1186 Generals 0 Killed in Battle
?<="">> The German army on the opposite side is getting closer and closer. The dense gunfire on some positions and the shouts of Soviet soldiers have proved that the entire defense line is crumbling. This is actually not surprising, because last night there was not much combat power in the Soviet defensive position, and the only willingness to collapse at this time is that the German army launched an attack at this time.
"Comrade General! Get out of here! Go to the Kremlin and find Comrade Stalin..." Vatutin's adjutant drew out the pistol from his waist, and looked anxiously at his superior, Vatutin, the former city defense commander of Moscow.
At this time, Vatutin leaned on his bunker, smiled at the anxious face of his adjutant: "I have persisted until now, and it is even more impossible to leave. This is my final destination, after all There is no difference between Moscow with Vatutin and without Vatutin."
There is indeed no difference. Before Moscow was encircled, he could still use his commanding skills to help the Soviet Union save the defeat as much as possible; Even if Moscow is completely in despair, he, Vatutin, can still be extremely calm and use his composure to boost the morale of the entire Moscow city...
But, now, everything is over. The entire army has been paralyzed, and even if Vatutin has great commanding skills, he can't drive his own troops; and the space for moving around is getting smaller and smaller, and the rest is just a collision of absolute power. There is simply no way to rely on deployment to gain any advantage<="r">.
Not far away, the soldiers of the German army had already begun to break through. After all, their opponents were a group of civilian officers, women and children. If they could not take this position in one go at this time, they would really be called the most fierce infantry in the world. These German soldiers who crossed into the trench with rifles quickly killed the Soviet defenders who did not have much combat experience in the trench, and began to expand the torn gap to both sides.
The complex terrain hindered the advance speed of the German army to some extent: it is said to be a trench, but in fact this is not a real trench. Collapsed stairs and walls, mixed with bomb craters and various ruins form this line of defense. There are even half-buried storage rooms and real reinforced concrete machine gun bunkers.
"General! Let's go! You have fulfilled your duty... Get out of here, I beg you!" The adjutant stepped forward to hold Vatutin's arm, hoping to take him away from the place that was about to fall, but Vatutin Tujing stubbornly shook off the adjutant's hand, and shook his head resolutely.
Suddenly, a German soldier jumped into the trench from a few meters away. He shot and knocked the guards around Vatutin to the ground, then raised his gun and pointed it at Vatutin who was holding a pistol. Vatutin froze for a moment. This was the first time he saw a German soldier who was not a prisoner at such close range. The indescribable tension made him forget that he was still holding a pistol in his hand.
Vatutin's adjutant raised his hand and fired a shot in the direction of the German army.
However, the bullet fired by this shot did not hit the German soldier. The other party may have also discovered the remaining two Soviet officers. Maybe the one with a smaller rank has more combat effectiveness, so he decisively pointed the G43 semi-automatic rifle in his hand at the German soldier. Approved Vatutin's adjutant.
Without the slightest hesitation, the other party directly pulled the trigger, and the bullet flew out of the muzzle, and within half a second, it got into the adjutant's chest. To be on the safe side, the German army didn't just fire one shot. The trigger was pulled twice, and two bullets hit Vatutin's adjutant one after the other.
Vatutin's adjutant staggered for a moment, and then slowly lay down on his back. The 7.92mm bullets of the German army were quite powerful, and it was impossible for anyone to insist on not falling down when they fired continuously at such a short distance.
The soldier was obviously very satisfied with his two shots, and directly turned his gun to Vatutin who was standing there. The moment the opponent shot his adjutant, Vatutin finally realized the danger. Taking advantage of the gap between the opponent's shooting, he had already raised the pistol in his hand.
When the German soldiers turned their guns, what they saw was the black muzzle in Vatutin's hand. I don't know if it was because of fear or because he regained his senses. This time, the Soviet general did not hesitate at all. trigger. And because he was nervous, he pulled the trigger one after another, without any intention of giving the opponent a chance to attack him.
The German soldiers obviously didn't realize that the Soviet general had suddenly become very combative again, so he was hit by bullets unwillingly. He staggered back two steps, and then was sieved by several bullets. In the end, he could only lean against the wall and closed his eyes unwillingly, and lowered his head wearing the m35 helmet.
