Even if the distance of advancing only a few meters a day, the distance between Stalin and the German forward troops really could not withstand long consumption. After repelling the frantic counterattack of the Soviet army, the Germans, under the cover of tanks, stormed along Kiev Avenue to the center of Moscow.

"Marino?" a German soldier leaned against the ruins of a building on the side of the road, looking at the last remaining wall with a door sign engraved in Russian. He was the only soldier in the entire infantry company who knew Russian, so he was accompanied by a veteran who was responsible for protecting him.

"Marino, is this Moscow?" the veteran asked the Russian-speaking partner vaguely with his neck curled and a cigarette in his mouth, "Further on is the front line between the two sides, we have to be careful, it's not very safe here." ”

The two men were originally next to the buildings on both sides of the road, and there were a number of friendly infantry sitting against the walls resting around them. Some people are preparing food for a while, while others are either setting up temporary resting places or gathering in groups to enjoy a difficult moment of leisure.

"This is a civilian area on the outskirts of Moscow, and there may be some taller buildings, but it seems that our artillery units are afraid that those buildings will become observation posts for enemy artillery, so it seems that there is nothing too high here. The Russian-speaking soldier bypassed the two slain Soviet civilians lying at his feet, followed the veteran, and cautiously walked in the direction of his company.

This is a battlefield where there is still light smoke, and those common sense of life have no effect on this place at all. It is possible that in the next second, a shell will fly, or there may be a deadly mine buried on a seemingly calm street corner. So here, every step needs to be taken with extra care, and every decision has the potential to affect the final life and death.

On one side of the road were several Leopard tanks parked, and in the shade of the tanks sat the crew members of these tanks, dressed in oil-stained black tank uniforms, wearing the most ordinary battle medals and other messy trophies on their chests, these badges should be carefully identified, representing the battles in which these crews had participated.

The barrels of the parked tanks are painted with several white circles, which obviously indicate that they are not new recruits who have just joined the battlefield, but veterans of armored units with experience in destroying enemy tanks. The crew members scanned the various German infantry who walked past them with deep eyes, and watched each other go straight to the bloody and brutal battlefield.

If the soldiers who participated in the Battle of Stalingrad had been here, they would have been familiar with the sight before them: the same rubble, the same dilapidated streets, the same nervous ruins, the same ruined positions. Everything here is a nightmare memory, and every time you think about it, you get goosebumps all over your body.

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Directly behind the German position, in a fortified bunker, Klug, who had just been promoted to field marshal, carried his marshal's scepter and watched with satisfaction as his men laid out his new headquarters.

Several non-commissioned officers helped unfold a huge map of Moscow's city and hang it on a board nailed out of wooden boards. The top of the head is a canopy made of wood and sandbags, and a layer of rainproof material is laid to ensure that there will be no leakage on rainy days. The chandelier attached to the diesel generator was fixed in the center of the room, but even then the entire command was still somewhat dim.

Sunlight was streaming in through several observation windows facing Moscow, and several staff officers were adjusting the artillery mirrors that had been erected next to the observation windows. Other officers were placing stacks of papers on their desks, and two soldiers were following orders to carry locked filing cabinets.

There are definitely a lot of things in a German field marshal's command, and even before he was promoted, there are absolutely enough documents and equipment in the command of a German general to surprise people. Just when everything was ready, the two officers placed the half-unfurled flag of the army group in a corner of the headquarters, and not far away hung a small picture of Führer Accardo.

Once the telephone lines had been ripped and everything had been laid out, Klug finally grabbed the phone and began to confirm where his troops had arrived. Two hours earlier, his troops had stormed the Marino region of Moscow. And according to the news just sent by the herald, the Soviet troops also carried out a fierce counterattack there.

"I'm Kluge, give me the 82nd Army military headquarters. Klug grabbed the phone and shouted to the other side of the phone, "I want to know where his troops are attacking in the Marino area." ”

After a while, a resolute voice came from the other side of the phone. Apparently the commander of the 82nd Army picked up the phone, and his voice could be heard with a thick Munich accent even through the phone: "Long live Führer Accardo? I am Lieutenant General Kalikov, commander of the 82nd Army." ”

"Long live the Führer! I'm Klug!" Klug said into the phone, "My headquarters was moving just now, so I didn't listen to the results of your attack in detail. I've heard that your troops have entered Marino, where exactly have they attacked?"

"Your Excellency, my troops are engaged in a fierce battle with the Soviets at the intersection of the Kiev Highway and the Ring Road. One of our troops made a detour to the south, but was also met with resistance at a place called Adran. The general, named Karikov, replied calmly: "Our attack has been halted and we are consolidating the line at hand. ”

Hearing this return, Klug raised his head and looked carefully at the lower left corner of the map of Moscow, where he found the exact location of the Marino region, and then he stretched out his finger and pressed it on an intersection, frowning.

To the north of the 82nd Army is the 5th Panzer Division of the SS, the most elite armored unit in the Kluger F Army, and to the south of the 82nd Army is the 3rd Panzer Corps of the Wehrmacht.

Just looking at the positions of the various armies marked now, the 82nd Army is in fact more prominent than the friendly forces on both flanks, and if this force rashly continues to attack, it will put itself in danger of being surrounded by enemy attacks.

It was time to stabilize the rhythm of his attacks, and like Qu Hillel, Klug felt that it was a very irrational decision to rush into the interior of the city in the midst of a street fight. He preferred to annihilate as many Soviet forces on the periphery as possible, saving troops for a later invasion of Moscow.

After thinking about these questions, Kluge retracted his thoughts and commanded: "Don't rush forward to attack, you can cooperate with the two main forces on the flank, stabilize your defense line and advance slowly, farthest, farthest......"

With that, he glanced at the map in front of him again, and set his eyes on a marked location, which was an ancient cathedral called the Church of Archangel Michael. This church can be said to be a landmark in the Marino neighborhood and is a very important node.

"The furthest you can go as far as the Church of the Archangel Michael!

"Yes! I see!" General Karikev, the commander of the 82nd Army, replied solemnly: "Our army has advanced as far as the church of the archangel Migal!

Hanging up the phone, Kluge turned his attention back to the map, where he saw where his troops had already fallen, and which were only a short distance from Red Square and the Kremlin in the center of Moscow. As long as they crossed this short distance, they could plant the banner of victory at the head of the enemy's capital.

As long as they win this war, then they will all become the greatest generals of Germany, and their era will also become the greatest era of the German nation. Klug clenched his fists, feeling incomparably excited and glorious in his heart, thinking that he was one of the founders of this era, a hero who would be buried in the Heroes' Cemetery and carved into a statue around the Führer!

"God bless Germany!, long live the great Führer!" he muttered silently, then grabbed the phone on his desk, and the distant cannon rumbled again, it was another force attacking the Soviet defenders beneath Moscow.

He was about to call the General Headquarters of the Eastern Front in the Wolf's Lair, and said slowly: "Long live the Führer......! Long live Führer Accardo Rudolph! Field Marshal! I am Klug! My troops have taken up a defensive position in the southwestern corner of Moscow...... Yes, the enemy counterattack was fierce, but we still held our ground. ”

After a moment of silence, he continued: "Yes! Marshal Brauchitsch...... My troops will maintain the current pace of attack! Victory is only a short distance away from us! We will be the final victor, there is no doubt about it!"