A German soldier shot in the leg crawled slowly on a position filled with gunsmoke, only a few meters away from an assault rifle. He knew that he would not be able to go back alive today, so he could only drag those hateful enemies to hell as much as he could.

Closer, closer, he stretched out his arm, and when he saw that he could reach the gun, a foot in a black leather boot stepped on the back of his hand. A Soviet soldier in a grass-green military uniform stood next to the German soldier, a scar on the corner of his mouth that made people shudder.

A white-painted Stalin tank was parked not far away, and the black five-pointed star on the turret made it look different from other Soviet tanks. The wounded German soldier was hit by the course machine gun on the tank, a position that used to contain a dozen German soldiers, but now they are all corpses that can no longer move.

"Hey, kids, don't hold a gun in front of me without my permission. Wolf King Wolf sneered, stepped on the hands and feet of the German soldiers, and crushed the opponent's hands into the dirt.

"Ahh

The other party obviously expected his movements, and without the slightest mercy, he pulled the trigger of the gun in his hand, and two bullets flew out of the muzzle one after the other, hitting the soldier's head, and the bullet pierced the steel helmet, shattering the skull inside, and splattering blood.

The bayonet in the German soldier's hand fell to the side, and his whole body collapsed in the snow, and the blood spread everywhere on the snow, forming a red mass, bright and somewhat glaring.

"I said, don't play with weapons in front of me!" Wolfe's voice was a little strange because of the presence of Scar, but the smile was still so hideous. He carried the gun behind him, walked over to the corpse of another German veteran, picked up a few unused magazines, examined them, and put them in his pocket.

Behind him, not far away, a Soviet red flag was slowly being raised, and the Soviet Red Army under the flagpole was singing and dancing around a lit German flag.

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Ukraine, in a small village next to Marin, a farmer watched the white parachute fall from the sky, frightened and fled back to his hut, he turned out a telegraph from a bundle of straw, and kept sending a fixed message against a small notebook, and just outside his house, an officer with a dozen German soldiers, leading a wolf dog has arrived outside the village, a local Ukrainian is pointing in the direction of the building in the village, I don't know what to say to the German officer.

From the beginning of the war to the present, the taming of Ukraine has been going on, sometimes with great results, and at other times with some stubborn rebels. However, because the policy of dividing and disintegrating Ukraine is very timely, these problems are gradually being resolved - fewer and fewer people hate Germany and help the Soviet Union, and those who hate the Soviet Union are living better and better.

At the window of the room, the farmer, who had finished sending the telegram, saw the German SS soldiers gathered around, and among them were some of the local Ukrainian youths, who were proudly dressed in black SS uniforms, as if they were the best soldiers under the Führer.

The barking of the wolfdogs was getting closer, and German soldiers with rifles gradually surrounded the inconspicuous cabin. The Ukrainians who watched the bustle around pointed and pointed, and the only thing they couldn't see in their eyes was pity and anger. They hated their compatriots who helped the Soviets, and felt that these people were all sinners who had harmed the Ukrainian nation.

"Phew!" the farmer inside the house fired a shot, and a Ukrainian soldier fell to the ground, his body twisted into a ball, and the apparently pain of being hit made him convulse a few times before he actually died. But as the shots rang out, his companions pulled their triggers, bullets flew everywhere, and the people around him hid in the farther houses.

"Phew!" it seems that this local Ukrainian farmer, in addition to being pro-Soviet, also hated the Ukrainians who betrayed him, and when he opened fire, he aimed at local Ukrainian soldiers wearing no epaulettes, not the more neatly dressed German soldiers.

As the shootout progressed, the Germans finally approached the house, and the farmer's bullets were almost depleted, and it wasn't long before the farmer was killed in his bedroom, and behind him, there was a completely burned codebook and a smashed American-made radio station.

