Holding the binoculars and looking at the crowd of people charging enthusiastically on the battlefield in the distance, Lieutenant Rabin said enviously: "I envy the brothers of the 2nd and 3rd Divisions, as long as they kill those rookie Russians who stop in front of us, they can rush into the city and take over the city." The capture of this city by the www.biquge.info of Pen, Fun, and Pavilion will be a great achievement in their war history. ”

"Even if it's an oversized pile of rubble, it's the capital of Ukraine after all, and that's a big credit." Abraham, who was in the same trench, said.

"Although I missed an opportunity to receive a meritorious service, I would like to thank General Student for his kindness in allowing us to have more time to rest." Lieutenant Rabin sat back in the foxhole,

While Lieutenant Rabin and Abraham were resting, General Bootdent, whom they were thanking for, was hiding in a semi-underground bunker and was looking at the battlefield in the distance with scissor-type binoculars.

The 2nd Division of the Honored Jews, and the 3rd Division of the Honored Jews, each sent two regiments to launch an assault on the positions north of the city of Kiev.

As he crossed the Pripyata swamps, Lieutenant Rabin's 1st Division of Honorable Jews charged forward, acting as a pioneer in pursuit of the Soviet Fifth Army, suffering relatively heavy casualties, and he was left in the rear as a reserve.

Before leaving, Chen Dao had said that it was a military order and a political task to let the three honorary Jewish divisions be fully tested in actual combat.

Although he had always been reluctant to see the fighting power of the non-authentic German army, Student faithfully carried out the task left by Chen Dao, and let the honored Jewish soldiers take turns to go to the front to be tested by blood and war.

The Soviets on the opposite side looked strong, but Spudent was not worried.

Paulus gave him the task of launching a feint to pin down the Soviet forces on the northern outskirts of Kyiv.

Colonel-General Sher was given a similar task to him, pinning down Soviet troops on the southern outskirts of Kyiv.

The Sixth Army, which launched the main attack from the west of the city, after breaking through the defenses west of the city, would outflank the Soviet troops on the north and south flanks of Kiev in a roundabout way, and cooperate with General Student and Scheer to make a comprehensive breakthrough.

According to the information provided by the liaison officers who remained in the Sixth Army, Bootdent learned that the Sixth Army, which was in charge of the main attack, was progressing extremely smoothly, and that his feint mission would soon turn into a real attack.

Dense shells flew over Spudent's head, and the artillery positions behind the cover poured steel and fire on the enemy's heads.

The Soviet artillery did not show weakness either, and howitzers and mortar shells fell one after another into the Germans.

Above the battlefield, the air forces of both sides had already fought together, and both sides knew that today was the beginning of the decisive battle.

In front of Student's eyes, four regiments of infantry, lined up in a straggler line, rushed to the Soviet position like ants.

The No. 3 assault gun, which accompanies the infantry group, is like a queen ant in the formation, providing fire support for the soldiers who charge forward.

First Admiral Schell's 46th Panzer Corps was transferred, and then the Polish Doge's Guard was borrowed by Paulus, these were strong forces.

The No. 3 assault gun is the only heavy weapon he can find at the moment, and its power is declining too quickly.

Thinking of the Polish Governor's Guard, Student suddenly remembered that the young Mr. Governor had once uttered an old proverb from the East, which was called beating a dog with a meat bun, and it was gone.

Paulus, that guy, shouldn't he swallow his Polish Doge's Guard and never return it?

Spudent shook his head, dispelling his thoughts.

To think of it this way is to treat the Polish Governor's Guard as a meat bun, and to compare it to a dog in his immediate superior, General Paulus, is a very disrespectful idea, and an orthodox German soldier should not have such an idea.

While Student was thinking wildly, behind the position of the 15th Army under the Soviet Fifth Army opposite, in a semi-underground bunker, Captain Gref was lying behind a scissor telescope, staring at the battlefield ahead.

