The commander of the German counterattack was General Mantfeld, the commander of the 7th Armored Division. He had a good grasp of the timing of the counterattack. It happened to be the moment when our army's fighter planes returned to the air. In one fell swoop of our offense. Bayi Chinese Website★★★√★く

The German tanks rushed to a place more than three hundred meters away from our army, slowed down, and suppressed our commanders with tank guns and vehicle-mounted machine guns. The commanders and fighters were suppressed by the intensive firepower on the ground and were difficult to move. When they raised their heads slightly, they would be killed by bullets and shrapnel flying horizontally.

Those anti-tank fighters carrying 4o bazookas some killed the enemy tanks, but because they were out of range, they could only lie on the ground and stare. The commander staying in the second line of defense, seeing that the troops in front were in danger, quickly ordered the few anti-tank guns to fire in an attempt to destroy the enemy's tanks, and then covered his troops and withdrew. Regrettably, the 45mm anti-tank gun even hits the German tank and cannot penetrate its thick frontal armor.

At this critical moment, the artillery of the group army fired. Pieces of artillery shells screamed and landed on the open ground between the two armies, exploding, and the smoke and the light from the gunpowder obscured the sight of both sides. A head of the regiment commanding the troops to charge quickly communicated the order through the correspondent: "All retreat!"

Just as the correspondent was about to deliver his order, he was stopped by the regiment political commissar who was lying next to him and his leg was broken by a shell. The political commissar of the regiment said to the regiment leader anxiously: "Comrade regiment commander, this won't work. The existence of a large number of wounded will make us pay more casualties when we retreat."

"What should I do then?" Hearing the regiment political commissar said so, the regiment leader couldn't help being a little confused. "These wounded are our comrades in arms. Should we let them stay on the battlefield to fend for themselves?"

"Comrade regiment commander, the enemy's objective is very obvious. They want to take our position after destroying our troops on the open ground. We must not let the German conspiracy succeed." The regiment political commissar said firmly, "I am. Leave cover with the wounded, and you can take the rest of the soldiers back to your position.

"But, comrade political comrade." Hearing the political commissar of the regiment said so, the head of the regiment said emotionally: "How can I keep you and the wounded here? Our regiment has never lost its tradition of being a comrade in arms."

"Comrade regiment commander," the regiment political commissar was anxious seeing the regiment commander's delay in making a decision: "Time is running out. Take the soldiers with you to retreat. It will be too late. I beg you, for victory, retreat!" Hearing the regiment’s political commissar said so, the regimental leader could only bite the bullet and gave the commanders and fighters an order to leave cover for the wounded and the rest to retreat.

After the regiment leader withdrew the troops, the German infantry swarmed in before the regiment political commissar could do any political agitation. The wounded soldiers who knew that they had no hope of surviving fully demonstrated the toughest side of the fighting nation. The lightly wounded screamed and rushed straight with their bayonets. Soon they collided with the German soldiers, their bayonet facing the bayonet, and their chests facing each other, fighting and fighting each other. The battlefield of thousands of people was like a battle between cold weapons in the Middle Ages.

The lightly wounded people fought their lives in the thick smoke, just to squeeze their backs to death. The severely wounded who could not move, after lighting up the bullet in the gun, rang the grenade without hesitation, and died with the enemy who rushed up.

After the Germans eliminated the wounded who blocked them, the soldiers who retreated to the battlefield were already waiting. Seeing that the comrades who were covering their retreat were slaughtered by the Germans, the commanders and fighters had long been suffocated with anger. Seeing the enemy enter the fire range, the captain shouted in his throat: "Vengeance for the sacrificed comrades! Shoot!" Then, he raised his hand and fired a shot at the distant enemy.

"Avenge for the sacrificed comrades!" The shouts of the commanders and fighters resounded across the battlefield.

The light and heavy machine guns fired, the mortars fired, and all the light and heavy weapons on the ground fired at the same time. The intensive firepower woven into an airtight fire net in front of the position. The Germans rushing into this net were like hitting an invisible wall and were knocked down in pieces.

