Seven Hundred and Twenty-Three Very Many Paratroopers

On the battlefield filled with gunpowder smoke everywhere, a German soldier who was shot in the leg crawled slowly, only a few meters away from an assault rifle. He knew that he would not be able to go back alive today, so he could only drag those hateful enemies to hell with him as much as possible.

Getting closer, getting closer, he stretched out his arm, and when he was about to reach the gun, a foot in black leather boots stepped on the back of his hand. A Soviet soldier in a grass-green military uniform stands next to the German soldier, with a chilling scar on the corner of his mouth.

A Stalin tank painted white was parked not far away. The black five-pointed star on the turret made this tank look different from other Soviet tanks. The German wounded soldier was hit by the heading machine gun on the tank. There were originally a dozen German soldiers in this position, but now they have all become corpses that cannot move.

"Hey, kid! Don't hold a gun in front of me without my permission." The wolf king Wolf sneered, stepping on the hands and feet of the German soldiers and crushing the opponent's hands. into the dirt.

"Ah!" The German soldier let out a scream, but when he screamed, he still hadn't forgotten his fighting instinct, so he pulled out the bayonet on the side of his body with his other hand, and stabbed at the man fiercely. The ankle of a Soviet soldier who stepped on him.

The other party obviously expected his actions, and pulled the trigger of the gun in his hand without any mercy. Two bullets flew out of the muzzle of the gun one after the other, and hit the soldier's head. The bullet pierced the helmet. The skull inside was shattered and blood spattered.

As a result, the bayonet in the German soldier's hand fell to the side, and his whole body collapsed in the snow. The blood spread everywhere on the white snow, forming a red mass, which was bright and dazzling.

"I said, don't play with weapons in front of me!" Wolfe's voice was a little strange because of the existence of the scar, but the smile was still so ferocious. He carried the gun behind his back, walked to the body of another German veteran, picked up a few unused magazines, checked them before putting them in his pocket.

Behind him, not far away, a Soviet red flag was being slowly raised, and the Soviet Red Army under the flagpole were singing and dancing around a lit German swastika flag.

...

Ukraine, in a small village next to Marin, a farmer saw a white parachute falling from the sky, and fled back to his hut in fright. He dug out a telegraph from a bundle of straw. He kept sending a fixed message with a small notebook, and just outside his house, an officer led a dozen German soldiers, leading a wolf dog to the outside of the village, and a local Ukrainian was pointing at the The direction of the building in the village, I don't know what to say to the German police officer.

From the beginning of the war until now,

The work of taming Ukraine is going on, sometimes with great success, and sometimes with stubborn rebels. However, because the policy of disintegrating and disintegrating Ukraine is very timely, these problems are gradually being resolved—there are fewer and fewer people who hate Germany and help the Soviet Union, and those who hate the Soviet Union are living better and better.

At the window of the room, the farmer who finished sending the telegram saw the German SS soldiers surrounding him. There were also a few local young people from Ukraine. They were proudly wearing black SS military uniforms, as if They are the most powerful soldiers under the head of state.

The barking of the wolfhounds was getting closer, and the German soldiers with rifles gradually surrounded the inconspicuous cabin. The Ukrainians who watched the excitement around pointed and pointed, the only invisible thing in their eyes was pity and anger. They hated the compatriots who helped the Soviets, and felt that these people were all sinners who harmed the Ukrainian nation.

"Boom!" The farmer in the house fired a shot, and a Ukrainian soldier fell to the ground like this. His body was twisted into a ball. Obviously, the pain of being hit made him twitch a few times before he really died. But as the gunshots rang out, his companions also pulled their triggers, and the bullets flew everywhere, and the spectators around him also hid in the houses further away.

"Bah!" It seems that besides being pro-Soviet, this local Ukrainian farmer especially hated the Ukrainians who betrayed him. When he opened fire, he aimed at the local Ukrainian soldiers without epaulets, not the more neatly dressed German soldiers.

As the gun battle continued, the Germans finally approached the house, and the farmer's bullets were almost exhausted. Not long after, the farmer was shot dead in his bedroom, and behind him was a completely burned book. Codebooks, and a smashed American-made radio.

