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The night of May 29 was destined to be a sleepless night for Ryabishev.

Overnight, bad news came one after another.

To the north of Petrosu Peak, units of the 10th Tank Division of the 15th Mechanized Corps attacked the positions of the 60 Motorized Rifle Regiment of the 92 Motorized Division of the German Army.

With the rough skin and thick flesh of the KV-1 and the rampage of the T-34, the 10th Tank Division caused a lot of problems for the 92nd Motorized Rifle Regiment.

The 92nd Motorized Rifle Regiment had just occupied the northern part of Petrosu Peak, and before it had even had time to dig a foxhole, it was charged by a tank cluster of the 10th Tank Division.

Faced with the onslaught of nearly 200 tanks, the 92nd Motorized Rifle Regiment stubbornly blocked the 10th Tank Division's advance with only 12 PAK40 anti-tank guns and the tank destroyer battalion of the 24th Armored Division assigned to them.

In the wilderness, the soldiers of the 92nd Regiment used bushes, cornfields, and various low-lying terrain as cover, and used their PAK40 anti-tank guns, iron-fisted anti-tank rockets, and tank-killer anti-tank rocket launchers to frantically hunt down the oncoming Soviet tanks.

From 500 to 50 meters, 20 meters, 10 meters, and even zero distances, the German infantry had close contact with Soviet tanks again and again.

The warheads of Iron Fist and Tank Killer spit out deadly jets of metal.

After the KV-1 and T-34 melted pencil-sized wounds, the Golden Jet emitted unbearable heat, carrying steel chips into the fragile flesh and blood of the Soviet tankmen, melting and impaling everything that stood in their way along the way.

Wherever the metal jets passed, sweat-smelling uniforms, sweaty skin, slowly wriggling internal organs, and hard bones. Everything was scorched and penetrated. Blood and tissue fluid are evaporated.

The cabin was filled with the smell of burnt barbecue and blood. It was also filled with the wails of the tankers as they were dying.

Revenge shells and bullets quickly fell on the German infantry and gunners, one PAK40 anti-tank gun was engulfed in the flames of the explosion, and the gunners were hit by flying shrapnel and fell in a pool of blood.

Under the dual effect of vodka and hatred, some Soviet tanks did not even fire, but directly knocked down the German infantry who could not dodge, crushing them into bones and flesh.

About two hours after the start of the engagement, the main force of the 24th Panzer Division completed the task of sweeping northwest of the city of Buzeu. Urgently moving to the north of Petrosu Peak, the arrival of two battalions of tanks of the XXIV Panzer Regiment instantly broke the stalemate on the battlefield and pressed the balance of victory on the side of the Germans.

In the evening, Ryabishev received a telegram from the 15th Mechanized Corps that the 10th Tank Division was forced to retreat, and the counteroffensive of the 15th Mechanized Corps on the right flank of the German army was a complete failure.

Less than an hour after the defeat of the 10th Tank Division, Ryabishev lost contact with the defenders of Petrosu Peak and the town below, meaning that the commanding heights of the battlefield had been occupied by the Germans.

After nightfall, Ryabishev took the last shred of luck. With the adjutant, he drove to the east of the city of Buzeu, climbed to the top of a five-story building and looked east.

in the telescope. The flares fired by the German artillery flew high into the air in an arc, and in the sky, the faint whistling sound of German fighters sounded, and one after another flares hung under the parachutes and slowly fell to the ground.

The flares are like bright street lamps, reflecting the ground and sky as if it were daytime.

From time to time, red, golden flames shone from time to time, and it was the flames that erupted from the cannon fire.

Every time the fire flashed, Ryabishev could hear the rumbling of muffled thunder.

The Germans were advancing overnight on the banks of the Buzeu River, and did not stop their offensive because of the arrival of night.

The last shred of luck in Ryabishev's heart was shattered.

Returning to the military headquarters, Ryabishev saw the telegram in the hands of the chief of staff at a glance.

"A telegram from Moscow, an order from Comrade General Secretary himself, not to allow us to retreat a single step, we must hold on to our positions and wait for reinforcements to arrive."

Ryabishev snatched the telegram, glanced at it twice, and threw it on the map table.

