One Thousand Sixty-Four Black Technology

"Drop the bomb!" On a turbulent -217 bomber, a German bomber's eyes were sticking to the scope, pressing the crosshairs depicted on the bombsight on the ground under his feet. on the building. 8 ``=`He pressed the button to drop the bomb, so his body felt the slight shaking when the plane dropped the bomb, and then the second and third, until he couldn't even remember the number of times until.

Row after row of aerial bombs were thrown out of the belly of the -217 bomber by the bomber, and then flew parabolically in the air to their own landing points. Some landing points were not important targets at all because of the height problem, but they were limited to World War II When the bombing accuracy is high, such waste is very necessary.

The bombs spread from the edge of the city to the city, one building after another collapsed, and there were huge craters one after another on the flat road. These craters were more than ten meters in diameter, and the surrounding buildings were exploding. Trembling and trembling, finally burst into flames and collapsed.

The city of Kursk has become less safe. The Luftwaffe, which has been replenished with fuel, seems to have been injected with chicken blood. It hovers from morning to evening every day, hitting every target they can see. It is full of holes, so as to prove how polite, harmonious and friendly they were before.

Because they are no longer limited by the shortage of fuel, the number of patrols of German fighter jets is finally proportional to the huge number they have. Dozens of German fighter jets hover in the sky of the battlefield every day, and sometimes these unwilling pilots will dive Come down, and shoot out the millimeter caliber axle-gun shells at whatever they see.

"Comrade Marshal, Oboyan has fallen..." A staff officer shook off the dust that fell from the roof on his shoulders, and handed over a telegram, which was reviewing the supply list of the defenders in the direction of Kolenevo and Relsk. Marshal Zhukov, the German bombers outside the window are still flying in groups, but the bombing place is still a little bit away from their headquarters. >>8﹎ =`=`

Zhukov took the document, just glanced at it and put it on the table that had been reviewed: "I see, telegraph Moscow and tell them that Oboyan has been captured by the Germans. From this moment, Kursk's The situation of our army is already very bad."

"Comrade General Konev of the 1st Front Army called. At the station controlled by his troops, there was a passing train with a su-76 self-propelled anti-tank gun shipped to us. He asked Comrade Marshal, can you let them Take these equipment away." An officer came in holding another piece of information, he was obviously not as calm as the staff officer who came in first, with a helmet on his head, and carefully observing the cracks on the roof.

"Trust me, comrade." Zhukov took the document, then pointed to the cracks on the roof of the shed, and said, "If it collapses and buries us all underneath, then you and I can really feel at ease." Lying here, the living are the real torments, aren't they?"

He glanced at the file,

Then he nodded, and ordered to the officer who was still smirking in embarrassment: "Call Konev back immediately and tell him that I completely agree with him and ask him to give all the equipment to his own troops!" Now! This telegram at once!"

"Yes! Comrade Marshal!" The officer stood at attention and saluted, and then hurriedly exited the almost dilapidated room. In fact, sandbags are piled outside these courtyard walls, which can be said to be one of the safest places. If the bombs were not directly hit, it would be difficult for this one-story building to collapse.

"Comrade Marshal, Guderian's grenadiers are attacking Medvenka along the road. Our soldiers have been fighting for more than ten days. The ammunition on the front line is short, and there is no way to stop the advance of the German army. ﹎ -· `=" The staff officer who reported the news of Oboyan's fall spoke to Zhukov in an anxious tone.

Zhukov glanced at his subordinates, and then laughed: "The Germans have been fighting for more than ten days, so the main problem you mentioned is arms and supplies. If we have enough arms and tanks, Germany will The human offensive has long been contained, hasn't it?"

"You are right, Comrade Marshal. But the German army is now approaching Medvenka. If we don't think of a way, it will be occupied by the German army soon." The staff officer said sadly: "If it is occupied by the German army, Kursk is about to lose its hold."

"Comrade Staff." Zhukov smiled wryly, and then interrupted the former's self-talk: "Kursk could not be held three months ago. This is the fact that we have long expected. Now the German I just started attacking, but it’s already slower than I expected.”

