Wadoch hid his body tightly behind a bush, and a dozen meters in front of him, several soldiers in gray military uniforms and pointed helmets were searching in this direction, the beam of a flashlight sweeping back and forth between the bushes. The dull sound of leather boots on the dirt drew closer, and Vadoci held his breath, the world was only the sound of his own thumping heartbeat and the heavy, muddy breathing of the other party......

Syllable! Syllable!

Two crisp gunshots were fired not far away, followed by shouts in German, and the approaching footsteps stopped, and the soldiers then ran away in the direction of the gunfire. Vadoch finally breathed a sigh of relief, and lay down on the cool ground, greedily breathing in the fresh air of the woods.

Vadoch was an ordinary soldier belonging to the 2nd Corps of the 1st Army of the Russian Northwest Army Group, and what happened to him during this time was terrible. He had been a proper farmer, and had diligently cultivated his one-third of an acre, but ten days earlier he had heard that war had broken out and that the Germans were going to invade their homeland, and soon after the Tsar's ****** had arrived in his village. After being drafted into the army, he followed his troops on a train and thus came to the front without explanation. When the Russian army crossed the German border a day earlier, he was as excited as the rest of his comrades, because the Germans slipped away like rabbits in the mountains, and they marched merrily along the way, singing Russian folk songs.

The bad luck seemed to have started last night, when the camp of the 2nd Corps, where he was located, was shelled, and one of the shells exploded not far from him, wounding several of their platoon. Soon after, another camp was shelled again, causing their platoon to assemble twice in succession, and it took a long time before they returned to their tents to rest. As soon as he fell asleep, the German planes flew in and dropped a few more bombs, and finally he had to come to the battlefield with sleepy eyes.

Remembering the daytime battle, Vadoch closed his eyes in agony, and the bloody scenes came to his mind. The enemy's artillery shells roared, setting off waves of blood, human stumps and broken arms could be seen everywhere, corpses were strewn all over the battlefield, rivers of blood flowed like rivers, and countless wounded soldiers were struggling and moaning on the ground......

In the afternoon, Wadocchi and the remaining four soldiers in the platoon began to join the chaotic retreat, but they did not have long to retreat before they found themselves in the back road had been gambled to death by countless German machine guns. He swore that he had never seen so many machine guns, and that the Germans had spewed machine gun bullets from their iron trucks, ordinary trucks, and even motorcycles, and the level of fear of the scene was simply breathtaking, and most of his companions were peasants who had just laid down their hoes, and where had he ever seen such a scene, many of them were so frightened that they ran around like headless flies, and some of them crouched on the ground and hugged their heads and cried. Wadochi had also seen the kind of motorcycles loaded with heavy machine guns in his reconnaissance unit during the march, but it seemed that there were only a dozen of them, and any troops that managed to break out of the encirclement were quickly overtaken and killed by the Germans.

Perhaps God forbid, or perhaps the daily prayers of his grandmother, far away in southern Russia, Vadoch fled into a forest to the west of the battlefield, while most of the soldiers who broke out with him fell on the hillside outside the woods. He began to walk eastward, but the road had been blocked by the Germans, and many patrols were searching the woods, and Russians who had slipped through the net were constantly found and killed. Finally, darkness fell. The night provided Wadoch with good cover, and the Germans went to great lengths to pull the net to hunt him down several times, but he was lucky enough to avoid it.

After a long night of hiding, Vadoch was far away from yesterday's battlefield at dawn, but he estimated that he had only advanced a dozen kilometers, and his physical strength was almost at its limit. After crossing a pine forest, he saw a road where their troops had marched the previous morning, where some Russian soldiers were setting up a makeshift post.

"Great!" Wadoch was pleasantly surprised, and it seemed that he had passed through the German blockade. Even though he was very weak, he managed to make his way to the other side of the road. As he got closer and closer to the road, he began to feel that something was wrong, because there was no solemn expression on the faces of those "Russian soldiers", who could still look like nothing had happened after the catastrophic defeat of the main force.

Wadoch decided to hide behind the bushes a dozen meters from the road and observe for a while.

At this time, several Russian carriages loaded with logistics materials came from the west, and the carriage stopped in front of the sentry post, and a Russian non-commissioned officer on the carriage shouted something, and then the sentries around the sentry post gathered around the carriage. Suddenly, the sentries turned their guns on the men in the carriage and pulled them down with a loud shout.

