The Poles were completely stunned. They still don’t know what kind of enemy they are facing. They fought very calmly on the Eastern Front, and some of their troops had even attacked the Soviets, but when facing the Germans on the Western Front, they seemed to be completely distracted.

For example, the 6th Division of the Polish Krakow Army Group opposite the 3rd Armored Division of the German SS now received an order to assemble troops to invade Germany. However, when the division commander Garokov mobilized his own troops, his front-line defensive position collapsed.

Facing the German tanks and armored vehicles, the Polish defenders who had just walked out of their fortifications to prepare for the attack were obviously helpless. They quickly gave up their resistance and were captured or chased in groups. The commander of the 6th Division, Garokov, finally learned that the first level of defense position had been broken, and it was time for the SS's Leopard tanks to attack his second level of defense position.

Garokov decided to gather his troops and set up a third defensive position around his division headquarters. He even mobilized the cavalry of the division reserve team over, hoping to organize effective defenses to stop the German team's crazy attack.

"Who gave the bullshit order? Ten hours ago, I received an order asking my troops to attack the German border, but my troops were gathering, and the Germans came over!" Garrokov was angry in his command center: "Are the generals above the group of spies to the Germans?"

"Call the Legion Command! Ask them what happened? How could the German troops advance dozens of kilometers in a few hours?" He shouted loudly to the adjutant: "Let the Legion Command correct the order! Then let the cavalry charge in advance! Otherwise we will be defeated inexplicably!"

"Report! Division Commander! There is a problem with the phone number! We cannot contact the army headquarters!" An officer reported helplessly with the phone number: "It may be that the German soldiers cut off the telephone line!"

"Send someone to check! Speed! Let the cavalry check the communication routes! Let the soldiers arrange the surrounding defenses immediately! Since the German team can cut off the telephone route, it proves that they are not far from here!" Garukov immediately ordered.

"Boom!" "Duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

"What's going on? Has the Germans reached this point?" Garrokov asked in surprise: "Go and see immediately, why did the fire suddenly start?"

"Yes!" The adjutant hurriedly saluted and ran out of the room to investigate what was going on. Before he could go out, the sound of guns and cannons became louder and louder.

Suddenly, a huge and tragic explosion sounded by the building where the command center was located. In an instant, shrapnel splattered shattered the glass and passed through the bodies of two officers standing at the window and looking out, hitting the surrounding walls. What followed was blood and dust spreading to every corner.

The shock wave swept everyone in the room to the ground. Wall strips and lime fell from the shaking ceiling. The entire ceiling closest to the window had collapsed, slantingly across the location where it was originally a window, and the exterior wall with the window was now gone.

"Ahem! Cough!" Garrokov was overturned to the ground by the shock wave, and was lucky enough to be injured. A telephone officer with a white gray face pulled him up from the ground. He then squinted his eyes and looked around his command center while coughing.

The door of his command was blocked by gravel from the stairs, but fortunately he could now walk directly to the street from the original window. The two officers beside the window have now become two bodies, one of which is half covered by a collapsed floor. A telephone officer fell on the table with blood on his face, and it seemed that there was no need to rescue him.

Garokov and the remaining telephone officer in the entire command center bent over and came out of the house that was at risk of collapse at any time, fell into the huge crater outside the window, and then gasped and climbed up. The explosions around him kept coming. As soon as he emerged in the crater, he saw his troops in chaos like a group of sheep being exploded.

Suddenly, a hand reached over and pulled him. Garukov finally climbed into the deep pit. He had no time to think about it, and he bent over and ran under a wall before he had time to look back and take a look at who had pulled him.

Just as he turned around, his adjutant had just pulled the telephone number out of the crater, and the two ran towards him one after another. Until he reached his front, the two of them sat on the ground.

"Report! I just discovered that the enemy bomber formation is now bombing!" the adjutant said panting.

Garukov wanted to kick him: Of course I knew it was a bombing! And I knew it was a lot earlier than your notice! But he glanced at his adjutant and gave up scolding because he rushed over to save them.