"Call the head of the intelligence department, Chief Komandor! Hurry up! Just say that our military operations in the vicinity have been known to the Soviets!" The German officer who was at the scene did not look very good, he frowned, looked at the corpse on the ground, and then looked at the corpse of a Ukrainian soldier lying on the ground outside the window, and shouted angrily.

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Just when the Germans were in a hurry to report the problems they had found to their superiors, the Soviet Union set up a general headquarters in Minsk, and an officer ran into the headquarters of Marshal Zhukov.

When Zhukov gave the order for the whole army to continue to attack Kiev in the south, the next morning, Stalin held an emergency meeting in Moscow, at which it was decided to promote the commander-in-chief of the front, Zhukov and Timoshenko as marshals of the Soviet Union, and encouraged them to continue to contribute their strength to the motherland.

So now Zhukov's military rank is already marshal, although the specific clothing has not yet been delivered to the front, but the news of his promotion to marshal has been announced to the whole army through the radio. Zhukov is now proud, after all, he has become the first military general to obtain the rank of marshal since Stalin launched the Great Purge. This is enough to show that Stalin trusted him, and it is enough to show that there is nothing negligent in Zhukov's command.

"Comrade Marshal! Comrade Marshal...... The intelligence department sent news that the Germans had deployed a large number of paratroopers in a short period of time with planes near Marin!

"What?" Zhukov was stunned for a moment, and then he guessed the correctness of the message without taking the document in the officer's hand. The other side has been waiting for the moment when he will go south with all his might, and has been waiting for the moment when he is determined to take Kyiv. Now he had stepped into the trap of the Germans, who had finally strengthened the trap in a way he had not anticipated.

In order to confirm that the Germans were not hiding any large-scale forces behind Liszt Army E, almost all Soviet spies deployed in Ukraine were in full force in order to detect the movements of German troops. He Zhukov confirmed it repeatedly, and only then did he determine that there would be no large-scale reinforcements here in the short term.

But he did not expect that the Germans would use paratroopers, a highly mobile type of troops, to fill the seemingly fragile defensive line, and the use of paratroopers behind enemy lines has always blurred its true essence - "high-mobility elite infantry". It was only after the Germans threw out this plan that it dawned on everyone: it turned out that paratroopers could not only be thrown on the enemy's territory, but also on their own territory!

"Do you know the scale of the airborne?" Zhukov, who was already bitter in his heart, took the document from the officer's hand, looked at it carefully, and found that the number of paratroopers mentioned in it was very vague, and only said a very large number. Zhukov knew that many of the Soviet spies in Ukraine were temporary workers of low quality, and for these farmers, a thousand people was a lot, and 10,000 people could be described as a lot.

But now that he knows the last card of the Germans, and it is a very threatening killer weapon, Zhukov can no longer optimistically assess the superiority of the Soviet Red Army on the battlefield. He had to take into account the consequences of the 2nd Guards Front, commanded by Rokossovsky, and the 3rd Guards Front, commanded by Vasilevsky, if they could not tear through the defense line of Liszt's Army Group E.

If this were to happen, the Soviet Red Army would lose all the money it had built up over such a long time, and it would lose all of Belarus and Molensk – even Stalingrad, Leningrad and Moscow. This result is obviously not something that he Zhukov can bear.

The earlier determination to commit troops was based on the already shaky foundations of the German defensive line. Now the situation has changed substantially, the unknown number of German paratroopers has been reinforced into Liszt's defensive line, and once these nodes cannot be overcome in a short time, then the only thing that awaits the Soviet troops is their destruction.

"Take the risk? No! I can't take the risk! Even if I die here, I can't lose the last bit of Soviet blood! But if I abandon the whole plan now, how should the losses be explained?" Zhukov muttered, and then gritted his teeth and looked at the huge combat map.

For a moment, he even envied the German commanders, who had so many cards in their hands, and many times they had unexpected effects. Even with such careful preparations, the Soviet attack still did not achieve the desired result, and the price has already been paid a lot.