Seeing the infantry rushing to the front, only a little more than a hundred meters away from the front of the position of the friendly 15th Army, Captain Gref licked his lips excitedly, and pinched the joints of his fingers with a "gaba gaba" sound.

"It's our turn, your good days are over." Captain Gref patted his shoulder, patted off the dust from German shelling, and turned to walk to the phone in the back.

"The time is ripe, let the god of war open fire, and the target is scheduled to fire five rapid shots in the first area, and then extend to the second scheduled area."

With a phone call from Captain Gref, a forward observer, a pile of thick barrels of gunners, as many as twelve guns, was quickly raised in a vast bush on the east bank of the Dnieper, in the northeast corner of the city of Kiev.

Above the emplacements of each cannon was a camouflage net of shrubs and branches, and from a distance, the entire artillery position looked like a pile of lush bushes.

Under the camouflage net, the gunners excitedly used small shell hoisting devices to stuff huge shells into the chambers.

First the cannonballs glowing with cold light, then the firing cartridges.

The caliber of the shells loaded by the gunners was impressive, with a diameter of 203 mm.

The artillery that fired the shells, officially known as the B-4 howitzer, also had a resounding nickname given by the Germans, "Stalin's Hammer".

The total weight of the B-4 howitzer is 15.8 tons, and due to the weight of the gun body, the designers equipped it with a tracked gun mount, which weighs 11 tons, and uses the chassis of the "GC International" heavy tracked tractor, which can provide limited maneuverability for the gun, which can be called a monster mounted on a tractor.

Due to the scarcity of production, the B-4 howitzer was organized into an artillery battalion with 12 pieces, which was assigned to the ranks of units directly under the command of the Soviet army group.

The 203 mm caliber is the same caliber as the main guns of the heavy cruiser Prinz Eugen, while the Prinz Eugen has only eight main guns, and one artillery battalion of the Soviet army is equivalent to the main gun of one and a half Prinz Eugen.

This artillery battalion, which was subordinate to the Soviet Army's 6th Army, took advantage of the night to enter the position, lurked on the east bank of the Dnieper River, stared at the northern suburbs of Kiev on the opposite bank, and sent Captain Gref and others to the positions of the friendly Fifth Army, in order to maximize the firepower advantage and catch the Germans by surprise.

Now the opportunity finally came, and on the first gun position, the commander of the artillery battalion, Major Dostoev, wrote a large line on the shell with a pen, "Soviet punishment", and then turned and left.

The gunners of the 1st gun position stuffed the "Soviet punishment" into the chamber of the gun, loaded the cartridges, and then shouted over the phone: "The 1st gun position is ready." ”

"Gun emplacement No. 2 is ready, gun emplacement No. 3 is ready・・・・・・ gun emplacement No. 12 is ready."

Hearing twelve reports in a row, Major Dostoev tugged at his collar, shook his Gorky beard and said, "Fire." ”

A series ・・・・・・of loud noises rang out, as if a giant was swinging a sledgehammer against the city walls.

A huge shock rushed into his body from under his feet, and every cell and nerve of Major Dostoev trembled.

Twelve gusts of wind rushed out from the twelve gun emplacements, converging into a hurricane over the position, and in an instant smoke and dust rose everywhere, and the whole position was shrouded in a choking smoke and dust.

Twelve shells whizzed out of their chambers, instantly crossed the wide Dnieper, flew to the highest point of the parabola, and then fell to the ground.

At the observation post, young Captain Gref lay behind a scissor-type telescope, staring at the battlefield and waiting for the artillery to arrive.

At this time, the German troops rushing to the front had already approached about 50 meters of the Soviet forward position, and countless German soldiers in the rear were also charging enthusiastically.

At the last moment, a series of earth-shattering explosions suddenly broke out in the German army's straggler formation.

The explosion shocked the audience, overpowering all the guns on the battlefield, and the smoke of the explosion rushed out hundreds of meters high.