When the war outside the city was in a stalemate, I received a call from Tavalt Kiradze from Zhytomyr. After he reported on the battle outside the city, he asked me for instructions: "Comrade Commander, do I need to put the 67th Guards Division into battle immediately?"

"No need." I denied his proposal without hesitation, and said firmly: "The original mission of the 67th Guards Division remains unchanged, and it will continue to defend the city. The battle in the western suburbs of the city will be left to the Guards. The 9o division completed it alone."

"Why, Comrade Commander?" Tawart Kiradze asked in a puzzled manner when he heard this order from me.

"Comrade General, I ask you to clarify, are you the commander of the group army or am I the commander of the group army?" I said forcefully, "I don't need to explain to my subordinates every time I make a decision."

When I hung up the phone, Kirilov, who was looking at me from the side, shook his head and said, "Lida, since we arrived at the base, you seem to be a bit different from before and become more powerful. Before. Before you make any decision, you have to discuss it with all of us, but now you have to do what you say. What is going on?"

I smiled at Kirilov’s observations, and then explained: "Comrade Military Commissioner, whether we can hold Zhitomir or not is related to whether our army can stand firm on the right bank of the Dnieper. Only us. With the establishment of a vast defensive area in Kiev-Zhytomyr, our army can complete the task of regaining all Ukraine on the right bank."

After I finished speaking, I saw that Kistyakov and Bezikov were both talking, and I guessed that it must be related to my attitude towards Ta****** Kirazze just now, so I just Actively explained to the two of them: "The reason why I did not allow Tavart Kiradze to put the 67th Guards Division into battle was mainly because the infantry encountered the armored unit on the plain, and the only fate of being slaughtered. Although we are nominally There are four tank brigades, but they are basically equipped with T-34s that can’t beat Tiger and Panther tanks. Instead of losing valuable technical equipment and letting our commanders and fighters go to death, it’s better to let them stick to what they just captured. The outer positions consume the enemy's vital power, and after the counterattack begins, we will slowly settle accounts with them."

"Comrade Commander," Bezikov waited for me to finish, and asked for instructions: "When the 52nd Guards Division and the 375th Infantry Division arrive, I don't know where to deploy them? Zhytomyr or Koros. Tviv?"

"All of them will be deployed to Zhytomyr." I explained to Bezikov and the others: "In the coming days, the fighting there will be more inspiring. It is not a bad thing to give them more troops. As for Korostweif, if necessary, we can transfer the 89th Division of our directly-administered Guards."

After talking for a long time, I felt that I was talking a little dry, so I picked up the empty teacup on the table and went to the samovar to pick up a cup of hot tea. When I returned to my seat with a teacup, I saw Kirilov sitting at the table and couldn't help but curiously asked: "Comrade Military Commissioner, what are you thinking?"

Kirilov looked up at me and said with a smile: "Lida, it suddenly occurred to me that I should find someone to write a military anthem. The military anthem of the Sixth Guards Army will write all our brilliant achievements. Let the officers and soldiers sing military songs to fight bravely and write a glorious page in the history of defending the motherland and striving for the liberation of the people."

Standing next to Bezikov heard Kirilov’s words about writing military anthems, his emotions suddenly became excited, and he echoed: "I think Comrade Military Commissioner is right, from the Battle of Kursk to the Battle of Kharkov. , And then to liberate Kiev and defend Zhitomir, our troops have established a series of achievements." Having said that, he hesitated for a moment, and then went on to say, "It may be a bit difficult to write all these contents into the military song, but It’s much easier to write a poem."

Kirilov heard Bezikov say this, and asked quickly: "Comrade Deputy Commander, can you write poems?"

Bezikov shook his head and said embarrassedly: "I can't write."

