Imperial Overlord

One: "Marshal! Comrade Nikolai Jakovich Ilyin, it has just been confirmed that he is dead." The chief of staff said to Budyonny, who was sitting on a chair smoking a cigarette, with a gloomy face.

Budyonny raised his head and looked at his chief of staff: "You mean, our sniper model, Comrade Nikolai Jakovich Ilyin... died?"

This name is too familiar, it can be said that it is this name that has kept him from falling these days.

As a Soviet sniper, the opponent used superb shooting to help the Soviet army defend countless lines of defense and building ruins.

Without him, or without the silent sacrifice of the Soviet snipers, Smolensk would have been lost long ago.

But now, the sniper named Yilin was killed, and their spiritual pillar fell.

Although the individual's skills are superb, in front of the opponent's firepower and military superiority, such a person or a few people can't change the whole battle situation.

"Yes, Comrade Marshal, Comrade Yilin was killed, he and his assistants were killed." The chief of staff replied gloomily.

Budyonny nodded depressedly, and said, "Order the troops to continue to guard their positions, we have no good way to change the status quo."

Although he said that, the chief of staff knew that he had no good way to change the whole battle situation before.

In Smolensk now, what everyone can do is to help the defenders in Moscow, the capital of the motherland, as much as possible to buy enough time.

"Another news, the commander of the 4th Army Group committed suicide..." As the saying goes, good luck and misfortune do not come singly, another important commander also chose to end his life at this time.

The entire Smolensk was shrouded in despair, and the death of the regiment or division commander and suicide occurred every day.

However, this is the first time that such a thing has happened to a commander as high as an army group. It is impossible to think of it happening more than once, after all, there are not many commanders of the group army.

"The commander of the 10th Army was killed the day before yesterday... The commander of the 4th Army committed suicide today... More and more old friends have left us." Budyonny stood up lonely.

He has been holding on in Smolensk long enough, so long that even he himself has forgotten what he is still holding on to.

"How many troops can we contact now?" Budyonny looked at his chief of staff and asked.

The chief of staff thought about it and gave a less optimistic figure: "We still have about 40,000 troops scattered in every corner of the city."

There are only 40,000 people. Obviously, it is impossible to break through or counterattack. These troops can't be assembled at all now, they all have their own positions that must be guarded.

The Germans were attacking from all directions, and the 40,000 troops were decreasing every minute and every second.

There were about 200,000 Soviet troops originally besieged in the city of Smolensk. If you count the troops near the suburbs, the number may be even more.

But now, these troops were either wiped out or surrendered as prisoners. Today, the remaining troops lack ammunition and medicine, and most of them have no organization.

Most of the grass-roots commanders have been killed, and many positions are held by temporarily promoted soldiers.

This army and the remaining troops of that army were combined into a temporary combat group. After only one day of fighting, there was only one regiment left.

"Don't mind me, Comrade Chief of Staff... Let me be quiet for a while." Budyonny tore off his collar and said to his old partner.

Stalin's death order for Budyonny was that he must live and die with Smolensk. So he has to cut himself off now, after all, Smolensk may change hands at any time now.

"Comrade Marshal! We can still hold on! The troops can hold on for at least two days, no! Three days!" the chief of staff said sadly.

Budyonny waved his hand and motioned for the other party to stop persuading him: "I'm really tired, my era is over."

"Comrade Chief of Staff! Comrade Chief of Staff!" A division commander hurried into the basement, glanced at Budyonny, and stopped reporting.

"What's the matter? Say it!" The chief of staff glanced at Marshal Budyonny and ordered, "What happened?"

"The Germans are advancing here. They have armored vehicles and tanks for cover, and **** armored anti-aircraft guns..." The division commander replied with dust on his face.

He had apparently returned from the front to see the advancing German troops. The troops charged along the main street, recklessly relying on the superiority of their equipment.

That **** armored anti-aircraft gun is one of the killers of German street fighting troops. That thing consisted of four 30mm anti-aircraft guns with shields, and the firepower was so fierce that it was crushing.

Whether it's a barricade or a thick wall, it's a vulnerable target in front of that equipment. As long as the opponent approaches and shoots, the massacre can be completed.

What is even more depressing is that this thing has been improved in actual combat. The German army installed iron fist bazooka on both wings of the shield, forming an attack platform that combines bullets and artillery.

When encountering more solid fortifications, this thing can also be close enough to solve the problem with the installed 4-door iron fist bazooka.

"Hold your position! The city hall can't be let out! We can't be surrounded by divisions, that's the end!" The chief of staff knew that the Germans were not going to waste time in Smolensk.

As long as the German army completes the interspersed, dividing and encircling the Soviet army in the city of Smolensk~www.wuxiaspot.com~, then annihilating these Soviet forces will become a very simple matter.

There are not many places that were originally grasped. If they are cut apart again, some troops are likely to fall into collapse.

At that time, the dominant German army can easily occupy most of the area, and the rest can be almost solved by covering the rest with artillery.

"Comrade Chief of Staff! All the command rights here are handed over to you. I hope you can continue to fight for our beloved motherland!" When the Chief of Staff was anxious, Budyonny spoke from behind him.

"I am the Marshal of the Soviet Union, and I cannot be captured by the German army! So now you can go out, and I will do what I should have done a long time ago." Budyonny pulled out his pistol and said expressionlessly.

"Comrade Marshal... We can hold our position... Please..." The commander saw the gun in Budyonny's hand and persuaded embarrassingly.

"Get out!" Budyonny waved the gun in his hand, interrupting his persuasion: "Get out! Get out!"——

The second is more served!