My Third Empire

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"Report Comrade Marshal! The forward troops of the German F Group Army have just occupied a position in our army. The position is here ..." A major Soviet general holding his helmet walked to the table next to Zhukov and Vatukin , Pointed to a place and said: "We are mobilizing our strength to fight back."

"Fight back with infantry?" Zhukov frowned and did not immediately reject the suggestion. Vatukin had to laugh bitterly again, and then replied: "It is indeed infantry, to be more precise, it is actually filled with human life ... We have too few tanks in our hands, so we can only use a lot of untrained Infantry, to delay the German attack. "

In order to fight the battle into a state of stalemate, the Soviet guards in the Moscow defense zone killed nearly 10,000 soldiers every day. It was through this desperate method of counterattack that the troops here supported Zhukov's troops. It can be said that they are using their lives to give the motherland a chance to survive.

Thousands of Soviet soldiers laid down their precious lives on the battlefield after battlefield. They attacked German positions at night, recaptured positions that were lost during the day, and then were occupied by the Germans during the day, and continued to fight at night ... Every inch of land here was not randomly obtained by the Germans, but passed through the soldiers of both sides. Countless battles finally determined the ownership.

"Don't fight back today." Zhukov thought for a while and then said, "Wait three days. After three days, a group of tank troops will arrive here, and then we will launch a large-scale counterattack to take our land again. come back."

"Tank? Comrade Marshal Zhukov, IMHO, the German position was not so good. Even if you concentrated on the tank to fight back, you would eventually be rushed back because of the heavy losses." Watujing looked heavy He said with persuasion: "According to our previous experience, tanks and anti-tank artillery are better for ambushing in defense."

Zhukov knew that he was too emotional, and he dared not use his elite tank troops in this kind of counterattack. After all, he tried it once in Kursk, and that time the cards and opportunities in his hand were much better than now.

However, at that time, his southward cluster, hundreds of thousands of strong soldiers, hit only a German army in the southern theater, was completely stopped in the wild countryside of Kursk, and he was originally planning to recapture the entire Caucasus The region has become a distant and unrealistic dream.

"But now, what can we do?" Zhu Kefu felt a little tired, he wanted to find a chair to sit down, because he felt that the endless power of his past was passing away. The development of the German army has improved, so that he can not see his hope of victory, and maintaining a war that will eventually fail is the most tiring thing as a general. Because in this case, it is not the flesh but the spirit that these generals are devastated.

"We are developing some new anti-tank means, such as the German Iron Fist anti-tank rocket launcher. There are also large-caliber rockets that can be launched directly on the ground." Vatuktin seems to see Zhukov's powerlessness, so Started to persuade. In fact, he was aware of this almost collapsed feeling. He knew that as a commander on the battlefield, he could only struggle and could not lead his troops to victory.

Speaking of which, his eyes lit up, and then he smiled a little, and said to Zhukov: "We are still raising hounds and let these smart little guys send bombs under German tanks. They are very smart and simple. The adaptation can make these military dogs have the ability to perform missions. We have put this super weapon into actual combat, and the response is not bad. "

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In the position of the Soviet defenders, a dozen or so hounds were already involved in their trenches by this time, preparing to carry out their last glorious mission. As these partners who accompanied the Soviets from small to large, the feelings between them and human beings are unquestionable.

But in this war where people ’s lives are no longer valuable, and at the moment when this person can humble death anytime, anywhere, the hound friends beside them also have to give their own for this holy war. Life is over. A group of female soldiers knelt down on the ground without saying a word, and tied the backpack with the dynamite bag already sewn to the hounds.

"Berner! Berner! Don't move! Don't move!" A young soldier holding the hound's chain stroked the neck of the strong hound while comforting a pet dog who seemed a little irritable. He gently groomed his partner's hair, choked with a few words, and tears fell to the ground along his cheeks.

Carrying a heavy burden that is not his own on his back, the hound, Bernard, shook his head anxiously, and then it calmed down, holding the back of his master's hand with his tongue. It knows that it will soon complete a task and drill down to something that looks big.

As long as it digs in to maintain its position directly underneath, its owner will feed himself with delicious food after returning. This is the only thing that Berner remembers. Those experts who tried their best to let him learn these movements called this conditional reflex.

"Is the first anti-tank squad ready?" A Soviet officer came from the side of the trench and asked these special soldiers who were preparing to fight. He knew that the hounds being dragged would not answer his question, so he set his sights on the person who led the dog.

"Sir ... I don't want my partner." A female soldier holding a dog answered his chief's words with a cry. The sergeant could only look at the person speaking coldly, and then walked to the next soldier.

These dogs were the only anti-tank weapons in his hands, and training these dogs even wasted fresh meat that had been rationed for a long time. Although he was more willing to request a few anti-tank guns with a caliber of 76 mm, he was given only a dozen dogs to deal with the German tanks.

The counterattack was about to begin, and this time the Germans captured the line and said nothing could go out. So thousands of Soviet soldiers are inserting bayonets into their rifles, and all the weapons in their hands that can be used against enemy tanks must be taken out to cover this crazy counterattack.

"If you can choose, I don't want to put the lives of thousands of soldiers on your dog." The Soviet officer reluctantly answered the question, but he used his head to face it. Questioned female soldier.

In faraway places, gunshots began to condense, and as a soldier not far away shouted, groups of Soviet soldiers in the trenches jumped out. Armed with their weapons, they shouted the slogan "Long live the great leader Stalin" and walked step by step toward the position the Germans had just occupied.

"Comrades! It's time to test us! Come with me!" The Soviet officer withdrew his revolver around his waist and shouted with his arms waving loudly. The female soldiers behind him, like the nearby men, were armed and shouted and stood up from the bunker.

Behind them, a dozen special soldiers holding dogs, protected by some tall soldiers, walked slowly towards the German positions in the distance. They saw the flag flying on their side and saw the same young face as themselves.

Suddenly, a soldier fell with his head up, and his body hit the ground like a sandbag. The passing person bypassed his position. The person passing behind could see the hole in the forehead of the fallen soldier, and The blood in the back of the brain keeps overflowing. Of course, every soldier who passed by could not forget, and those blue eyes that did not want to close.

"German assault gun!" A Soviet soldier who was not far away was kneeling on one knee, one hand on his rifle, and one finger pointing far away to remind his companion loudly, and bullets flew around him from time to time However, it looks very dangerous. At his kneeling feet, two Soviet machine gunners were firing violently with the machine guns in their hands to cover their friendly forces and rush towards the German positions.

"Left wing! German armored target! What about the anti-tank team? What about the anti-tank team? Come forward, attack! Attack!" This Soviet officer ignored the bullets flying over him, facing the so-called anti The tank team kept shouting.

Obviously, the battlefield where bullets are flying makes these ordinary pets a little panicked. These bomb-hound hounds sway their bodies a little hesitantly, looking back to their masters. They did not understand why this seemingly normal play and reward suddenly became so dangerous and terrifying.

"Berner! Remember the training we did?" The young owner knelt down on the ground and untied the collar on his neck for the last time. He patted the dog's head and touched it with his palm It has ears and neck. When the palm of his hand hit the bomb in the back, he shuddered, and finally pulled the safety ring on it, and then pointed in the direction of the front: "Up! Berner!"

So this **** dog, like a black lightning, shuttled among the crowd of Soviet offensive troops. It ran forward desperately, a pair of eyes keenly searching for the huge thing with which it was familiar in the chaotic environment. In just a moment, it rushed out of the Soviet crowd and into the center of the two armies with bullets flying.