Hearing Bezikov's reply, Kirilov's face showed a disappointed expression. He was silent for a while before he said: "It seems that we need to find two people who can write poems and songs in the army as soon as possible, and create poems praising our Sixth Guards Army and military songs that belong to us. "

"It doesn't need to be so troublesome." When I listened to the two chatting, a song that later generations heard in a certain film and television work suddenly popped up in my mind. After reciting it twice in my heart, I said: "If you want to talk about writing military songs, I You can write one right away."

"What? Comrade Commander, you know how to write songs?" Bezikov was stunned by what I said. He said in disbelief: "As soon as we talked about writing military songs, you said you could write. How could this be possible? What?"

"Is it okay? Try it and you'll know." I said confidently.

When I heard that I was going to write a song, not only Kistyakov who was standing by the wall came over, but also Akhromeyev and several staff officers came over. A dozen people gathered around the table, quietly Looking at my writing and writing quickly. After I finished writing the lyrics that I had memorized, I handed it to Kirilov, and said: "It's done. Comrade Military Commissioner, can you see how I wrote it?"

Kirilov smiled awkwardly and took the lyrics I handed him. I know the reason why he has this kind of reaction is probably because I think I can't write any good lyrics in such a short period of time.

But after he saw two lines, the expression on his face suddenly became solemn. After he saw all the lyrics, he couldn't help but screamed: "It's great, Lida, this is really great. I really didn't expect you to have the talent to write songs, just write any, it's so great!"

"Comrade Military Commissioner," Akhromeyev reminded him quietly next to him: "I don't know what Comrade Commander wrote, please read it to everyone."

Kirilov nodded and said, "Well, since everyone wants to know, then I'll read it to everyone." He coughed softly, cleared his throat, and then began to read loudly: "

Red Army, Red Army

Red ensign

Invincible where the Red Army marches

The same hatred, fearless

Let us hold high the bright red flag

Red Army, Red Army

Red ensign

The red flag guides you

We are always together

See who is the enemy of our Red Army! "

After he finished reading, he didn't forget to say: "It's great, it's so great. I never thought that Lida, who has a set of commanding wars, has the same set of songs for writing songs. Hahahahaha!"

After speaking, he carefully folded the paper full of lyrics, put it in his pocket, stood up and said: "I will find someone to compose the song, and try to sing it in the army as soon as possible."

Seeing Kirilov's back, I couldn't help but curiously asked Bezikov: "The chief of staff, in our army, there are people who know how to compose music?"

Regarding this question of mine, Bezikov said uncertainly: "Maybe, after all, our commanders come from all walks of life. It is not surprising that there are a few who can write songs and compose music."

The Germans attacking the outer positions in the west of the city were repelled by the tenacious commanders, and the enemy shelled our positions with artillery fire. After the bombardment was over, they quickly moved the artillery, and the air force that we went for the air raid rushed into the air.

When I called Rokosovsky to report the battle, I specifically mentioned the enemy's timely transfer of artillery positions after completing the bombardment ~lightnovelpub.net~. After listening, Rokosovsky said thoughtfully: "The enemy is very cunning, so even if we are in the upper hand, we can't take it lightly, otherwise it will be easy to suffer."

I reported a few more things to Rokosovsky. Before hanging up the phone, I suddenly asked on a whim: "Comrade General, I wonder if you will return to the Belarusian Front?"

"It's hard to say." Rokosovsky said hesitantly: "I am currently the commander of the Belarusian Front, and the commander of the Ukrainian First Front is just an acting position. Maybe wait until the war is stable. If Comrade Vatutin’s physical condition allows, he will come back and continue to take charge of the work of the front army in an all-round way."

From Rokosovsky’s words, I understand that his position as commander of the front is only a temporary position. When the battle is stable and even begins to counterattack, Vatutin may come back to pick peaches. Although I think Rokosovsky is so a little bit kicking people into wedding dresses, but there is no way, the orders of superiors are orders, we can only execute them unconditionally.

In the end, Rokosovsky told me: "Lida, our counterattack still needs some time to prepare, so you must contain the main force of the German army in Zhytomyr anyway, so that we can mobilize the troops unhurriedly." (To be continued.)