At noon on August 22, 1942, inside the city of Pinsk. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Sitting at the table, Spendent raised his hand to pick up a sausage from his plate and brought it to his mouth.

Across from him, Admiral Scheer was munching bread over coffee.

Neither of them spoke, listening carefully to the sound coming out of the radio.

After eating a sausage, Stepent said: "Greece has also declared war on Japan, and this is the ninth Axis member to declare war on Japan since the 20th, and the Japanese are in big trouble." ”

Admiral Scheer said: "They are to blame, times have changed, their thinking is still stuck in the last century, and they are outdated. The Führer did the right thing this time, and if he did not draw a clear line with Japan, his alliance with Japan would surely be the most disgraceful page in German history. ”

"Well, the Führer did it very decisively this time, and I support the Führer's approach." Student said.

"Since the declaration of war on Poland, when has the Führer not made a decisive decision?" A familiar voice came from behind Bootdent.

Student turned to look behind him and saw Chen Dao smiling behind him.

Chen Dao waved his hand to stop Stepent and Admiral Scheer from getting up, sat down beside Student, and asked the waiter at the restaurant to serve him a set of cutlery.

"You should say hello in advance, and I'll send someone to pick you up." Student said.

"Your headquarters is so easy to find, I won't get lost." Chen Dao said.

Admiral Scheer asked: "You are here, is there a new order from the Supreme Command?" ”

"No, after receiving your telegram, the Führer was very sure of your spirit of taking the initiative to seek war, saying that you have a strong fighting spirit and are excellent soldiers, and he is very optimistic about your battle plan, so he specially asked me to visit you. If you need anything, you can tell me, and I will pass it on to the Führer. ”

Spudent and Admiral Sher looked at each other, and Student said, "We only have one request, to give us more trucks and wagons, to ensure our logistical capacity as much as possible, you know, when I cross the Pripyat Marsh, trucks and wagons will be our main mode of transportation." ”

"I know, I'll meet your requests." Chen Dao said.

The three of them chatted while eating, and the time for a meal passed quickly.

Standing up and gently stroking his slightly bulging belly, Chen Dao said: "The rain in Berlin a few days ago was very heavy, which made my yin qi very heavy, tell me about your specific battle plan, I need to absorb some masculinity." There's a conference in London the day after tomorrow, and I'm going there to deal with the Yankees in the United States and the John in the United Kingdom, hoping for a good outcome. ”

The three of them came to the combat command room, and Stepent pointed to the map and said: "The Russians and we predicted that after retreating to the swamp, they decisively relied on the villages and towns in the swamp to start arranging defenses, and put on a posture of holding on for a long time. There were currently two Honorable Jewish Divisions and the Figlein Cavalry Brigade responsible for the frontal assault in the marshes, with the 10th Panzer Division following in the rear. ”

The pencil of the midweek of Stockent fell to the north of the Pripyat Marshes, a small town called Stoling.

"The main direction of attack is from here, then along the road all the way south, through Dubrovica, Sarne, Kstobil, Alexandria, and finally to Rivni in the south of the Everglades."

Chen Dao looked at Admiral Schelle.

"When you arrive in Rivni, will it be the turn of Mr. Admiral to play the main role?"

"Yes, after crossing the swamps, we set out from Rivni and planned to hit Kyiv in a maximum of five days."

"It's easy for the Russians to see what we're trying to do, but it's enough to make the Russians panic, and I'm optimistic about you. What happened to those Cossack cavalrymen in the rear? Chen Dao asked.

"The SS Prince Eugen Mountain Division, an Honorary Jewish Division, and the SS Imperial Motorized Rifle Division are encircling and suppressing them, and they are now coming to an end, and when these three divisions complete their tasks, we will have a little more certainty of capturing Kyiv."

Chen Dao stared at the map for a while, and suddenly remembered something.

"Where are the 101st Special Air Service Regiment, the 7th Parachute Division and the 22nd Airborne Division?"

"They are on standby at their respective airports. ”

"What's on standby?" Chen Dao asked.

"It's dark."

"What day is it dark?"

"It's dark today."

・・・・・・

In the Pripyat marshes, north of the town of Dubrovica, Lieutenant Yitzhak Rabin, commander of the second platoon of the 1st Regiment of the 1st Regiment of the 1st Jewish Division, and four or five of his men took a stG42 assault rifle and four or five men behind an E-40 tank, and cautiously rushed towards the town of Dubrovica.

