"Report to Comrade Marshal! The forward unit of the German Army Group F has just occupied a position of our army, and the position is ...... here," a Soviet major general holding his steel helmet walked to the table next to Zhukov and Vatutin, pointed to a place, and said: "We are mobilizing forces for a counterattack. ”

"Counterattack with infantry?" Zhukov frowned, not immediately vetoing the proposal. Vatutin had no choice but to smile bitterly again, and then replied: "It is indeed with infantry, to be precise, it is actually filled with human lives...... We had too few tanks at our disposal, so we had to use a large number of untrained infantry to delay the German attack. ”

In order to fight the battle into a stalemate, the Soviet guard troops in the Moscow defense zone would lose nearly 10,000 soldiers every day, and it was by relying on this desperate counterattack method that the troops here supported Zhukov's troops to arrive. It can be said that they are using their lives to fight for the motherland a chance to survive.

Thousands of Soviet soldiers gave their precious lives on one position after another. They attacked German positions at night, recaptured the positions they had lost during the day, and then were occupied by the Germans during the day, and continued to fight for them at night...... Every inch of land here was not acquired by the Germans casually, but after countless battles between soldiers on both sides, the ownership was finally decided.

"Don't fight back today. Zhukov thought for a moment and then said: "Wait for three days, and in three days, a group of tank troops will arrive here, and then we will launch another large-scale counterattack to recapture our land." ”

"Tanks, Comrade Marshal Zhukov, with all due respect, the positions of the Germans were not so easy to recapture. Even if you concentrate your tanks for a counterattack, you will eventually be driven back due to heavy losses. With a heavy expression on his face, Vatutin opened his mouth and said: "According to our past experience, tanks and anti-tank artillery are more effective in ambushes in defense. ”

Zhukov knew that he was too emotional, and he did not dare to use his elite tank troops in such a counterattack with no chance of victory. After all, he tried it once in Kursk, and that time he had a much better hand and a lot better chances than he did now.

However, at that time, his southward cluster, hundreds of thousands of elite soldiers, collided with only one of the German army groups in the southern theater, and was completely stopped in the wilderness of Kursk, and the entire Caucasus region that he originally planned to recapture became a distant and unrealistic dream.

"But now, what can we do?" said Zhukov, who felt a little tired, and he was anxious to find a chair to sit on, for he felt that the infinite power of his former time was slipping away. The development of the German army was still improving, so he could not see his hope of victory, and maintaining a war that would eventually be lost was the most tiring thing as a general. Because in this case, these generals are not devastated physically, but mentally.

"We are developing some new anti-tank means, such as the Iron Fist anti-tank rocket launcher similar to the German army. There are also large-caliber rockets that can be fired directly from the ground. Vatutin seemed to see Zhukov's powerlessness, so he opened his mouth to persuade him. In fact, he was aware of this almost debilitating feeling, and he knew the powerlessness and anguish of being a commander on the battlefield who could only struggle but could not lead his troops to victory.

At this, his eyes lit up, and then he squeezed out a smile and said to Zhukov: "We are still training hounds and letting these clever little guys send bombs under the tanks of the Germans." They're very smart, and simple adaptation can give these dogs the ability to carry out their missions, and we've put this superweapon into practice with a decent response. ”

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On the positions of the Soviet defenders, more than a dozen hounds were already squatting in the trenches under the influence of their masters at this time, ready to carry out their last glorious mission. As these companions, who have accompanied the Soviets since childhood, their affection for humanity is unquestionable.

However, in this war where human lives are no longer valuable, at a time when people can die humbly anytime and anywhere, their hound friends have to sacrifice their lives for this sacred war. A group of female soldiers knelt on the ground without saying a word, and tied the backpacks with explosives bags that had been sewn in their hands to the bodies of the hounds.

"Bernard, Birner, don't move, don't move!" a young soldier on the hound's chain comforted the dog, stroking the strong hound's neck. He gently brushed his partner's hair, choked up after only a few words, tears falling down his cheeks and to the ground.

