Germany, the Führer on the outskirts of Warsaw secretly traveled, the Wolf's Lair.

Accardo was sitting on the couch, face to face with four old men in suits and a group of middle-aged men in white coats. These were the staff of the Imperial War Weather Forecasting Agency, who were responsible for weather forecasting for the entire Eastern Front. And among these people, there was also General Catherine, the actual commander-in-chief of the Luftwaffe, and General Dick, who was in charge of the bomber forces. They are all here to attend this meeting to confirm the future weather situation, which has been held every day for the recent time, and to report the latest measurements!

"Are you sure your predictions are correct?" said Accardo, breaking the dull atmosphere that had been hanging over the room, and no one dared to speak first, so everyone waited. This is the majesty of power, and even academic authority cannot show the slightest unruliness in the face of the actual controllers of the empire.

One of the old men answered Accardo's question, and his tone was very helpless: "My Führer, although we have teleported back to the distant weather conditions through the planes and submarines that we have sent, meteorological analysis has not been able to accurately predict the exact time when the snowfall will stop for so many years, and we have no way of confirming how long this bad weather will last. ”

"My Führer, the results of the meteorological analysis show that by tomorrow morning at the latest, there will be a short period of sunny weather, enough to take off the plane. A young meteorologist stepped forward and whispered to Accardo.

"Are you sure?" asked Accardo, looking at the rather young meteorologist with a hint of a smile. Lately, he's been asking the same question, saying that every morning the German meteorologists have to measure the amount of snowfall and clouds, and use it to predict the future direction of the weather in combination with other data.

In response to Accardo's constant questioning, the German meteorologists, who had to summarize their measurements every day and repeat what they had said before, would have to answer the same question again, and if it weren't for the Imperial Führer Accardo, who was sitting across from him, they would have been unable to bear to be violent and hurt.

"Yes, my Führer, I collated and analysed the data, compared the meteorological records for a full 100 years, and came to the conclusion that bad weather in Ukraine generally does not last long, such a climate lasts only a few days, and even if it continues to snow, there will be a short period of sunny weather. The meteorological researcher said firmly.

"Very well! As soon as the weather clears, our air force can take off fighter jets and let the Soviets know who is in control of the skies here!" Accardo nodded. From the very beginning, he was waiting for the moment when the weather would clear, when the thousands of fighters he had prepared would be ready to take off to attack the Soviet ground forces, and then Liszt's pressure would be reduced countless times over.

Once German fighters and bombers appeared in the theater of operations, the Soviet Union's proud tank superiority would be offset by the Luftwaffe, and the concentrated tanks would be bombed by the Luftwaffe, and at that time, the Soviets' offensive would be further delayed, and the German victory would be more certain.

"My Führer, if the weather is clear, I will arrange for all the front-line fighters to take off as soon as possible, destroy all the Soviet targets that dare to go to the sky, and more than half of the fighters will also carry small bombs to attack the enemy's ground targets!" Catherine stood up, walked to the front of the map, pointed to the dozens of front-line airfields marked on them, and introduced her battle plan: "At that time, 1,500 fighters will rise into the air at the same time and control the entire combat airspace. ”

"My Führer! Bombers will all be dispatched at the same time, including 400 DO-217 bombers, 300 Stuka dive bombers, 300 Stuka 2 dive bombers, and 510 butcher bombers, which will bomb all Soviet transport hubs, including Minsk, as well as Soviet troops on the front line, which are being assembled. General Dick, who was in charge of the German bomber unit, also opened his mouth to explain the specific implementation of the operation.

If conditions permit, the entire Luftwaffe will dispatch fighter and bomber formations at the same time, and almost 3,000 aircraft will take off for the first wave of attacks, and more than 15,000 sorties will be followed by attacks, with the aim of completely paralyzing the logistics of the Soviet front-line troops and preventing them from continuing to attack Liszt's Army Group E in the south.

Accardo's eyes narrowed as he listened to the generals' reports on the attack plans that the air force would carry out once the weather improved. It sounds like a good plan, but the snow is still falling...... Now the question is: when will the snow stop?

