Eight Hundred and Sixteen Call Him

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The tanks of Rennes and others rushed through the camp of a Soviet infantry battalion in this way, killing almost 50 Soviet soldiers while passing by, and 5 Tiger tanks drove across the road, leaving a mess on the ground.

And not long after, they were only 15 kilometers away from their goal, and they didn't encounter anything else on the way. In a small village where the Soviet anti-aircraft artillery unit should have been stationed, at around 2 o'clock in the morning, Rennes He and others saw the German special forces who captured there and cooperated with paratroopers to form a temporary circular defensive position.

"Nice to meet you. Not far ahead is the bridge you are going to defend. You see, you came in time." A German paratrooper officer received Ren and others, and then they were arranged to rest in the house After all, they don't have much energy to devote to the battle now, and everyone has to rest for more than two hours in order to recover some physical strength.

The rumble of cannons in the distance made people's chest feel dull. Ren and others leaned against the corner of the messy room, relying on some blankets to keep out the cold and quickly fell asleep. Being able to fall asleep in a noisy environment is also a skill. A utility skill that is very useful on the battlefield.

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While Ren and others were resting in the small village, there was a person who hadn't closed his eyes since the German army started attacking. This person is Rokossovsky, the commander-in-chief of the Soviet Union on the southern front, a general who has always believed that the Germans are playing tricks.

Now it turns out that his worries were right, but it also proved that his troops were powerless to fight back under the various three-dimensional attacks of the German army. All his efforts seemed to be in vain, and the front-line Soviet army managed to accumulate 150,000 first-line troops, which may become the record of the German army again.

Most of the radio communication has now been restored, and many Soviet troops have stopped mutual suspicion and attacks after receiving the order. However, the German army's general offensive has already begun. The front of the 166th Division has been broken by the German army, and the other 160th Division, which suffered heavy losses in the infighting, has been divided and surrounded, and wiped out on the positions it garrisoned.

The entire front line collapsed, some bridges were destroyed by German special forces, and the rest were either blown up by the Soviets themselves in a panic, or they had already fallen into the hands of the Germans. The entire army's retreat route is full of German traps. It is simply impossible to retreat in this state.

The road signs have been altered, and the directions indicated are almost all wrong. Booby traps have been planted on most of the roads. In some places, a few trucks that have been burned into wreckage have even been piled up as roadblocks. Escape along these roads, or else It will be overtaken by German tanks in a few hours, and then easily wiped out.

And the strongest and widest railway bridge in the entire rear, as the last straw of the Soviet army,

As early as yesterday afternoon, Rokossovsky dispatched his most elite troops to engage in repeated battles with the German paratroopers. Although the opponent suffered huge losses, the bridge was still under the control of the Germans, and his troops could not even touch the steel at the bridge head.

This is already the second time that Rokossovsky has encountered the German paratroopers head-on. The last time he turned and retreated in an extremely disgraceful manner, he left the German paratroopers with the reputation of frightening the Soviet guards. This time he did not flinch. There was a real battle with real swords and guns with the most elite airborne troops of the German army.

Facts have proved that he left the German paratroopers last time, and it was really a wise move to escape regardless of face. If he hadn't walked so simply last time, he might have really fallen on these seemingly weak German paratrooper defense lines. Now he was attacking with all his might, only to be met with the most tenacious resistance he could imagine.

Who would have thought that there is really an army in this world that can use flesh and blood to fight the enemy's tanks desperately? Who would have thought that those dirty airborne troops whose equipment level is similar to that of light infantry can fight time and time again. The battle of the commander's broken halberd is coming?

"Damn it, Marshal Tukhachevsky advocated the creation of paratroopers in 1932, which idiot arrested and shot such people." Looking at the black circle on the map representing the defense node of the German paratroopers, Rokoso Fusky cursed unconsciously.

After venting his emotions, he also knew that he couldn't get rid of the one who killed Tukhachevsky, and he didn't really want to summon the soul of the undead who had been dead for many years. So Rokossovsky had no choice but to rub his dry eyes with his hands resentfully, and called his adjutant: "What are the chances of winning that railway bridge back at night?"

