One Thousand Seventy-Nine Dogs

"Report to Comrade Marshal! The forward troops of the German Army Group F have just occupied a position of our army, and the position is here..." A Soviet major general holding his helmet walked to the table next to Zhukov and Vatutin Next to him, he pointed to a place and said: "We are mobilizing our forces to fight back. www * 转辉文 ︰ Novel ︰ Novels|"

"Counterattack with infantry?" Zhukov frowned, but did not immediately veto the suggestion. Vatutin had no choice but to smile bitterly again, and then replied: "Infantry is indeed used. To be more precise, it is actually filled with human lives... We have too few tanks in our hands, so we can only use a large number of untrained soldiers. infantry to delay the German advance."

In order to make the battle into a stalemate, the Soviet guards in the Moscow defense zone killed nearly 10,000 soldiers every day. It was by relying on this desperate counterattack that the troops here supported Zhukov's troops. It can be said that they are using their lives to fight for the chance of survival for the motherland.

Thousands of Soviet soldiers gave their precious lives in one position after another. They sneaked into the German positions at night, took back the positions lost during the day, and then were occupied by the Germans during the day, and continued to fight at night... Every inch of land here was not obtained by the Germans casually, but by soldiers from both sides After countless battles, the ownership was finally decided.

"Don't fight back today." Zhukov thought for a while and then said: "Wait three days, three days later, a group of tank troops will arrive here, and then we will launch a large-scale counterattack to take our land again." return."

"Tanks? Comrade Marshal Zhukov, with all due respect, the German position is not so easy to retake. Even if you concentrate the tanks to counterattack, you will eventually be driven back due to heavy losses." Vatutin looked heavy. With an expression on his face, he began to persuade: "According to our past experience, tanks and anti-tank artillery are more effective in ambushes in defense."

Zhukov knew that he was too emotional, and he didn't dare to use his elite tank troops in this kind of counterattack with no chance of winning. After all, he tried it once in Kursk, and the cards and opportunities in his hand that time were much better than now.

However, at that time, his southward group, with hundreds of thousands of elite soldiers, only bumped into a group army in the southern theater of the German army, and was completely stopped in the wilderness of Kursk. region, has become a distant and unrealistic dream.

"But now, what can we do?" Zhukov felt a little tired, and he really wanted to find a chair to sit down, because he felt that his inexhaustible power was passing away. The development of the German team has improved, making him unable to see his hope of victory, and maintaining a war that will eventually fail is the most exhausting thing for a general. Because in this case, what these generals suffered was not their spirit, but their spirit.

"We are developing some new anti-tank means,

For example, similar to the German Iron Fist anti-tank rocket launcher. There are also large-caliber rockets that can be launched directly on the ground. "Vatutin seemed to see Zhukov's sense of powerlessness, so he comforted him. In fact, he also felt this feeling of almost exhaustion. He knew that as a commander on the battlefield, he could only struggle hard. The powerlessness and distress of being unable to lead one's troops to victory.

Speaking of this, his eyes lit up, and then he squeezed out a smile, and said to Zhukov: "We are still training hounds, and let these smart little guys send bombs to the German tanks. They are very smart and simple. The adaptation of these military dogs can make these military dogs have the ability to perform tasks. We have put this super weapon into actual combat, and the response is not bad.”

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On the position of the Soviet defenders, a dozen hounds have already been dragged by their masters, squatting in the trenches, ready to perform their last glorious mission. As these partners who accompanied the Soviets from childhood to adulthood, the relationship between them and humans is beyond doubt.

However, in this war where human life is no longer valuable, at the moment when this person can die humblely anytime and anywhere, the hound friends beside them have to sacrifice their own for this holy war life. A group of female soldiers knelt on the ground without saying a word, and tied the backpacks with bags that they had sewn in their hands to the hounds.

"Berner! Berner! Don't move! Don't move!" A young soldier on the leash was stroking the strong hound's neck while comforting the impatient pet dog. He gently combed his partner's hair, and after saying a few words, he choked up, and tears fell down his cheeks to the ground.

