Imperial Overlord

The Soviets were completely stunned this time. They still don't know what kind of enemy they are facing.

The Soviet army in Minsk was surrounded, and the enemy came from all directions! They seemed to be completely out of rhythm, unable to organize even a decent counterattack.

For example, the Soviet army encountered by the 1st Armored Division of the German Army in Guderi now was ordered to assemble troops to prevent the German army from attacking. However, when the division and corps commanders of the Soviet troops gathered their troops, they found that most of their troops had already been routed by German armor.

Faced with the German tanks and armored vehicles, the Soviet light infantry, who had lost their fortifications, apparently had no choice. They quickly gave up their resistance and were captured or pursued in droves.

Thousands of Soviet soldiers surrendered every hour, and news was seriously delayed because of the chaos.

The senior officers of the Soviet troops finally learned the news that the outer first layer of defense had been breached, and the Germans were already storming their third line of defense...

The top Soviet officers decided to gather their troops, but at this time they found that their supreme commander, Khrushchev, had left them and fled.

Now they can only be trapped around Minsk, setting up new defensive positions in the suburbs, hoping to organize an effective defense to stop the frantic German attack.

"Who gave this **** order? Now give me an order to ask my troops to stick to Smolevich, but ten hours ago, it was already German!" A Soviet general under his command The ministry was furious.

The order he just received turned out to be to let him defend an area that had been lost for a long time.

While cursing, he threw the telegram in his hand into a ball of paper at his feet, cursing loudly: "Zhukov doesn't know anything, what's the use of giving such a random order?"

"Call the front command! Ask them what happened? How could the German troops advance dozens of kilometers in a few hours?" I'm going to be crushed inexplicably!"

"Report! Sir! There is a problem with the phone! We can't contact the Front Army headquarters!" An officer reported helplessly with a phone: "It may be a German artillery shell that broke the phone line!"

"Send someone to check! Speed! Let the division's reserve team check the communication lines! Immediately let the soldiers set up the surrounding defenses! How is this battle fought? We can't tell who we are fighting, and we have already been beaten. It's Minsk!" The Soviet general was furious and immediately ordered.

"Boom! Tutututu!" Outside the headquarters, someone suddenly started to fire violently.

"What's going on? Have the Germans hit here?" The Soviet general, who heard the gunshots, asked in surprise, "Go and see now, why did you suddenly open fire?"

"Yes!" The adjutant hurriedly saluted and ran out of the room to investigate what happened. He hadn't been out for a long time, but the sound of guns was getting louder and louder.

Suddenly, a huge and tragic explosion sounded beside the building where the headquarters was located.

The shrapnel splattered in an instant, shattering the glass and passing through the bodies of two officers who were standing at the window looking out, and then hit the surrounding walls, followed by blood and permeating every corner. of dust.

The shock wave swept everyone in the room to the ground, and siding and lime fell from the swaying ceiling.

The entire piece of ceiling closest to the window had collapsed, slanting across where the window had originally been, and the outer wall with the window had disappeared at this moment.

"Cough! Cough!" Everyone in the room was knocked to the ground by the shock wave. Fortunately, most of them were not hurt.

A telephone operator with a gray face pulled the general up from the ground. After a long while, the pulled up Soviet general coughed and squinted at his command headquarters.

Whether he wants to admit it or not, his command is now on the front lines.

The shell just now was obviously a small-caliber artillery shell. If it was a 150mm howitzer shell, they would have all gone to see Marx by now.

Even a small-caliber shell can't be underestimated. The door of the temporarily selected headquarters has been blocked by the rubble of the wall, but fortunately everyone in the headquarters can now walk directly to the street from the original window.

The two officers by the window are now two bodies, one half-covered by the collapsed floor.

A telephone operator fell on his desk with blood on his face, and it seemed that there was no need for rescue.

The Soviet general stooped to get out of the house that was in danger of collapsing at any time, and saw some Soviet soldiers running past him in a messy formation.

