As a shell was pushed out of the muzzle, the barrel of the cannon suddenly shrank due to the recoil, and the gun carriage sank deep into the snow, and the vibration caused the snow around the cannon to jump with it. As the bomb bay retreated, the bolt was opened, and a steaming shell clattered and rolled to the ground, smashed into the middle of a pile of cooled shells, rolled to the side and stopped.

Several Soviet Red Army soldiers with fur hats hurriedly cleaned the chamber of the cannon, and then stuffed a shell again, their movements were not skillful, but fortunately, there were quite a few people, so even if they were in a hurry for a while, they quickly fired the second shell.

The warhead of the second shell was pushed out of the chamber by the gas burst from the gunpowder, and then in the barrel it began to accelerate with the rifling, and the stable shell flew out of the muzzle with a high-speed rotation, and then flew out of a beautiful straight line with the green smoke behind it.

It flew a distance of more than a dozen kilometers and then roared down over the German positions, gravity causing it to gradually approach the ground, and finally crashed into a reinforced machine-gun fire stronghold, which accurately hit the target and then exploded very violently.

The flames and shrapnel were spread by the blast wave of the explosion, which then tore through the roof and spread into the surrounding trenches, and the air wave flew into the air with the mutilated bodies of five or six German soldiers inside, and a precise artillery attack was completed.

In a hidden bunker not far from the front line, a young Soviet general took his eyes off the eyepiece of the artillery mirror, squinted at the black plume of smoke formed by the explosion in the distance, and was clearly pleased to see the destruction of a German pillbox.

He turned and held out a finger to the general behind him, pointing it on the general's chest. Then the general spoke slowly, and ordered in a dignified tone: "I gave you 2 hours, but you were not able to complete your mission, and there is no need for fools in my army who cannot complete the task, so you can hand over your epaulettes and weapons, and get out of here." ”

"General Rokossovsky, please give me another chance! I will personally go to the front! I will personally go to the front line to direct the battle! Please do not send me to the Judge Advocate General! Please!" the general was frightened by Rokossovsky's words, and quickly pleaded.

"I'll give you the last decency, and you won't go to the Judge Advocate General's Office and wait for the execution. Rokossovsky did not seem to forgive his subordinates for the idea, because he had put too much effort into organizing the attack. He was ordered to take Kyiv as a spearhead, so he had to complete the task and stand at the head of Kyiv within the allotted time: "I will shoot you directly here, so that you, as a hero who died on the front line, will be sent back to Moscow to receive the worship of the people." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, two soldiers in charge of law enforcement stepped forward and pressed down on the general who had not completed the attack mission. He had to say something, but he finally stopped struggling and was dragged out in despair.

Rokossovsky turned his head, no longer looking at his once close comrade-in-arms, and gave an order to another division commander: "I'll give you 1 hour to take the expected position." If you can't complete the mission, you'll be killed by him!"

"Comrade General! If I can't complete the mission, then please save that bullet!" This division commander has a long beard and is one of the most capable generals under Rokossovsky, and he has a fierce style, and he is one of the best generals in the entire Guards Army: "I will personally lead the people to charge! Either I will come back and tell you the news of the victory in person, or someone will come back for me to report to you the process of my death." ”

I saw him give Rokossovsky a military salute, then turned and walked out, and when he reached the door, he waved his hand slightly, and an assistant followed him, and handed him a steel helmet.

For an hour, he had no chance to test the attack or command his men to try it first, so the bearded general put on his steel helmet and prepared to lead a larger attack himself.

On the German position, two Soviet soldiers with bayonets rushed towards the German soldiers on the opposite side, and the German soldiers who had no bullets were holding shovels and scuffled with their opponents. Farther away, a German soldier opened heavy fire with his assault rifle, and three or four Soviet Reds were hit by bullets and fell not far in front of him.

A Soviet Stalin tank, destroyed by an Iron Fist bazooka, burned on the position, and the flames on the front armor plate seemed to be praying for the lives lost inside the tank, swaying and shaking. It seemed to be a fierce battle of tank annihilation, with destroyed Soviet tanks every dozen meters away, and not far in front of the wreckage of these tanks, there were also quite a few destroyed German anti-tank gun positions.