Carrying a heavy burden that didn't belong to him, the hound named Berner shook his head anxiously, then he calmed down and touched the back of his master's hand with his tongue. It knew that it was about to complete a task - to get under something that looked huge.

As long as it gets in and keeps its position directly below, its owner will feed itself with delicious food when it comes back. This is the only thing that Bernard remembers in his mind. Those experts who tried their best to let him learn these movements call this a conditioned reflex.

"Is the first anti-tank team ready?" A Soviet officer walked over from the side of the trench and asked these special soldiers who were preparing to go to battle. Knowing that the hounds on a leash would not answer his questions, he set his sights on the man on the leash.

"Sir...I can't bear to part with my partner." A female soldier leading a dog cried and answered his officer's words loudly. But the officer could only look at the speaker coldly, and then walked towards the next soldier.

These dogs are the only anti-tank weapons in his hands. Training these dogs even wastes the fresh meat that has been rationed for a long time. Although he would rather have a few 76mm anti-tank guns, he was only given a dozen or so dogs to deal with German tanks.

The counterattack is about to begin, and this time the positions captured by the Germans cannot be let out. So thousands of Soviet soldiers are putting bayonets on their rifles, and all the weapons in their hands that can be used to deal with enemy tanks must be taken out to cover this crazy counterattack.

"If I had a choice, I don't want to entrust the lives of thousands of soldiers on your dog." The Soviet officer answered this question helplessly, but when he answered, he pointed the back of his head at the dog. The name of the female soldier who asked questions.

In the distance, gunshots began to intensify, and as a soldier shouted not far away, groups of Soviet soldiers jumped out of the trench. Holding their weapons and shouting the slogan "Long live the great leader Stalin", they walked step by step towards the position just occupied by the German army.

"Comrades! It's time to test us! Come with me!" The Soviet officer drew out his revolver from his waist and shouted loudly, waving his arms. The female soldiers behind him, like the nearby men, stood up from their bunkers, holding weapons and shouting.

Behind them, a dozen special soldiers with dogs, protected by some tall soldiers, walked slowly towards the German position in the distance. They saw the flag fluttering on their side, and saw faces as young as themselves.

Suddenly a soldier fell with his head up, and his body hit the ground like a sandbag. Passers-by bypassed his position, and those who passed behind could see the hole in the forehead of the fallen soldier, and The blood continuously overflowed from the back of the head. Of course, what every soldier who passed by couldn't forget those blue eyes that didn't want to close.

"German assault gun!" Not far away, a Soviet soldier knelt on the ground on one knee, leaning on his rifle with one hand, and pointed to the distance with the other to remind his companion loudly, while bullets flew around him from time to time. However, it looks very dangerous. At his kneeling feet, two Soviet machine gunners were firing fiercely with the machine guns in their hands, covering their friendly forces and rushing towards the German positions.

"Left wing! German armored target! Where's the anti-tank team? Where's the anti-tank team? Come forward, attack! Attack!" The tank team kept shouting.

Obviously, the bullets flying across the battlefield made these ordinary pets a little panicked. These bomb-tied hounds swayed their bodies hesitantly and turned to look at their owners. They don't understand why this time the seemingly ordinary fun and rewards suddenly become so sinister and terrifying.

"Berna! Remember the training we did?" The young owner knelt on the ground and untied his dog's collar for the last time. He patted the dog's head and touched it with his palm. It has ears and a neck. When his palm touched the bomb on his back, he trembled, and finally pulled off the safety ring on it, and then pointed in the front direction: "Go! Bernard!"

So this big black dog, like a black lightning, shuttled through the crowd of Soviet attacking troops. It ran forward desperately, looking for the huge thing it was familiar with in the chaotic environment with keen eyes. It only took a moment for it to rush out of the crowd of Soviet troops and into the center of the two armies where the bullets were flying.

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