"Damn! It's bad now." Captain Bethan lies in the trenches and curses, greeting all the maternal relatives of the Soviets. The mud and sand splashed from bullets constantly slapped his helmet, and he couldn't move. He could only lie in the trenches, and he stretched out his head to seek death.

Just as Bethan was anxious, footsteps sounded on the other side of the trench, and countless African natives appeared in the trench like magical soldiers and generals. The African natives rolled and crawled in the trench with bows and arrows on their backs, and soon arrived at the front line and stood around Captain Bethan.

After all the indigenous people arrived at their destination, they fluently removed the English longbow on their backs and took out the special arrows. All the arrows were tied with specially processed mobilizers. "Swish,,Swish,," countless arrows flew towards the approaching Soviet armored vehicles with the mobilizers turning into slow-sliding arcs.

"Hu, Hu, Hu, Hu, Hu, Hu," dense bows and arrows hit the Soviet chariots in charge. The fire that soared into the sky ignited around the Soviet chariots, and white eye groups slowly stretched out. Without a stop, the second wave of arrow rain fell again with the moor bottle, followed by the third wave,,

The specially made mould bottle, like a great wizard, formed a fire wall in front of the position. More mould bottles were buried in the armored vehicle and then broken into a small-scale sea of ​​fire. The flames burned on the steel plates of the armored vehicle, making a sound of "squeez, squeez, squeez".

However, the Soviet army's nightmare had just begun. The great General Ge Siyun mixed a large amount of chili powder into the molten bottle. After burning, the chili powder released countless tear-jerking gases, forming tear-jerking and touching poisonous smoke. The attacking Soviet soldiers were immediately moved to tears, and even the tank hands in the tanks burst into tears. Although the tanks could withstand bullets and disks, the threat could not block the attack of harmful gases.

The Soviet tankers stepped on the brakes and covered their eyes. Because tears overflowed, they could no longer drive the tank. However, the consequence of the sudden brake was the beginning of traffic accidents. The tanks in front suddenly stopped, and the driver of the armored vehicle following behind was wiping their tears, but continued to move forward.

"Bang," the rear-end collision between the tanks inevitably occurred. More than 30 tanks and hundreds of armored vehicles were crowded together. For a moment, the Soviet attacking troops were in chaos, and countless people cried and shouted helplessly. Some shouted and continued to move forward, while others shouted loudly, and retreated, falling into a mysterious chaos.

Taking advantage of this god-given opportunity, various anti-tank guns and 88mm anti-aircraft guns on the German positions were bombarded like targets. There was no need to aim at them, and the Soviet tanks, self-propelled artillery, and armored vehicles were the best targets. The next moment, Soviet tanks continued to explode and catch fire during the shelling. The explosion of fire balls and burning flasks combined together to form an insurmountable sea of ​​fire.

The infantry following behind did not advance or retreat. Let's rush forward! There was a big fire in front, and it immediately turned into roast duck when it rushed forward. Retreat! That would be a violation of the order, and that would be too shameless.

However, the Soviet soldiers quickly made a choice. They understood that face is valuable and life is more important. I don’t know who led the way, but the infantry saw that the situation was not good, shouted "Wula, Wula" and retreated backwards, and the Soviet army's attack was defeated again.

Lieutenant General Zadov was so angry that his teeth were hiccups. Unexpectedly, his desperate attack was about to succeed and was repelled by the Germans. The abominable Germans and their incompetent subordinates.

Zadov felt that he had suddenly become more than teenage years old. This time he had almost lost all his armored power. He was temporarily unable to launch an attack. If there was no reinforcement, he would not be able to capture the position in front of him. Thinking of this, Zadov had no choice but to give the order to suspend the attack, allowing all troops to defend on the spot and prepare for dinner.

When Zadov's Fifth Army's attack was blocked, news of unfavorable attacks came from the Soviet army in various regions. Hundreds of thousands of troops stagnated in front of the German second line of defense. Not only was Zadov's offense unsatisfied, but the attacks in all directions were almost crazy blocked by the German army. After the Soviet army broke through the first line of defense, it could no longer move forward.

Among them, the 50th Army, which launched a frontal attack in Kursk City, was suddenly counterattacked by the main German army, and lost all its heavy equipment and almost wiped out the entire army. The 11th Army of Guards, which attacked the Morotchi area, once opened a small gap, but was soon driven out by the German counterattack and opened the gap. The Soviet army's steel torrent encountered great trouble here, and the Germans used active defense to withstand the Soviet army's attacks again and again.