Some humanoid objects were thrown into the air, flesh and blood separated from their bodies, leaving only skeletons, and then shattered and completely disappeared into the battlefield.

An unlucky No. 3 assault gun, hit by a 203-mm shell on the left side of the hull, was flipped over and flew out on its side, shattered steel fragments, and detonated ammunition caused a bloody storm among the surrounding infantry, and the infantry within a radius of 50 meters around it were killed and wounded.

Captain Gref was excited, but did not forget his mission, he turned to the herald behind him and shouted: "Landing on the right spot, rapid fire." ”

The information that the landing point was correct quickly reached the artillery positions on the opposite bank, and Major Dostoev shouted excitedly, urging his subordinates to continue to operate Stalin's hammer and impose Soviet punishment on the Germans.

Almost at the same time, in the southeast of Kiev, there was also the muffled sound of battering rams pounding on the city walls.

After a long period of concealment and patience, the position of the heavy artillery battalion directly under the Soviet 62nd Army finally launched the first round of artillery bombardment against the German troops attacking the south of the city under the guidance of the artillery observation post in the south of the city・・・・・・

Behind the scissor binoculars, Bootdent stood up straight, lowered his head and closed his eyes, rubbing his swollen eyes to relieve eye fatigue.

After rubbing his eyes, Student pinched the bridge of his nose and was about to massage it.

There was a strange noise, and Bootent suddenly stopped, his eyes slammed open, and he bent down behind the scissor telescope.

"Is it something bigger than 152, an aerial bomb? It's not ・・・・・・," Student stood up, looked at the sky, and then rejected his own judgment.

"How does it look like naval artillery?" Beside Student, a liaison officer from the Naval Aviation whispered in Student's ear.

"Could it be a river gunboat? That's impossible. Spudent immediately denied his judgment.

"At least 200 mm caliber, like the firepower of our heavy cruisers." Said the liaison officer, dressed in the uniform of a naval major.

Before Spudent could figure out what kind of weapon was bombarding his troops, a new round of artillery shelling fell into the attacking formation, and there was another scene of blood raining.

"Let the troops withdraw, let the artillery observation planes, and those helicopters go to find it, where exactly did the enemy's shelling come from?"

The troops on the front line no longer needed Student's orders, and the infantry near the place where the shells landed were either killed or wounded, and the surviving infantry turned around and ran frantically towards their positions.

The rout spread quickly throughout the battlefield like a plague, and when the first round of five rapid fire was over, the shells shifted and caused panic among the rest of the German troops, and the feint attack on Kiev ended in the rout of two divisions.

Looking at the rout and the No. 3 assault gun, Spudent's face stiffened as granite.

"Commander, a telegram from Admiral Scheer."

Stepent took the telegram and glanced at it twice, as if he had knocked over a five-flavor bottle.

The 46th Panzer Corps was bombarded by Soviet heavy artillery on the east bank of the Dnieper River, and the attack failed, and the naval aviation was requested to send reconnaissance planes to the other side of the river to reconnoiter and find the enemy's artillery positions.

If what Admiral Scheer said was true, the Soviet artillery that shelled himself should also be hiding on the other side of the river.

Unbeknownst to Student, his two Honorary Jewish Divisions, as well as the 10th Panzer Division, which Admiral Schell had launched an offensive south of the city, had withstood the shelling of two artillery battalions with a total of twenty-four 203-mm guns, equivalent to the firepower of three heavy cruisers HMS Prinz Eugen.

Pinching the telegram sent by Admiral Scheer, Student said hatefully: "Contact the 1st Division of Naval Aviation and ask them to send more reconnaissance planes." ”

Picking up the binoculars on his chest, looking at the battlefield that had calmed down, and after his eyes lingered for a while on the No. 3 assault gun that had been blown apart, Student suddenly burst into words.

"This is the consequence of not being encircled・・・・・・" (To be continued. )