Chapter 507 Death Diary

The tragic situation of the German army described in the battle report made his loving father Stalin both excited and happy, just like a child.

After rummaging through boxes and cabinets for a while, Stalin finally found the seizure report that he had just read not long ago from his desk drawer.

This battle report, collected by his loving father Comrade Stalin, has some origins. It was not compiled into a book by the Soviet army itself, but was a valuable trophy that the Soviet troops on the front line during the winter counterattack plundered from a German second lieutenant.

To describe it more accurately, the small cowhide book held in the hands of the loving father Comrade Stalin should be said to be a diary, which is more realistic.

"December 21st, Xiaoxue."

"Everything was too late, and we didn't have any heavy artillery support in our hands. They were all left on the way to retreat. They didn't even have a decent anti-tank gun. Our battalion was equipped in this way. As a so-called temporary reserve, they were thrown into a gap in the position that had just been torn apart by Ivan tanks. "

"Of course, those Ivans fired at us with tank guns and machine guns, and the huge infantry group rushed towards us like a tsunami! Although I have not seen what a tsunami looks like with my own eyes, I believe it must be It's not as fierce as Ivan's infantry group charging."

"Molson's MG34 was frozen to death. It lacked gun oil for winter and therefore could not fire at all. Before long, the Ivans smashed into our faces like an iron wall and pushed us all towards Push back. Almost at the same time as the Ivans drove us away, I found that my MP40 submachine gun was out of ammunition again!"

There are obvious signs of sudden interruption at this point in the diary. It looks like the author was suddenly forced to stop due to some unexpected event in the middle of writing.

After reaching out and turning the page, the German second lieutenant, who obviously did not die suddenly, once again left his last handwriting.

"December 22, heavy snow."

"We were repelled by the Ivans, but now it seems that this is a matter of course. The soldiers began to retreat in large numbers in an disorderly manner. In order to stop this situation, I and several other officers drew their pistols Try to stop them."

"But all our efforts seemed so feeble. We failed to restore the proper order in this chaos. The scattered soldiers overcame the obstruction of us officers, but any equipment that is slightly inconvenient to carry will cause a drag. They were all thrown all over the floor, and no one cares whether these equipment will fall into Ivan's hands and turn around to attack us. "

"The retreat road was littered with dead horses and broken vehicles, both cars and carriages. Groups of fleeing soldiers who looked like beggars were wrapped in Ivan's dead clothes, the clothes of their dead comrades, and sleeping clothes. The ragged blanket doesn’t look like the German army in my impression.”

"The limping team moved forward very slowly. It looked like the scene of Napoleon's defeat that we learned in school. Of course, there were no airplanes when Napoleon retreated, and we were attacked by the Iraqis almost every few dozen minutes. The soldiers called those planes that could launch rockets flying tanks or flying T34s. It was a great aircraft."

The diary written at this point once again stopped abruptly and left a blank space, but after just a few lines, another line started again and continued to leave traces.

"We, the survivors of this unprecedented winter catastrophe, now have only one very far-fetched wish: I hope that the head of state can impose the harshest sanctions on those sinners who caused this catastrophe!"

Many German soldiers fighting on the front line did not know that it was the head of state whom they respected so much who personally issued the order to hold their position that would send them to hell.

However, those German frontline commanders who were mistakenly regarded as the ultimate sinners did not hesitate to do anything and even risked being dismissed from their posts to forcefully contradict Hitler's orders. The most unfair thing in the world is to try to save them. In the end, people regard themselves as the culprit of everything.

Of course, at this moment Guderian, who had been driven home by Hitler to support himself in old age, did not know that this was all.

After carefully combining the frontline summary battle report he had just read with the contents recorded in the German second lieutenant's diary, the loving father Comrade Stalin, who was extremely excited in his heart, instantly stood up from his chair and held on to his precious The corn pipe kept pacing back and forth in the office.

Stalin believed that all things considered together were enough to show that the German order on the front line had fallen into unprecedented chaos. These poor German soldiers who were about to freeze to death doubted whether they were really as invincible as Goebbels preached. Unbeatable.

The German soldiers who did not know the real situation complained for no reason about the blind command of the front-line generals, causing the soldiers below to fall into the quagmire of the Winter War and unable to extricate themselves.

Regardless of whether the wishful thinking of these German soldiers who did not know the real situation in Berlin was correct or not, in the eyes of the loving father Comrade Stalin, the Patriotic War, which caused heavy casualties to the Soviet army and was extremely difficult to fight, has indeed entered a new strategic stage.

Thinking of this, the loving father Comrade Stalin, who was in a state of excitement, immediately turned around, grabbed the phone on the table, and gave orders to the operator who was on call at the other end of the phone without hesitation.

"Tell Comrade Shaposhnikov to come to my office!"

The orders of the Supreme Leader of the Soviet Union were always carried out vigorously and resolutely.

Less than half an hour later, Marshal Shaposhnikov, the Chief of General Staff of the Red Army who had come all the way in a hurry, appeared in front of Stalin.

"Look here, Comrade Shaposhnikov, the Germans have been pushed back by us for at least two hundred kilometers. They are now tired and embarrassed. How do you think we should launch a summer counterattack?"

The arrival of spring does not mean the end of winter in the Soviet Union.

The frozen soil, which is several meters deep, needs to wait until at least the end of April to the beginning of May to completely thaw. At this stage, the melting snow and ice will make the road muddy and make large-scale long-distance maneuvers impossible.

Stalin, who was well aware of this situation, had no intention of rushing into action before the road conditions completely improved, and Stalin had reason to believe that the Germans would not be able to take the initiative to launch an attack at this time. How to prepare for the upcoming summer counteroffensive? Being prepared was Stalin's top priority at the moment.