Early in the morning, the infantry patrol squad of the southern border troops of the Wehrmacht Eastern Front noticed a brain-stirring incident when they discovered that the Soviet troops on the other side of the river were preparing to attack.

Yes, they found out...... In fact, such a well-planned attack could not have been discovered in advance, but it happened that the patrolling German infantry discovered the Soviets' attack attempts, because these preparations were as clear as if they were making a movie.

The Soviets on the opposite side were dispensing ammunition in a mess, setting up their own cannons under the shade of some trees, and of course more soldiers were burying pots and cooking—all of which the Germans thought they should have done in secret the night before, and the Soviets did it in the morning without hesitation.

"Call the headquarters of the group army and report what we have found here!" a division commander immediately ordered after receiving the report: "Let the nearby No. 3 assault gun enter the defensive position." Notify the Air Force for aerial reconnaissance. ”

"Discuss with the headquarters of the group army and let the armored troops support us! The reconnaissance force has confirmed that the other side is gathering tanks, and I am afraid that the assault guns and anti-tank guns will not be able to stop the other side. The staff officer also added.

The commander of the Border Defense Division slapped the table angrily: "Are the Soviets crazy? Launching an attack at such a time? Aren't they in a drill? Isn't it good to have a good afternoon tea? Are you crazy? Bastard!"

Breaking the scolding can't change the facts, seeing that the smell of gunpowder is getting stronger and stronger for the Soviet troops on the opposite side, the German army is embarrassed to be perfunctory anymore, and the ammunition stored in the field munitions warehouse is distributed to the soldiers, but compared to the noisy Soviets, the German side seems to be much more orderly.

The Germans soon moved into front-line defensive positions, placing machine guns in concealed positions, anti-tank artillery in the bushes, and reinforcing Polish fortifications near several nearby bridges. In the V-shaped explosion-proof trench that had been dug up, German soldiers with rifles were everywhere.

The soldiers' helmets were covered with mesh textiles resembling gauze, which were new steel helmet linings that had been brought in from China in recent days, and which seemed to be very effective in placing camouflage on the helmets and preventing them from reflecting light. Now the German soldiers only showed their heads, and with the branches and weeds on the outside of the steel helmet, they had blended into the surrounding field.

A sniper found his ideal sniper spot under a large tree on the high ground not far away, and his assistant leaned against the edge of the tree, using binoculars to observe the open area on both sides from time to time. Next to the assistant, a box of rifle-caliber ammunition was piled up.

The sniper spread out the anemometer, looked at it carefully, and began to carefully adjust the scope of the sniper rifle little by little, his face painted with black oil paint, and his body was wearing a camouflage suit sewn with strips of cloth, which looked like he was leaning against a pile of wasteland in a large tree.

Again, he slowly adjusted the muzzle of his gun as he whispered, "I pray to you, God, that you be merciful, take the affliction away from me." You have sent us the great Führer and made us invincible forever...... I will help you save the world and return their lives to your bosom - if your bosom contains hell too!"

"Can't you change some new words?" his assistant, leaning against the tree, pouted.

Ignoring the noisy assistant, his movements were so familiar that it was as if he had been rehearsed countless times in advance. The old sniper continued to mutter his words that never seemed to change, and looked through the scope in the direction of the other side of the river.

Behind the snipers, about five kilometers away, on a fairly flat hillside, dozens of German soldiers were using jacks and other tools to fix several Frederick rocket launchers, which were directly subordinate to the rocket artillery unit at the army level, because of their good mobility and fierce firepower, they were regarded as the first choice for artillery mobile support weapons.

"Have you chosen the angle of fire?" an officer asked the adjutant who was reporting to him, standing on the hillside.

The adjutant replied with a salute: "Sir, we are ready to do so, and a few days before the Soviets arrived, we had already mapped the military map of the vicinity, accurate to the meter. ”

As he spoke, the ten rocket launchers over there had already begun to adjust the angle of the launch track behind them, and the machines made a screeching sound when they rubbed against each other, but this was a symphony of civilization and technology, and although it was sharp, it was very beautiful - at least for its own people.

A few dozen kilometers further back from this artillery position, on a huge lawn, the propellers of two FW-190D fighters with bright yellow noses painted bright yellow, with wing bombs and auxiliary fuel tanks, appeared to be on a complex mission. And on one side, there are more planes.