"Comrade General! I have been watching the progress of our two infantry divisions and two armored divisions outside. The Germans still control the bridge. If there is any breakthrough, I will notify you immediately." The adjutant said softly that it has been a long time The sleeping commander reports.

At this time, an officer came in, hesitated in front of Rokossovsky, and did not speak immediately. Obviously he brought some more important information, but he didn't know if he should say it at this time.

"What happened? I have received more bad news in the last 24 hours than in the previous 24 years. There is nothing to be taboo about." Rokossovsky made a self-deprecating sentence, indicating that there was something wrong. Explain quickly.

"Just now, Comrade General, the infantry commander of a battalion reported on a civilian telephone that some German armored troops appeared on the road near the village of Kovacs...that is, the village code-named Y17 on the map, and attacked to his camp." The officer finally opened his mouth to share the news he had just received.

"German army? Are...here?" On the map, Rokossovsky searched for a few seconds before he found the small village that was usually unknown, but the location of this village was already deep in the Soviet Union. The army was restored, very close to the railway bridge he was fighting for.

"They are sending reinforcements there... They are strengthening the defense there. In the early morning, our tanks... are not sure, not sure." Rokossovsky murmured angrily. His plan to attack and recapture the bridge seemed to have failed, and it now appeared that the Germans had fully established themselves there.

He was a little dizzy, and staggered to support the table beside him. In fact, the efforts to save the 150,000 front-line Soviet troops can only be regarded as a remedy for the dead. As for how much results can be achieved, even Rokossovsky himself has no hope. But once things are confirmed, once any hope is dashed over time, it can still feel shattered.

"The armored attack in the early morning is doomed to have no effect, and we can only work hard at night to regain the railway bridge! We only have two hours! We must be quick!" Gritting his teeth, Rokossovsky He gave the order to continue the attack, and he wanted to fight for the last chance of life for the troops on the front line, so these things had to be done.

Then he canceled another attack plan that had been prepared a long time ago: "The tank attack launched in the early morning, let's cancel it, the German armored forces will definitely arrive there before the early morning to build fortifications... A line of paratroopers reinforced with tanks, if we had the capability, we wouldn't have been able to hold that bridge down until now."

He walked back to the map, stared at the bridge, and finally made a great decision: "Go and inform the commander of the artillery to come to my office for a meeting! Discuss the use of large-caliber artillery to completely destroy that bridge." feasibility."

"Yes! Comrade General!" The adjutant stood at attention and saluted, turned around and left the office with the officer who came to report, leaving Rokossovsky alone with his hands behind his back and continued to stare at the bridge intently.

Since the 150,000 troops on the front line could not be rescued, the railway bridge could only be destroyed as soon as possible to interfere with the speed of the German armored troops advancing eastward, and buy time for the Soviet army to deploy defenses outside Stalingrad. This is Rokossovsky's plan, or the worst outcome he has to consider now.

After all, it is undoubtedly the best solution that the Soviet Union can choose under the last resort to prevent the German army from using this railway bridge. As the commander of the entire front, Rokossovsky had to prepare the means of response in advance. He is not worried about the defense of Stalingrad, because the Soviet Union has been strengthening the outer defense line of Stalingrad in the past ten days, and he is confident that he will hold on to the city and leave an unforgettable battle for the German army.

Thinking of this, Rokossovsky remembered what the man with the scar on his face said to him the day before: "The Germans have some very dangerous troops. These troops are very powerful. If you find their attack Intent, you must let me stop them as soon as possible, otherwise you will lose everything."

The indifference and arrogance of that man when he spoke was really unbearable. However, Rokossovsky hadn't figured out what the real intention of the German army was at that time, so he didn't pay attention to the man's words. Thinking about it now, what the scar-faced man said was indeed true.

"Come here! Go and call the captain of the direct tank unit named Wolfe! I want to talk to him." Thinking of this, Rokossovsky decided to put down his face and let the seemingly very reliable Men fight for a chance of life for their beleaguered troops. Regardless of whether you succeed in the end, you have to try it anyway, don't you?