On the cruel battlefield, the sky seemed to be shrouded in the shadow of war, which was so depressing that it was breathless. Five infantry divisions and two armored divisions of the Soviet army were retreating back with difficulty along the muddy road. The soldiers' faces were full of fatigue and helplessness. The continuous battles had already made them physically and mentally exhausted. They longed to find a trace of peace behind and get a moment of rest. However, fate did not give them a chance to breathe. Suddenly, a sharp whistling sound broke through the sky, like a roar of a demon. "Damn it, it's the German air force. Everyone finds a bunker to hide, fight back, fight back, fight back." A Soviet commander roared in a hoarse voice, his voice full of horror and anger. His eyes were rounded, and he stared at the approaching black dots in the sky, and the gun in his hand trembled unconsciously, as if he was sending a powerless challenge to the arrogant German fighter jet. "Bastard, where is the anti-aircraft gun?" Another officer roared wildly, his face full of anxiety and despair. He ran around the chaotic crowd, looking for the anti-aircraft cannon that could give them a little protection, but only responded to his comrades' panicked footsteps and shouts. "Where is the anti-aircraft gun?" The soldiers' voices were crying, and they seemed so small and helpless in this chaotic battlefield.

Their eyes were filled with fear and confusion, and they didn't know if they could survive this sudden air strike. "Where is our Air Force? Where have we gone?" Questions came one after another, but they were like stones sinking to the sea and could not get any response. Fear spread rapidly in the crowd like a surging tide, swallowing everyone's reason. "Dadada...Dadadada!" The machine guns of German fighter planes were firing frantically, and bullets poured down like raindrops, ruthlessly harvesting the lives of Soviet soldiers. On the ground, Soviet soldiers fell to the ground one after another, and blood quickly dyed the cold land red. Some people struggled in pain after being shot, making miserable screams; some people lost their lives in an instant and fell down weakly like scarecrows. "Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!" Immediately afterwards, the bombshell fell down roaring, causing huge smoke and fire to rise up on the Soviet position. The explosion of air waves drove the soldiers several meters away, and the broken limbs and arms splashed everywhere. Tanks were distorted and deformed, and the artillery was overturned to the ground, losing its combat effectiveness. For a moment, the entire retreating queue fell into chaos, and the soldiers fled everywhere, like frightened birds. Faced with the German army's crazy counterattacks, Marshal Zhukov was anxious in the command center. He clenched his fists, his forehead bulged with blue veins, and his eyes stared at the battle reports coming from the front. "How dare these **** Germans be so arrogant!" He roared angrily, his voice echoing in the command center. Finally, he could no longer suppress the anger in his heart. He slapped the table and ordered loudly: "Let the air force be dispatched immediately. We must eliminate the German fighter jets. At all costs, we must not let them succeed!" The Soviet Air Force, who received the order, dared not slacken at all, so the pilots quickly boarded the fighter plane and started the engine. Fighters rushed into the sky like arrows off the strings and rushed towards the German fighter jets. Their eyes were filled with determination and determination, and although they knew that the possible death awaited them ahead of them was death. However, before the Soviet Air Force arrived, German fighter jets bombed the ground freely, bringing a devastating blow to the Soviet troops. This time, the German bomber group not only dropped a large number of bombs, but also a lot of incendiary bombs and napalm bombs.

