My Third Empire

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Everywhere on the ground filled with smoke, a German soldier in the leg crawled slowly, only a few meters away from an assault rifle. He knew that he couldn't go back alive today, and he could only pull those hateful enemies to **** as much as possible.

Closer, closer, he stretched out his arm, and when he could reach the gun, a foot in black leather boots stepped on the back of his hand. A Soviet soldier wearing a grass-green military uniform stood next to the German soldier. The scar on the corner of his mouth made people shudder.

A Stalin tank painted in white was parked not far away. The black five-pointed star on the turret made this tank look different from other Soviet tanks. This wounded German soldier was hit by a heading machine gun on the tank. There were originally a dozen German soldiers on this position, and now they have all become dead bodies that can no longer be moved.

"Hey, kid! Don't hold a gun in front of me without my permission." Wolf Wolf wolfed a sneer and stepped on the foot of the German soldier's hand a little harder, crushing the other's hand Into the dirt.

"Ah!" The German soldier made a scream, but when he screamed, he hadn't forgotten his fighting instinct, so the other hand pulled out the bayonet on the side of the body, and stabbed it hard A famous Soviet soldier stepped on his ankle.

The other party apparently expected his movement, pulling the trigger of the pistol without any mercy, two bullets flew out of the muzzle one after another, hit the soldier's head, the bullet penetrated the helmet, The skull inside shattered and blood spilled.

So the bayonet in the hand of the German soldier fell to the side, the whole body collapsed in the snow, the blood spread on the snow, forming a red, 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 grim. He carried the gun behind his back and walked to the body of another German veteran. He picked up some unused magazines and checked them before he put them in his pocket.

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

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In a small village next to Marin, Ukraine, a farmer watched a white parachute descend from the sky. He was scared and fled back to his hut. He pulled a telegraph from a bundle of straw. A small book kept sending a fixed message, and just outside his house, an officer with more than a dozen German soldiers led the wolfhound to the outside of the village, and a local Ukrainian was pointing. The direction of this building in the village, I don't know what to say to German officials.

From the beginning of the war until now, the taming of Ukraine has been going on. Sometimes it is fruitful, and sometimes it will encounter some recalcitrant rebels. However, because the policy of disintegration and disintegration of Ukraine is very timely, these problems are gradually being solved-fewer and fewer people 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 telegraphed farmer saw the German SS around him, and there were a few young Ukrainian locals, who were wearing black SS military uniforms in high spirits. They are the most powerful soldiers under the head of state.

The cry of the wolf dog was getting closer and closer, and the German soldiers with the rifle gradually surrounded the small chalet. The lively Ukrainians were pointing around, and the only thing invisible in their eyes was pity and anger. They hated their compatriots who helped the Soviets, and felt that these people were sinners who harmed the Ukrainian nation.

"Boo!" The farmer in the house fired a shot, and a Ukrainian soldier fell to the ground. His body twisted into a ball. Apparently the pain of being hit caused him to twitch a few times before he really died. However, as the gunshots sounded, his companions also pulled their triggers, bullets flying around, and the people watching the lively people all hid in the house further away.

"Boo!" It seems that this local Ukrainian farmer, in addition to being pro-Soviet, also particularly hated the Ukrainians who betrayed him. When he opened fire, he aimed at local Ukrainian soldiers wearing no epaulets, not German soldiers in more uniform dress.

As the gunfight went on, the German finally approached the house, and the farmer ’s bullets were almost consumed. It did n’t take long for the farmer to be killed in his bedroom, and behind him, there was a book that was completely burnt down. The codebook also has a broken American-made radio station.

"Call the chief of the intelligence department, Comandor! Hurry up! Say, our military operations in the vicinity have already been known to the Soviets!" The German official at the scene was not very good-looking He frowned, looked at the body on the ground, and then looked at the body of a Ukrainian soldier who fell to the ground outside the window, shouting angrily.

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Just as German sentiment was badly reported to his superiors, the Soviet Union was set up in the general headquarters of Minsk, and an officer ran into Marshal Zhukov's headquarters.

After Zhukov gave the order for the whole army to continue to attack Kiev, the next morning, Stalin held an emergency meeting in Moscow. During the meeting, he decided to promote the front line commander. Zhukov and Temuxin were the Soviet marshals. People continue to contribute their strength to the motherland.

So Zhukov ’s rank is now Marshal. Although the specific clothing has not yet reached the front, the news of his promotion to Marshal has been announced to the whole army through the radio. Zhukov is now proud of himself. After all, he has become the first military general who has won the rank of marshal since Stalin launched a major purge. This is enough to show Stalin's trust in him, and it is enough to show that Zhukov's command is not negligent.

"Comrade Marshal! Comrade Marshal! ... The big thing is not good! The intelligence service sent news that they found that the Germans deployed a large number of paratroopers in a short time by plane near Marin!" How serious, it may be said that for the Soviet Red Army heading south, it was enough news to be a disaster.

"What?" Zhukov froze, and he didn't take the document in the hands of the officer, so he guessed the correctness of the message. The opponent has been waiting for the moment when he went south with all his strength, waiting for the moment when he was determined to take Kiev. Now he stepped into the German trap, so the German finally reinforced the otherwise fragile beast clip in a way he didn't expect.

In order to confirm that the Germans did not hide any large-scale military forces behind the Liszt Army, almost all spies deployed by the Soviet Union in Ukraine were fully operational in order to detect the movement of the German military forces. After Zhukov repeatedly confirmed, he was sure that there would be no large-scale reinforcements in a short time.

But he did everything, and did not expect that the Germans used paratroopers as a highly mobile arm to fill the seemingly fragile line of defense, and the use of paratroopers has always appeared behind the enemy, which also blurred its reality. The essence-"highly mobile elite infantry". After the Germans threw out the plan, all the talents suddenly realized that the paratroopers could not only be thrown on the enemy's territory, but also on their own territory!

"Do you know the scale of the airborne?" Zhu Kefu, who was already suffering, took the document from the officer's hand and looked at it carefully. He found that the number of paratroopers mentioned in it was very vague, and only said a lot. Zhukov knows that many Soviet spies in Ukraine are temporary workers of low quality. For these farmers, there are a lot of 1,000 people, and 10,000 people can also be described by many.

But now that he knows the Germans' final cards and is a very threatening killer, Zhukov cannot continue to optimistically assess the advantages of the Soviet Red Army on the battlefield. He must take into account the consequences of the second garrison of the Guards commanded by Rokosovsky and the third garrison of the Guards commanded by Vasilevsky, if the defense line of the Liszt e group army cannot be torn apart.

If this happens, the family that has been saved by the Soviet Red Army in such a long time will lose its glory once again, and it will also lose the entire Belarus and Molensk-maybe even Stalingrad, Leninger Le and Moscow have to slay hands. This result is obviously not something that he can bear.

The earlier determination to invest in troops was based on the already destabilizing German defense line. Now the situation has changed substantially. I do n’t know how many German paratroopers have been reinforced into Liszt ’s defense line. Once these nodes cannot be captured within a short period of time, the only thing waiting for the Soviet troops will be destroyed.

"Adventure? No! I can't take this risk! Even if I die here myself, I can't lose the last bit of the Soviet Union's blood! But if I now give up the whole plan, how should the losses be explained?" Zhu Kefu muttered, then bitten Fang looked at the huge battle map.

For a moment, he even envied the German commanders. There were too many cards in their hands, and many times these cards had unexpected effects. Even with such careful preparation, the Soviet offense still failed to achieve the desired ending, and the price has already been paid a lot.