Chapter 1113: New headquarters

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Even if it only advances a few meters every day, and the distance between Stalin and the German forward troops, it really can't stand how long it takes. After repeling the Soviet Union's crazy counterattack, the Germans attacked the center of Moscow along the Kiev street under the cover of the tank. Although the effect was not great, they were indeed in the urban area of ​​Moscow and they have firmly established their heels .
"Marino?" A German soldier leaned against a ruin on the side of the road, looking at the only wall left inlaid with a sign inscribed in Russian. He was the only soldier in the entire infantry company who knew Russian, so he was followed by a veteran who was responsible for protecting him.
"Marino? Is this really Moscow?" The veteran narrowed his neck and asked the Russian-speaking partner vaguely with a cigarette: "Going forward is the front line of both parties, we have to be careful, here It ’s not very safe. "
The two were originally beside the buildings on both sides of the road. At this time, there were many friendly infantrymen sitting and resting against the wall. Some people are preparing meals for a while, and the rest are either setting up temporary resting places or gathering together in groups of three or five, enjoying a difficult moment of leisure time.
"This is a civilian area on the outskirts of Moscow. There may be some tall buildings, but it seems that our artillery units are afraid that those buildings will become observation points for enemy artillery, so now it seems that there is nothing too high here. "The Russian-speaking soldier bypassed the two dead Soviet civilians lying at his feet, followed the veterans, and walked carefully towards his company.
This is a battlefield that is still smoking. Those common senses of life have no effect at all. There may be a shell coming in the next second, or a deadly mine may be buried around a seemingly calm street corner. So here, every step needs to be extra careful, every decision may affect the final life and death.
A few leopard tanks were parked on one side of the highway. The crew of these tanks sat in the shade of the tanks. They were wearing black tank uniforms covered with oil stains. They wore the most common battle medals on their chests. The commemorative badges, these badges should be carefully identified, representing the previous battles these car groups have participated in.
Several white circles were painted on the barrels of the parked tanks. Obviously this means that they are not new recruits who have just joined the battlefield, but veterans of armored troops with experience in destroying enemy tanks. The crew members scanned the various German infantry walking past them with a pair of deep eyes and watched the other party heading straight towards the and brutal battlefield.
If the soldiers who participated in the Battle of Stalingrad came here, then they would be very familiar with the scenery in front of them: the same broken rubble, the same ruined streets, the same tense ruins, the same ruined positions. Everything here is a nightmare-like memory, and every time you think of it, countless goose bumps will appear all over your body.
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Right behind the German position, within a fortified bunker, Klug, who had just been promoted to Marshal, carried his Marshal Scepter and watched with satisfaction as his men set up his new headquarters.
Several non-commissioned officers helped unfold a huge map of the Moscow city and hung it on a board nailed with wooden boards. Overhead is a ceiling made of wood and sandbags, and a layer of rainproof material is laid to ensure that no rain will leak on rainy days. The chandelier connected to the diesel generator equipment was fixed in the center of the room, but even then the entire headquarters remained a bit dim.
Sunlight penetrated into the room through several observation windows facing the direction of Moscow, and several staff members were debugging the artillery mirrors set up next to the observation windows. Some officers were putting piles of documents on the desk they had just found, and the two soldiers were listening to orders and carrying the locked file cabinets.
There is definitely a lot of stuff in the headquarters of a German marshal. Even before the promotion, there were absolutely enough files and equipment in the headquarters of the German general to surprise people. Just after everything was ready, the two officers placed the half-spread group army flag in a corner of the headquarters, and not far away hung a small picture of the head of the Akado.
After the telephone line was pulled, and after everything had been laid, Kluger finally grabbed the phone and began to confirm where his troops had arrived. Two hours ago, his troops had entered the Marino region of Moscow. And according to the news sent by the soldiers just now, the Soviets also fought violently there.
"I'm Klug, pick me up for the 82 Army. [ㄨ]" Klug grabbed the phone and commanded loudly over the phone: "I want to know which of the Marino areas his troops are attacking now Part. "
After a while, a strong voice came from the phone. Apparently, the commander of the 82nd Army took the call, and his voice could hear a thick Munich accent even across the phone: "Long live Akado? Rudolph! I am the commander of the 82nd Army. will."
"Long live the heads of state! I am Klug!" Klug said to the phone: "My command was moving just now, so I did not listen to your attack in detail. I heard that your troops have entered Marino. Now, where has it been attacked? "
"My Excellency Marshal! My troops are fighting fiercely with the Soviets at the junction of the Kiev Highway and the ring road. A unit of our army attacked roundabout south, but also encountered resistance in a place called Adran. "The general named Carrickoff replied calmly:" Our offensive has been stopped and we are consolidating our defenses. "
After hearing this reward, Klug raised his head and carefully looked at the lower left corner of the Moscow map, where he found the exact location of the Marino area, and then he extended his finger and pressed it. At a crossroads, frowned.
There is the area where the Germans and the Soviets are fiercely fighting, and the north of the 82nd Army is the 5th armored division of the most elite armored SS in the Klug f Group Army. The 3rd Panzer Army, the Grenadiers under these forces have attacked the nearby area, and the 82nd Army has formed a stable defensive formation.
Just by looking at the positions of the various troops now marked, the 82nd Army is actually more prominent than the friendly forces on the two wings. If this army continues to attack, it will put itself in danger of being surrounded by enemies. in.
It is necessary to stabilize the rhythm of his attack. Like Küchler, Klug felt that it was a very irrational decision to cut into the city in a city street battle. He is more willing to wipe out as many of the Soviet forces as possible on the periphery and save troops for the subsequent invasion into Moscow.
After thinking about these issues, Klug regained his thoughts and said, "Do n’t rush forward to attack. You can cooperate with the two main forces on the flank, stabilize your defenses, and then slowly advance. Farthest, farthest ... "
Speaking of which, he glanced at the map in front of him again, and set his sights on a marked location. There was an ancient cathedral called the Church of Archangel Michael. This church can be said to be an iconic building near Marino and a very important node.
"The furthest can only be advanced to the Church of Archangel Michael! Can't go any further! Do you understand?" Kluger finally opened his mouth and explained what he had in mind.
"Yes! I see!" General Carikoff, the commander of the 82nd Army, solemnly replied: "Our army advanced as far as the Archangel Michael's Church! No further steps!"
Hanging up the phone, Klug put his attention on the map again, and he saw the places where his troops had captured, and these places were only a short distance from Moscow ’s central Red Square and the Kremlin. A short distance away. As long as they cross this short distance, they can insert the flag of victory in the enemy's capital.
As long as the war is won, they will all become Germany's greatest generals, and their era will become the greatest era of the German nation. Klueg squeezed his fist, feeling a sense of excitement and glory in his heart, thinking that he was one of the founders of this era, a hero who would be buried in a hero's graveyard and carved into a statue around the head of state!
"God bless Germany! Long live the great head of state!" He murmured silently, and then grabbed the phone on his desk, and the sound of the artillery from the distance attacked again, that was another army attacking Moscow Soviet defenders under the city.
He was going to make a phone call to the general headquarters of the Eastern Line of Wolf's Den, and said slowly to the other side: "Long live the head of state! Get me Marshal Brouchich! ... Long live the head of state Akado? Rudolph! Down! I ’m Klug! My troops have already secured a defensive position in the southwest corner of Moscow city ... Yes, the enemy ’s counterattack is very fierce, but we still hold our position. "
After being silent for a while, he continued to say: "Yes! Marshal Brouchich ... My troops will maintain their current offensive speed! Victory is only a short distance away from us! We will be the last winner, this No doubt about it! "