"Yes, the battle is underway near the church of Michael. The Soviets did not seem to have any intention of giving up easily, and they mobilized tanks and a large number of infantry, and took advantage of the familiar terrain and the dead spots of the buildings to fiercely return fire on our troops. "General Karrickev, the commander of the German 82nd Infantry Corps, is actually a very good infantry commander. If it weren't for Klug, who was late to the game, he wouldn't still be a lieutenant general.

To put it mildly, he was a classmate of the famous German general General Frederick, who also commanded the infantry. In terms of command of infantry in battle, he was not far behind Admiral Frederick. And General Frederick, who followed Rommel through North Africa, was already a veritable No. 3 man in the Afrika Korps, and was already with the rank of general, but Karikoff had only mixed up with a poor lieutenant general in Army Group F.

He grabbed the phone and asked his boss Kluge to support him and deploy the artillery directly under the group army to him, so that he could have a more absolute firepower advantage in the battle against the Archangel Michael Cathedral.

At this moment, Karikoff was grasping the phone and hurriedly asked for help from Klug at the headquarters of the group army: "Your Excellency, the enthusiasm of the front-line troops to attack is very high, please support me with an ammunition base, I promise to capture the Michaelan Church and stabilize the defensive line!"

On the other side of the phone, Marshal Kluge was actually very embarrassed, he really wanted to support his men to continue the attack, but now he had not many spare shells left. You must know that the Germans had very limited reserves of large-caliber shells, and most of them came from strange sources, so it was not easy to replenish them.

First of all, some of the train guns in the hands of the German army came from captured French train guns, which could only consume French stocks. Originally, the French stocks were sufficient, enough for the Germans to squander for a while, but unfortunately, the Germans were a little too indulgent in Stalingrad, which caused the reserve ammunition of these French train guns to start to strain.

And the large-caliber artillery produced by the Germans themselves has only been equipped in recent months, and the stocks are even smaller, so they really cannot withstand the unlimited consumption of the German troops. Whether it is a French or German train gun, plus those large-caliber towed artillery, in fact, each cannon is real money, a cannon is hundreds of kilograms or even a ton of various metals and chemicals, a round of shelling costs can definitely be regarded as a lot of money.

Moreover, a while ago, the Germans and the Soviets engaged in an artillery battle outside Moscow, and in order to suppress the Soviet artillery and play with their own momentum, the German artillery consumed a large amount of ammunition stocks. Replenishing these munitions would require a lot of rail capacity, and Kluge was a little worried that his troops would have trouble resupplying them.

Under such fears, Kluge was a little reluctant to let his troops be exhausted, preferring to wait for Field Marshal Rundstedt's Army Group A, Liszt's Army Group E, and Guderian's Army Group G to reach the designated position, and then encircle Moscow and disperse the defensive forces deployed in front of the Moscow defense zone before launching an attack.

However, he knew that if he denied the request of the front-line generals at this time, it would be very demoralizing. So after gritting his teeth, he nodded and agreed to Karikoff's attack request: "Ten minutes later, I will order the artillery to attack the designated position, there are only two rounds of shelling, and you can handle the rest yourself!"

"Thank you, Marshal! I promise to take the church and plant the imperial flag on it!" General Karikoff was already very excited on the other side of the phone. His cheerful voice could be heard by Klug even through a long telephone line. The Führer's henchman, who had just been promoted to marshal, put down the phone with a smile, and then deployed the task of shelling for a while.

On the front line, not far from the Church of Archangel Michael, a medium trailer was attaching the damaged Leopard tank to towing equipment, and several German engineers directed the vehicle to slowly backwards, making a way for the rest of the equipment to pass. And next to the towed Leopard tank, next to the two King Tiger tanks that were belated, several commanders of armored units were confirming their mission for the last time.

The German armored units have never been in the habit of being beaten passively, and after they have achieved all the proud achievements, there is no reason not to be beaten back. Soon the two King Tiger tanks arrived, and with them came a new round of attack orders.

"It's still the original battle plan, the King Tiger tank replaces the original Leopard tank and rushes through the intersection first, if the Soviet Stalin's tank fires, then this King Tiger tank stops and fires back, and the second King Tiger rushes out from behind this Tiger King, disrupts the enemy, and destroys the Stalin tank!" After finishing the task, a King Tiger commander jumped on his tank, and the slender barrel of this King Tiger tank was painted with white battle marks. Apparently he is also an ace commander, with a record of at least 40 or more.