Honoring the 1st Regiment of the Jewish Division, it was tasked with opening the road and guiding the 10th Panzer Division through the Pripyat Marshes.

The 2nd and 3rd regiments, respectively, marched along an unequal number of dirt roads in the countryside in the fields of one regiment and two wings.

Lieutenant Rabin was in the 1st Battalion, which served as the sharp knife unit of the whole regiment.

Because of its heavy responsibilities, the 1st Battalion was reinforced by an E-40 armored company of the Polish Governor's Guard.

After days of fighting, coupled with the poison of "Russian-style bad roads", an armored company, which was originally fully organized with 22 vehicles, was left with only 13 tanks at the disposal of the battle of Dubrovica.

It was these thirteen E-40 tanks, acting as shields and battering rams, that led a battalion of Jewish soldiers to attack the town of Dubrovica.

Above Lieutenant Rabin's head, the whooshing of shells tearing through the air never stopped, and the entire town of Dubrovica was in flames.

Not to be outdone, the Soviet artillery fire fell into the German offensive formation from time to time, and every explosion set off a bloody storm on the ground.

Lieutenant Rabin was lucky, the battle had been going on for half an hour, and no shells had yet reached his position.

The E-40 tank in front of him stopped and went, and the 88mm tank gun let out a roar from time to time, smashing high-explosive shells on the Russian positions in the town of Dubrovica.

When the E-40 tank stopped again, Lieutenant Rabin waved his hand and followed the two machine gunners next to him a few steps, and then mounted the machine gun in his hand on the tank's power compartment.

The characteristic "snort" sound of the MG42 machine gun when it opened fire, and a dense rain of bullets was scattered towards the Russian troops on the opposite side in waves.

From time to time, Lieutenant Rabin looked up at the sky, and in the sky, the fighters of both sides were in a mess, chasing after me, pulling out countless white or black trails.

Less than fifteen minutes after the battle began, Lieutenant Rabin saw with his own eyes a bomb dropped by an Il-2 that fell behind four or five infantry men in front right.

By the time the smoke cleared, the infantry had evaporated from the battlefield.

Lieutenant Rabin didn't want to be in close proximity to a bomb himself.

Leaning against the back of the tank, Lieutenant Rabin looked into the distant town of Dubrovica and found that it was only about 200 meters north of the town, close to 300 meters away.

From time to time, in the infantry trenches outside the town and in the dilapidated buildings behind the trenches, clouds of gunpowder smoke rose from time to time, black, white, and gray.

It seems that he will not be able to use his abilities until the street fighting, Lieutenant Rabin thought.

Without warning, a cloud of gunpowder suddenly erupted from the right side of the E-40 tank beside Lieutenant Rabin, and the yellow dirt wrapped in green blades of grass scattered and smashed into the body of the E-40 tank.

Behind Lieutenant Rabin, the two machine gun shooters each let out a scream, covered their faces and fell to the ground on their backs, and the MG42 machine gun was thrown out.

Lieutenant Rabin felt as if his heart was being pinched by an invisible hand, and his heart tightened, and his eyes went black, and he fell limply to the ground.

Lying on the ground, Lieutenant Rabin clutched his heart and gasped for air.

Soon, a tanker in a black military uniform emerged from under the E-40 tank, and the tanker first saw the blood-stained heads of the two machine gunners, and after a little probing, he realized that the two were dead, and turned to look at Lieutenant Rabin again.

Sensing that Lieutenant Rabin was still alive, the tankman hurriedly asked: "Where are you injured?" ”

"I don't know, I'm out of breath." Lieutenant Rabin said, clutching his heart.

The tankmen quickly inspected Lieutenant Rabin's whole body and found no injuries.

The tanker quickly gave Lieutenant Rabin a rookie comment in his heart, and he was so frightened that he had a heart attack.

"Medic, Medic・・・・・・" the tankman shouted waving to the medic in the distance.

"No, I'm fine, I was just scared, that shell came too suddenly." Lieutenant Rabin gasped, sat up and said.

"That cannonball! I almost forgot. ”

The tanker leaned behind the tank, quietly looked to the right side of the tank, and let out an expletive.

"Damn, sure enough, the load wheel was blown up."

"Il-2, hidden." Lieutenant Rabin's frightened shouts were heard, and the tankmen looked in the direction of Lieutenant Rabin's line of sight, and sure enough, they saw an Il-2 attack aircraft pounced in their direction.

