Seven Hundred and Twenty Turning Points

Germany, the secret residence of the head of state on the outskirts of Warsaw, Wolf's Lair.

Akado was sitting on the sofa, facing four old men in suits and a group of middle-aged men in white coats. These were the staff of the Imperial War Weather Forecasting Service, which was responsible for weather forecasting across the Eastern Front. Among these people were General Catherine, the actual commander-in-chief of the Luftwaffe, and General Dick, who was in charge of the bomber force. They are all here to participate in this future meteorological situation confirmation meeting. In the recent time, this kind of meeting has been held every day, and the latest measurement results are reported!

"Are you sure that your prediction is correct?" Akado broke the dull atmosphere that had been hanging over the room. He didn't speak and no one dared to speak first, so everyone waited. This is the majesty brought about by power. Even academic authorities cannot show the slightest bit of rebelliousness in front of the actual controllers of the empire.

One of the old men answered Akado's question, and his tone seemed very helpless: "My head of state, although we have sent back the weather conditions in distant places through the planes and submarines we have sent, the meteorological analysis has been done for so many years. It is impossible to accurately predict the exact stop time of snowfall, and we have no way to confirm how long this period of bad weather will last."

"My head of state, the results of the weather analysis show that tomorrow morning at the latest, there will be a short period of clear weather, clear enough to take off the plane." A young meteorologist stood up and said softly to Akado .

"Are you sure?" Akado looked at the rather young meteorologist and asked with a slight smile. Recently, he always asks this question, asking the same question. Every morning, the German meteorologists have to measure the amount of snowfall and cloud cover, and use it to combine other data to predict the direction of the future weather.

In response to Akado's constant inquiries, these German meteorological researchers who have to summarize their measurement results every day and repeat what they said before will say the same answer again. If so, they must have been unable to bear the violence and hurt others.

"Yes, my head of state, I sorted out and analyzed the data, compared the meteorological records for a full 100 years, and came to this conclusion. The bad weather in Ukraine generally does not last long. A climate like this can only For a few days, even if it continues to snow, there will be a short period of sunny weather." The meteorological researcher said firmly.

"Very good! Once the clear weather appears, our air force can take off fighter jets to let the Soviets know who is in control of the sky here!" Akado nodded and said. From the very beginning, he was waiting for the moment when the weather would clear up. At that time, thousands of fighter jets he had prepared could take off to attack the Soviet ground forces. At that time, the pressure on Liszt would be reduced countless times.

Once German fighter jets and bombers appear in the theater sky, the Soviet Union's proud advantage in the number of tanks will be offset by the Luftwaffe.

The tanks used intensively will be bombed and attacked by the Luftwaffe. At that time, the Soviet offensive will be further delayed, and the German army will be more sure of victory.

"My head of state, if the weather clears up, I will immediately arrange for all front-line fighter jets to take off to destroy all Soviet targets that dare to go to the sky. More than half of the fighter jets will also mount small bombs to attack the enemy's ground targets! Catherine stood up, walked to the front of the map, pointed to the dozens of front-line airports marked on it, and introduced her battle plan: "At that time, 1,500 fighter jets will take off at the same time to control the entire combat airspace."

"My head of state! All the bombers will be dispatched at the same time, including 400 -217 bombers, 300 Stuka dive bombers, 300 Stuka 2 dive bombers, and 510 butcher bombers. All the transportation hubs of the Soviet Union including Minsk, as well as the front-line Soviet troops that are being assembled." General Dick, who was in charge of the German bomber force, also introduced the specific implementation methods of the operation.

When conditions permit, the entire German Air Force will dispatch fighter jets and bomber formations at the same time. Almost 3,000 aircraft will be launched for the first wave of attacks, and subsequent attacks will exceed 15,000 sorties. Continue to go south to attack Liszt's e-group army.

Akado listened to the generals' report on the attack plan that the air force would carry out once the weather improved, and squinted his eyes while listening. Sounds like a great plan, but the snow is still falling... Now the question is: when will it stop?

While Akado was worrying about the weather, a German soldier was killing a Soviet Red Army with a Mauser 98k rifle with a bayonet inserted in Korosten in the north of Kyiv, right in front of the Soviet-German defense line. His bayonet It inserted into the opponent's heart from under the opponent's ribs, and blood flowed out along the blood groove, dyeing the Soviet soldier's chest clothes bright red.

