The guns were heavy and bullets were flying, and the remaining Finnish soldiers desperately resisted the enemy's attack, only to feel more and more overwhelmed. The Soviet tanks, which were not afraid of bullets, were like moving steel pillboxes, and the accuracy of the direct artillery support they provided at close range was many times higher than that of field guns. Although the 37mm high-explosive shell was only as powerful as a grenade, it was enough to wreak havoc on the Finnish infantry bunkers, and in a matter of minutes, the Finnish line was crumbling with suppressed fire.

In front of the gun emplacement, which was hung with camouflaged grass, the Finnish gun commander stared at the new tank in the distance. Just now, his own artillery crew had fired three rounds at the target, but these shells were all bounced off without exception, and through the gun mirror, the Finnish gun commander could even see the dark scratches left on the target's hull. He never thought that the Italian gun in his hand would have impenetrable tank armor, you must know that the Bofors 37mm battle defense gun, which was less powerful before, almost never missed the Russian tank!

At this time, the new Soviet tank with its wide hull was the closest target to him. If it is not knocked out first, this anti-tank gun will immediately be discovered by the opponent due to repeated fire, and then as long as the enemy fires a few grenades, his own people and artillery will have to be accounted for here. Although the Italian-made 47mm anti-tank gun is powerful, its weight is 1.2 tons, and it is tantamount to a fool's dream to quickly transfer it after being discovered by the Soviets!

"It's a pity that the Italians didn't provide tungsten core armor-piercing shells, otherwise they could have tried again......" The Finnish gunner's regret flashed immediately, and after quickly observing the battlefield situation, he resolutely gritted his teeth and ordered to adjust the gun muzzle and re-select a BT tank 470 meters away as the target. Now this artillery is the only force that can destroy Soviet tanks at a long distance, so it must not waste its firepower in the attrition entanglement with an unknown enemy, but must do everything possible to destroy the enemy tanks on the battlefield that are extremely suppressive of your own infantry. As for his own safety, he can no longer take care of it at all, is his own life his life, and the life of his infantry comrades is a mustard that should be ignored?

"Boom!" The loud bang was deafening, the red light exploded angrily, and a 47-millimeter projectile was fired out again from the muzzle of the Finnish gun. Due to the influence of vegetation on the battlefield on the line of sight, the shell did not hit the steel, but smashed into the open space more than ten meters away from the Soviet tank, stirring up a large canopy of ice and debris. The Soviet tank group, which had been hit one after another, began to carefully follow the sound to find the perpetrator, and after the opponent fired two more shots, finally judged the approximate location. Soon, four Soviet tanks fired back at the Finnish anti-aircraft artillery positions, and although they were still not flattering, they firmly locked on the enemy's next move.

Is the position still going to be lost? Seeing her artillery fall silent in the light of several explosions, Orma thought with some sadness. I thought that the surprise appearance of my two fighters was the precursor to the reversal of the battle, but now it seems that it only caused a ripple on the surface of the water, and finally it still returned to the dead silence of despair. At this time, in Orma's field of vision, the tide of Soviet infantry was less than 200 meters away, and eight tanks marked with red stars rumbled at the forefront, severely suppressing the fire of the Finnish soldiers with on-board guns.

Dead bodies fell to the ground, blood splattered, and after paying the price of nearly 600 casualties, the Soviets finally rushed into the line and engaged the defenders at close range. The Soviet soldiers, apparently given the order to die, were frenzied by fear, and as soon as the Finnish soldiers raised their guns and knocked down one, five or six rushed over his corpse. The remaining Finnish soldiers were quickly outnumbered and scattered by numerous enemy forces, and although the battlefield was still chaotic, the final result was clearly apparent.

Orma collapsed in front of a boulder, blood pouring from the corners of her mouth. After successfully sneaking up on a Soviet soldier passing by him with a pistol, he was also pierced through the chest and abdomen by the opponent's dying counterattack because of his difficulty in moving, which made Orma, who had suffered heavy blood loss before, quickly feel the world spinning, his head was extremely heavy, and his consciousness was rapidly fading from his body. He crawled as hard as he could, looking out of the bunker, and the mottled battlefield was littered with the corpses of the enemy. The wreckage of the two tanks burned like torches in their positions, becoming the brightest light in the land at dusk.

"Well done boys...... Olma whispered softly, with an indescribable sense of relief in her heart. His soldiers were all warriors, and in this close fight, he not only destroyed far more enemies than himself, but also killed 2 Soviet tanks with Molotov cocktails. Regardless of the outcome, they and they have perfectly fulfilled the mission and duty of the soldiers, and can return to the arms of the Lord with honor.

