1113th New Headquarters

? Even if it only advances a few meters a day, the distance between Stalin and the German forward troops really cannot withstand the consumption for a long time. After repelling the crazy counterattack of the Soviet army, under the cover of tanks, the German army stormed towards the center of Moscow along Kiev Avenue. Although the effect was not great, it has indeed established itself in the city of Moscow. .

"Marino?" A German soldier leaned against a ruined building by the road, looking at the only remaining wall, which was inlaid with a doorplate engraved in Russian. He is the only soldier in the entire infantry company who understands Russian, so he is accompanied by a veteran who is responsible for protecting him.

"Marino? Is this Moscow?" The veteran shrank his neck and asked his Russian-speaking partner vaguely with a cigarette in his mouth: "Further ahead is the front line of both sides. We have to be careful. Here Not very safe."

The two of them were originally next to the buildings on both sides of the road. At this time, there were many friendly infantry sitting and resting against the wall. Some people are preparing meals for a while, and some of the rest are either building temporary resting places, or gathering together in groups of three or four, enjoying a difficult moment of leisure time.

"This is a civilian area on the outskirts of Moscow. There may be some taller buildings, but it seems that our artillery unit is afraid that those buildings will become observation posts for enemy artillery, so it seems that there is nothing too tall here. "The soldier who knew Russian bypassed the two killed Soviet civilians lying at his feet, followed behind the veteran, and walked cautiously towards his company headquarters.

This is a battlefield that is still smoking lightly, and those common sense of life are of no use to this place. There may be shells flying in the next second, or there may be a deadly landmine buried at the corner of a seemingly peaceful street. So here, every step needs to be extra careful, and every decision may affect the final life and death.

There are several Leopard tanks parked on the side of the road, and the crew members of these tanks are sitting in the shade of the tanks. They wear oil-stained black tank uniforms, wear the most common battle medals on their chests, and other messes These badges must be carefully identified, representing the previous battles that these crews have participated in.

Several white circles were painted on the gun barrels of the parked tanks, which obviously indicated that they were not new recruits who had just joined the battlefield, but veterans of the armored force with experience in destroying enemy tanks. These crew members scanned the various German infantrymen passing by with their deep eyes, watching each other go straight to the bloody and cruel battlefield.

If soldiers who participated in the Battle of Stalingrad came here, they would be very familiar with the scenery in front of them: the same broken rubble, the same dilapidated streets, the same tense ruins, and the same battered positions. Everything here is a nightmare memory, every time people think of it, countless goosebumps will appear all over their bodies.

...

Right behind the German positions,

In a reinforced bunker, Klug, who had just been promoted to marshal, held his marshal's scepter and watched with satisfaction as his subordinates set up his new headquarters.

Several non-commissioned officers helped unfold a huge map of Moscow city and hung it on a board nailed with wooden boards. Above the head is a roof built of wood and sandbags, and a layer of rainproof material is also laid to ensure that there will be no rain leakage in rainy days. The chandelier connected to the diesel generator equipment was fixed in the center of the room, but even so, the entire command center still looked a bit dim.

Sunlight penetrated into the room from several observation windows facing the direction of Moscow, and several staff officers were adjusting the artillery mirrors erected next to the observation windows. There are also some officers who are putting stacks of documents on the desks they just found, and two soldiers are listening to orders and moving the locked filing cabinets.

There are definitely a lot of things in the headquarters of a German marshal. Even before he was promoted, there were definitely a lot of documents and equipment in the headquarters of the German general, enough to surprise people. Just after everything was ready, the two officers placed the half-deployed army flag in a corner of the headquarters, and a small photo of the head of state, Akado, was hung not far away.

After the telephone line was pulled up and everything was set up, Klug finally grabbed the phone and began to confirm where his troops had arrived. Two hours earlier, his troops had entered the Marino region of Moscow. And according to the news sent by the messenger just now, the Soviet army still launched a fierce counterattack there.