"Eagle 1 is ready, ready to take off!" In the cabin, a German pilot wearing an oxygen mask called to the ground control tower: "I was ordered to go to the area where there may be fighting, to expel Soviet planes and bomb valuable ground targets." ”

"Eagle 2 is ready! The mission is the same as that of the Long Plane. Complete. His wingman also said on the intercom.

The voice of the tower came through the headset: "This mission must not fly over the temporary border line first, please exercise restraint before the other side fires, understand?"

"Eagle 1 understands!" "Eagle 2 obeys!" And behind these two answers, there were many more answers: "Eagle 3 understands!" "Eagle 4 is ready!" "Eagle 15 obeys." ”

"Approve your take-off!" ordered the commander on the other side of the tower. Not far from the runway, twenty fighters took off one after another and formed a huge flight formation over the airfield.

"Squadron leader, are the Soviets crazy?" a pilot joked with a smile on the intercom, "You can't beat Poland, and you want to make up for us today?"

"Shut up! Don't despise any enemy!" A deep voice came from the intercom: "Be careful for a moment! I don't want to lose a plane here! Long live the Führer! Fly into the clouds!"

"Long live the Führer!" replied all the pilots on the plane.

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"Comrades, stand upright! Comrade Political Commissar will give a lecture!" A regiment commander stood upright and gave way to a political worker.

"The Motherland needs you! Comrades! In front of us are all evil Germans! They have expelled our comrades and slaughtered our best friends! Now it is time to pay the bloody debts! We will avenge our comrades with our own hands!" The commissar shouted loudly: "Everyone has received enough food this morning, right? So! The offensive begins!"

"Fire!" On the artillery position, an officer waved a small flag, and the Soviet 152-mm howitzer was fired with a "boom". A Soviet Red Army division commander standing on the side at the command post glanced at the political commissar beside him, and suddenly had an inexplicable feeling of poking a hornet's nest.

A 152 mm howitzer hit the middle of the town where the Germans were stationed, a two-story wooden building was destroyed by shells, leaving a huge crater on the ground, and then the explosions kept coming, as if the Soviet shells were aimed at the town.

In the German front-line command post, about a few hundred meters away from the town, a staff officer walked up to a major general with a telegram: "General!

The major general put down the binoculars in his hand and ordered to the walkie-talkie operator on the side: "Long live the Führer! ”

Just a few minutes before the first shell was fired, the Soviets were in full bloom on the starting position, and the Frederick rocket launchers covered the Soviet infantry that was still moving slowly on the flat ground in an instant.

Like a fertile field full of rice that was instantly turned into a desolate lunar surface, Frederick's rocket artillery once again proved the power of the unprepared infantry, destroying the Soviets' artillery positions and half of the infantry in one volley.

However, the nightmare of the Soviets was far from over, and was followed by Frederick rocket launchers, which were attacked by German 150mm heavy artillery and 75mm field howitzers. Because of the complete coordinates of these guns and the information provided by the concealed German observation posts, the shells were as accurate as if they had eyes. The Soviet troops, who had just gathered together in fear, were covered by these artillery fires, and once again learned the power of the German army's precision artillery bombardment.

However, under the pressure of the political commissar and the war supervisors, these frightened birds of the Soviet Red Army still began to cross the river, because the rainy season was late, the river was still relatively shallow, and most of the Soviet troops began to wade across the river with guns raised.

"Is this suicide?" a seasoned German machine gunner pulled the bolt of the gun, then pulled the trigger mercilessly, and the distinctive sound of the German machine gun sounded like sawing wood and tearing cloth, but it brought the Soviet troops in the river not beautiful music, but painful death.

There is no more efficient way to kill people, it is as simple as shooting a target. The Soviet soldiers moved slowly in the river, tripped over the underwater stones from time to time, and the machine guns swept the wet Soviet Red Army into the water as if they were wheat harvesters, and soon the river was dyed red, and thousands of Soviet soldiers floated on the surface of the water without a sound.

On the high ground, the old sniper reached into his pocket again, only to find that his magazines had been exhausted, and there were more than a dozen empty magazines of G43 sniper rifles lying around him. He didn't remember how many shots he had fired just now, but he was more conservative and found that he had killed at least a few dozen enemy soldiers.

The Soviet offensive was defeated, and several angry commissars roared loudly, looking at the corpses all over the mountains, they still did not believe the fact that the enemy was too strong, and still felt that it was the hateful Ukrainian mongrels who did not use their last strength.

"Get the KV-1 tank and the T-26! Let these Germans see! What is the armored force!" Looking at the red river, the comrade political commissar beside the division commander ordered viciously.