In 1995, the multinational joint large-scale documentary "Battle Front" was officially released on the 50th anniversary of the end of World War II. There is an episode where the host interviews Zyuganov, an academician of the USSR Academy of Sciences and a famous biologist: "Hello, Dr. Zyuganov. We know that you were a member of the glorious Soviet Red Army and fought in many battles in the Second World War. Can you tell us about your World War II career?"

"It's good. My name is Boris Zyuganov. I'm 74 years old, and it's been 49 years since I retired from the Red Army, but I still remember my fighting life vividly – and I won't forget it until I die!"

"At the beginning of the war in 1941, I was a freshman at the Faculty of Biology of Lomonosov University in Moscow, and I was a member of the Komsomol University. At that time, a group of our classmates volunteered to enlist in the army. In '42, we finished our training, and I became a Red Army tanker, driving a T34. As we all know, our new recruits, who had just finished their training - because they were college students, went straight to becoming commanders and commanders. We took part in the later part of the Battle of Moscow, in the counterattack of the great Battle of Stalingrad. I was commanding the T34 battle, and my classmates took part in the Battle of Kharkov and died there. Today I am going to talk about the Battle of Kursk, which I remember the most, although I have participated in larger battles than this one and in the fierce battles of the attack on Berlin, but - it is that one that I will remember the most - the Battle of Prokhorovka!"

"I remember it very clearly – every time I close my eyes, it's as clear as it was yesterday. The fog on the morning of September 12 was something I had never seen in my life, it was so thick and eerie, I had never seen it in my 74 years of life so far............ You can't even see the shoulder of the road, the sky is so dark that you can't see the sun at all. The huge fog seemed to isolate even the sound, and I was half exposed outside the turret, and the voices of the infantry below were intermittent......... The normally loud engine sound has also become much lighter. We couldn't move fast at all, so we had to be guided by the taillights of the car in front of us. At that time, I remember that the order from my superiors was to search the area around the apple orchard, and we set off from the railroad to the road. The enemy artillery opened fire, but we could not see the landing point, only the sound of explosions. I heard the sound of engines and German speakers, but I couldn't pinpoint where they were, it seemed to be coming from all directions. At 9 o'clock in the morning, the fog did not disappear, and everyone was vigilant and slowly drove in. ”

"To this day, I still can't explain the strangeness of the fog or describe the strangeness of that moment. In just a few seconds, the fog with visibility of less than 10 meters disappeared! The Germans were only 100 meters away from us! Everyone started firing in a hurry, my tank was relatively backward, I had already switched to a JS2 tank, and we were fighting the Germans! Their tanks were Tigers, and some Ferdinand tanks that I didn't know until a few days later, and many Panthers and No. 4 tanks. Our brave T34 grappled with the Tiger and Panther, and even rammed the enemy tank with its own car. At that time, I commanded the tanks to desperately fire at the Tiger tank......... I remember the Tiger tank! That tank had a tiger skull on the front deck! I was a biology student, so I recognized it! The Tiger 223 with the tiger skull on it destroyed one of our tanks after another, and avoided our fire again and again! It moved forward, backwards, and fired as if it could not be stopped.......... our friendly troops kept coming from the rear, and by 11 a.m. we had more than 400 tanks -- I only learned about it after the war. The German front was constantly being beaten back by us. My surviving companions and I retreated about 2 kilometers at 11 o'clock in need of supplies, and while we were resupplying, new Red Army tank units and infantry were constantly passing us and heading to the front, and we kept receiving news that the enemy was retreating and that the enemy was being routed by us. ”

"At 1 p.m., the fighting continued, and about an hour before we heard a loud explosion, but we don't know what happened in the road. I was reinforced to a JS2 tank regiment that had just arrived, and the morale was high, because then we heard that the Germans had begun to retreat, and we were going to outflank them, drive them, and destroy them! At 2 o'clock, we arrived at the battlefield, but the Germans had already begun to counterattack. I don't know how they fought from 9 a.m. to 2 p.m....... Because I saw Tiger 223 again! It didn't seem to have been on the battlefield, and I could see through the binoculars that it was scarred, but I still remember it fighting like a demon. It came out of nowhere, there, and kept shooting, and it kept our comrades being wounded by him and incapacitated. I was hit in the engine by another Tiger at 2:43 p.m., and my comrades and I evacuated the immobile vehicle and escaped enemy fire and returned to our cover positions. I later learned that the Tiger No. 223 with the tiger's skull painted was Sergeant Major Rudolf Heinz Fafnier, the No. 1 German fascist tank killer at that time and in the future. I haven't seen his tank since, but my comrades have met it many times......"

On September 12, 1943, the Soviet Red Army had already committed more than 1,200 tanks and assault guns in the small area of Prokhorovka, and the Germans had also committed more than 400 tanks and assault guns. The two sides fought fiercely here, and by 4 p.m., both sides could no longer afford to suffer heavy casualties - and more importantly, there were no more troops nearby to commit....... as a result, before dark, both sides began to disengage, except for some of the vigilance guards and search and rescue units, and began to withdraw from the battlefield and return to the place where they had started in the morning.

The Germans lost more than 170 tanks and assault guns, especially the SS, which was the first to contact, lost almost all the Tiger tanks, the 503rd Battalion also lost a third of the Tiger tanks, the Panther and No. 4 also lost a lot, and a total of 40 Ferdinand assault guns, which were highly anticipated before the war, were put into the battlefield, and only 17 were withdrawn from the battlefield, most of which were abandoned and blown up due to the failure of the walking gear and engine. Fafnier's No. 223 Tiger was also badly injured – two rows of load-bearing wheels were mutilated, the body was riddled with craters, the observation system was almost completely damaged, oil was leaking, the engine and gearbox were so worn out that they were barely able to drive, but the entire crew was unharmed. The Germans on the battlefield could be said to have won the victory of Pylos - "the victor has nothing."

The Soviet Red Army lost more than 550 tanks, and the battlefield was littered with the wreckage of Soviet tanks...... Even the huge KV5 and the "Great Soviet" GS1 super-heavy tank were included. But the Soviets won! They succeeded in stopping the desperate flank attack of the Germans, and dealt a devastating blow to the main German armoured forces, and after September 12, the German armoured forces had been weakened to a tragic point, and now the Germans had to choose between annihilation and retreat - the Germans had lost the war.........