The Germans stood on the second line of defense until noon, and Manstein issued an order to retreat because he avoided excessive casualties. All the Germans gave up the dilapidated second line of defense and retreated to the third line of defense, preparing to welcome a new round of Soviet attack. The Soviets then entered the second line of defense, but what awaited them was the remaining dozen more solid lines of defense.

At 3 pm, in the Soviet Front Command of Orel City, there was a noisy and busy vegetable market. The correspondent's "Tick, Tick" sounded, and the staff's running back and forth, making the noise kept this place like this.

Amid the chaotic sound, a roar was the loudest. After receiving the news of the unfavorable attack, Zhukov took off his Jinlaili leather shoes and slapped the table with the heels, cursing, "Waste, you are all wastes, all useless wastes."

Zhukov threw the telegram of the defeat in his hand onto the generals in front of him, "How did you command the troops? The entire attack was so unsuccessful. The investment of hundreds of thousands of troops and thousands of tanks only captured two lines of defense. This was occupied by the Germans voluntarily abandoning some positions. You still have the face to come back to see me. Do you deserve Stalin's trust at the same time? Do you deserve Comrade Lenin's spirit in heaven? Do you deserve your parents?"

Wasielevsky, the chief of the General Staff of the Soviet Army who had just arrived on the front line to supervise the battle, saw Zhukov's anger and asked, "Comrade Zhukov, is the situation so bad? The telegram I just sent to Comrade Stalin was clearly written. The attack went smoothly, and only a few fascist stubborn people were left on the German positions to resist with kitchen knives. It was only a matter of time before our great Soviet army won the victory in this battle. You can't tear my platform!"

Huasilevsky felt fear. He should have arrived in Orel in the morning. But when he met a lonely flight attendant on the plane, he wasted a whole morning to comfort her and wasted a lot of time. He arrived in Orel late. Unexpectedly, before he could understand the situation, he received a telegram about the situation from Comrade Stalin, and he talked nonsense. It was over now, but he didn't expect that the situation was so bad.

"Oh,,," Zhukov sat helplessly on the chair, looking anxious and uneasy. "The entire attack encountered unprecedented troubles. The 5th Army, the 5th Army, and the 11th Army, which were responsible for the assault mission, suffered heavy losses. Among them, the 5th Army lost most of its armored power, and the 11th Army and the 50th Army were even beaten to pieces and were unable to launch a new round of offensives. If the Germans had not voluntarily given up the second-line position, we would have been on the spot now."

"Then dispatch air support immediately and let the reserve troops lead to reinforcements. Haven't you prepared a large number of strategic reserves? Play out at one time and find a way to make a pit on the German defense line and then smash that pit." Huasseylevsky expressed his thoughts.

Zhukov shook his head in disagreement and said, "Our air force was blocked by German aircraft in the air with all our strength. Although we have the advantage of numbers, the Germans have richer experience and we suffered great losses in several air battles. As for the strategic reserve team, this is the first day of attack, is it just used? That's too early. Doing so will make our continued offensive ability decline."

"Hey,, you are so stingy! My marshal comrade," Huasilevsky stepped forward and patted Zhukov on the shoulder and said, "I said Lao Zhu! You need to be more careful. Now it is not about the issue of continuous attack, but about Comrade Stalin's mood. He doesn't care whether you have used the reserve team. Comrade Stalin wants position and the great Soviet army is moving forward."

As he said that, Huasilevsky pointed to the combat map and said, "You don't have to worry about the lack of troops. You immediately ordered the 60th Army, 61st Army, and 63rd Army to the front line and start the attack with all your might. I'll call General Popov of the Bryansk Front and ask him to secretly send the 3rd Tank Army and the 4th Tank Army to support you. Then you don't have to worry about the troop problems."

"Did you say you want to transfer the 3rd Guards Tank Army and the 4th Tank Army to me?" Zhukov suddenly thought of something and began to think at the combat map.

"Yes! The 3rd Tank Army of the Guards and the 4th Tank Army can support your operations." Huasilevsky saw Zhukov staring at the combat map and thought, and understood that the victorious marshal must have thought of a way to break the enemy.

Sure enough, Zhukov's face showed an unpredictable smile. "If this is the case, I can boldly launch an interlude attack, and my goal will be here," Zhukov pointed to a point on the combat map and let Huasilevsky watch it.

"Prokorovka" Huasilevsky looked at this point and asked, "Do you want to attack here? But Prokorovka is the rear of the Germans. You have not even hit Kursk City now, so you are still far away from there!"
Chapter completed!