Major Fliyulov and his lieutenant crawled through the potato fields, crawling for fifteen or sixteen minutes before they got into a cornfield, staring at the sky and anxiously waiting for dark.

However, the reality is always crueler than the underpants, the city of Dubrovno is located at a high latitude, and it is the height of summer in July, when the days are long and the nights are short, and it is not until ten o'clock that the night takes over all the sky.

While waiting for darkness, Major Fliyulov's ears never stopped, the sound of landslides and tsunami explosions, the sound of machine gun fire like popping beans, and the roar of engines that almost tore through the sky as the group flew through the sky, constantly hitting every cell in his body.

Major Fliyulov frowned, thinking hard about how to escape the encirclement under the cover of night, and the battlefields in and out of Dubrovno, Soviet soldiers and tanks were in an unprecedented chaos and carnage.

Major Fliyulov did not know that he and his subordinates were one of the main culprits in this situation.

The Soviet infantry cluster on the outskirts of the city also received the order to retreat, and originally without the fire support of Major Fliyulov, the Soviet infantry group could not enter the city, at least it could have been evacuated in time after paying a certain price.

It was the firepower coverage of Fliyulov and his subordinates that temporarily suppressed the firepower of the German troops on the outskirts of the city, which made the Soviet infantry rush into the city in a flock, but crashed headlong into the carefully arranged killing field of the German army.

The windows of the attics of residential buildings, the vents in basements, the roofs of towering office buildings・・・・・・ a dense rain of bullets came from all directions, and the Soviet infantry who rushed into the city of Dubrovno were knocked down one by one, and every step forward was a terrible price.

The KV and T-34 tanks stormed the city in an attempt to provide fire support to the infantry, but were targeted by an anti-tank group of Waffen-SS soldiers, who opened fire from all corners of the city with tank killers, Iron Fist and PAK40 anti-tank guns. Tanks followed in the footsteps of the undead of the Soviet infantry on the ground and walked side by side on the road of no return to hell.

Just when the Soviet troops in the city were struggling and bleeding, the "enigmatic" retreat order was conveyed to the Soviet front commanders.

After staring at the telegram in his hand for a while, the Soviet officers in the former enemy headquarters all cursed.

The order to retreat did not arrive early or late, but was issued when the main force of the troops had already entered the city and was mixed up with the Germans in the city. Such an act is tantamount to a crime.

After the purge, no one in the Soviet Red Army dared to disobey the orders of their superiors, and the officers could only give the order to retreat with distorted faces and gritted teeth.

The superiors opened their mouths, and the grassroots ran and broke their legs.

After receiving orders from their superiors, countless heralds rushed to Dubrovno, and some grassroots company platoon commanders even went out in person to rush through the streets and alleys of the city to convey the retreat order to the soldiers scattered in all corners of the city.

Received an order to retreat. The soldiers on the line of fire behaved in mixed ways.

The soldiers, frightened by the bloody battle that had preceded them, rejoiced and fled from the battle,

Stimulated by the tragic sacrifice of his comrades in the previous battle, the soldiers who fought bravely to avenge their comrades were scolded, but they had to retreat under the orders of the officers.

The retreat of the Soviet troops was immediately noticed by the Germans, and the SS soldiers in camouflage uniforms immediately turned to the attack, following the retreating Soviet troops like a tide.

Some of the Soviet soldiers who did not receive the order to retreat, or who received the order to retreat, but were trapped in the city and did not have time to escape, were immediately divided and surrounded.

Next to the buildings where the Soviet army was stubbornly resistant. SS machine gunners and submachine gunners used overwhelming fire to suppress the recalcitrant Soviet troops, while grenadiers bravely rushed forward and threw grenades.

A "barbecue team" carrying flamethrowers roams the battlefield. With the cooperation of his comrades-in-arms, he shot a dazzling flame into the building where the Soviet troops were hiding, and then flew away, leaving only the gray black charcoal and the smell of barbecue in the air.

Different from the infantry's hand-to-hand combat, the No. 3 assault gun and the No. 3 assault howitzer were more vigorous, and they opened fire against the weak firepower of the besieged Soviet troops, and even the people and houses were shattered.

The Soviet troops trapped in the city were like pebbles falling into a rolling torrent. Without even a single wave, it drowned in the wave of counterattack by SS soldiers.

In pursuit of the Germans, the hasty retreat naturally turned into a rout, and the Soviet soldiers scrambled to jump into all the vehicles they could find, fleeing in all the way they came.

The officers, wielding pistols, ran through the panicked crowd. Shouting out for a return to order, he was met with unrelenting curses.

"Go to ****, piggy."

"If you want to kill yourself, don't drag us along."

The army in the rout is not as good as a group of refugees, heavy machine guns, mortars and other big guys that can affect the speed of escape are thrown everywhere, and at night on the outskirts of Dubrovno, there are figures of rout and fleeing everywhere.

Major Fliyulov and his lieutenant hid in the cornfields, shaking their heads, watching the heavily overloaded tanks and trucks crammed over the cornfields.

Soon, the routs who missed the vehicle and could only travel on their legs also appeared in their sight.

Overhead, the German bombers were still coming in waves, and they did not stop because night fell.

The flares left the cabin and floated in the sky under parachutes, illuminating the earth as if it were day.

The adjutant wanted to rush out of the cornfield and join the fleeing party, but Fliyulov stopped him.

"It's late, it's late, you hear it, it's ・・・・・・ over there," Fliyulov pointed to the east, in the direction of the town of Stennis where they had passed.

"Did you hear that, the direction of that town, that's the sound of tank guns, I'm sure the town has been reoccupied by the Germans, and the people we just saw will all be stuck in front of that town."

"Comrade battalion commander, do you mean we are surrounded? What are we going to do? Are we hiding here waiting for the Germans to come and arrest us? ”

"Run southeast, we'll run southeast, avoid that town, tonight is our last chance." After speaking, Major Fliyulov was the first to turn around and flee deep into the cornfield, and the adjutant gritted his teeth and firmly followed Fliyulov.

As Fliyulov was running on the way to escape, a thick cloud of gloom drifted over the heads of Krivoshin and his staff officers in the rear headquarters of the 25th Mechanized Corps.

Scratching the messy hair on the top of his head with his left hand, Major General Krivoshin patted the map and shouted: "What about the men of the 55th Tank Division?" Where are they? Do they have to wait until the end of the war and the enemy has reached the city of Moscow before they can climb out of the railway station. Immediately contact the headquarters of the 55th Tank Division, and if they cannot get to the battlefield before dawn, do not come again, just load up and return to Moscow to report to Comrade Stalin. ”

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PS: Some time ago, my health has been bad, and I have resigned to concentrate on recuperation at home.

Today there will be a small chapter, and tomorrow there will be a small outbreak, and the first one will be around two o'clock in the afternoon. (To be continued.) )