"I know that the nearest reinforcements are on the north bank of the Buzeu River, and even if they can break through the resistance of those butterfly demons, how will they cross the river, will they have to swim across the river? Both bridges were blown up, and it would take at least a week to rebuild them, again without Luftwaffe harassment. ”

The butterfly demon that Ryabishev is talking about is none other than the SD-2 butterfly bomb dropped by the Luftwaffe.

The butterfly bombs, which were loaded with not only air-detonation fuses, but also delayed and counter-operational fuses, were laid on the beach on both sides of the Buzeu River, tiled on the remaining bridge decks and hung on the roofs of houses.

Thousands of "demon eggs" surrounded the two broken bridges, turning them into a forbidden area for humans.

It will explode if touched, and it will explode randomly if it is not touched, and anyone who tries to get close will be severely punished by the Demon Egg.

Because of the existence of the "devil's egg", Soviet sappers could not even get close to the bridge, let alone repair it.

The road to the north was cut off by the devil's egg, and the road to the northwest was also cut off, and it was the road to the mountains of the Carpathians, and even if the road was clear, he could not retreat to the enemy-controlled mountains.

The south, which was under the control of the Germans and Romanians, was left unchecked, and the only retreat in the southeast was that the Germans were marching overnight, preparing to encircle the remnants of the Eighth Mechanized Corps in one fell swoop.

If you want to break through, it is the best time to take advantage of the fact that the encirclement has not yet been closed, and the cover of night.

At this time, the Supreme Leader wanted to hold the city of Buzeu by himself, did he want to use himself and the Eighth Mechanized Army to add a glorious record to the Germans?

Ryabishev's heart was filled with irrepressible anger and incomprehension.

Thinking of the chilling word "purge", Ryabishev struggled to restrain his mood swings, suppressed the "disrespectful words" to the Supreme Leader that almost blurted out, stretched out an old face, and said to the chief of staff: "We must obey the orders of the Supreme High Command and prepare all those who can hold guns for battle. Tell the soldiers on the front line that the reinforcements are on the other side of our Buzeu River, and that every minute we hold on will buy the reinforcements an extra minute to cross the river. ”

Ryabishev and the staff officers of the military headquarters, ignoring the darkness outside, were busy making defensive plans and preparing for the impending siege battle.

On the opposite side of them, Ryabesev's ultimate goal, in the city of Bucharest, Chen Dao also did not sleep all night.

Starting from Poland, Chen Dao took the train and traveled with the 12th "Hitler Youth Division" of the Waffen-SS through Poland, Germany, and Yugoslavia all the way south, and finally arrived in Bucharest.

While Hitler's Young Division was busy unloading the car, Chen Dao and Guderian, who had arrived with his comrades, stayed at a hotel next to the train station, and the two discussed the war in Romania while waiting for someone to arrive.

Until midnight, a military train from the southwestern coast of Yugoslavia entered the Bucharest railway station.

A general with a small head, a sturdy gait, and a glittering blue Marx medal around his neck jumped out of the No. 2 carriage, and before he could figure out the four directions of the station, he heard a shout.

"General Rommel, welcome back to Europe."

Rommel turned his head to look behind him, and Chen Dao and Guderian were looking at him with smiles on their faces.

Rommel raised his hand and saluted the two of them, then opened his arms and hugged them one by one.

"The air in Europe, it smells so kind, so fresh, I thought I was going to be in Palestine, listening to the war report on the radio every day, participating in the war with Russia, but I didn't expect to be transferred back to Europe, it was really unexpected."

"Our war with Russia will be an unprecedented war in the military history of mankind, and it will be very boring without your presence." Chen Dao said.

"You're definitely not here to flatter me, can you give me some inside information and let me know what my mission is back in Europe?" Rommel asked.

Chen Dao did not speak, but pulled Rommel to a secluded corner.

"Your task is to succeed me as commander of the 2nd Panzer Army and take part in the offensive against Russia." Guderian said.

The cunning in Rommel's gaze was instantly replaced by surprise.

"What if I take your place? What are you going to do? ”

"Of course, I have new tasks, for example, to command your fifteenth and twenty-first armored divisions." Guderian said.

"Not only that, but General Guderian has to cooperate with me in the execution of Operation Imperial Radiance, and in short, he is very busy." Chen Dao said.

"Operation Imperial Radiance? What is that? Rommel's face was full of curiosity. (To be continued......)