June 30, 1943, 2 a.m.!

The decisive day has finally arrived.

200 kilometers from Gagarin to Konakovo, 120 kilometers from Kaluga to Tula, 130 kilometers from Rostov to Ivanovo, a total of 450 kilometers wide on the front of the attack, 2.4 million troops, 40,000 artillery types, 5,600 tanks and 3,400 fighter jets have made final preparations, and have been inspected countless times and are ready for battle.

160 kilometers southwest of Moscow, Kaluga, Ernst battle group camp.

Under the bright moon, the movements of the dark clouds. The tent that had originally stretched out was now closed. Under the snowy moonlight, only countless steel helmets could be seen shaking, reflecting the cold metal light.

The autumn wind is cold, and the national flags, military flags and number flags of each battle group are waving in the wind, rolling around to the fullest. On the camp of the armored division, on the command tanks of each regiment, and on the command tanks of each battalion, the small triangle flags tremble in the wind, making a "pa" sound, which is extremely crisp.

The officers and soldiers who participated in the front-line attack had already finished their meal. At the starting positions of each combat group, the communication soldiers had set up telephone lines and connected the loudspeakers on armored vehicles at every distance.

All the officers and soldiers had supper at 5:00 pm on June 29, and were ordered to go to bed at 6:00 to accumulate energy. At 1:00 a.m. the next day, an hour ago, the number of wake-up calls rang out on the long 450-kilometer station.

"All people pay attention! Line up! Gather!"

The sudden sharp whistle broke the silence of the night. The officers shouted in an extremely urgent manner, making the soldiers feel that something special was about to happen.

Within just a few minutes, the square formations were assembled, and the soldiers stood upright, as neatly as if they were slashing a knife and axe.

At 1:30, except for the guards, all officers and soldiers had lined up on their respective departure positions.

That is the momentum that will only be possessed after countless war baptisms! Calm and calm, despise all the power that dares to stop oneself.

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In the central command hall, the telephone rings were ringing one after another, and the staff members sent documents back and forth, almost trotting. Everyone seemed to have a full piece of paper. From the marshals, generals, to the non-commissioned officers and soldiers, everyone had a common strange feeling, and when they thought about it, they were excited.

What happens in half an hour will be recorded in history forever. Everyone present is participating.

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The evening breeze blows the military flag, and all the German officers and soldiers are unmoved and are waiting quietly. The entire camp exudes an inexplicable momentum!

Suddenly, it seemed as if the calm sea suddenly raised waves. The left wing of the military formation began to stir up. Gradually, the noise became louder and louder, and the entire military formation also began to become fanatical!

No one would blame those "undisciplined" soldiers, because everyone present saw the figure with the faint light and walked towards the rostrum with agile steps.

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"Hi-Enster! St. Ernster!"

Amid the endless fanatical voices of the soldiers, Wang Weiyi, dressed in the military uniform of the Grand Marshal, came to the microphone.

"German soldiers!"

The warm applause burst out from the audience forced Wang Weiyi to raise his hand to signal and calm the crowd.

Trying to suppress the unprecedented excitement, he raised his hand and pointed to the northeast-

"Who can tell me, where is there?!"

The scenes of the First Battle of Moscow were swiftly passing by.

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Some veterans couldn't help but wiped the corners of their eyes, and their originally straight bodies couldn't help but tremble all over.

Before there was any reaction below, Wang Weiyi continued to say word by word:

"Moscow!!!"

"Yes, 160 kilometers away·Russian capital, Moscow!"

"That time, we were also as close to the Kremlin as we are today, but countless brave soldiers fell on this cold land!"

"That time, we suffered unprecedented setbacks under the city of Moscow, and among you, those who survived that battle, felt more about it than me."

"Some people think that even if we conquer Moscow, the long front will drag us down. In 1941, this may make some sense...."

"But now, we're back here to save ourselves and save more comrades!"

"Today, we come back here, wash away the shame of the past and create a whole new history!"

"Soldiers!" Wang Weiyi suddenly raised his tone: "In the name of Germany, use the weapons in his hand to tell the Russians that victory will eventually belong to the great Germany!"

"Long live Germany!!!"

"Victory! Victory! Victory!"

"Hi-Enster! St. Ernster!"

This time, the shame will be washed away and the achievements will be made in one fell swoop.

This time, the Soviet war beast will be solved once and for all.

This time, every corporal, every private, and private will become the one who creates history like the general and the marshal.

Amid the soldiers' enthusiasm, a huge clock was slowly running on the rostrum, and its pointer had pointed to 1:59, and the second hand was passing through the last few grids.

"Tick...tick...tick...tick...tick...tick!"

In an instant, the whole audience became silent. The sound of the sound of the sound was like the thunder that roared in the middle of the night, hitting everyone's heart.!

"Swoosh!"

"Swoosh!"

"Swoosh!"

Three red signal flares rose slowly into the night sky.

Wang Weiyi pressed a red button in front of the microphone.

"bite--!"

This crisp ringtone, transmitted through countless radio waves, resounded throughout the entire battle camp and throughout the offensive front!

Countless microphones were picked up, countless voices gave the most exciting order in their lives to the microphone!

"Skeleton Division! Go forward!"

"Viking! Charge!"

"2nd Armored Army! Assault!"

"Ss! Attack!"

"2nd Air Force, take off!"

In an instant, the tiger and leopards roared revenge and rushed forward. The No. 3 and No. 4 assault guns, hunters, wild bees, followed closely with the roar of battle. Stuka and Donier were wrapped in the whistling of death and went straight into the night sky. Me-110 and Fw-190 turned into assassins in the night sky, sneaking in the sky.

"No matter whether it is blizzard or the scorching sun......"

At some point, the inaudible song of "March of Armored Soldiers" suddenly sounded in the attacking echelon, but this seemingly faint sound was like a prairie fire and gradually became huge.

Gradually, every squad, every platoon, and every battalion began to sing loudly with the roar of the chariots and the howling of the fighter planes, and the voices of the soldiers gradually became uniform.

This warm atmosphere made every soldier who had been through many battles feel passionate and excited, and they all joined the singing team loudly.

"No matter whether it is blizzard or the scorching sun. Whether it is hot during the day or cold night, even if the yellow sand hits us, we are still in a happy mood. Our chariots are running towards the storm! Our chariots are running towards the storm!"

Wang Weiyi stood on his tiger tank, nodding slightly to the soldiers from time to time, and all the soldiers also sang loudly while greeting the beloved marshal with respectful eyes.

Wang Weiyi felt another excitement in his heart, and he also joined the singing ranks with his greatest voice.

The brave and fearless soldiers were singing, the calm and composed officers were singing, the staff of the command were singing, and the beautiful secretaries and nurses were singing, and the solemn and majestic singing resounded throughout the earth and accompanied the rolling iron stream - moving forward!

"No matter whether it is blizzard or the scorching sun, whether it is hot during the day or cold night, even if the yellow sand hits us, we are still in a happy mood. Our chariots are running towards the storm! Our chariots are running towards the storm!

With the roar, we sprinted to lightning. Under the protection of armor, we faced the enemy and charged with our brothers, only we were fighting side by side. In this way, we broke through the enemy formation deeply! In this way, we broke through the enemy formation deeply!
To be continued...