"I'm Kluge, connect me to the 82nd Army." Kluge grabbed the phone and loudly ordered to the phone: "I want to know which part of the Marino area his troops are attacking now. "

After a while, a firm voice came from the phone. Obviously, the commander of the 82nd Army answered the phone. Even through the phone, he could hear a thick Munich accent: "Long live the head of state, Akado? Rudolph! I am the commander of the 82nd Army, Karikov Will."

"Long live the head of state! I am Kluge!" Kluge said to the phone: "Just now my headquarters is moving, so I didn't listen to your offensive results in detail. I heard that your troops have entered Marino Now, where exactly has it attacked?"

"Your Excellency, Marshal! My troops are fighting fiercely with the Soviet army at the intersection of the Kiev Highway and the Ring Road. One of our troops made a roundabout attack to the south, but it was also blocked at a place called Adran. The general named Karikov replied calmly: "Our attack has been stopped, and we are consolidating our defense line."

After hearing this report, Klug raised his head, carefully looked at the lower left corner of the Moscow map, and found the exact location of the Marino area there, then he stretched out his finger and pressed it on the At a crossroads, he frowned.

That is the area where the Germans and the Soviets fought fiercely just now, and to the north of the 82nd Army is the 5th Armored Division of the SS, the most elite armored unit in the Klug F Army, and to the south of the 82nd Army is the Wehrmacht The 3rd Armored Army, the grenadiers under these units have already attacked nearby areas, forming a stable defensive formation with the 82nd Army.

Just looking at the positions of the various armies marked now, the 82nd Army is actually more prominent than the friendly forces on the two wings. If this army continues to attack rashly, it will put itself in danger of being surrounded by the enemy middle.

It was necessary to stabilize the rhythm of his attack. Like Küchler, Klug also felt that it was a very irrational decision to rush into the city in the midst of urban street fighting. He prefers to wipe out as much of the Soviet army's active forces as possible on the periphery, so as to save troops for the subsequent invasion of Moscow.

After thinking about these issues, Klug withdrew his thoughts, and ordered: "Don't rush forward and continue to attack. You can cooperate with the two main forces on the flanks to stabilize your defense line and then advance slowly. Finally Far, furthest..."

Having said that, he glanced at the map in front of him again, and set his sights on a marked location, which was an ancient cathedral called Archangel Michael Church. This church can be said to be a landmark building near Marino, and it is a very important node.

"The farthest we can advance is the Archangel Michael's Church! We can't go any further! Do you understand?" Klug finally opened his mouth and explained what he was thinking.

"Yes! I understand!" General Karikov, the commander of the 82nd Army, replied solemnly: "Our army has advanced as far as the church of Archangel Michael! We will never go any further!"

After hanging up the phone, Kluge focused his attention on the map again. He saw the places his troops had captured, and these places were only a short distance away from the Red Square in the center of Moscow and the Kremlin. It's a quarter of the way. As long as they cross this short distance, they can plant the banner of victory on the head of the enemy's capital.

As long as they win this war, they will all become the greatest generals of Germany, and their era will also become the greatest era of the German nation. Kluge clenched his fists, feeling immense excitement and glory in his heart, thinking that he was one of the creators of this era, a hero who would be buried in the hero cemetery and carved into statues around the head of state!

"God bless Germany! Long live the great Führer!" He murmured silently, then grabbed the phone on his desk again, and the sound of attacking artillery came from a distance. It was another army that was attacking Moscow. The Soviet defenders below the city.

He wanted to make a call to the Eastern Front Headquarters of Wolf's Cave, and said slowly to the side: "Long live the head of state! Get me Marshal Brauchitsch!...Long live the head of state Akado? Rudolph! Next! I am Kluge! My troops have already secured a defensive position in the southwest corner of downtown Moscow... Yes, the enemy counterattacked very violently, but we still held our position."

After being silent for a while, he continued: "Yes! Marshal Brauchitsch...my troops will maintain the current attack speed! Victory is only a short distance away from us! We will be the last victors, this There is no doubt about it!"

p