Apparently in the other direction, the Germans were attacking. So the Soviet general didn't hesitate, panting, spreading his legs and running in the direction where the gunfire was sparse.

The surrounding explosions kept coming, and it seemed that the German troops had already invaded this small village.

The periphery of Minsk also seemed untenable, and the German victory was almost predictable.

Because he saw his own troops, chaotic at this moment like a flock of sheep being driven around by the sound of explosions. The picture was so desperate that he couldn't help but want to close his eyes and forget everything in front of him.

In fact, it is no wonder that he closed his eyes. If the Chinese saw the scene of the Eight-Power Allied Forces rushing into the Yuanmingyuan, they would also close their eyes.

A bullet flew past his hat, interrupting the general's wild thoughts, and he stooped and ran to the base of a wall before he had time to look back at the situation of his troops.

"Comrade General! The German tanks rushed into the village, and our defense line was penetrated! We must find a way!" The adjutant who followed him panted.

The general who heard this statement wanted to kick it: I knew with my eyes that the Germans were coming! And I knew it a lot before your notice!

However, he glanced at his adjutant, and finally gave up the plan to kick him.

"Can you contact the troops of the division next door? Let them find a way to counterattack and cover us to repel the enemy?" The general looked at his adjutant and asked.

"I think at this time, they are also retreating?" The adjutant glanced at his superior and replied.

What are you kidding me, why don't you want to retreat quickly and find the soldiers next door? To die?

This sentence was kept in his heart and he did not say it. The adjutant said gloomily: "Now that our entire army has been smashed to pieces, it is impossible to stabilize the front line! Retreat!"

"Retreat?" This familiar word has been frequently on the lips of Soviet troop commanders these days, but at this stage, it would be a bit self-deceiving to say retreat.

Behind them is Minsk. If they give up here, the German troops will soon be able to enter the city of Minsk.

"We can't retreat! If we retreat again, we will retreat into the city of Minsk!" The Soviet general replied gloomily.

"Then we have to retreat! We stand here, and it's over!" The adjutant looked at the distance dejectedly and said.

"Tanks! The Germans are coming!..." A soldier shouted in panic, pointing in the direction of the border not far away.

Before he could finish speaking, a bullet shattered his head. The surroundings suddenly panicked, followed by several soldiers who were hit by bullets and fell to the ground.

The soldiers who had just gathered together ran away again, making the Soviet general watching all this happen the urge to throw things: "Let's push our anti-tank guns to the right place! Hurry up! Such a foolish run Aren't you waiting to be killed?"

A few Soviet soldiers retreated and fired back with their rifles. When they were pulling the bolt, they were swept away by machine guns. They tumbled to the ground and groaned. After a while, they went silent.

Pulling the adjutant, the general ordered loudly: "I don't care where you go to find it! Get me some explosives! Grenades are fine! Blow up the locomotive parked in the small station behind us! Quick! "

As he spoke, he pulled another terrified commander survivor: "Find someone to stand up to the German tanks! I only need you to stand up for 10 minutes!"

The officer who escaped from the headquarters with him nodded ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but his heart was full of bitterness: In this situation, even if you let me stand it for another 2 minutes, I'm afraid I can't do it!

Looking at the chaotic troops, he rushed out with gritted teeth and shouted to every Soviet soldier he passed: "Counterattack! Anti-tank guns are coming soon! Counterattack! Give me counterattack!"

It's a pity that the German bullets strafeed to him in the next second, killing him in an open space, stacked there with the Soviet soldiers around him.

I hope I can destroy the locomotive in time. It can be said that my troops are completely finished. Whether the front army headquarters behind without the commander-in-chief can get the exact news, it can only depend on luck.

Not to mention those officials who are far behind, it is he, the front-line commander, who has not figured out what happened until this moment.

He didn't need to know, because just around the corner of a building, a German No. 4 tank was shooting violently, smashing all the Soviet soldiers who appeared on the street into sieves.

The battle was almost one-sided, the Germans won, and there was no pressure to win.