Chapter 1078

"Report to marshal! The vanguard of German F group army has just occupied a position of our army, and its position is here... "A Soviet major general with his helmet went to the table beside Zhukov and vatujing, pointed to a place and said:" we are mobilizing forces to fight back. "

"Fight back with infantry?" Zhukov frowned and did not immediately reject the proposal. Watujing had to smile bitterly once more, and then replied, "it's really infantry. To be more precise, it's actually human life... There are too few tanks in our hands, so we can only use a lot of untrained infantry to delay the German attack."

In order to make the battle a stalemate, the Soviet Union's Guard troops in the Moscow defense zone killed nearly ten thousand soldiers every day. It was by this method of fighting back that the troops here supported Zhukov's troops. It can be said that they are fighting for the chance of survival for their motherland with their own lives.

Thousands of Soviet soldiers gave their precious lives in one field after another. They attacked the German positions at night, took back the positions lost during the day, occupied them during the day, and continued to fight for them at night... Every inch of land here was not obtained by the German army casually, but it was after countless battles between the soldiers of both sides that the ownership was finally decided.

"Don't fight back today." Zhukov thought for a moment, then said, "three days later, a group of tank troops will arrive here, and then we will launch a large-scale counterattack to take our land back."

"Tank? Marshal Zhukov, with all due respect, the German position is not so easy to take back. Even if you concentrate your tanks on counterattack, you will eventually be driven back because of heavy losses. " "According to our past experience, tanks and anti tank guns are better for ambush in defense," said vatukin with a heavy expression

Zhukov knew that he was too emotional, and he did not dare to use his elite tank troops in such a hopeless counterattack. After all, he tried in Kursk once, and the cards and chances in his hands that time were much better than they are now.

However, at that time, his group of hundreds of thousands of elite soldiers who went south only met a German group army in a Southern War Zone, and he was completely stopped in the wilderness of Kursk. However, the whole Caucasus that he had planned to recapture had become a distant and unrealistic dream.

"But now, what can we do?" Zhukov felt a little tired, he wanted to find a chair to sit down, because he felt that his former endless power was passing. The development of the German army is still improving, so that he can't see the hope of winning. Maintaining a war that will eventually fail is the most tiring thing for a general. Because in this case, it is not the body but the spirit that these generals suffer.

"We are developing some new anti tank means, such as the German iron fist anti tank rocket launcher. There are also large caliber rockets that can be launched directly from the ground. " Watujing seemed to see Zhukov's powerlessness, so he began to comfort him. In fact, he was aware of this kind of almost empty feeling. He knew that as a commander on the battlefield, he could only struggle but could not lead his troops to victory.

At this point, he brightened his eyes, then squeezed out a smile and said to Zhukov, "we are still training hounds to let these smart little guys send bombs under German tanks. They are very smart, simple adaptation can make these dogs have the ability to perform tasks, we have put this super weapon into the actual combat, the response is pretty good

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In the position of the Soviet garrison, more than a dozen hounds were already involved by their owners and squatted in the trenches, ready to carry out their last glorious mission. As partners who accompanied the Soviet people from childhood to adulthood, there was no doubt about their feelings with human beings.

However, in this war in which people's lives are no longer valuable, when people can die humbly anytime and anywhere, their hound friends have to sacrifice their lives for this sacred war. Without saying a word, a group of female soldiers knelt on the ground and tied the sewn backpack with explosive bag to the hounds.

"Bernard! Bernard! don't move! Don't move A young soldier holding a hound chain stroked the strong hound's neck and comforted his impatient dog. He gently groomed his partner's hair. After a few words, he choked up and tears fell down his cheek to the ground.

With a heavy burden on his back, the Beagle named Bernard shakes his head anxiously. Then he calms down and uses his tongue to touch the back of his master's hand. It knows it's going to finish a task right away and get under something that looks big.

As long as it gets in and keeps its position right below, its owner will feed itself with delicious food when it comes back. That's the only thing Bernard remembers, the experts who tried to get him to learn these movements, call it conditioning.

"Is the first antitank unit ready?" A Soviet officer came up from the side of the trench and asked the special soldiers who were preparing to fight. He knew that the hounds involved would not answer his questions, so he focused on the man with the dog“ Sir... I can't bear my partner. " A woman soldier with a dog cried and answered her commander's words loudly. But that officer can only coldly look at the speaker, and then walk to the next soldier. These dogs are the only anti tank weapons in his hands. Training these dogs is a waste of fresh meat that has been rationed for a long time. Although he preferred some 76mm anti tank guns, he was only given more than a dozen dogs to deal with German tanks. The counterattack is about to begin, and nothing can be said about the position captured by the German army this time. So thousands of Soviet soldiers are putting bayonets into their rifles, and all the weapons in their hands that can be used against enemy tanks will be taken out to cover this crazy counterattack“ If I have a choice, I don't want to put the lives of thousands of soldiers on your dog. " The Soviet officer helplessly answered this question, but he used the back of his head to the female soldier who asked the question. Far away, the gunfire began to gather, and with the shouting of a soldier not far away, groups of Soviet soldiers in the trenches jumped out. Carrying their own weapons and shouting the slogan "long live the great leader Stalin", they walked step by step towards the position just occupied by the German army“ Comrades! It's time to test us! Come with me The Soviet officer drew his revolver from his waist, waved his arm and yelled. The women behind him, like the men nearby, stood up from the bunker, armed and shouting. Behind them, a dozen special soldiers with dogs, protected by some tall soldiers, walked slowly towards the German position in the distance. They saw the flag flying on their side, and they saw faces as young as themselves. Suddenly, a soldier fell with his head up, his body hit the ground like a sandbag, and the passers-by bypassed his position. The passers-by could see the hole in the soldier's forehead and the blood flowing from his back. Of course, every passing soldier can't forget the blue eyes that are unwilling to close“ German assault guns Not far away, a Soviet soldier knelt on one knee, one hand on his rifle, and the other pointed to the distance to remind his companions loudly. There were bullets flying around him from time to time, which seemed very dangerous. At his kneeling feet, two Soviet machine gunners were using their machine guns to fire fiercely, covering their friendly forces to rush to the German position“ Left wing! German armored target! What about the anti tank team? What about the anti tank team? Come forward, attack! Attack The Soviet officer ignored the bullets passing by him and kept shouting at the Soviet so-called anti tank team in the distance. Obviously, the bullets flying in the battlefield make these ordinary pets panic. The hounds tied with bombs waver their bodies hesitantly and look back at their owners. They don't understand why this seemingly ordinary play and reward suddenly becomes so dangerous and terrible“ Bernard! Remember the training we did? " The young owner knelt down and untied the collar of his dog's neck for the last time. He patted his dog on the head and touched his ears and neck with his palm. When the palm of his hand touched the bomb in his back, he shivered and finally pulled open the safety ring, then pointed to the front direction: "up! Bernard So the big black dog, like a black lightning, shuttled through the crowd of Soviet offensive troops. It desperately forward running, a pair of eyes keen in the chaotic environment, looking for their own familiar with the huge thing. In a flash, it rushed out of the Soviet crowd and into the center of the two armies where bullets were flying.