Chapter 571 Huge Waves

December 15, Arvik, Plosen Tenth Army Headquarters.

General Bok, commander of the Tenth Army, frowned as he looked at the latest special war briefing issued by the headquarters.

Generally, the headquarters will issue a summary of secondary intelligence every 10 days, which is information not directly related to the current battle situation.

However, today is the 15th, and there are still five days until the next minor intelligence summary, but the intelligence has already been sent.

There is only one piece of information above: Rokosov was promoted to general, and may have gained the power to lead the entire Ant army along the Valdaichu River. The strength of the Abavahan Front under him may have exceeded one million.

"Does this kind of thing actually require a special notification?" Admiral Poker threw the telegram on the table. "When Rokossov and I fought against each other in June, he was still a lieutenant general, and now he is a general."

The combat map will be updated four times a day, with the latest update being at 5 o'clock this morning.

On the map, the troops of Army Group B have become a mess - at least that's how it looks on the map east of Arvik.

Army Group B includes the Tenth Army commanded by General Poker, the Second Army of which Army Group Commander Marshal Maximilian von Gron was personally concurrently commander, the Fourth Panzer Army, and the just-annihilated Sixth Army. , and the 1st and 2nd Moravian armies,.

An armored corps of the Fourth Armored Army was transferred to the Sixth Army, and the elite 16th Armored Grenadier Division was placed on the grassland between the two army groups AB to serve as a sentinel, leaving only one missing armor. military.

Later, this armored corps was also transferred to Shipling to form the group army responsible for breakout. The headquarters of the Fourth Armored Group now has only one armored division left, which is deployed in the rear of General Polk's 10th Army as a reserve force.

The Second Army of Marshal Gron, the commander of the Army Group, was also mobilized to rescue the Sixth Army. The remaining troops were fortified along the river. As a result, they were defeated by the Ante Army who attacked across the river. Now the entire Army is in a complete rout. status.

The First and Second Moravia armies have been completely dispersed, and their command organizations cannot be contacted at all. Whether it is the army headquarters or the headquarters of the following corps and divisions, it is as if they have disappeared.

Rokossov had eaten half a million troops, and now his army of one million was rushing towards another half million troops that had been defeated.

On the map, Rokosov's Abavahan Front was chasing the remnants of the army, pushing their troops towards the Suhayaveli River like sheepdogs herding sheep.

The good news is that the Suhayaveli River has frozen, and the remaining troops can easily cross the river.

The bad news is that Rokossov's million-strong army can also cross the river easily.

The Chief of Staff of the Tenth Army looked worried: "In June, Rokossov only had 100,000 troops. Counting the troops that were added later, there were only 300,000 troops. Now he leads more than one million troops." They are coming, but our losses in June and July have not yet been replenished.”

This is mainly because the training time for Proson recruits is long. Even basic infantry soldiers need to train for six months to ensure that they master the skills and qualifications before they are sent to the army to become a supplementary soldier.

General Poker: "Don't panic, we have fortifications this time. So far, the Ant people's performance in attacking fortifications is not ideal. They have been attacking the defense line of Army Group Center for many days, and they have not yet opened up the situation. ”

The chief of staff sighed: "We can only believe in the fortifications we have built over the past few months."

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Wang Zhong: "Why did you send my new tank to Novorosk?"

Pavlov: "Because this is the closest to Arvik among the sites still under our control."

There is a railway from Yarvik to Yarvik, and now the part of this railway close to Yarvik is naturally controlled by the Prossen people.

Pavlov: "Once we regain control of the railway, the train carrying your tanks can start moving forward, and we are approaching Yarvik, and the train is approaching.

"By the way, controlling the railway first can greatly reduce our supply pressure. After that, most of our supply needs can be met by the railway, and the two million civilians who follow us can take their money and go home. I mean, most of them go home. , we need some middle-aged laborers to unload the trains.”

Wang Zhong: "Well, your plan is very reasonable, I approve it!"

"I have carried out this because I know you will not object."

Vasily: "We haven't seen each other for half a year. Isn't this interaction between the two of you just the love talk of a young couple?"

Pavlov glanced at Vasily: "Commander is young and handsome, but look at what I look like after having several children. Do you think it is appropriate to say this?"

Popov: "Vasily, it seems you want to test your own dung-picking skills."

Vasily: "I am now directing the crucial operation to deceive the enemy. I am making fake corpses. Extracting feces will affect the progress."

Wang Zhong: "What did you learn at Suvorov Military Academy?"

"Staff officer, a little bit of command. There are also homework on the map, mainly on the map." Vasily spread his hands, "It will hardly help me in my current task."

Popov looked at Wang Zhong: "What do you think, Dean of Suvorov Military Academy Davalich?"