The other tank followed this tank, which looked a little shabby, but there were also more than a dozen tanks, and it was obviously not a novice rookie. The two tanks began to start one after the other, and black exhaust fumes erupted from the tail exhaust cylinders, filling the air.

A minute later, the artillery positions directly under the direct jurisdiction of the army group finally began to roar of their own, and the momentum of devouring the sky and the earth drowned out the Soviet counterattack that was not at all climatic. The streets and buildings near the Cathedral of the Archangel Michael have undergone another baptism of destruction, and one building after another has collapsed in the explosion.

The Soviet defenders survived the rubble and smoke and shrapnel, and shattered glass flew everywhere, crackling against stone and cement. The shelling turned hell on such a large scale, and thankfully it didn't seem like the Germans intended to raze it to the ground, so the shelling only lasted a short time before it subsided.

Just as the rejoicing in the hearts of the Soviet defenders inside the church had not passed, the Germans fired gunfire. Another round of attacks has begun, and another round of fighting is coming. Once again, the battle for the crossroads became the focus of contention, and the ownership of the church determined whose possession would become of the ruined Migal Cathedral.

Inside the Soviet tank, the gun commander stared intently at the dangerous intersection, and when the next second came, his pupils instantly shrank because he saw something that surprised him. Inside his sight, a German King Tiger tank burst out of the corner, revealing the terrifyingly thick armor directly in front of it.

"King Tiger Tank!" the Soviet artillery commander roared to his companion, and then stepped on the firing pedal without hesitation. The 122-millimeter cannon spewed smoke and a deadly shell, and crashed into the German King Tiger tank at the far corner of the street with lightning speed.

"Bang!" King Tiger Tank shook slightly as if it had been hit by a hammer. But everyone in the tank knew that their armor had not been penetrated, they had just been beaten hard. They stopped and started aiming, skilful and fast.

The Soviets were a bit of a scramble, as their loaders had to bend down to pick up the other part of the shells - the disadvantage of splitting the shells was maddening, but in order to counter the Germans' superior armor, they had to use this kind of fire system, which was always half a beat slower at critical moments. Just as they were loading, the Soviet artillery commander saw another Tiger King rushing out of the street, and from behind the Tiger King that had stopped, rushed out!

"Two Tiger Kings! Retreat! Retreat!" Before the Soviet artillery commander could shout, the commander of the Stalin tank screamed in horror and ordered his driver to quickly reverse and drive away. After all, the King Tiger tank was too aimed at the Stalin tank, especially the heavy front armor of the King Tiger tank, which was really a nightmare for the Stalin tank.

Before the Stalin tank could withdraw from a distance of one meter, the main gun of the first King Tiger tank emitted a puff of smoke, and then the sandbags and iron plates tied to the front armor of the Stalin tank were scattered in all directions as if they exploded, knocking down the Soviet infantry that followed the retreat.

These things were meant to strengthen the armor of Stalin's tanks, and there were makeshift piles of debris, sandbags and iron plates welded to hold sandbags. Apparently they played a role, and the shells of the first King Tiger tank really failed to penetrate these fragments. But before the Soviet crew could rejoice, the shells of the second German King Tiger tank hit the armor of the Soviet tank again.

"Boom!" the dust filled the air, and after shaking twice, the Soviet tank finally stopped on the side of the road and stopped moving. Flames jumped out of the gaps in the tank, and the Soviet soldiers around them, who were rescuing the wounded of friendly troops, saw this and began to rout backwards in desperation.

The German tanks began to advance slowly, and a large number of German infantry followed behind the tanks, cautiously groping their way forward. Some soldiers began to rush into the ruins of the buildings on both sides, and the Germans finally opened the situation at this crossroads.

Long Ling's illness was not cured, Long Ling's wife's grandfather passed away yesterday, and as a result, Long Ling had to rush from the northeast of the motherland to the south to attend the funeral, more than 20 hours of train, it was really haggard...... In an eventful autumn, Long Ling can only promise everyone to ensure the update as much as possible, please bear with me......