Chapter 10: The Newborn Calf

The newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, a young and idealistic soldier, even in the face of hardships and dangers, he will not flinch.

"Comrade Regiment Commander, there is your order!"

Zhukov, who was sitting in the tank, stretched out his hand to take the order from the messenger on a motorcycle, and his young heart was pounding nervously. However, in this moment of confusion in the night, he could not see the order clearly outside. Re-close the top cover of the tank and turn on the small light to read the command.

"Are you going to start?"

The tank driver turned his head and asked him, but Zhukov, who was sitting in the commander's seat, did not answer him. Confused, he turned his head to look over, but saw Zhukov's eyes wide open and muttering to himself.

"Oh my God, I can't believe that such an order was delivered at this time!"

The order in Zhukov's hand fell like a fallen leaf when he lost his mind, and the driver faintly saw the following words through the light.

"Order, the commander of the Tank Guards Regiment of the Heavy Tank Division of the Cavalry Corps Zhukov...... The reassignment order takes effect immediately! ”

The wound of the "Roaring Babin" put the arrangement of the light tank divisions of the cavalry corps, which were the main forces of the attack, almost into disarray. Although Paul Kochagin remained in the army, as a divisional political commissar, he was not necessarily capable of commanding such operations.

At this time, Zhukov, who was only 27 years old, was transferred to the tank division where Paul Kochagin was located as a division commander. One might think that he was too young, but for the already young Soviet Red Army, this was not a difficult task. After all, the commander of the Western Front at this time was none other than Tukhachevsky, who was only 29 years old. Therefore, a 27-year-old division commander is not unexpected.

It was originally a very difficult thing to change commanders, but the light tank division, which was the follow-up attack force of the tracked tank division, had to have a competent division commander. As a result, Zhukov, who was born in cavalry, was assigned by Stalin to become a division commander of the cavalry corps.

This is probably also due to the fact that Stalin was the leader of this army, and he always had a clear impression of the regimental officers in his "shrewd" mind.

At this time, in the position of the lightly armed tank division, Paul Kochagin was anxiously waiting for the arrival of the newly appointed division commander. The battle may begin at dawn, but as a fast tank division that expands the results, they do not have a real commander to lead them, which is a real cause for concern on the battlefield.

Finally, a jeep came from afar, and it seemed to be heading straight for the forest where he was.

Paul Kochagin waved his hand to the officers who were waiting with him, and then stretched the hem of his military uniform and stepped forward to meet him.

The cold wind blew Zhukov's countenance, and the heart of the young man was filled with a certain indescribable happiness. He had just made a run to the headquarters of the Front, and he was wearing a brand new military uniform, and the colonel's epaulettes were cooling with a new glow. Everything went so smoothly that the commander of the Front in the command, Tukhachevsky, told him about the reason for choosing him to command a rapid tank division.

"If I'm not mistaken, you should be an officer from the cavalry! Well, your record is not bad, well, I'll hand over our brave cavalry to you, do a good job! ”

Looking at the black figure of the forest in the distance, Zhukov's eyes widened, although wheeled tanks were no strangers to him.

"Are you the new comrade division commander? Hello, my name is Paul Kochakin, the commissar of the light tank division! ”

Zhukov watched with satisfaction at the same young and capable young commissar saluting him, and he and several officers behind him were also convinced that they were all commanders of tank regiments under his command.

"Hello everyone, my name is Georgy Konstantinovich Zhukov, and from today I have to fight with you. It's a pity that the war is about to start, I'm afraid we don't have time to get acquainted with each other, if you can, please tell me your names, and I think we have to discuss the battle plan, I want to get familiar with everything as soon as possible before the war! ”

Listening to Zhukov's voice, Paul Kochagin had a good impression of this elegant and calm officer. As for the battle plan, he had already prepared it in his own document bag.

"Here, Comrade Division Commander, our task is to attack from the flanks in a roundabout way after the attack enters the street fighting stage!"

Hearing this, Zhukov glanced at Paul Kochagin again. He was a little surprised as to why such a hearty young officer had become a political commissar, and in his mind, an excellent officer should first fill the post of commander, and then consider political needs.