Vadoch could hear it very clearly, the sentries had just shouted in German, and cold sweat was running down his back. By this time, all the Russian soldiers in the carriage had been subdued, and some of the soldiers escorted them and the carriages in the direction from which Vadoch came.

He got up and left gently, he didn't know how long he would have to go east, but the neighborhood was definitely still German-controlled. He didn't want to be caught by the Germans, because he heard that if he was caught by the Germans, he would be tortured to death, he didn't want to die, he was only 19 years old. He's going back to Russia, he's going to go back to his loved ones, he's going to continue through the woods, east, all the way east.

Over the course of the day, he evaded several more German patrols, and discovered several such posts on the road. He was just a small soldier, and he didn't know what a conspiracy was not, he only knew that these Germans were devouring his people with their blood open. In the evening, he found two turnips in an empty village, devoured them, and fell asleep in a small attic of a warehouse.

"Your Royal Highness, generals, we have blocked all the crossings to the Russian border as planned, thousands of patrols have been searching for a day and a night in turn, ensuring that not a single Russian escapes, and we have intercepted a total of 45 Russian transport detachments today!" In the front-line operations command room, Colonel Hoffman was making a report to the crowd.

"Excellent! Next, in the name of General Leinkamp, commander of the Russian 1st Army, we sent a report to the Russian Northwest Army Group and the 2nd Army, telling them that the 1st Army was progressing smoothly, that the Insterburg Gorge that began yesterday morning had ended today, that is, in the early morning of August 19, and that the defense line of the Gorge was captured by heroic Russian soldiers, killing more than 3,200 German troops, capturing more than 2,000 people, and tens of thousands of German troops retreating! The prisoners have been held on the spot, and the army group is marching towards Königsberg. Please General Samsonov's 2nd Army quickly advance towards Königsberg after crossing the border! When Chentian gave the order, the other generals cast surprised eyes, this was definitely a crazy plan, and only their prince dared to make such a plan to encircle and annihilate 400,000 people with 250,000 men.

"Those captured Russian communications officers should cooperate!"

"Yes, Your Highness! The Russian army is in charge of logistics and communications are some small bureaucrats and small nobles, and when we surrounded them, these people were the first to surrender, and they kept shouting that they would be treated like nobles! We moved the butt and belt a little, and they obediently cooperated with us! Hoffman commented on the Russians with utter disdain.

"Very well, just do what I just said and let them send the report!" Chen Tian looked at the crowd with great pride, they had been puzzled by his failure to announce the news of his victory to the whole country, but now everyone finally knew what his intentions were.

"In addition, for the sake of insurance, let them add one more article, at present, it has been found that some German spies are pretending to be Russian soldiers to spread the news that the 1st Army has been defeated, once the Russian army behind discovers such people, they must be brought to justice on the spot!"

"Yes!"

It was late at night, and Wadochi stumbled through the woods, and there were no German patrols nearby, but the darkness of the night, the dense bushes, and the slippery ground cost him dearly for every step he took.

When the east turned the belly white, he finally walked out of the woods, his uniform was scratched and scarred, he could already clearly see the barbed wire and outposts on the Russian-German border, as long as he crossed that border line, he could return to his homeland, to his homeland, but unfortunately he never crossed the dividing line of life.

At 7 a.m. on August 20, the Russian 2nd Army finally crossed the border.

Just on German soil, near the border, fell a young man in the uniform of a Russian soldier. No one knows his name, except that when the huge Russian army crossed the border, he stopped an officer and told him that the 1st Army had been completely destroyed, and the officer immediately drew his pistol and shot him dead.

General Samsonov was angrily marching towards the heart of East Prussia with his 230,000 soldiers, and he thought that the 1st Army should wait for his 2nd Army after crossing the border, but the greedy Leningkamp actually attacked the Germans alone, and what was worse was that the guy had already routed the Germans and approached Königsberg, and all the battle achievements were about to be robbed, and he urged his soldiers to speed up again and again on horseback.

At 10 a.m. on August 20, the last soldier of the Russian 2nd Army also crossed the Russian-German border.

When the Russian army was far away, there was a rumbling engine sound on both sides of the road near the border, and countless large haystacks suddenly moved. Lieutenant Niklas stretched out half of his turret and directed his Stone II tank to slowly drive onto the road, turning its guns sideways and aiming the muzzle of the black hole in the direction of the Russians' departure. He knew that the Russians would soon flee back in panic, and he would command 15 tanks of the 1st Brigade of the Panzer Division of the East Prussian Corps to block the road, along with an infantry regiment, 109 machine guns, and 9 rapid-fire guns.