At this time, the sound of explosions outside has gone away, and it is obvious that the German bombing is coming to an end. He walked to the window and looked at the German bombers that had formed a triangular formation in the sky outside the window and had already flown away: "It seems that the German generals still care more about the lives of the soldiers than I do. more fully."

As he spoke, he pointed to the several documents on the table that he placed in important positions, and explained to his subordinates: "Look at those documents, the size of the German armored forces encountered in various regions, these intelligence shows that the German army The armored unit of the G Group Army, which was detected and confirmed a few days ago, is almost the same as the G Group Army half a year ago, and at least one tank was placed in various sections of my defense line."

This number made Zhukov very desperate, because the number of armored tanks under the G Group Army before the first Kursk Battle was about the same size. After experiencing a failure, the German army quickly made up for the loss, which allowed the g group army to maintain its original combat effectiveness after the loss.

Compared with Guderian's opponent, the number of Zhukov's group armored force tanks has dropped by half. Including the lost light tanks, the Zhukov Group's originally huge armored force now has only the two troops that were transferred northward. With such a disparity in equipment replenishment, how can Zhukov not be disheartened?

"Report, the troops of the 3rd SS Armored Division, the main force of the Guderian Group Army on our flank, suddenly went north, and drove into the city of Wolovo overnight, and just captured there." An officer held the latest The battle report entered Zhukov's headquarters, and without leaving the marshal too much sentimental time, he reported a disastrous news.

Volovo is a town in Lipetsk Oblast. If the German army captured it, it would be possible to bite the tail of the Soviet 1st Guards Front Army in the process of going north, causing Konev's troops to suffer huge losses. It may not be possible to go north smoothly into the Moscow theater.

"What's going on? Wasn't the German army still in the Kursk region a day ago?" Zhukov was taken aback when he heard the news, and then immediately felt that the battle was a bit inexplicable. The German army generally does not carry out such large-scale movements at night. This is the experience he has gained from fighting the German army for more than a year, and it is a very reliable experience.

Generally, troops that have advantages in firepower and heavy weapons are not willing to encounter and fight the enemy at night-it is a very idiot to invest more in expensive heavy troops to fight against the enemy at night things. Therefore, the main reason why the generally dominant side is unwilling to fight at night is not because they are not good at night fighting, but because they prefer to use their firepower during the day.

However, the German armored forces drove such a long distance overnight and directly captured Volovo, which is very far away from them. This made the sensitive Zhukov aware of a hint of danger: "There must be a problem! What is the problem!"

In fact, the reason is very simple, because the 3rd Armored Division of the SS has been replaced with a new King Tiger tank, and expensive night vision devices have been used intensively. It is precisely because of this that they can carry out large-scale raids at night, and it is precisely because of this that they dare to attack such distant targets at night.

Although this night vision system is very expensive and not suitable for tank combat at night, the German army still found a way to use it. They use this expensive infrared night vision to guide troops forward at night, rather than consume these expensive equipment in high-risk battlefields.

In fact, the night vision system currently equipped with troops is very fragile and needs to be installed on the top of the tank's turret in advance, similar to a searchlight. This kind of equipment is not suitable for use on the battlefield where stray bullets are flying everywhere, and it is easily damaged. Moreover, the first-generation infrared equipment is easily interfered by various light sources in the dark, and its actual combat performance is very average. However, it is very convenient, safe and reliable to drive at night, so it also allows the German army to drive tanks more confidently at night.

Of course, this kind of equipment is still kept secret at this stage, so it is impossible for Zhukov to know that the German tanks are equipped with such black-tech equipment as night vision goggles. He just instinctively felt strange and felt that the German army had something new toys.

"In addition, Comrade Marshal, Moscow is calling to ask you to go to the Moscow theater with the last batch of evacuated troops as soon as possible to preside over the defense work there." The officer who sent the telegram took out the second telegram. Zhukov, who was thinking, said: "The order signed by the great leader Comrade Stalin himself, when will you leave?"

"Just... now." Zhukov was interrupted, but he didn't say much. He stood up, glanced at the room he had lived in for a long time, and finally fixed his eyes on the center of the wall. Portrait of Stalin.