"Call the head of the intelligence department, Commander Commander! Hurry up! Just say, our military operations nearby have been known to the Soviets!" The German military officer at the scene didn't look too good , He frowned, looked at the corpse on the ground, and then at the corpse of a Ukrainian soldier who fell on the ground outside the window, and shouted angrily.

...

Just when the Germans reported the problems they found to their superiors in a panic, the Soviet Union set up the general headquarters in Minsk, and an officer ran into the headquarters of Marshal Zhukov.

After Zhukov issued the order for the whole army to continue to attack Kyiv in the south, Stalin held an emergency meeting in Moscow the next morning, at which it was decided to promote the commander-in-chief of the front line. People continue to contribute their strength to the motherland.

So now Zhukov's military rank is Marshal. Although the specific clothing has not been delivered to the front line, the news of his promotion to Marshal has been announced to the entire army through the radio. Zhukov can be said to be proud of his spring breeze now. After all, he has become the first batch of military generals to win the rank of marshal since Stalin launched the Great Purge. This is enough to show Stalin's trust in him, and it is also enough to show that Zhukov's command has no omissions.

"Comrade Marshal! Comrade Marshal!... Something is wrong! The intelligence agency sent news that the Germans deployed a large number of paratroopers by plane near Marin in a short period of time!" The officer who ran in knew the problem How serious it is, it may be said that for the Soviet Red Army going south, it is a news that is enough to be regarded as a disaster.

"What?" Zhukov was taken aback for a moment, and then he guessed the correctness of the message without taking the document in the officer's hand. The opponent has been waiting for the moment when he goes south with all his strength, has been waiting for the moment when he is determined to take Kyiv. Now he stepped into the trap of the Germans, and the Germans finally used a way he didn't expect to strengthen the originally seemingly fragile beast trap.

In order to prove that the Germans did not hide any large-scale troops behind the Liszt e Army, almost all the spies deployed by the Soviet Union in Ukraine were fully operational in order to detect the movements of the German troops. He, Zhukov, confirmed repeatedly that he was sure that there would not be large-scale reinforcements here in a short period of time.

But he did all his calculations, and he never thought that the Germans used paratroopers, a highly mobile unit, to fill up the seemingly fragile defense line, and the way paratroopers have always been used behind enemy lines has also blurred its reality. Essence - "high mobility elite infantry". After the Germans threw out this plan, everyone suddenly realized: it turns out that paratroopers can not only be dropped on the enemy's territory, but also on their own territory!

"Do you know the scale of the airborne parachute?" Zhukov, who was already distressed, took the document from the officer, read it carefully, and found that the number of paratroopers mentioned in it was very vague, and he only said a lot. Zhukov knew that many of the Soviet spies in Ukraine were low-quality temporary workers. For these farmers, 1,000 people is a lot, and 10,000 people can also be described as a lot.

But now that he knows the Germans' last hole card, and it is a very threatening killer, Zhukov can no longer continue to optimistically evaluate the advantages of the Soviet Red Army on the battlefield. He must consider the consequences of the 2nd Guards Front Army commanded by Rokossovsky and the 3rd Guards Front Army commanded by Vasilevsky if they cannot tear through the defense line of the Liszt e Army.

If this happens, then the family property accumulated by the Soviet Red Army for such a long time will be lost again, and the whole of Belarus and Molensk will be lost—maybe even Stalingrad, Leningrad Both Le and Moscow will be handed over. This result is obviously not something that Zhukov alone can afford.

The earlier determination to commit troops was based on the already crumbling foundations of the German defenses. Now the situation has fundamentally changed. An unknown number of German paratroopers have been reinforced into List's defense line. Once these nodes cannot be conquered in a short period of time, the only thing waiting for the Soviet troops is to perish.

"Adventure? No! I can't take this risk! Even if I die here myself, I can't lose the last bone and blood of the Soviet Union! But if I give up the whole plan now, how should I explain the loss?" Zhukov muttered, and then bit He gritted his teeth and looked at the huge battle map.

For a moment, he even envied those German commanders, they had too many cards in their hands, and most of the time these cards had unexpected effects. Even with such careful preparations, the Soviet Union's offensive still did not achieve the desired outcome, but the price has already been paid a lot.