Wang Zhong: "It's better to pick up manure as punishment, but you can wait until the task of bullying the enemy is completed before doing it."

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At the same time, Private Hans of the 2nd Battalion, 411th Regiment, 51st Infantry Division, 11th Infantry Corps, felt that he could no longer walk.

The moment he felt this, his legs gave out and he was about to fall down, but was pulled up by the sergeant beside him.

"Hold on, boy." The sergeant had a strong Baden accent. "If you fall down here, you will never get up again! Think of your wife and children!"

"I'm only eighteen," said the private.

Sergeant: "What's wrong with being eighteen? You should be able to get married at eighteen, but you didn't get married before going to the battlefield? No, that's not good."

Private: "I'm too tired to talk..."

"You should say it at this time, it can make you forget your tiredness." The sergeant said, "You have a girl you like, right? If she likes you too, if you die in a foreign country like this, to her... "

Private: "It's because I might die in a foreign country, so I can't tell him."

"That's right, too." The sergeant looked forward, his eyes unfocused and he didn't know what he was looking at.

Suddenly, he said: "Do you know? We may have to retreat like this often in the future, retreating and retreating back to the empire. By then, women will continue to sell their bodies in order to survive, just like when we occupied Women in those countries do that.

"You know, in the Low Countries, all you need to sleep with a woman is a carton of eggs. Something like this will one day happen in the Empire, to the women of the Empire, to yours.

"It won't be easy for her after you die. We were dazzled by our previous victories. We have already made a big mistake."

The private was silent and clenched his teeth.

At this time, someone from behind shouted: "The enemy is coming, the enemy cavalry is coming!"

The sergeant immediately patted the private on the back: "Quick, find a bunker and hide. The cavalry's saber is not good at cutting down people squatting against the bunker!"

The private looked at the surrounding snowfield blankly: "Where is the bunker!"

The sergeant was also questioned.

They had a truck a few days ago and could use it as a bunker.

But these days, the trucks have either been blown up or have burned out and been thrown away. The entire infantry division has no vehicles, and now it is still a place with no front or back.

As far as the eye could see were snowfields, and the billowing white dust in the distance was recognized even by the private who was on the battlefield for the first time.

That was the snow raised by the enemy's cavalry running wildly on the snowy field.

The order came through: "Squat down on the spot and organize shooting!"

The sergeant immediately ran to the squad machine gunner: "I'll be your machine gun stand. Don't put it in the snow, otherwise you won't be able to see anything. Put it on my back!"

As he spoke, he squatted down, and the machine gunner immediately put the gun on his back.

He also held the machine gun's bipod with both hands over his shoulders to keep the gun steady.

Machine gunner: "Don't raise your head, sergeant. If you raise your head, your head will be shattered!"

"Shoot your machine gun! The most I can do is get my hair set on fire by the muzzle flash!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a small group of cavalry appeared in the field of vision. The leader was followed by a flag bearer, holding a retro pennant - this was the standard equipment of the cavalry in the flintlock era, and even each cavalry had this on their spears. A pennant.

The next moment, rows of cavalry appeared.

All the cavalry were wearing black cloaks, and they looked like huge black waves rolling across the silvery snowfield.

Seeing this scene, the private's hands began to shake and his breathing became rapid.

The cavalrymen drew their sabers. The bright sabers reflected the sunlight and looked like lightsabers. They began to shout: "Ula!"

Prosen responded with machine guns. The 51st Infantry Division has just been equipped with the latest machine guns, which fire very fast. When shooting, the sound is like tearing canvas, so it is also nicknamed the cloth tearer.

The cavalryman who rushed at the front was knocked down, fell off his horse, and somersaulted on the snow due to the impact.

The private fired desperately, but from the third time on, he forgot to pull the trigger. Every time he pulled the bolt, he immediately continued to pull the bolt, letting the unfired bullets fly out of the chamber.

In this way, he "fired" a magazine.

The enemy also rushed forward.

Facing the light of the saber, the private dodge subconsciously, but hit the chest of the military horse and flew directly out.

When he landed, he felt no pain due to the cushion of snow, but then the horse passed by him and stepped on his stomach with a hoof.

The private soldier spurted out a mouthful of blood, instinctively knowing that his end was coming.

In the last moments of his life, only the sound of machine guns still ringing around him could provide a little solace.

The next moment the grenade exploded and the sound of machine gunfire stopped abruptly.

The sound of the machine gun faded away, and the previously masked sound penetrated the ears.

The sounds of sabers chopping off skulls, sounds of begging for mercy, and sounds of crying.

Suddenly, the private heard someone shouting: "Mom!"

He also shouted with his last strength: "Mom!"