"Left! Yes! A little left! Be careful! Paint some of the numbers there, too! Don't block the number!" Wren stood next to his Tiger tank, directing Alice and Bruce to paint the entire tank in white camouflage camouflage, because it was painted by hand, so the whole tank was painted by them to look a little messy and exaggerated.

However, for these soldiers who have been on the front line to participate in battles all year round, being able to survive in the tragic battlefield environment is the most important thing, and as for other aspects, beauty and ugliness are actually irrelevant. The front of the Tiger tank is fine, and some Leopard crew members have begun to pile up debris on their front armor plates to add some so-called protection.

"Wren, if you think we can't do it, you can do it yourself! It's really annoying to ramble on the side!" Alice's nose had a little white paint sticking to it, which made her beautiful face look a little playful and cute, and with her pinching her waist, Wren felt like laughing.

And she had a lot of white paint on her hands, so she pinched her waist and rubbed a lot of it on her black armor uniform, which added some other colors to the already dirty black uniform. Wren's shirt was also turned back by Alice at the moment when he shook a few bits of white paint with a brush.

So Alice's questioning expression was a little more embarrassed, and the original justification became an embarrassed expression. And Wren looked at the white paint on his body, and had to smile helplessly.

Bruce, who was next to him, laughed at the appearance of the two people, and with a shake of his hand, he covered the famous number 113 on the original tank. The good No. 113 just became the No. 13 tank.

Wren covered his eyes with his hands, feeling that his command was a typical failure, and he felt that he should not have left the two men to paint and let Andre and Bowman go to the battalion headquarters to get the tents and machine gun ammunition.

In the morning, the battalion headquarters called a meeting of all the commanders and assigned combat missions, and their battalion was to rush south at night, reach the southern area of Novomoskovsk, attack eastward, capture a small village codenamed N182, and then follow the main force of Army Group G to continue eastward to attack the Soviet Red Army in the direction of Kharkov and Donetsk.

And the task of their entire armored battalion and some surrounding grenadier units was to capture Pavlograd, then move east to Lozovaya, occupy Slavyansk, cut between the two important cities of Donetsk and Kharkiv, and encircle the Soviet Red Army in these two directions.

Just a few hours earlier, Liszt's Army Group E had been subjected to a fierce attack on the front by powerful armored clusters of the Soviet Red Army, and the Supreme High Command had judged Zhukov's strategic intentions, and the northern regions of Kiev had already begun to strengthen the fortifications and fight a protracted defensive battle.

The defensive pressure on the front of Kiev was suddenly reduced, at least the Supreme Command felt that the Soviet Red Army lacked the offensive strength in this direction and did not have much offensive equipment, so Accardo listened to the face-to-face report of General Bock and other military representatives in Berlin, and ordered an immediate counterattack to attack some distance forward in the southern area to force the Soviet Red Army in the northern region to retreat.

As a result, several of the most combat-ready German groups began to squirm towards the front line, including Guderian's Army Group G and Moder's Army Group D began to advance eastward, and if you count Manstein's Army Group M, more than 500,000 German troops began to launch an offensive formation in front of Kiev.

"Forget it, 13 is 13, it's a number anyway, when the paint is dry, we'll be on our way in the afternoon, Alice will check our cans and other food, Bruce will go check the ammunition, put the new armor-piercing bullet in a convenient position, it may be useful. Wren looked at his tank helplessly, and then at his clothes, and finally had to arrange it like this.

It didn't take long for the entire battalion of tanks to assemble and begin their long march along the road, followed by a panzergrenadier regiment of the 3rd SS Division, plus the divisional artillery units of the entire division. Behind it was an armored regiment of Leopard tanks, then the headquarters of the division commander Frick, behind the 2nd Panzer Regiment and other units, and the entire 3rd Panzer Division was driving to the position where they needed to attack.

The tracks of the tank were crushed on the white snow, and then the white snow or white ice mixture was brought up, and the tracks of the tanks behind were crowded with snow and black dirt, and then the tanks were directly pressed against the muddy ground along the ruts, and dead hay could be seen mixed in them.

