While Colonel Dietrich and Major General Lopatin were "talking at length", behind him, his adjutant and the regimental headquarters operations staff officers were busy inspecting the trophies.

As the most valuable trophies, the captured military maps were unfurled one by one on the grass, and Colonel Dietrich soon heard the excited shouts of the combat staff.

Throwing down the stubborn Major General Lopatin, Colonel Dietrich walked over to the operational staff officer.

"Look what this is? Forbidly, these two maps are worth more than the strength of an army group. The operational staff officer waved the map in his hand to Colonel Dietrich, and the young face blossomed with joy.

Colonel Dietrich picked up the two maps, examined them carefully, and smiled uncontrollably.

Two maps, one showing the disposition of troops and weapons in Shebezh and the nearby Stalinist Line, and what is particularly valuable is that it even shows the location of the headquarters of the 11th Army.

The other map has few markings, but the objective is just as important as the arming map.

"It turns out that they are hidden here, I should have thought that there would definitely be a large arsenal nearby at an important defensive node on the Stalinist line in the city of Shebezh, and this arsenal belongs to me."

Colonel Dietrich was excited, and he did not forget to look up at Major General Lopatin proudly.

Sure enough, in the gaze of Major General Lopatin, he saw despair and frustration.

After having the regimental drawing squad copy two maps, Colonel Dietrich immediately had the original maps carried across the lake back to the west shore of Lake Sebezh and sent the maps to the division headquarters.

After waiting for a cosmic cigarette, Colonel Dietrich finally received a radio reply from the divisional headquarters, allowing Colonel Dietrich to attack on his own, and the divisional headquarters would fully cooperate.

After some radio contact. Colonel Dietrich reported his entire battle plan to the police divisional headquarters.

With the approval of the divisional headquarters, Colonel Dietrich led his troops back to Route 563.

Corpses were strewn everywhere, and on the messy Highway 563, Soviet medics ran between the wreckage of vehicles and dead bodies, looking for the surviving wounded to give treatment.

In the forests on both sides of the road, two companies of infantry were armed. Carefully scattered through the forest, searching every corner of the forest, trying to find traces of the perpetrators.

In the forest on the right side of the road, yellow, orange shells scattered on the ground indicate that this was the main ambush site for the German ambush forces.

When the Soviet infantry was searching the forest, they did not know that their every move was under the surveillance of the German observation post lying in ambush deep in the forest.

When the Soviet infantry group searched out of the forest and came to a large cornfield. What awaited them was a head-on blow.

When most of the Soviet infantry came out of the forest and stood on the grass between the forest and the cornfield.

In the cornfield, I suddenly remembered the roar of the MG42 machine gun, and in the terrifying roar of tearing oilcloth, the Soviet infantry was thrown to the ground one by one, and the green grass was instantly stained with red blood.

Needless to say, get moisturized by these organic fertilizers. The grasslands here are bound to be more fertile than those in other regions.

Suddenly attacked, the original pursuer became the target of hunting. The morale of the surviving Soviet troops collapsed almost instantly, and they all turned around and fled back into the forest.

In the cornfield, countless SS soldiers jumped out, chased the figure of the Soviet infantry, and chased the forest where the Soviet infantry had fled.

Superior in strength and firepower, SS soldiers killed one Soviet soldier after another who tried to resist on the forest terrain. Returning to Route 563 again, it was not until they encountered the resistance of the Soviet infantry company on the other side of the road, which heard the sound of gunfire and rushed to help, that the two sides fought in the forest.

During the firefight, the trunks of countless pine trees were bruised by bullets. Crumbling bark fell all over the ground.

The explosion of mortars and grenades sent clouds of gray-black smoke out of the forest, swirling over the forest with guns and cannons.

During the battle, behind the Soviet position, a Soviet major lay behind a bush, observing the situation on the battlefield while calling the city of Shebezh by radio.

With Major Na's report for help, the Soviet troops in the city of Shebezh fell into even greater agitation.

