Nine Hundred and Sixty-Four Another Plan

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Just when Ryan and Alice didn't know what to say, another voice suddenly sounded from behind Alice: "That...Captain Ryan, you only want to ask Alice and your car Team, did you forget something?"

Ren turned around again, but this time he turned around much faster: "Marcus? Wasn't your tank hit? Are you okay?"

Marcus, who came out from behind Alice, was also covered in bandages, but obviously his condition was much better than that of Ryan. The ace tank commander in the 502nd Armored Battalion and the gossip king of the entire battalion smiled and said, "It sounds like you're expecting something to happen to me. Our tanks ran out of ammunition, so everyone survived. There were 5 people in the car group, and 4 survived in the end."

In fact, this is not surprising. The place where they were hit was the rear of the tank. Although the engine was destroyed, it obviously did not damage the front cabin. But since someone died in battle, the actual situation is definitely not as light as what Marcus said.

"Then why didn't you answer immediately when I called you?" Ren asked.

"Well, the shrapnel came out of the engine compartment and flew everywhere, and the whole cabin was full of blood..." Marcus smiled wryly, and then pointed to the other arm that was suspended with his intact finger: "I lost it." Lost two fingers, two pieces of shrapnel on my body, and a broken head. My gunner was killed in action, the loader lost two legs, and the radio equipment saved one of the electromechanics. Only let him be 'lucky' lost an arm...that's why I couldn't answer your call."

It's not that some things didn't happen, it's just that the parties don't want to bring them up again. Marcus's team lost less than Rennes' team, and everyone has something to lose in this war. What some people lose is their own fragile life, while what some people lose is a good memory.

As the song of the Armored Corps sings: If we fall in the ditch, and meet such an unfortunate day; If we cannot retreat, cannot return to the embrace of the motherland; Heaven calls...then at least our loyal tanks will give us a metal grave.

Kursk is a huge cemetery, where steel coffins are scattered one after another, and these steel coffins are full of soldiers who fought for the motherland and for their beliefs. Whether they are evil or righteous, they already have Without their own destination, those who are alive will only be left with suffering and sentimentality.

Ren was stunned for a moment, and then apologized softly, "I'm sorry. I couldn't defeat Wolfe..." In Ren's heart, it wasn't that he defeated Wolfe. He had more advanced weapons and more advanced weapons. With comprehensive battlefield support, Wolff was finally killed by relying on special forces. This victory was not well deserved for him, and it can only be said that he barely completed his plan.

"Still the same,

Take everything on yourself. "Marcus smiled, then took a hard step, and walked to Rennes' window: "Your room is much better than my ward, do you mind adding an extra bed here? "

Before Renn could answer, Marcus rushed to continue: "This is war, Renn. We are nothing in this war, just like those soldiers who died downstairs moaning." To be able to survive such a tragic battlefield is already God's favor for us, isn't it?"

"The commendation order from above has come down, and the Knight's Iron Cross with Sword Oak Leaf has also been awarded to me." Marcus raised his chin, showing off his highest honor in this war: "The above The 502nd Armored Battalion is being reorganized, and the battalion commander was originally you."

Ryan finally understood how Alice and Marcus found the hospital he was in. If the 502nd Armored Battalion was reorganized and he was chosen as the battalion commander, there was no reason not to find out the "retirement application" he submitted a few days ago Report".

"You... I should have submitted the application." Ren looked at Marcus and said.

"Of course, I know that you no longer have the idea of ​​fighting in the front line." Marcus nodded, and then continued: "So they asked us to persuade you, and hope that after you return to the rear, you will still be in the military Come and make your own contribution to the special forces training of the Third Reich. That's why we were able to come here from the field hospital dozens of kilometers away, and I will take your place as the commander of the new 502nd Panzer Battalion .”

Ren didn't agree, but he didn't refuse either. After a while, he asked the question he cared about, instead of giving an answer of agreement or disagreement: "Will Alice still be in your camp? Do me a favor and keep her from going to the front line, okay?" "

When Alice heard Ren mentioning herself again, and she cared about herself, the smile on her face grew stronger. She didn't care about the war, and she didn't care about the sufferings she went through. She was just a girl who had just begun to love her, that's all. It is already the greatest comfort in a girl's heart to hear a trace of care and concern from her sweetheart.