The road is muddy and tortuous, which is definitely a very huge test for the German armored forces, but fortunately, the tracks of the German tanks are much wider than those of the No. 3 and No. 4 tanks in another time and space, so the tracks are easy to get stuck in the mud, although slow, the entire armored force can still move forward on the road.

Bowman complained about the muddy typical Soviet-style road while carefully controlling the clutch of the Tiger tank, which was running smoothly under his control, and it was not necessarily difficult to follow the tank in front of him.

Wren leaned on the hatch in the commander's position, staring out into the field not far away, where an infantry corps under Moder was hobbling along, they had set off a day early, and had now been overtaken by the mechanized 3rd SS Panzer Division, which was responsible for covering the flanks of the 3rd Panzer Division, and the white camouflage suit was not very conspicuous in the snow, but Wren could still see an endless number of soldiers spreading out into the distance in the snow.

It was as if thousands of snowmen had come to life, these German soldiers wore white snow hooded windbreakers, and steel helmets that hugged white camouflage, and walked forward with difficulty in the fields that had become gray, some war horses struggled in the mud, neighing and pulling hard at the 105 mm caliber infantry guns behind them, compared with the main force of the German army, the infantry equipment under Moder was not very good, but the combat effectiveness was not low.

Wren retracted his gaze, and the armored troops were strictly required by their respective battalion commanders to march in the mud and snow before marching, so as not to affect the overall advance speed due to the fire or falling into the mud. In this bad weather, the Germans still have a lot of details that they are not used to. But no one dares to take risks until they get used to it.

It could have been barely put on the place of 4 infantrymen, but now it is fixed with a few barrels of antifreeze by ropes, some spare gasoline and extra shells, each tank helps the logistics unit of the battalion headquarters to carry a lot of tatters, some tanks are some maintenance parts, some are some common tools, and more are ammunition and fuel, after all, this is a long distance march.

The sky was still gray, the dark clouds were like thick quilts that made it impossible to see the sun in the sky, I have to say that the Soviets really knew the bad weather on their territory very well, and the time they chose to attack was very favorable, and the huge German air force could basically lie at home during this time and weather, waiting for the dark clouds to gradually disperse. The snowflakes are falling little by little, very slowly and lightly, looking elegant and calm, as if this war has nothing to do with it, as if its short-term existence is for elegance and calmness

With the loss of most of the air superiority, the Germans lost an important link in firepower, and compared with the Soviet Red Army, which basically relied on ground firepower, at least this time allowed them to regain a little firepower superiority, and it was more conducive to their attack.

This is war, even if thousands of people are unwilling, they have to go to the battlefield when they are most unwilling, and fight a battle with an enemy who is smart enough to use it. Sometimes you can choose where you want to fight, and sometimes that right is on your enemy's side.

In the radio headset, Marcus was still noisy in the company channel, and he had been talking to Wren endlessly about what he would do if he met Wolf since he set off, but Wren never answered him, so he kept talking to himself there, and it could be seen that Wolfe's psychological pressure on him was really not small, which made this super tank ace who had drawn 58 battle symbols on the tank a little out of proportion.

Wren didn't speak because he had been sketching in his head, outlining a strange line, a Stalin tank in a photo, although it was a burned Stalin tank, but Wren could imagine what it was like - he sketched the tank, and then added a black five-pointed star on it, that tank was Wolf's car, and he had to be careful when he encountered it.

Alice was obviously a little heartless, and she used the backup channel of the car radio to listen to the radio from Germany, which contained patriotic songs, which was much better than listening to a bunch of stinky men talking nonsense, although it was not in accordance with the regulations, but as the owner of all the radio equipment on the Tiger tank, Alice thought she had the right to do so.

In the evening, the entire Panzer Division stopped and began to camp, and heard that beyond that was the area where Moder's 10th Panzer Corps had exchanged fire with the Soviet troops, and the German infantry were no longer visible around them, but the flames could be seen in the distance, and the smoke was clearly visible against the flames. There were burning villages, and ruined cities.