In less than twenty minutes, a long column of trucks rushed out of the city of Sebezh and hurried along Highway 563 to the place of engagement, and with the arrival of Soviet reinforcements, the exchange of fire in the forest escalated again.

Behind the line of fire, Colonel Dietrich watched a company of troops disappear southeast of the battlefield through the cornfields.

Colonel Dietrich led the main force of the regiment to personally sow chaos near the city of Shebezh in the northwest, while the task of raiding the Soviet ammunition depot in the southeast was entrusted to an elite infantry company.

Patiently directing the battle and waiting for the good news of the assault company's victory, Colonel Dietrich suddenly noticed two planes flying overhead from west to east.

Picking up the binoculars, Colonel Dietrich looked into the air and could clearly see the black and white Iron Cross painted under the wings of the plane.

These two planes are probably the planes that they were sent to trouble the headquarters of the Russian Eleventh Army in their own plans.

The two planes that Colonel Dietrich saw were the combat reconnaissance sub-models of the ME-109 fighter.

After the two planes flew eastward over the battlefield full of artillery and killed a MiG-3 fighter that had come to intercept them, they finally found an inconspicuous small village northeast of the city of Shebezh.

Because the Soviet Union was a very closed country, many of the military maps used by the German army were copied from old military maps from the First World War, and for more than 20 years, many settlements, especially villages, on the map no longer existed.

In the old version of the map, new settlements appeared in areas that were originally deserted.

The village of Bereka, where the commander of the 11th Army was located, provided by Colonel Dietrich, was a village that had not been marked on the German military map, and the task of the two reconnaissance planes was to find this inconspicuous village that was relevant to the overall situation of the campaign.

Although the village suspected to be Bereka was found, the two combat reconnaissance planes did not attack, nor did they even circle closer.

In order to avoid alarming the target in advance. The two combat reconnaissance planes simply flew straight over the village of Bereka.

After flying 20 kilometers, a large circle was made, and the signal to call the bomber group was given, and the two combat reconnaissance planes flew back to the village of Bereka.

As before, the two planes seemed to be just passing passengers in a hurry, without any stops.

Twenty minutes later. When the two combat reconnaissance planes flew over the village of Bereka for the third time, they were already followed by a group of eight fighters and sixteen Stuka dive bombers.

As the group approached the village of Bereka, eight ME-109 fighters vanished, each looking for Soviet fighters over the battlefield to fight in pursuit of their own military exploits and honors.

By the time sixteen Stuka dive bombers arrived over the target, the Soviets in the village of Bereka had already discovered that the bomber group was coming towards them.

Looking down from above, the village of Bereka is filled with ant-like figures running around, and trucks and cars scurrying around the ground like flies.

Clouds of black smoke rose from the corners of the village of Bereka. A series of anti-aircraft shells flew into the sky and swooped down on the Stuka dive group.

The anti-aircraft shells could not stop the Stuka pilots' desire to pursue the Iron Cross, and with the screaming of the horn of Jericho, the Stuka dive bomber swooped down on the ground at an angle close to the perpendicular ground, and did not rise again until it was about three or four hundred meters above the ground.

At the drop point of the 500-kilogram bomb and the 50-kilogram bomb, the house took off into the sky in an instant. From the broken bricks and wood chips, traces of humanoid objects flashed from time to time.

Soviet personnel close to the bomb drop. The fragile flesh and blood were torn apart by the powerful shock wave and shrapnel, and the colorful internal organs flew into the air with the rain of blood, and then fell to the ground.

The ground and buildings of the village of Bereka are stained with mottled blood.

Two Stuka dive bombers were in the dive and were unfortunately hit by Soviet anti-aircraft fire. A fighter plane dragged a thick cloud of black smoke from its tail and plunged headlong into the ground.

The fuel tank exploded along with the bomb it carried, and the endless flames and shock waves instantly engulfed the surrounding buildings for hundreds of meters, and the killing range of the shrapnel was even greater than this distance.

Another Stuka dive bomber was disintegrated by a volley of heavy artillery fire, and its body turned into a huge fireball. Wrapped in countless steel shards, it smashed straight to the ground, setting off a bloody storm among the buildings and people on the ground.