Marcus laughed: "Actually, the story about the two of you in the army has already been written and published as a novel. I heard that you were promoted to lieutenant colonel this time because of your accumulated achievements. Alice will regard you as a I will go back to Berlin with you as your personal assistant and secretary. As for Andre... He is really retired, and I can't help him. The logistics department of the G Army gave him a lot of subsidies, maybe he is already in On the train back to my hometown."

For the Soviet Union, for Moscow, everything seems to be over. Everyone knows that Zhukov's troops did not repel the enemy's attack. The defense line around the city has been in operation for a long time and can be regarded as solid, but the tens of thousands of heroic but small main forces and 100,000 improvised cannon fodder are simply unable to stop the German advance. What's even more frightening is that these troops have no foreign aid, and their successors are weak, so everyone's faces are full of indescribable frustration and confusion.

The breeze blew through the open windows in the inner corridor of the Kremlin, and the documents scattered on the floor were blown by the wind, and no one had picked them up. The empty room is filled with an unpleasant smell of burnt paper and film. Various documents in this country, intelligence and data that have been painstakingly collected, data backups in various regions, and even Some court records of Tsarist Russia and inventories of royal property were required to be thrown into the brazier and burned.

At the same time, all the living systems in Moscow, waterworks and power plants were required to be destroyed. No one would be surprised if the water supply and power supply were stopped at any time. Sewers and subways have been transformed into underground bunkers, some solid underground air defense facilities have been reinforced and expanded, countless trenches have been dug on every street, barbed wire and checkpoints are everywhere. All civilians are required to sew more than 10 cloth bags every day, which are used to hold sand and rubble as sandbags for building fortifications.

The food and medicines looted in the city were collected by the army, the elderly under the age of 50 were required to join the army, all the doctors were concentrated, and even the clergy in the church were unified into the army to do some medical treatment for the wounded. The work of soldiers praying for the dead. Women and children were all registered and became what Stalin and his generals considered "reserves".

Many departments in the city of Moscow are empty, and fringe functions such as marriage registration and community services have stopped functioning a month ago. Trucks transporting food and vegetables are often looted, and some violent incidents and robbery cases are left unattended—the police are all conscripted into soldiers, and the people who maintain law and order are all grandpas in their seventies and eighties. They really lack deterrence against illegal activities. .

It seems that only the army is still functioning normally in the whole city. Under Stalin's crazy order of all the people, the whole of Moscow has become a giant fortress in chaos, except for the dying struggle against the German troops in the form of self-destruction , has lost other functions.

It is almost a dying struggle with no way out. Everyone knows that the leader of the Soviet Union, Comrade Stalin, is dying, because even if the Soviet Union wins this battle by chance, the collapse of the bureaucratic system and file management will make the Soviet Union lose its ability to control the region. In other words, no matter what, the behemoth of the Soviet Union is going further and further on this road of self-destruction.

Compared with the German army, which was defeated but full of stamina, the pressure on the Soviet Union, which has lost its mobilization advantage, is now even greater. The two-front war made it impossible for the Soviet Union's troops to look at each other head to tail, and the country's mobilization ability had been lost in sevens and eighties, and it was no longer possible to use overwhelming national power to offset the terrible loss on the front line.

The Leningrad defenders were forced to retreat across the board, and the Finnish and German Army Group E occupied this "city named after the former leader" without bloodshed. The German army tore down the statue of Lenin in the city, and hung the eye-catching German swastika flag everywhere. The journalists wrote about this victory, hoping to offset the embarrassment of Belgorod being taken back by the Soviet Union.

The Soviet Union seemed to have been slapped in the face again, and the field it finally recovered from Belgorod was lost in the Battle of Leningrad. As for why Leningrad, which was prepared to resist until death, ended up without a fight, it starts with another battle plan.