"Oh God! Where is our plane?" Garrokov looked up at the German bomber formation that could not go like a vulture, and asked helplessly: "The enemy has hit the doorstep, why don't they take off to fight?"

"Sir! Our anti-aircraft artillery fire is too weak, and there is no way to drive away these planes. It seems that they will leave only after throwing out all the bombs." The adjutant pulled a helmet from a corpse next to him, held it on his head, and said, "Let's go out of town! It should be safer outside."

Sighing, looking at the Polish soldiers who were running away with their heads in their arms, Garukov knew that things were not something he could control. The soldiers could only wait until the bombing was over before they could search slowly. As long as they nodded to the adjutant, and with the only telephone operator who was still obedient to the command, he bent down and ran to the edge of the town.

They soon found a guard company that had not been disrupted, but the poor guard company commander could only find 30 soldiers under him. With these soldiers, Garukov finally regained a little confidence. He began to send soldiers to contact the 1st regiment headquarters that had been disrupted everywhere.

By the time he found his 1st regiment commander, it was already an hour later. The German plane had already flown away, and his troops were still in chaos. His 2nd regiment had been defeated by the German frontal forces, and some soldiers of the 1st regiment could not find their whereabouts. Now Karokov could not even be sure how many troops there were left of his 6 battalions.

"First! Send cavalry to repair the telephone line! Find a nearby telephone line! I need to contact the Legion Command to report the situation I face!" Garrokov said to his 1st regiment commander and adjutant: "Second, I need you to bring everyone you can find! Set up defense lines near this town! Make sure the two train locomotives in the warehouse over there are intact."

"Tell the engineers to go and check the rails immediately! Check if the nearby rails were blown up by the Germans!" He instructed his adjutant: "If you can't find the engineer company's people, arrange 20 infantrymen to go there! When you meet the Germans, retreat back here! Send cavalry to investigate all nearby places! I want the exact movements of the Germans!"

"Tank! The Germans are coming!..." A soldier shouted in panic in a panic pointing at the border not far away. Before he could finish speaking, a bullet broke his head. The surroundings suddenly became flustered, and then several soldiers were hit by the bullet and fell to the ground.

The soldiers who had just gathered together ran away again, making Garukov, who watched all this happen, urged to throw things: "Please push the anti-tank gun up! Isn't you running so stupidly waiting to be massacred?"

While retreating, several Polish soldiers fired and fought back with rifles. When they were pulling the bolt, they were shot by machine guns. They rolled and fell to the ground and groaned. After a while, there was no sound.

Pulling the adjutant over, Garrokov ordered loudly: "I don't care where you go! Get some explosives for me! Grenades are fine! Go to the garage and blow up the two locomotives!"

He said as he pulled the commander of the 1st regiment: "Look for someone to hold on to the German tank! I just want you to hold on for 15 minutes!"

The commander of the 1st regiment nodded, but felt bitter in his heart: In this situation, even if you let me hold on for another 2 minutes, I'm afraid you can't do it! He looked at the messy army, gritted his teeth and rushed out, shouting to every Polish soldier he passed by: "Counterattack! The cannons will come soon! Fire me!"

I hope I have time to destroy the locomotive. My division is over. Whether the legion command behind me can get the exact news depends on luck. Not to mention the officials far behind, even the front-line commander, he did not understand what was going on until this moment.

He didn't need to know, because just around the corner of a building, a beautiful tank painted with the number 113 on the turret was shooting violently, sieve all the Polish soldiers who appeared on the street.

Just when the scene was so chaotic that there was gunfire behind him. It was obvious that another German army had detoured the rear of the town, like the last straw, completely destroying the psychological defense of the Polish defenders. The sound of kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy even overshadowed the sound of machine gun shooting.

Garukov looked at everything that was happening in front of him with shock. Hundreds of soldiers raised their hands and begged for mercy to a German paratrooper holding a weird submachine gun with a curved magazine. On the other side, more than a dozen cannons piled together were paralyzed in the corner without anyone caring about it. From beginning to end, no one thought of using these weapons to fight back against the invaders.
Chapter completed!