Just when Wren and Alice didn't know what to say, another voice suddenly sounded from behind Alice: "That...... Captain Wren, did you forget something about Alice and your crew?"

Wren turned around again, but this time he turned around much faster: "Marcus, didn't your tank get hit?" are you okay?"

Marcus, who came out of Alice's back, was also covered in bandages, but apparently he was in much better condition than Wren. The ace tank commander in the 502 armored battalion, who is also the gossip king of the entire battalion, smiled and said: "It sounds like you're expecting something to happen to me." Our car ran out of ammunition, so everyone survived, there were 5 people in the crew, and 4 survived in the end. ”

In fact, it is not surprising that the place where they were hit was the tail of the tank, and although the engine was destroyed, it apparently did not damage the front compartment. But since there are people killed, the reality is definitely not as light as Marcus suggests.

"Then why don't you answer at once when I call you?" Wren asked.

"Well, shrapnel came out of the engine compartment and flew everywhere, and the whole cabin was covered with blood......" Marcus smiled bitterly, and then pointed to the other hanging arm with an intact finger: "I lost two fingers, and I still have two shrapnel on my body, and my head was broken." My gun commander was killed, the loader lost both legs, and the radio saved the mechanical, only to be 'lucky' to lose an arm...... That's why I couldn't answer your call. ”

It's not that some things haven't happened, it's just that the parties don't want to mention them again. Marcus's car crew was not slightly lost compared to Rennes' car group, and everyone in this war will lose something. Some people lose their fragile lives, while others lose a good memory.

As the military song of the armored forces sings: if we fall in the ditch and meet such bad days, if we cannot retreat, if we cannot return to the bosom of the motherland, if the artillery fire destroys us, the god of fate will summon from heaven...... Then at least our loyal tanks, will give us a metal grave.

Kursk is a huge cemetery, where there are scattered coffins of steel, and these steel coffins are full of soldiers who fought for the Motherland and their faith, whether they are evil or righteous, they have their own destiny, and those who are alive are left with only suffering and sentimentality.

Wren was stunned for a moment, and then apologized softly and a little lonely: "I'm sorry." I didn't be able to defeat Wolff...... "In Wren's heart, it was not that he defeated Wolf, he had more advanced weapons, more comprehensive battlefield support, and finally relied on special forces to kill Wolfe, this victory was not deserved for him, it can only be said that he barely completed his plan.

"It's still the same as before, taking everything on yourself. Marcus smiled, then walked to Wren's window with difficulty, "You're much better here than my hospital room, would you mind adding a bed here?"

Before Wren could answer, Marcus hurriedly continued: "This is war, Wren. We are nothing in this war, no different from the soldiers who are groaning and dying downstairs. To survive such a tragic battlefield is already a blessing from God, isn't it?"

"The order of commendation has come down, and the Knight's Iron Cross with sword oak leaves has been awarded to me. Marcus raised his chin and showed off the highest honor he had received in this war: "The 502nd armored battalion is being reorganized above, and the battalion commander was originally you." ”

Wren finally understood how Alice and Marcus had found the hospital where he was, and if the 502nd Armored Battalion had been reorganized and he had been chosen as the battalion commander, there was no reason not to find out about the "decommissioning application report" he had submitted a few days earlier.

"You...... I think I've already submitted my application. Wren said as he looked at Marcus.

"Of course, I know that you don't have the idea of fighting in the frontline troops anymore. Marcus nodded, and then continued: "So they asked us to persuade you, hoping that after you return to the rear, you will still make your own contribution to the training of special forces in the Third Reich as a military." That's why we were able to get here from a field hospital dozens of kilometers away, and I will take your place as the commander of the new 502 armored battalion. ”

Wren did not agree, but he did not refuse either. After a while, he asked the question he cared about, rather than giving an answer of yes or no: "Is Alice still in your battalion, do me a favor and get her not to go to the front again, okay?"