The tanker shrunk down, got under the chassis of the tank, and dragged Lieutenant Rabin by the ankle to drag him under the chassis.

The two had just taken cover, and the Il-2 attack plane, with a gust of wind, swept across the battlefield from west to east, at an altitude of less than 100 meters above the ground.

The 20-mm cannon and the 7.62-mm machine gun swept a bloody path on the ground more than 40 meters behind the tank, and four or five soldiers who had no time to dodge fell to the ground with bloody holes.

Some of the soldiers who subconsciously lay on the ground could not escape the poisonous hands of the Il-2, and the action of lying down increased their bomb area.

The soldier who was unfortunately hit by the 20-mm cannon was even more cut in two on the spot.

As it swept over the heads of the German soldiers, aerial bombs hanging from the belly of the Il-2 also smashed on the heads of the Germans.

Even from a distance of several tens of meters, Lieutenant Rabin could feel the blast of the explosion lapping on his face.

"What are your people doing?" The tank pointed to the outside of the tank and shouted angrily.

Lieutenant Rabin looked behind him and saw that after the Il-2 had left, the soldiers of the first battalion turned around and ran to the rear.

Seeing the Jewish soldiers fleeing from the battlefield, Lieutenant Rabin immediately felt a hot face and did not know how to explain it.

When Lieutenant Rabin was embarrassed, another tanker emerged from the escape hatch under the tank.

"Michelle, the company commander ordered a retreat, what should we do?"

"The load wheels were damaged by the bomb, and we had to abandon the car." The tanker, known as Michelle, shouted.

"Abandon the car and retreat." The tanker shouted into the cabin.

One after the other, Lieutenant Michelle and Lieutenant Rabin got out of the car and ran to the rear, followed by four tankers.

"Sergeant, what's your name?" Lieutenant Rabin asked.

"My name is Michelle Wittman."

"My name is Yitzhak Rabin, and I really thank you for your help." Said Lieutenant Rabin.

"You're too polite, lieutenant, but I want to advise you, keep a proper distance from the tank in the future, I can't see you, if I suddenly reverse, you're finished." Michelle Wittman said.

Because of the sudden collapse of the infantry group, the first assault of the 1st Division of the Honorable Jews on Dubrovica ended in failure.

Lieutenant Yitzhak Rabin and Michelle Wittman, two good friends of the future Megatron Jackbox, met unexpectedly in a losing battle.

On the night of August 22, north of the town of Dubrovica, Sergeant Michel Wittmann took a repair vehicle and guided the soldiers of the maintenance company, taking advantage of the cover of night, to secretly return to the battlefield during the day, preparing to steal back the abandoned tanks on the battlefield.

As a few men sneakily bolted the wire rope to the rear of the tank, Sergeant Michel Wittmann suddenly heard the roar of an engine in the sky.

Looking up at the starry night sky, Sergeant Wittman saw nothing, lowered his head, and continued his "theft" work.

In the night sky, twelve FA-223 Dragon helicopters, loaded with soldiers of the 101st Special Air Service Regiment, flew around the town of Dubrovica like bats and flew straight to the west of the town of Sarne, 30 kilometers to the south.

At the edge of the forest, twelve FA-223 helicopters hovered in the air, ropes hung from the cabin doors, and the soldiers of the air service regiment slid down the ropes to the ground.

So after the soldiers landed smoothly, the twelve helicopters turned around and left.

The soldiers quickly set up a defensive position around the landing site, and over the course of the night, a group of FA-223 helicopters flew to and fro in the night sky, transporting groups of soldiers from air service regiments to the rear of Soviet lines.

Same night, same night sky, higher altitude.

The JU-52 "Junkers Aunt" transport plane, dragging the DFS230 assault ****** into the sky, then threw off the towing wire lock.

The huge swarm flew through the vast Pripyat swamps and headed straight south.

Nearly an hour later, traces of tracer bullets suddenly appeared in the sky, and a faint air defense siren was heard in the air.

The sparse anti-aircraft fire could not stop the German airborne assault, and as the door of the Ju-52 transport plane was wide open, white umbrella flowers soon filled the sky.

He even lowered his head and rushed to the ground, dragging out scratches on the grass and between the fields・・・・・・

More than 20 minutes later, in the city of Pinsk, Bootdent and Chen Dao received a report.

"The first airborne troops successfully landed near Alexandria."

"Now it's up to the Russians to react?" Chen Dao said. (To be continued.) )