The steel helmet rolled and fell to the feet of the German corpse. Vatutin didn't seem to realize that the opponent had been killed by him, and kept pulling the trigger of the pistol. One after another, until the pistol only made a clear click, he still did not stop this mechanical movement.
A general doesn't have to kill himself. He may command his troops to kill thousands of enemies, and he may make tens of thousands of his soldiers die because of a decision, but he doesn't have to kill any of them himself. So when Vatutin shot and killed a German soldier with his own hands, like countless Soviet recruits, he was so nervous that he couldn't listen to his hands and feet.
However, this is a battlefield, and God did not deliberately leave time for anyone to adapt to cruelty. Another German soldier jumped into the bunker where Vatutin was, followed by the second and third. They saw the corpses of their friendly soldiers lying on the ground, and of course they saw Vatutin trembling with a pistol in his hand. <="l">.
Out of a subconscious reaction, or a survival instinct, the German soldiers did not try to capture this seemingly high-ranking Soviet officer. They raised their weapons and each gave Vatutin a few rounds. Bullet as a greeting gift. Vatutin felt his body was hit hard a few times, and then he sat back to the position where he was sitting just now, with his hands hanging down feebly.
The beautiful pistol fell to the ground next to the pale, open-eyed face of Adjutant Vatutin. On the morning of August 4, 1939, during the German battle across the Moskva River, Admiral Vatutin, the commander of the Soviet Moscow City Defense, was shot dead by soldiers of the German Army Group A and died in a ruined bunker.
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"Hello? Can you clarify? What does it mean that the German army has crossed the Moscow River? Vatutin called me yesterday evening, and then the phone line was cut... Yes! I know! I have already crossed the defense line north of Moscow I took over, but the situation there is chaotic, I don’t even know how many troops we have, and where the enemy is!” Zhukov said to Stalin in the basement of the Ascension Cathedral, holding up a telephone receiver.
He didn't know the news of Vatutin's death in battle, but he only got information that the German army was storming the Moskva River defense line in the north. Militia Avenue has been lost across the board, and the German army is getting closer and closer to the Red Square in the center of Moscow.
He reported to Stalin what he knew about the battle, and then Zhukov hung up the phone. Now Stalin can only repeatedly ask questions that have been asked dozens of times. After he hung up the phone, he picked up another phone and connected to Konev's call: "It's embarrassing for you to be transferred to the north. How is the work taking over there going?"
"The current situation is very pessimistic, Comrade Marshal Zhukov... the army is in disarray, the effective defense has been disrupted, the soldiers are fighting on their own, and only the prudence of the Germans can stop them from moving forward." Konev He is not optimistic about his new army at all. He knows very well that these improvised troops can be formed into what they are now, and they are already performing at a super level.
"Hold Leningrad Avenue! This is my request!" Zhukov said heavily: "It can be regarded as my last request... After all, we cannot stick to Moscow for a lifetime, and this matter will eventually come to an end. Perhaps I'm optimistic, maybe we won't even survive this winter, and everything will be over."
Konev over there was silent for a while, and then said: "I will try my best to keep Leningrad Avenue ... but I can't guarantee this promise." After saying that, Konev put down the phone, and honestly he didn't even know it. I really don't know what I rely on to defend Leningrad Avenue.
Putting down the phone in his hand, Zhukov also felt almost exhausted all over his body. The front line he was struggling to support has now become a small encirclement, and he himself is like a fish caught in a fishing net. Struggling but seeing no way out.
"Report!" An officer walked to the entrance of Zhukov's command department, stood at attention and saluted, then walked in front of Zhukov and said in a low voice: "Just a few minutes ago, the German army on the opposite side made a broadcast on the position, claiming to have killed Watu. Comrade Jing..."
"...Contact Comrade Vatutin's headquarters again, and then send experienced troops to search in the direction of Comrade Vatutin's headquarters as far as possible... Find Comrade Vatutin!" Zhukov waved his hand. He waved his hand, indicating that his subordinates could leave.
After the opponent nodded his head, he stood at attention and saluted again, and then withdrew from Zhukov's headquarters. Leaving the Soviet marshal alone in the empty basement, I don't know whether it is sadness or despair.
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