Carrying a heavy burden that did not belong to him, the hound named Berna shook his head with some anxiety, and then it quieted down and used its tongue to **** the back of its master's hand. It knew it was about to complete a task on its own -- to get underneath something that looked huge.

As long as it burrows in and maintains its position directly underneath, its owner will feed itself with good food when it returns. That's the only thing that Berner remembers in his mind, the experts who did everything they could to get him to learn these movements, called it conditioning.

"Is the 1st Anti-Tank Squad ready?" a Soviet officer approached from the side of the trench and asked the special soldiers who were preparing for battle. He knew that the hounds on the leash would not answer his questions, so he set his sights on the man on the leash.

"Sir...... I can't bear my partner. A female soldier with a dog cried and replied loudly to her commander's words. The commander, on the other hand, could only look coldly at the person who spoke, and then walked to the next soldier.

These dogs were the only anti-tank weapons in his hands, and training them even wasted fresh meat that had been rationed for a long time. Although he preferred to ask for a few 76 mm anti-tank guns, he was only given a dozen dogs to deal with the German tanks.

The counterattack was about to begin, and this time the Germans had taken positions that could not be ceded out of anything. So thousands of Soviet soldiers were inserting bayonets into their rifles, and all the weapons they had that could be used against enemy tanks were going to be taken out to cover this frantic counterattack.

"If I had a choice, I wouldn't want to put the lives of thousands of soldiers on your dog. The Soviet officer reluctantly answered the question, except that he pointed the back of his head at the female soldier who asked the question.

In the distance, the gunfire began to intensify, and with the shouts of a soldier not far away, groups of Soviet soldiers in the trenches jumped out. With their weapons in their hands and shouting the slogan "Long live the great leader Stalin", they walked step by step towards the positions that the Germans had just occupied.

"Comrades, the time has come to test us! follow me!" the Soviet officer shouted as he drew his revolver at his waist and waved his arm. The female soldiers behind him, like the men nearby, stood up from their bunkers with weapons in their hands and shouting.

Behind them, a dozen special soldiers with dogs, protected by some tall soldiers, walked slowly towards the German positions in the distance. They saw the flags fluttering on their sides, and they saw faces as young as themselves.

Suddenly, a soldier fell with his head on his back, his body slamming into the ground like a sandbag, and the passers-by bypassed his position, and those who passed behind could see the hole in the fallen soldier's forehead, as well as the blood spilling from the back of his head. Of course, what every soldier who passed by could not forget, as well as those blue eyes that were unwilling to close.

"German assault gun!" A Soviet soldier not far away knelt on one knee, one hand on his rifle, and the other pointed to his companion in the distance, shouting a warning to his companion while bullets flew around him from time to time, looking very dangerous. At his kneeling feet, two Soviet machine gunners were firing heavily with their machine guns, covering their friendly forces as they rushed to the German positions.

"Left flank! German armored target! What about the anti-tank group? What about the anti-tank group? Hurry forward, attack! attack!" The Soviet officer ignored the bullets flying past him, and kept shouting at the so-called Soviet anti-tank group in the distance.

Obviously, the bullet-ridden battlefield panicked the usual pets, and the hounds with bombs staggered their bodies and looked back at their owners. They couldn't understand why what seemed like a mundane banter and reward had suddenly become so sinister and terrifying.

"Birner, remember the training we did?" the young master knelt on the ground and unfastened the collar around his dog's neck one last time, patting his dog's head and touching its ears and neck with the palm of his hand. When the palm of his hand touched the bomb on his back, he shuddered, and finally ripped off the safety ring on it, and then pointed in the direction ahead: "Up!

So this big black dog, like a black lightning, shuttled through the crowd of Soviet attacking troops. It ran desperately forward, a pair of keen eyes in the chaotic environment, looking for the huge thing it was familiar with. It only took a split second for it to break out of the crowd of Soviet troops and into the center of the two armies, where bullets were flying.