Compared to the bombshell, the power of napalm bombs is terrifying. Once it explodes, the combustion area will be huge and last for a very long time. The entire Soviet position was instantly surrounded by the flames of napalm bombs, and the fire spread rapidly. The high temperature caused by the fire caused all the combustible objects around it to be ignited. The soldiers struggled and screamed in the sea of ​​fire, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of flesh burning. Some of the soldiers who were devoured by the flames tried to break free from the **** of the flames, but were ruthlessly burned to the point of being unrecognizable; some could only lie on the ground in despair, waiting for the arrival of death. Napalm bombs are not an advanced weapon, and the Soviet army also have them, but the German army's power is obviously greater. The Soviet army was caught off guard by this sudden powerful offensive, with heavy casualties. On the battlefield, wounded soldiers groaning in pain and corpses everywhere, and the scene was terrible. A young Soviet soldier was shouting at his mother desperately in the sea of ​​fire. A raging fire ignited on his body, but it could not be extinguished. He could only be slowly swallowed by the flames in despair. By the time the Soviet Air Force arrived, the German bombing troops had completed their mission and began to evacuate in an orderly manner. Under the strict **** of the fighter jets, the German fighter jets were in order, and the Soviet fighter jets did not dare to chase after them rashly, for fear of being ambushed by the German army again. But they could not return without success, so they could only bomb the German positions. However, the German army had already evacuated, leaving only empty positions and smoke. "The German army's weapons development was beyond our imagination. They actually developed such a powerful napalm bomb." Zhukov said with heartache as he looked at the blazing fire in the distance. Some of this weapon was shipped from the United States and used before, but the effect was far inferior to that of the Germans this time. He really couldn't figure out why Germany's weapons developed so rapidly that their new weapons continued to emerge from the beginning of the war, as if they were never-ending. "Am I really destined to not win this war?" Zhukov had doubts about himself for the first time, and this thought bit his heart like a poisonous snake. But his firm will soon gain the upper hand. He shook his head suddenly and said loudly, "No, I can win. No matter how much the price I pay, I will win. The people of the Soviet Union are looking at us. Never back down! ” Then, he calmly issued an order: "Order the troops to retreat first, and be sure to maintain order and minimize casualties. In addition, send telegrams to the leaders to report the situation on the front line truthfully. It is time to rectify the crappy intelligence departments. They must give me an explanation , why do we know nothing about the new German weapons! ” After receiving the order to retreat, the Soviet soldiers retreated like a tide. They discarded a large number of weapons and equipment in a panic, and the entire retreat process was in chaos. The soldiers pushed each other, and some even fought for a truck that could carry the wounded. German fighter jets hovered in the sky, strafing and bombing the retreating Soviet army. The German army on the ground also took the opportunity to launch a counterattack. They rushed towards the Soviet position like a tiger going down the mountain, chasing the Soviet army relentlessly. In this chaotic battle, the Soviet soldiers suffered heavy casualties. They were defeated all the way under the pursuit of the German army. Many soldiers were hit by German bullets while running away and fell on the muddy road. The German army took advantage of the victory and regained the previously lost position. The battlefield in the Smolensk region fell into a dead silence again, with only burning ruins and smoke spreading, as if silently telling the tragic battle just now. On the battlefield, burnt trees, twisted tanks and scattered weapons all witnessed the cruelty of this war. After Marshal Zhukov returned to the command center, he immediately held an emergency meeting. He sat at the conference table with a serious expression, looking at the generals in front of him, his heart full of worries. He slowly spoke, "We must figure out the situation of the German weapon as soon as possible. It is too powerful. If we cannot find a way to deal with it, the war will become even more difficult. The life of every soldier They are all extremely precious, we can no longer let them sacrifice in vain." "Marson Marshal, we have sent intelligence personnel, and they will try their best to collect intelligence about this weapon." An intelligence official said quickly. There was a hint of nervousness and guilt on his face, knowing that this intelligence error had caused huge losses to the Soviet army.

