"Ike is such a person..." Wang Weiyi's mouth actually showed a faint smile: "He is loyal and brave, but he lacks some courage to burn his boats and makes some decisions. He must be forced by external forces to force him to win at all costs... I had already seen this clearly when he was in Dmyansk. Four swords, don't worry. Now that Ike is under pressure, the North Prominent Division will soon make a major breakthrough."

As the supreme commander of the German army, he must have a complete grasp of the personality traits of each of his subordinates and must know what kind of time and method to make them win the victory they want.

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And what Wang Weiyi did was undoubtedly very successful in this regard.

When I heard that Baron Alexson would appear here with his troops when he was two children, Ike was really anxious, which was a humiliation to an officer.

Ike decided to do whatever he wanted, and he quickly put all the reserve team in his hands.

Once this elite German army, who participated in the Dmyansk breakthrough battle and the Kharkiv counterattack, decided to win by storm, the energy it burst out would undoubtedly be quite amazing.

The tank roared away the enemy's obstacles, and the infantry fired wildly with the weapons in their hands.

The Soviet army was also unwilling to show weakness at all. They piled up the battlefield with their lives and poured countless blood into rivers of blood to block the Germans' advance.

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This place has completely turned into a purgatory on earth!

The Germans made up their minds to win, but the Russians were blocking the Germans' continued advancement with a determination to die. This was a contest of courage between the two sides and a contest of loyalty to the country by soldiers on both sides.

No one can take a step back here!

Stalin's Order No. 227:

"Any soldier who leaves the combat post or retreats without obeying orders will be shot... No Red Army unit is allowed to take a step back!"

Ernst.

Marshal Breme ordered:

"I need to win, I need to see the collapse of the enemy... I will not shoot a coward, because they will live in such a shame for life!"

This is a dead order issued by the supreme commanders on both sides!

In the struggle here, the German army, who were struggling to advance, was surprised to find that among the Russians who were defending and counterattacking, there were a large number of Russian women!

God, in the eyes of the Germans, women should never go to the front line!

However, the Russian women who appeared in front of them showed no less strength than men. They were shouting "Ula" in their mouths, and they did not retreat at all in the face of the fierce firepower of the German army.

As infantrymen, Metler and Siple were probably the two German soldiers who felt the most deeply.

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With the support of tanks and self-propelled artillery, they killed about thirty Russians. When another group of Russians rushed up, they and their companions greeted the enemies with their weapons.

The enemy fell to their guns and fired, which was a terrible massacre.

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But when they stepped on the enemy's corpse, they suddenly discovered something wrong.

"Hey Lalder, come and see, is this a woman?"

When he heard his friend call his name, Metler hurriedly ran over.

Several Russian corpses were lying in pools of blood, and one of them had a hat falling, revealing a head of golden hair.

Metler leaned forward and looked at it, then faced Siple: "Hey Fletz, they... are really women!"

The two looked at each other and couldn't believe it. Shouldn't women stay in the rear to support the men on the front line fighting? Why are there women here? Are all the women whom they just shot were women?

This made them feel a little guilty.

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Although it is a country with rampant machismo in Germany, beating or killing women will be despised.

A brief ceasefire appeared on the battlefield, and the Ike battle group was re-adjusting its troops for the final attack. Taking advantage of this short opportunity, Metler and Siple were inspected one by one.

Many women, many.

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In a battle just now, at least two hundred women died here. All this also made the two young German soldiers feel guilty.

"Lard, we will be scolded by our mother when we go back..." said Twenty-year-old Siple sadly.

"Fletz, there is someone here who seems to be alive! Hey, come here and do a favor and give me your first aid kit!" Maitler quickly squatted down and then said to the seriously injured Russian woman: "Don't be afraid, I'm here to help you. Hey, can you understand German?"

The Russian woman nodded with difficulty.

"That's good... Don't worry, your injury is serious but it can be saved... Fletz is hell, where is the first aid kit?"

"It's gone, hell, I'll find one!"

"Hurry up, mine is used up, she needs first aid now!"

Maitler yelled at his friend and then comforted the Russian woman again: "Listen, what you have to do now is not to move, do you understand? Don't move... What is that?"

Maitler suddenly saw some cigarettes coming out of the woman's body. Then, he saw the Russian woman smiling at him. Then, she had no idea where the strength came from, and hugged Maitler.

A grenade was blushing from her waist.

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The woman was still laughing, she was so weird and terrible.

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Then, an explosion sounded.

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To be continued...