On the banks of the Dnieper River, on the outskirts of Cherkasy across the river from the positions of the 37th Soviet Army. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Taking advantage of the cover of night, groups of artillery wagons drove to the river and entered the pre-selected area, with the muzzles of each cannon pointing across the Dnieper.

In a semi-underground bunker next to the riverbank, Lieutenant General Mandolfer, deputy commander of the Imperial Marshal's Panzer Division, stood behind the observation hole, and a group of subordinates behind him, watching the frogman performance.

Ten scouts from one battalion, one company, one platoon and one squad under the Blackwater Special Reconnaissance Regiment, wearing goggles, tight-fitting diving suits, and special waterproof backpacks on their backs, walked towards the wide Dnieper River.

With the sound of treading water, ten figures sank into the river, and with the help of binoculars, Mandolfil saw a group of human heads rising and falling on the surface of the river, which soon turned into invisible black dots on the surface of the river.

"Good luck to them." Mandolfil sends a blessing to the Scouts.

Fifteen or sixteen minutes later, on the road along the river, a mixed convoy of BA-10 armored vehicles and sideboard motorcycles stopped on the shore.

Soviet patrols with binoculars carefully swept the river, but saw only the dark water.

After about five minutes at the river's edge, and after a routine observation, the patrol set off again and headed south.

As soon as the patrol left, a head popped up in the water and grass clinging to the riverbank.

After carefully sweeping the shore and making sure it was safe, ten frogmen touched ashore and took out their weapons and uniforms from their specially sealed bags.

After rearming themselves, the frogmen disappeared into the darkness.

On the other side of the river, in Mantofir's sight, frogmen crossed the river one after another, and the undulating heads on the river surface added up to hundreds.

Northeast of Cherkasy, about ninety-five kilometers, the inner city of Lub, the headquarters of the XXIV Panzer Army.

"Tomorrow is the day of the general offensive, and our chance has come. Did you get any good news from the captives? Rommel asked.

"In front of us is the XXXVII Army of the South-Western Front, and we also know that the headquarters of this army group is here, Zolotonosha, and their commander is a lieutenant general surnamed Vlasov." Schwebenburg said.

Rommel looked at the map and found Zolotonosha directly north of Cherkasy, about twenty-five kilometers.

"Seventy-five kilometers southwest of us, a lieutenant general, who of you knows, where is the headquarters of their front? Is there any intelligence? Rommel asked.

"In Poltava, it's a long way off." Schwebenburg said.

"Well, that's him, this guy surnamed Vlasov, even if I can't catch him, I'm going to destroy his headquarters and paralyze his command." Rommel said.

A few people sketched and quickly worked out a battle plan.

Seeing that Rommel was in a hurry to lead his troops out, Schwebenburg said: "You are in too much of a hurry, the soldiers need to rest." ”

"We need to rest, the Russians behind us won't. I had to get out of here before they reached the ruble, lest I bump into them. Rommel said.

Still with the troops withdrawn from Lochvica, Rommel took advantage of the darkness to leave Lubne.

Instead of taking the nearest road to the southwest, Rommel's troops first drove more than twenty miles west, crossing a section of road that had been swept by the 10th Infantry Division, and then turned southwest.

On the northern outskirts of the city of Zolotonosha, the headquarters of the 37th Army.

Lieutenant General Andrei Andreevich Vlasov, pushing the large black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, drank his coffee worriedly.

"Rokossovsky, this lucky guy, a unit of a front, can't even catch a German armored corps, I really don't know how he got his graduation certificate in the first place." Vlasov said hatefully.

From July 1924 to 1925, Vlasov studied at the Leningrad Higher Cavalry School, where he was a classmate of Zhukov, Rokossovsky, Baghramyan and Yeremenko.

Rokossovsky, who was tall and always liked to discharge indiscriminately at females, made a deep impression on him.

In his opinion, it should be a sure thing for a front army to encircle and suppress an armored army that has penetrated deep into the enemy's territory and cut off its supplies.

However, he only saw the beginning of the story, far from guessing the end of the story.

The steppe front not only did not destroy Rommel's troops, but let Rommel run behind him, within the ruble of more than seventy kilometers from the 37th Army.

There is no doubt that early tomorrow morning, I will receive the bad news that the German troops in the direction of the inner city of Luble will launch a general offensive on the Dnieper River.

Moreover, the Germans on the other side of the Dnieper will also attack simultaneously.

Why? The playboy Rokossovsky, the Rokossovsky who was driven out of Romania by the Germans, and the Rokossovsky, who was also a lieutenant general, was able to become the commander of the Front, instead of the always conscientious himself.

At the thought of Rokossovsky, Vlasov felt a wave of jealousy for no reason.

After drinking a cup of hot coffee, Vlasov felt refreshed, the negative energy in his heart decreased a lot, and the person was sunny again.

"Is the 295th Infantry Division in place?" Vlasov asked.

"It's already in place, they're on the front line of Oneisky, facing the ruble." The chief of staff reached.

"Where is the Ninth Mechanized Corps?"

"They have arrived in Khorol, and tomorrow morning we will be able to attack on time."

"Good." Vlasov nodded in satisfaction.

His own 295 Infantry Division was in the southwest, the 9th Mechanized Army was in the southeast, and Rokossovsky's troops were due north, just forming a formation that flanked the German army in Lubnet on three sides.

The battle below will be a gamble, to see if we eat Rommel's troops first, or if the Germans rush through the Dnieper line first?

After arranging the battle plan of the troops, Vlasov was not very relieved, and after contacting the front command, receiving a positive reply from the front command, and confirming the location of the Ninth Mechanized Army and the Steppe Front, he finally put his mind at ease.

Tomorrow's battle will be the final judgment of the Dnieper line, Vlasov thought.

"It is reported that our troops in Hrybinka have been attacked, the enemy offensive is fierce, and the enemy has been found to have E-40 tanks."

Herybinka ・・・・・・ Vlasov found Hrybinka in the direction of about sixty kilometers north of the city of Zolotonosha.

"How can there be Germans there? Which troop is it? Is Rommel going to run west? This is unlikely. ”

After thinking about it, Vlasov decided to leave this thorny issue to the front command to solve.

Having sent a report on the military situation to the command of the Front, Vlasov cautiously sent his troops to conduct a combat patrol in the direction of Hrybinka, and then turned his attention to the direction of Lubne.

Tomorrow at dawn will be the day of judgment! (To be continued.) )