In just ten minutes, a village that was originally quiet and peaceful was instantly surrounded by flames and gunsmoke.

By the time the Stuka dive bombers departed, the village of Bereka was left with almost a geographical term.

The neat and orderly houses were gone, leaving only countless craters and dead bodies scattered across the village.

In the confusion, I don't know whether they were hit by the Stuka dive bomber group, or in order to avoid the air raid, there was no time to take the radio station, and after the air raid, the two infantry corps under the 11th Army, as well as the Northwest Front Command as the superior, all lost contact with the headquarters of the 11th Army.

While the Stuka dive bombers were flapping their wings and triumphantly leaving the battlefield to return home, the assault company sent by Colonel Dietrich was wading through the woodland.

The sky was already bright, Soviet convoys and tank formations often passed by on the road, and the assault company did not want to participate in unnecessary battles, let alone expose its presence, so it could only choose to go through the field, choose a remote boulevard, or even a woodland without a road.

After a long journey of nearly two hours, through thorny forests, through a small patch of farmland, and around a small lake, the assault company finally reached its destination, a small village of about twenty houses.

The houses in the village sit on the northern slope of a hill, and most of the houses are painted green, even the roof tiles are an eerie green.

From a distance, it seems that every house has a bright "green hat".

Each courtyard is surrounded by lush bushes and tall pine trees.

If it were not for deliberate reconnaissance, it would be almost impossible for reconnaissance planes flying at high altitudes to discover these buildings hidden in the green, and even if they did, they would only treat this village as an ordinary village and would not take a second look.

The arrival of the assault company broke the tranquility of this "paradise".

In order to avoid the convoy on the road, the assault company hid deep in the forest, and with the cover of the woodland, quietly approached the village, which was only available on Soviet military maps.

According to the confessions of Soviet prisoners of war, the road leads to the depths of the village.

The hill on which the village is located has been hollowed out, and beneath the hill and the adjacent ground lies a huge arsenal, the main entrance of which is a large steel gate.

The assault company did not attack directly, but chose to make a detour behind the hill where the village was located.

The commandos hid in the dense jungle, but the radio signal rushed out of the dense forest and flew straight to the far rear.

In less than half an hour, a dark cloud flashed in the western sky.

The "dark clouds" quickly drifted over the arsenal, causing panic among all Soviet troops near the arsenal.

The Soviet anti-aircraft gunners on the ground guessed in panic whether the German aircraft group in the sky was purely passing by, or they were coming on their own.

In recent days, because of the fighting in the area of Pustoška, almost every day, German aircraft groups have been flying over the arsenal.

Initially, each appearance of the German aircraft group caused tension in the Soviet air defense forces on the ground.

However, as every tension was a waste of emotion, the air defense forces near the arsenal had lost their initial vigilance when they saw a German aircraft group again.

The reason for the panic is that this time the group of planes seems to be flying at a lower altitude.

Just when the Soviet air defense units on the ground were hesitating whether to open fire, in the dense forest, which seemed to be empty, suddenly remembered a few muffled sounds.

The characteristic whistling sound of mortar shells sounded, and an eerie "hissing" sound was heard from inside the village.

Wisps of white smoke peeked out from the corners of the village's houses, from the bushes, and even from the rooftops, and immediately gathered into white clouds over the village.

After the initial shock, heart-rending roars rang out from every corner of the village.

"Hidden, hidden."

This is the shout of the officer of the garrison of the arsenal.

"Fire, fire."

This is the order shouted by the commander of the air defense forces.

The sound of continuous anti-aircraft artillery fire sounded almost at the same time as the screeching of the Stuka bombers as they dived.

Amid the sound of artillery fire and explosions, the village was no longer quiet, replaced by endless death and fighting.

Seeing the smoke of the Stuka dive bomber near the arsenal, the soldiers of the assault company clenched their weapons in their hands.

After the bomber group has completed its mission, it is the moment for them to charge. (To be continued.) )