"Bang!" A loud bang suddenly resounded on the battlefield, and Orma, whose consciousness was about to dissipate, suddenly cleared the platform, returned to the light and opened her eyes again. He was stunned to find that the collision-like sound just now came from a new Soviet tank not far away, and his own anti-tank gun position, which had already been dumbfounded, roared again, and the distance between the two sides was only less than 50 meters! Just as Olma was excited by the tenacity of her gunners and the destruction of another Soviet tank, the tank's turret suddenly spun slowly and ended the battle with a roar.

Olma smiled bitterly, then leaned back against the boulder as if she had lost all her strength, and closed her eyes.

The spring breeze blows, the tender green branches climb the street trees in Moscow, and the first wildflowers bloom on the green lawns, clearly signaling the arrival of spring to thousands of households. As a result, the citizens took off their heavy winter clothes and began to wear more dexterous clothes to devote themselves to their daily lives, and the snow has long since disappeared, turning into a source of sweetness to nourish all the creatures on this land.

In the deep and solemn Kremlin's main conference room, Stalin was standing quietly in front of the window and staring at the scenery outside. A needle pine grows on the lawn ten meters away, and the new bright green leaves stand out in the dark green. He suddenly burst into a strong tyrannical mood, and wanted to order the guards to cut down and eradicate all the plants in the palace complex, as if only in this way could he forget the passage of time, and in order to alleviate the intense hatred and humiliation in his heart in the chaos.

A few steps away, the tall, thin and clear General Staff Shaposhnikov's heart suddenly tightened, he gritted his teeth and stood in place, his hands involuntarily clenching his straight military pants. As an old tsarist officer who survived the Great Purge, Shaposhnikov was already aware of Stalin's mood at this moment: he must have been reminded of the still unresolved Finnish war because of the spring scene outside the window, and he was forcibly suppressing volcanoes and storms.

"Comrade Shaposhnikov, did Comrade Timoshenko report on how long it will take to end the fighting on the Northern Front?" Stalin asked slowly in a slightly hoarse voice. Shaposhnikov did not dare to look directly into Stalin's gaze, and bowed his head and said: "According to Comrade Timoshenko's prediction, in another 1 month, our army will be able to completely tear through the Mannerheim Line from the west and break through the Karelian Isthmus into the plain. ”

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a haze on the other side's face, and Shaposhnikov hurriedly explained: "Dear Comrade Stalin, the offensive effect of our army in the last two months has been significantly improved compared with the end of last year. Although the current pace of advance is a little slower, and the cost of men and materials is very large, our army is indeed advancing, and at the same time inflicting irreparable fundamental damage on the Finns. ”

"There are only three sharp weapons that the Finnish white bandits relied on to resist the Red Army's iron cavalry. The first is the harsh winter of short days and long nights, the cold winter of land and sea, the complex terrain of Karelia and its skillfully constructed fortifications, and the third is the total of 100,000 well-trained regular soldiers and reservists. Now these dependences of theirs are rapidly disintegrating. ”

"With the passage of time, the superiority of our forces in air and armor will be infinitely magnified, and this will inevitably inflict significant damage on the Finnish living forces in battle, and push the anvil of our offensive to move forward. As soon as our army crosses the rugged and complex Karelian Isthmus, the road to Helsinki will be easy, and I am sure that the Finnish army will be completely crushed within half a month of the fall of Vyborg. Shaposhnikov said.

Hearing this last reassurance, Stalin's gloom receded slightly, but at the thought that it would take another six to seven weeks to end the torment on the Northern Front, resentment and reluctance returned. It can be said that this war made the Soviet power lose face in front of the whole world, and Stalin himself, who made the decision, was inevitably stained - although no one in the Soviet Union dared to have the slightest contradiction on this issue, this absolutely did not mean that everyone had no ideas; Even if Stalin later shifted all the blame to Meretskov and other front-line generals, his potential prestige would still be weakened. This was definitely a bad signal for Stalin himself.

While fearing the loosening of the foundations of his dictatorship, Stalin also developed a soul-wrenching fear of the current weak fighting power of the Red Army. He was an old Bolshevik who came from the Russian Civil War, and he knew very well what the strength of the armed forces meant to the Soviet power: if it were not for the young Red Army led by Frunze, Tukhachevsky and other generals in a bloody battle and defeated a strong enemy, the Red Soviet Union would have been wiped out by the joint strangulation of the White Army and foreign intervention forces. Although the country is now decided, the threat from the west is getting worse day by day. With the current strength of the Red Army, will it be able to retain power in the face of Hitler's sword?