While Yeremenko and Krivoshin were anxious about the dire situation, the Soviet officers and soldiers fighting on the front line were in high spirits.

Chasing the "rout" of the Germans, the Soviet infantry group passed through the town of Stannis, pursued all the way along the road taken by Major Piper's German army when they retreated, and went straight to the city of Dubrovno.

While passing through the town of Stonis, Soviet infantry quickly found three abandoned tank destroyers No. 4 in the town.

On the way to the pursuit, the Soviet tankers and the infantry on board also saw the German armored vehicles overturned on the side of the road, and the corpses of various numbers were lying on the side of the wreckage.

Everything suggests that the Germans retreated in a hurry under their blows, and even the damaged equipment and the corpses of their comrades did not have time to take away.

Sensing the embarrassment of the German army, the morale of the Soviet officers and soldiers was high, and they frantically rushed to the city of Dubrovno on the Dnieper River, also hitting the steel plate headlong.

On the outskirts of Dubrovno, the soldiers of Hitler's Guard Banner Division were already in full position.

Next to the dilapidated building, behind the tall bushes, the gun of the PAK40 75mm anti-tank gun pointed eastward, and the muzzle of the gun flashed a faint blue light.

The FLAK36 88mm anti-aircraft gun crouched behind the rubble, its thick muzzle swaying at the approaching enemy.

Behind the undulating bushes, there are countless MG42 machine guns, mortars and Waffen-SS soldiers in ambush.

When the advance of the tank cluster rushed to a distance of about 500 meters from the city of Dubrovno, the Soviet infantry who were hitchhiking on the tanks jumped out of the tanks, hid behind the tanks in small steps, and charged the city.

When the KV-1 tank at the forefront was only about 300 meters away from the city, the roar of the artillery group instantly broke the silence of the city, and clouds of gray-white gunpowder smoke rose from the muzzle. Spread around the artillery group.

Countless armor-piercing shells swirled through the smoke and flew towards their respective targets, flying through the middle of the battlefield almost in the blink of an eye, crashing into the seemingly sturdy steel plates of Soviet tanks, cutting through black holes in them.

Either killed by a cannonball that penetrated the car and turned into a ghost car, or was hit with a fuel tank and caused a fire. Or the ammunition was detonated, the turret flew into the air to "take off the hat salute" to the German army, and the swaggering Soviet tank cluster was instantly scattered all over the field.

The thunderous sound of the shelling was mixed with the characteristic "snort" sound of the MG42 machine gun firing and the crisp sound of the mortar firing.

Where German guns and shells passed, the eastern outskirts of Dubrovno instantly turned into a forbidden area for life.

The wreckage of tanks, broken steel parts, the shattered corpses and severed arms of infantry littered the countryside meadows.

At this time, it was already evening, and the sun was setting, casting the red sunlight on the earth, and the battlefield was covered with a layer of blood.

It was blocked by fierce German fire. The momentum of the Soviet offensive was curbed, and the high morale quickly slipped to a low point, but it was not defeated.

After the battle lasted more than half an hour, behind the Soviet infantry group, reinforcements sent by Krivoshin arrived on the battlefield.

The arrival of a new force was a shot in the arm for the Soviet offensive, and with it another form of more powerful reinforcements.

In the rear of the reinforcements, Major Fliyulov hurriedly followed up with his battalion of "Flame Girl" Katyusha rocket artillery, and quickly launched firing formations on both sides of the road behind the battle line. The goal is the city of Dubrovno.

In the eyes of Major Vliyulov, the Katyusha rocket launcher has many advantages.

Fierce firepower and quick reloading. It is also easy to use, and an artillery group can form combat effectiveness after half a month to a month of training.

Powerful mobility allows rocket artillery groups to shoot from place to place, and evade enemy artillery fire in time.

However, the biggest shortcoming of the Katyusha rocket artillery is the firing range, the maximum range of the rocket artillery is only about 8,000 meters, which means that compared to the 122-mm howitzer and 152-mm howitzer groups, they must be closer to the front line to hit the enemy. And being close to the front line also means being closer to death.

Hatred of the enemy and the desire for victory diluted his fear of death, and the Flyulov did not hesitate to lead his men and rushed to the front with the reserves.

While his artillery crews skillfully operated the rocket artillery, Major Fliyulov looked up at the sky, which was full of fighters from both sides chasing after me.

In previous battles. Thanks to the interception of the Soviet Air Force, the German reconnaissance planes did not dare to go deep behind the Soviet lines to reconnoitre.

But now, he led his subordinates to take the initiative to advance into the middle of the battle, and once the rocket artillery group opened fire, that earth-shattering scene would inevitably attract the attention of the enemy.

After a moment's hesitation, his subordinates' reports of "ready to fire" dispelled his concerns.

"Comrades, take out the German fascists in that city, retake the land that belongs to us, and open fire."