Just when Accardo was worried about the weather, in Korosten, north of Kiev, in front of the Soviet-German defense line, a German soldier was killing a Soviet Red Army with a Mauser 98K rifle with a bayonet, and his bayonet was inserted into the opponent's heart from under the side, and blood flowed down the blood trough, dyeing the Soviet soldier's chest clothes bright red.

The Soviet soldier did not look very old, only seventeen or eighteen years old, he clutched the bayonet that had pierced his body with both hands, and his face was full of pain and reluctance, but his struggle became weaker and weaker as time passed, and soon a living life turned into a cold corpse in the snow.

Farther away, a German soldier grabbed an MP-44 assault rifle in his hand, pulled the trigger and began his own strafing fire. Bullets flew at the Soviet soldiers on the opposite side, knocking the desperate Soviet soldiers to the ground one by one. The battlefield suddenly became silent, and before you knew it, another Soviet attack was repulsed, and another cruel test was declared.

A German soldier sat down on the ground with his ass exhausted, panting heavily, and the gas he exhaled formed a white mist from the cold, proving that he had just exercised very vigorously. And next to the soldier, two German machine gunners, were hurrying to change the barrel of their machine gun.

The rapid shooting made the barrel of the machine gun hot, and the two of them held the body of the machine gun, and one of them carefully removed the barrel of the machine gun, and then took out a new barrel from the spare barrel bag, and pressed it for the machine gun that had made countless achievements. Not far in front of this machine gun, the corpses of at least 30 Soviet soldiers lay on the ground.

At this point in the battle, all the German soldiers were accustomed to this kind of fierce fighting that they had never experienced before. They now knew that fighting in Poland, in France, and so on, was like a game, and now their trials really began - and now the real war showed its face.

More than 50,000 German soldiers, both new and veterans, elite and motley, fell on the road from Kalinkovich all the way back to the outskirts of Korosten, and in a single day there were hundreds of battles, large and small, and the entire Soviet-German front was a huge meat grinder.

Everywhere there were Soviet tanks burning, everywhere German soldiers lying on the roads being trampled by Soviet soldiers. One after another troops were routed by the Soviets, and Liszt's troops were squeezed out little by little, and in the end even the reserves were pitiful, and he could only use retreat to gather troops and consolidate his defensive line.

"Company commander, the Soviets are retreating! They are gathering on the other side of the road, maybe for a larger attack, right?" a soldier ran to the company commander who was collecting ammunition from the corpse with his Mauser 98K rifle, panting to report the results of his reconnaissance.

"Got it! Go and get all the bullets back from the fallen brothers! Don't waste it!" The company commander is used to no longer waiting for the logistics department to replenish ammunition, and in the face of the large-scale attack of the Soviets, everyone needs to save their ammunition as much as possible and collect as much ammunition as possible, so as to ensure that there are enough ammunition to protect themselves in the following battles.

Not far away, an assault gun was slowly moving into the newly dug defensive position, this big guy had just been supported by the regimental headquarters, and it was the support force of the entire company. Although they applied for a company of infantry plus three tanks, it was already very "interesting" that the regimental headquarters could find such an assault gun and send it to them.

"Find a machine gun! Cover the flanks of this assault gun, set up a cross-defensive fire, and try to strangle the infantry of the next Soviet attack. Leave the tank to that big guy, you know?" explained to the soldier as the company commander looked at the Leopard assault gun that had driven into the bunker, revealing only a low-topped Leopard assault gun.

"It's the company commander! But the weather seems to be brighter than just now, and the dark clouds seem to have become a little less. The German soldier narrowed his eyes and looked up at the sky overhead.

Stretching out his hand, he found that there were no such small snowflakes falling slowly, the company commander was stunned for a moment, and then he also raised his head, and he saw a fairly clear sky, although there were many clouds, but he could see the delightful blue above the clouds.

The company commander was stunned for a moment, then looked at the burning tank wreckage on the battlefield, looked at the soldiers who had just died in battle lying on the snow, looked at the corpses in the distance that had been covered by the snow, and looked up in disbelief at the sky that seemed to have not been noticed for a long time. There really are no snowflakes falling again, and there are no snowflakes that make people desperate except for the cold wind.

Then he withdrew his gaze and muttered softly, so low that only he could hear: "Snow...... Stopped!"-

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