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Chapter 489 Victory belongs to our great head of state

And when General Staff Nikola Wolov panicked and made a proposal, the largest tank battle on the Eastern Front broke out in full swing.

1,800 German tanks are fighting the most brutal and fierce battle against 2,000 Soviet tanks and assault tanks.

A few German Tiger tanks and Ferdinand tanks were shooting fiercely with the Soviet T-34 tanks and IS tanks, surrounding each other; thick black smoke filled the entire battlefield, and a thrilling steel torrent was in a decisive battle.

As for most of the new German tanks, the Leopard tanks and the T-54 tanks were roaring with motors, explosions one after another, and guns were thundering as much as possible on the battlefield, trying to kill the T-34 tanks that were fragile than them, as well as the 9th Guards Tank Army commanded by Major General Telyakov, and encircled and annihilated them.

This unprecedented tank battle lasted for 12 hours from morning until dark.

In the end, the Soviet tank army was slightly worse than the German tanks, so the Soviet army hurriedly retreated after dropping more than 600 overturned and destroyed T-34 tanks.

As for the 9th Guards Tank Army, not only was they not rescued by Zhukov's army, but they also made them attack even more crazily by the German army. They were wiped out with less than 2,000 troops and 10 T-34 tanks.

"It seems that God is leaving us! Now we are probably going to die under the German tank army!"

When the fierce battle temporarily stopped, Major General Delyakov, who had retreated to his defensive position, was exhausted and desperate.

"Maybe! Let's pray! I've just counted our military losses!"

"Now our troops are not only less than 2,000, but more than 800 people are wounded; and the remaining 10 T-34 tanks are also very lacking in oil and ammunition. If we do not have enough oil and ammunition to supplement, then our tanks are almost the same as scrap iron!"

As soon as he finished speaking, General Staff Nikola Wolov was also depressed and even responded in panic.

"Didn't Marshal Zhukov send tank troops to support us? Why didn't we get out yet? Is the Supreme Command really going to watch us die here?"

Major General Telakov also sighed deeply in response to this.

At that moment, he seemed to have been aged for ten years, and seemed very old and weak.

"Master Zhukov and his team have dispatched 2,000 tanks to rescue us, but they have all been intercepted by German tanks and have also fought each other for a day and a night of tank battles."

"Marshal Zhukov has now lost at least 600 tanks, including T-34 tanks, KB heavy tanks, CY-85 self-propelled artillery, and IS tanks."

General Staff Nikola Wolov also said even more panic about the other party's negative attitude, helplessness and despair.

"Okay! It seems that our fate this time is probably similar to that of the Southwest Soviet Front Army. Even if we don't die, we will be crippled by the German army!"

"I'm afraid even if I either die at the hands of the German army today and tomorrow, I will either die at the trial of Comrade Stalin!"

After hearing this, Major General Telakov suddenly showed a bitter smile and said with a little crazy smile.

General Staff Nikola Wolov showed a look of fear, staring at the few remaining soldiers and the few remaining tanks, and stunned.

"Do you really want to die like this? I'm not at all willing!"

"I still want to go back to meet my mother and my wife Elena. I wonder how they are now? Are they still living well? If I really die in the battlefield, will they cry for me and miss me?"

"If it weren't for this damn war, I think I can live some stable life happily with my family! It's all these damn German troops, and they seized the happy life I should have!"

"Since that's the case, before I die, I will first bring more German guys to accompany me to bury me!"

Then, General Staff Nikola Wolov clenched his fist and murmured unwillingly.

"Damn the German army! Since you don't give me a way out, I will fight with you!"

At this moment, Major General Delyakov, who had just been very indifferent, suddenly roared like an angry bear, and his voice roared.

As for the remaining soldiers who died in the 9th Tank Army of Su Guard, they were also excited as if they were infected by the two of them. Everyone also made up their minds to plan to bring more German troops to bury themselves before they died.

But these Soviet troops didn't know that Model would not let their wishful thinking succeed, because he planned to launch the last batch of Scud missiles and P-2 missiles toward the position where the 9th Tank Army of the Su Guards was located, and then bombard them all into slags.

"All missiles have been targeted and can be launched at any time! Marshal Model!"

So when General Staff Nikola Wolov and others made up their minds to die, Griffin, the missile commander who commanded the missile launch, also came to Model calmly for a report.

"Thank you! Then you will start firing attacks in 5 minutes! Our goal is to completely wipe out the 9th Tank Army of Su Guards!"

Model responded calmly with a gentle smile.

"Okay! Marshal Moder! Wish you victory!"

Missile commander Griffin responded immediately.

"Thanks!"

"Victory belongs to our great head of state!"

Model continued to respond with the brightest smile.

Missile commander Griffin smiled slightly, then turned around silently to command his missile team, preparing to launch the last batch of the most fierce missile attacks to wipe out the enemy's troops at the position where the 9th Tank Army of the Su Guards was located in 5 minutes.
Chapter completed!
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