The shrill whistling sound of the Katyusha's rockets crashing into Fliyulov's ears instantly hit him, causing a faint pain in his eardrums.

In less than fifteen seconds, Fliyulov's rocket artillery group fired 320 132-mm rockets, and the swarms of rockets dragged a dazzling trail and flew over the heads of the Soviet infantry group, overwhelming all the voices on the battlefield and attracting the attention of all the belligerents on both sides.

Countless "fire dragons" fell into the city of Dubrovno, and the flames were churning and smoke and dust were everywhere.

In the violent explosion, the German firepower in the city fell off a cliff.

Seeing the powerful power of the Katyusha up close, the tankmen and infantry of the Soviet infantry group suddenly became enthusiastic.

"Long live the artillery, Ula ・・・・・・ Ula ・・・・・・"

The commissars and officers brandished their weapons and shouted at the right time, leading the soldiers to stride forward and charge, rushing into the city with great courage, and the sound of "Ula" on the battlefield seemed to be overwhelming.

The great might of the Katyusha was not in vain, taking advantage of the fact that the German fire on the outskirts of the city was suppressed by artillery bombardment, the Soviet infantry rushed through the last 300 meters and plunged headlong into the city of Dubrovno.

"It's like rushing in, and the Germans are going to be finished."

Standing above the cab of an ammunition truck, Major Fliyulov looked at the front line with a telescope and saw every progress on the front line clearly.

"Our mission is accomplished, we are ready to retreat." Major Fliyulov gave the order in a timely manner.

In the high-intensity battle, the ammunition is almost exhausted, and at most two more salvos can be fired, and the comrades in front have already rushed into the city and mixed up with the enemy, and they do not need to open fire, and most importantly, the salvo just now must have revealed their position.

In short, it is necessary to shift positions, not to stay for an extra minute.

Jumping off the roof of the car, Major Fliyulov, whose leather boots had just stepped on the grass, received a strange order.

"All the troops involved in the battle immediately retreat? What does that mean? ”

Major Fliyulov was puzzled, the battle at the front had just made significant progress, but the rear command was going to let the troops retreat, were those comrades generals drinking too much vodka? Such an unreasonable order would be given.

Not understanding the intentions of his superiors, Fliyulov still chose to faithfully carry out the order to retreat, and at this moment, a cry of horror reached his ears.

"Enemy aircraft, air strikes!"

With a shout, the two ME-109 fighters rushed down, their small and nimble fuselages sweeping over the rocket artillery swarm, machine guns and cannon shells hail across the ground.

The soldiers who were stuck in the way of the guns and shells were beaten into a sieve, and they fell to the ground with blood spraying blood and wailing, and the rocket launcher and ammunition truck were also swept out of bullet holes, and then a large fire broke out.

I knew it was going to be like this!

Major Fliyulov, regardless of the danger, rushed through the convoy and shouted "Retreat, retreat, everyone do not stop where they are, immediately get in the car and retreat." ”

Driven by him, the officers and men of the rocket artillery battalion jumped into their vehicles one after another, hurriedly started and fled to the rear.

Fliyulov was well aware that if the convoy remained still, it would only be completely destroyed, and that the two enemy planes would soon attract more enemies, and there was a possibility of escaping if they dispersed.

As Fliyulov had predicted, the two ME-109s soon attracted more German fighters, and almost every rocket launch was followed by a plane chasing after them, and then the Soviet vehicles were smashed to scraps.

Seeing that they could not escape the pursuit of the German fighters, some gunners wisely chose to abandon the car and walk, and the focus of the German fighters in the sky also focused on the rocket launcher, which allowed the Soviet gunners to escape.

When Major Fliyulov's troops were hunted down by German fighters, another greater crisis befell them.

On the southern flank of the battlefield, the 503rd Heavy Battalion took the lead, and the 9th Armored Division launched a counteroffensive.

On the northern flank of the battlefield, the heavily armored battalion of the Polish Doge's Guard rushed out of its position, guiding the Doge's Guard and the Guard Flag Division to launch a simultaneous counterattack.

The two ironclad corps on the north and south flanks instantly crushed the Soviet troops who launched a feint to contain them nearby, and launched an attack in the direction of Stannis Town with a standard pincer offensive.

Major Fliyulov, who knew nothing about the counterattack on both flanks of the Germans, lay on his stomach with his adjutant in a potato field, and more than twenty meters to his left was a blazing open-top officer's car.

Seeing that he could not get rid of the pursuit of the Luftwaffe, Fliyulov wisely jumped out of the car and fled, only then did he brush shoulders with death.

"There's a German, look, so many tanks ・・・・・・," the adjutant whispered, pointing to the wilderness far to the east.

Fliyulov glanced into the distance, and his face turned extremely gray.

"The Germans have launched a counterattack, we ・・・・・・" Looking up at the sky, Fliyulov swallowed and continued: "It's getting dark, I hope we can use the night to escape." (To be continued.) )