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading! "Okay, I must be as soon as possible. I must know in the shortest time how many such weapons the German army still has, as well as its performance and weaknesses. This is related to the direction of our entire battle situation, and there must be no sloppy." Zhukov seriously Command. After the meeting, Zhukov sat alone in the office, thinking about his next battle plan. He knew that the war was far from over, and the German V2 missiles also posed a huge threat to the Soviet army. But he firmly believed that the Soviet army would definitely find a way to deal with it. He kept reviewing the previous battle in his mind, analyzing the German tactics and weapons characteristics, and trying to find out the flaws. He recalled the flight trajectory of German fighter jets, the timing of bombing and the explosion effect of napalm bombs, hoping to find some clues from it. And on the German side, after winning this victory, they did not relax their vigilance at all. Dr. Brian and his team immediately began to conduct a detailed analysis and summary of the launch data of the V2 missile. They hope to further improve the performance and hit rate of missiles through these data. In the laboratory, the lights were bright, and the doctor and his assistants were busy shuttled between various instruments, with concentration and persistence in their eyes. They carefully recorded each data, repeatedly compute and simulated, trying to find the best solution to improve the missile. At the same time, the German senior executives were also nervously discussing how to better use this weapon and fully prepare for the war ahead. In the conference room, the atmosphere was serious and depressing, and the generals sat around the conference table and discussed various combat plans fiercely. They knew very well that any negligence could lead to a loss in this cruel war. A general pointed to the map and said, "We must find the weaknesses of the Soviet army and concentrate firepower to strike. The V2 missile is powerful, and we must use it reasonably to cause the greatest damage to the Soviet army." In this way, the long-planned offensive of the Soviet army was completely destroyed by the German army. If you want to launch a new attack, you will probably have to wait at least for a while. And this period of time has become a precious opportunity for the German army to replenish and rest on the Eastern Front. Especially for various types of rocket launchers, the German senior executives decided to form a separate army, which was specifically responsible for providing powerful firepower support to various units. He knew very well that the effect of using rocket launchers was far less than that of concentrated use. The firepower of tens of thousands of rockets was fired at once, and the overwhelming firepower was not something that manpower could resist. Once upon a time, when the Katyusha rocket launcher appeared, the German army lost consecutive battles. Every time they heard the unique launch sound, the soldiers would feel inexplicably frightened. Now, the German army also wants to gain an absolute advantage on the battlefield with its powerful firepower. As for ordinary soldiers, all the G43 semi-automatic weapons were replaced, the German senior executives decided to give up after careful consideration. Therefore, we plan to select elite troops to change their clothes, so that they can form a fist force, and they can tear the enemy's defense line on the battlefield. The German army on the Eastern Front had nearly three million troops. If all of them were replaced, although the number of guns was enough, the bullets were far from enough. Although the automatic firearm has strong firepower, it consumes a lot. The logistics is on the verge of collapse. If the logistics pressure is increased, it is estimated that Spel, who has just taken office, will be driven crazy. Retreat to the Fourth German Army near Smolensk, Model looked at the telegram in his hand and couldn't help but sigh: "It's so amazing. After a few rounds of attacks, he killed nearly 100,000 Soviet troops. I guess Zhukov is now He was so distressed that he couldn't cry." A smug smile appeared on his face, as if he saw Zhukov's anxious and helpless expression. "Maybe, I always feel that they don't care at all. They can easily pull up a million troops, which is not something we can compare to." The chief of staff next to him shrugged and said helplessly. He was both envious and helpless at the Soviet army's huge mobilization ability, and knew that the German army was far inferior to the Soviet army in this regard. "Yes, I really don't know where they came from. They were obviously wiped out, but the same number appeared a few days later. It's strange." Model was both envious and confused about the Soviet army's huge mobilization ability.

He didn't understand why the Soviet army was able to replenish its forces so quickly, as if they had endless human resources. "Who knows, but this time the new weapon is indeed terrifying, and it is said that the range reaches hundreds of kilometers." The Chief of Staff asked again. He was shocked by the power of the German new weapon, and was also curious about its range. "I don't know, don't think I'm a marshal, I don't know many new weapons." Model shook his head, looking helpless. He felt a little dissatisfied with being excluded from the core secrets, but he could not do anything about it. Hearing this, the two of them fell into silence at the same time. At this time, the Chief of Staff broke the tranquility again and took the lead in saying, "Have you heard about the 43rd Army?" After hearing the inquiry, Moder didn't care, and thought it was a reorganization: "I know, didn't you let them reorganize? Is there something wrong? Is the equipment too old-fashioned?" His tone was a little careless. I think this is just an ordinary reorganization of troops. (End of this chapter)