Alice heard Wren mention herself again, and he cared about herself, and the smile on her face became even stronger. She doesn't care about wars, she doesn't care about the hardships she goes through, she's just a girl who is just starting to fall in love, that's all. Being able to hear a trace of care and concern for her sweetheart is already the greatest comfort in the girl's heart.

Marcus laughed: "In fact, the matter about the two of you in the army has already been written and published as a novel. I heard that you have been unusually promoted to lieutenant colonel this time because of your accumulated merits, and Alice will go back to Berlin with you as your personal assistant and secretary. As for Andrey...... He's really retired, and there's nothing I can do to help him. The logistics department of Army Group G gave him a lot of subsidies, and maybe he was already on the train back to his hometown. ”

For the Soviet Union, for Moscow, everything seems to be over, everyone knows that Zhukov's troops did not repel the enemy's attack, they are entangled in the enemy, and they have no ability to return to Moscow to defend their capital, although the defense line around the city of Moscow has been operated for a long time and can be considered solid, but tens of thousands of heroic but small numbers of main forces and 100,000 improvised cannon fodder are powerless to stop the German advance. What is even more terrifying is that these troops have no foreign aid and are weak in follow-up, so everyone has an indescribable frustration and confusion on their faces.

The breeze shimmered through the open windows in the corridors of the Kremlin, and the papers scattered on the floor drifted in the wind, and no one picked them up. The empty room was filled with the foul smell of burnt paper and film, and all kinds of documents of the country, the intelligence and information that had been painstakingly collected, the backup of data from various regions, and even some court records and lists of royal property from the Tsarist Russian period were required to be thrown into the brazier and burned.

At the same time, all the living systems, waterworks and power plants in Moscow are barely maintained, and no one will be surprised that the water and electricity supply are stopped at any time. Sewers and subways have been converted into underground bunkers, some sturdy underground air defense installations have been reinforced and expanded, countless trenches have been dug in every street, and barbed wire and checkpoints have been everywhere. All civilians were required to sew more than 10 cloth bags a day to fill with sand and rubble for fortifications.

The food and medicine looted in the city were collected by the army, the elderly under the age of 50 were required to join the army, all the doctors were concentrated, and even the clergy in the church were integrated into the army to do some prayer for the wounded and dead. Women and children were registered and turned into "reserves" in the eyes of Stalin and his generals.

Many departments in Moscow have been empty, and marginal functions such as marriage registration and community services ceased a month ago. Trucks carrying grain and vegetables were often looted, and some cases of violence and robbery went unattended - the police were conscripted as soldiers, and the law and order were maintained by old men in their seventies and eighties, and there was really no deterrent to lawlessness.

The entire city seemed to be the only army functioning normally, and under Stalin's frenzied orders to enlist all the soldiers, the whole of Moscow had become a giant fortress in disarray, and had lost all its functions except to fight the German forces in the form of self-destruction.

It is almost a desperate struggle with no way back, and everyone knows that the leader of the Soviet Union, Comrade Stalin, is burning jade, because even if the Soviet Union wins the war by chance, the collapse of the bureaucracy and the management of archives and documents will make the Soviet Union lose the ability to control the local area. In other words, no matter what, the Soviet behemoth is going further and further down the road of self-destruction.

Compared with the defeated but resilient German army, the pressure on the Soviet Union, which had lost its mobilization advantage, was even greater. The war on two fronts has left the entire Soviet Union with no choice but to deal with each other, and the country's mobilization capacity has been lost, and it is no longer possible to offset the terrible losses at the front with overwhelming national strength.

The defenders of Leningrad were forced to retreat on all fronts, and Finnish and German Army Group E bloodlessly captured the "city named after the former leader". As the Germans toppled Lenin's statue and hung the German flag everywhere, journalists wrote about the victory, hoping to offset the embarrassment of Belgorod's recapture by the Soviets.

Once again, the Soviet Union seemed to have been slapped in the face, and the field that had been finally recovered from the Belgorod region was lost in the battle for Leningrad. As for why Leningrad, which was ready to resist to the death, ended up surrendering without a fight, it is necessary to start with another battle plan.