However, he didn't know how much calmer he was than "Roaring Babin", and he didn't feel this on his face. He just nodded very simply, and took the information that Paul Kochagin handed him.

"Okay, is there any place around here that we can use. Please, comrades, it seems that we still have some more time as the follow-up echelon, and I believe that this time is enough for us to thoroughly understand the entire battle plan! ”

Yes, the light tank division still has plenty of time to plan for future operations, because it is the heavy tank division equipped with tracked tanks that will take the lead.

The battle began in the early hours of the morning, and 500 cannons made the war a white-hot state at the beginning.

The Soviet Union's approach to attack was completely different from that of the West, including the Commonwealth of China, the pioneer of the use of armored clusters.

For the Soviet Red Army, tanks were the main force in long-distance roundabouts, but the breakthroughs and attacks against the enemy's fortifications at close range were assigned to infantry units.

Behind the "Gray Wolf Tanks" were groups of armored vehicles, and behind them were groups of Soviet Red Army infantry lined up in scattered lines. If this is an attack by a tank division of the Chinese Federation, then the troops with "tank nannies" and enough armored vehicles will not include many foot infantry. And the number of planes in the sky will be several times more than when the Soviet Red Army attacked.

As for dealing with fortified positions and advocating air strikes, the Chinese Federation is generally not a place where it must be attacked, except that it has no choice but to do so. This can be easily concluded from the wars fought at home and abroad in front of the Chinese Federation.

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When the dawn began to cast light on the human world, the entire battlefield slowly appeared in the morning light.

In the face of the Polish army, the fortified area consisting of anti-tank obstacles and "quick achievements" continued. The Soviet Red Army carried out a wide-frontal assault. The long-barreled Gray Wolf tank dragged billowing smoke and released smoke for cover. In the thick fog-like smoke, more tanks and armored vehicles could be seen.

Behind these armored vehicles were soldiers of the infantry corps of the Soviet Red Army, armed with weapons in hand, advancing on foot. As they had done during the Soviet Civil War, they bowed their heads slightly, stumbling forward in the billowing dust.

Further behind, there were 75-mm support guns on board, their fire flickering from time to time as they fired. Suppressive fire was carried out on the pillboxes of those "fast fronts", as instructed by the assault tank detachments.

In the sky behind these artillery, in addition to the "Benlei" attack planes that rushed to bomb, there were also some huge "air carriers." Swarms of tadpoles are constantly flying out of their massive sizes, forming attack formations in the sky.

The war, when it is going on here, is going on in a completely three-dimensional way.

On the other hand, the Polish army was groaning under the heavy bombardment of the Soviet artillery. The small pyramid-shaped anti-tank concrete barrier, under the bombardment of heavy artillery, was thrown into the sky by air waves. The sandbags formed more dust in the sky, as if it had become a complete hell.

The "fast front" trembled under the blow of heavy artillery, and the Polish soldiers stationed inside were now cowering deep underground. Even by the time the heavy artillery bombardment began, they had already shrunk into the depths of the anti-artillery holes.

At this time, the constantly improved "fast front" bunkers showed their excellent protection capabilities, and the layers of reinforced concrete slabs withstood the bombardment of artillery shells, but the hard, soft and hard mode greatly reduced the power of the blasting grenade. When the blast of the shell lifts the outermost sandbag, the cement slab is compressed downward, and the hexagonal protective layer filled with sand comes into play.

The pressure of the gunpowder explosion is attracted when the sediment is compressed. Even the force of the explosion could not cause any damage to the anti-spall layer in the bunker. It is like a "bento box", so that the force of the entire bunker can be dispersed, and the integrity of the bunker can be protected to the greatest extent.

Of course, such excellent protection still could not resist the direct command of the shells. If a shell of 100 mm or more hits directly, it is still possible to destroy the bunker directly. However, the soldiers who hid in the anti-artillery holes in the front of the pillboxes were not harmed because of the heavy protection. All they had to do was to carry their weapons and move to another bunker through the underground passage to continue the battle.

As the "tadpole planes" of the Soviet Red Army arrived on the battlefield, the planes of the Polish army also came to the battlefield, and the struggle for air supremacy began!