This Soviet soldier didn't look very old, only seventeen or eighteen years old. He held the bayonet pierced into his body with both hands, and his face was full of pain and unwillingness. However, his struggle changed with the passage of time. It became weaker and weaker, and soon a living life turned into a cold corpse in the drifting snow.

Farther away, a German soldier held the mp-44 assault rifle in his hand, pulled the trigger and started his own strafing. The bullets flew towards the Soviet soldiers on the opposite side, knocking these fearless Soviet soldiers to the ground one by one. The battlefield suddenly became silent. Unknowingly, another Soviet attack was repulsed, and another cruel test came to an end.

A German soldier was so tired that he sat down on the ground, panting heavily. The gas he exhaled formed a white mist due to the cold, which proved that he had just done a very strenuous exercise. Beside the soldier, two German machine gunners were hurrying to replace the barrel of their machine gun.

The rapid shooting made the barrel of the machine gun hot. The two of them held the body of the machine gun one by one, and the other carefully removed the barrel of the machine gun. Then, they took out a new gun from the spare barrel bag. Come on, press on the machine gun that has made countless contributions. Not far in front of this machine gun, there were at least 30 corpses of Soviet soldiers lying in disorder.

For the sake of fighting until now, all German soldiers have become accustomed to this kind of brutal fighting that they have never experienced before. Only now did they realize that the battles in Poland and France were almost like games. Now, their test really began—now, the real war showed its face.

More than 50,000 German soldiers, whether they were recruits or veterans, whether they were elite or miscellaneous, all fell on the road retreating from Kalinkovicz all the way back to the outskirts of Korosten. There were hundreds of battles in one day, and the entire The Soviet-German front is a huge meat grinder.

Soviet tanks were burning everywhere, and German soldiers were lying on the roads everywhere being trampled by Soviet soldiers. One after another, the troops were defeated by the Soviets, and the troops in Liszt's hands were squeezed out bit by bit. In the end, even the reserve team was pitifully small, so he could only retreat to gather troops to consolidate his defense line.

"Company commander! The Soviets are retreating! They are gathering on the other side of the road, maybe they are going to launch a larger attack?" A soldier ran to the company commander who was collecting ammunition from the corpse with his Mauser 98k rifle. Beside him, panting, he reported the results of his investigation.

"Understood! Go and retrieve all the bullets from the fallen brothers! Don't waste them!" The company commander was used to not waiting for the logistics department to replenish ammunition. In the face of the large-scale Soviet attack, he needed Everyone saves their ammunition as much as possible and collects as much ammunition as possible to ensure that there are enough bullets for the following battles to protect themselves.

Not far away, an assault gun is slowly driving into the newly dug defensive position. This big guy has just been supported by the regiment headquarters, and it is the support force of the entire company. Although they applied for a company of infantry and three tanks, it was already considered "interesting enough" for the regiment headquarters to find such an assault gun and send it to them.

"Look for a machine gun! Responsible for covering the flank of this assault gun, arrange a cross defensive firepower, and try to strangle the infantry in the next Soviet attack. Leave the tank to the big guy, understand?" The company commander looked at that The vehicle drove into the bunker, only a section of the Panther assault gun with a low top was exposed, and explained to the soldier.

"It's the company commander! But the weather seems to be brighter than before, and the dark clouds seem to be less." The German soldier narrowed his eyes and looked up at the sky above his head.

Stretching out his hand, he found that there were no such small snowflakes falling slowly. The company commander was taken aback for a moment, and then raised his head. He saw a fairly clear sky. Although there were many clouds, it could See the joyful blue above the clouds.

The company commander was taken aback for a moment, then looked at the burning wreckage of tanks on the battlefield, at the soldiers who had just died in battle lying on the snow, and at the corpses in the distance that had been covered by snow for most of their bodies. Confidently raised his head, he looked at the sky that he hadn't noticed for a long time. There really were no snowflakes falling down again, except for the cold wind, there were no such hopeless snowflakes.

Then he withdrew his gaze and murmured softly, the voice was so soft that only he could hear: "The snow... has stopped!"

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