply anxious about the entire war situation being out of control. He knew that if the situation could not be reversed in time, the consequences would be disastrous. "Your Excellency, Commander, there are too many places that need support, and the Air Force is overwhelmed." The chief of staff next to him explained helplessly. The entire defense line of Army Group Center was violently attacked by the Soviet army. The Air Force was also too busy and dizzy. Telegrams for help were everywhere. They simply could not meet the needs of all the troops. The chief of staff was also filled with a sense of helplessness and powerlessness. He tried to explain the current predicament to the marshal, but he knew that this would not change anything and the war situation was still grim. "Damn it, just give me a little more time." Marshal Model sighed, his heart full of helplessness and regret. Speer had allocated 200,000 weapons to Army Group Center, but before these troops could complete the re-equipment, they encountered a large-scale Soviet counterattack. He was temporarily unable to deploy these troops into battle. He could only wait for them to complete the change of equipment before he could organize an effective counterattack. He regretted in his heart that if there was more time, he might be able to give the Soviet army a powerful counterattack, but now everything is full of uncertainty. "The timing of the raid was really good. I ordered the frontline troops to retreat and give way to the defense line." Marshal Model thought for a while and said slowly. He knows that under the current circumstances, preserving strength is the most important thing. Only by temporarily giving up the defense line and readjusting the deployment can we have a chance to reverse the situation of the war. When he made this decision, he was very entangled in his heart. He knew that it meant giving up some positions, but for the sake of long-term victory, he seemed to have to do so. "Yes!" The chief of staff took the order and quickly conveyed Marshal Model's order to all frontline troops. In this way, under the fierce attack of the Soviet army, the German army began a difficult retreat. Along the way, they were constantly being pursued and attacked by artillery fire from the Soviet army, suffering heavy casualties. (End of chapter)