"Won't they take a break from these damn Soviet Red Army? Won't they retreat to rest their troops?" a German soldier ran out of bullets in his hand, looked at the Soviet soldiers who were still rushing up in the crowd on the opposite side, and cursed angrily. Beside him, two machine gunners were laboriously changing the barrel of the MG42 machine gun, which was too hot to be used due to the continuous firing.

The Germans had never encountered such a terrible Soviet Red Army counterattack since the summer invasion of Soviet Ukraine, and they easily won the victory in the summer, annihilating a large number of Soviet living forces, and these prisoners are still contributing to the four modernizations of Germany in the prisoner of war camps.

Now, however, the newly recruited German soldiers, as well as those veterans of the battles in France and the Soviet-German-Polish battles, were getting their first taste of the true strength of the Soviet Red Army, and the Soviet Red Army soldiers, who were well trained and properly used by the right commanders, were even more frenzied on the battlefield with the same fanatical beliefs as the SS.

Unbelievably crazy. Hundreds of Soviet soldiers, led by political workers, shouted the name of Comrade Stalin and rushed to their targets, mines, enemy bullets, flames...... Nothing can stop them until they rush into the target to occupy there, or they all die in the way of the charge.

For the first time, the well-trained German soldiers knew the terrible slogan of Ulla, and when thousands of enemies on the opposite side shouted this word together, the grandeur of the momentum really made the German soldiers in a hostile state feel uncomfortable. They are not accustomed to this kind of war at any cost, they are not used to this desperate struggle.

Although Liszt had split the only armored corps in his hands into several independent "field fire brigades" to fill in the holes in the defensive line and extinguish the dangers in the positions, he still lost many defensive positions in one day because the Soviet troops were so fierce that he did not expect to lose them.

According to the report, on the first day, some of the Soviet armored forces had already cut into his Tianzi grid defense, but his armored forces were too scattered to be able to annihilate the Soviet tanks that had entered the pocket position. What is even more depressing is the forecast of the meteorological department, the probability that the air force can take off planes to meet the battle in the past three days is very low, so low that Liszt does not dare to pray.

It seemed that God was on the side of the Soviets, and Liszt's line of defense was so broken that it was desperate. Although Guderian's side attacked faster than the Soviets here to break through the German lines and capture tens of thousands of Soviet prisoners, it was clear that if Kiev changed hands, everything would be in transience, and the main German forces would be encircled between Kharkiv and Donetsk.

Just as Liszt was anxiously waiting for some good news to appear on his defensive line, a German soldier raised his hands at the Soviet Red Army, his eyes full of horror, and with him lay down his arms several equally young German youths, who had just arrived on the Eastern Front as reinforcements, and had not expected to experience such a terrible nightmare.

Not far away, a Soviet Red Army soldier climbed onto the lid of a cement pillbox, shouting Ulla and waving the red flag in his hand, and more Soviet soldiers rushed towards the German trenches, where they jumped into the trenches and scuffled with the German soldiers, and then drowned in the sea of people by more Soviet soldiers rushing from behind.

The German soldier aimed at the Soviet flag bearer who was holding the red flag high and smashed the opponent's head accurately, but the red flag did not fall, because more Soviet soldiers climbed the pillbox and held on to the flag that was shaking and about to fall. Amid their cheers, more German soldiers raised their hands and accepted the fact of their defeat.

Inside a hidden bunker, a German division commander who was defending the area heard the gunshots getting closer and closer, and the wailing of the screaming German soldiers, he looked at the burned division flags on the ground, and some classified documents, then shook his head and picked up the small and delicate pistol on the table.

"Suddenly, suddenly!" the guards outside the door had already fired, which proved that the Soviets had rushed to a fairly close position, and a bullet had pierced the door, leaving a hole in the light.

The German division commander smiled bitterly, then shoved the muzzle of the pistol into his mouth, hesitated for a moment, and finally pulled the trigger. Bullets splattered with blood on the map of the defense zone hanging on the wall, staining the defense zone marked there in red, the defense area of this German division.