A Soviet T-26 tank ran through the fence at a slow speed, and behind it, followed by a cautious Soviet infantry. On the side of the road, two Polish refugees were upside down, who were hit by bullets and had just lost their lives.

These Soviet troops that were constantly moving forward were attacked by Polish guerrillas everywhere. It seemed that Poland vented all the resentment of being defeated by Germany on their heads. Of course, the more they walked forward, the more they found that the atmosphere became more and more wrong. From the map, they were approaching Germany's actual control line.

If there is really aura, the Soviet front-line troops did feel the strange atmosphere. The closer they get to the area actually controlled by the German army, the more powerful they can feel the aura that is depressing. It is like an ancient giant dragon entrenched there waiting for the idiot to come and provoke.

"Comrade Political Commissar, the German army's battle flag was found in the town ahead." A detective retreated to his temporary station and saluted his superiors: "I saw the machine gun position on the dock across the river, and there were several patrolling German soldiers."

"Let the battalion commander send communications troops out and contact the division headquarters, and we said we had arrived at the temporary border area." The political commissar thought for a while and ordered: "Design defenses nearby and wait for the orders above."

"Yes!" said the scout standing attentively.

In the town opposite, the German troops also discovered that the Soviet troops on the other side of the river were now discovered. The 75mm caliber anti-tank gun hidden on both wings of the town were also ready for combat. In comparison, the German team deployed on the newly born Soviet-German border did not have a numerical advantage. There were only about 600,000 German soldiers on the entire long border defense line.

There are even fewer tank troops. According to the arrangement of the General Command of the National Defense Forces, Germany only retained two combat forces on the entire Eastern Front, one was General Guderian's 1st Panzer Army, and the other was the 2nd Panzer Army, which was the strategic reserve team in the northward direction.

As strategic defensive forces, these two troops were deployed in the second-tier areas and were ready to pounce on the defensive areas where problems arise at any time. Although the Soviet Union's combat capability to attack Poland made the Germans very despise, after all, on the long border line, the Soviet troops maintained an absolute advantage of 950,000 people.

Putting down the telescope, a German official glanced at his adjutant in the hidden observation post. He was the commander of the infantry regiment responsible for defense nearby: "Give me two Frederick rocket launchers, and I can take the opposite position with one volley."

The adjutant put his eyes on the scissors periscope on the side, looked carefully, and scolded him while looking: "O my God, the tank is parked by the roadside, making fire and cooking in the room, will it not be choked to death by smoke? My God, I can see the position of the guard post directly. Are these troops here to make funny?"

"The four 75mm howitzers from the regiment's artillery were fired at one volley, which was enough for these idiots to drink a pot." The regiment commander smiled, then walked to the map and marked some important points on it: "After fighting with the Poles for so many days, they still haven't learned how to fight."

Indeed, compared with the German army, the Soviet troops stationed opposite were obviously not yet learned a lesson in the war in the past two months. They seemed to be very happy about the end of the war against Poland, singing and dancing in the village opposite the river bank, sharing the messy food they found from somewhere.

Not to mention using a new high-tech weapon like Frederick rocket launcher, as long as one company of troops is organized at a time, the German army will have the confidence to defeat the Soviet troops in front of them. However, no one knows that while the German army looked down on the Soviets, the Soviets were also evaluating the German army's combat strength.

Khrushchev, Yerov and Voroshilov, were inspecting the Polish occupied area with pride. Such a large area of ​​territory became the treasure of the Soviet army, making the reputation of these three people within the Soviet Union reach an unprecedented height. Although the three of them knew what was going on in this victory.

"Comrade Khrushchev, it's really not easy to get the hundreds of thousands of prisoners of war that I provided to Germany this time. I counted all the people who were going to send to the Siberian concentration camp, but I couldn't get the amount they wanted." Yerov just waved to the army phalanx that received the three of them, and turned his head and complained to Khrushchev beside him.

Voroshilov nodded and echoed: "There is really no way to do it. The Polish troops retreated too quickly, and we did not catch any decent prisoners. Due to combat losses and other reasons, the troops generally have hatred with the Polish soldiers, and the secret killing of prisoners is endless. Our prisoners along the way are pitifully few."

"It's not a solution to continue like this." Khrushchev glanced at Ye Ruofu next to him and said, "Comrade Ye Ruofu, you agreed to this matter at that time. Now that there is such a big loophole, I really have no choice."

"I have one solution, but it seems to be a bit difficult to implement it." Ye Ruofu narrowed his eyes and said, "But this method is not a good solution. Once the problem arises, no one can escape the relationship."

"What's the solution?" Voroshilov raised his eyebrows. He always felt the two people from Stalin's side exuding a cold air towards his own people, which made him very uncomfortable: "If it's not convenient for me to know, I can leave."

After he said that, he stood up and walked out, but how could the two of them here let him leave and stay out of trouble? What he thought was a good thing. If he could stay out of trouble, who wouldn't want to be unaware of such a thing?

Ye Ruofu grabbed his sleeve and laughed: "This matter is really indispensable to your help from Marshal Voroshilov! You can't leave."

Khrushchev sighed. It seemed that this matter really needed cooperation from the military. Ye Ruofu would not be so urgently left Voroshilov. However, since he came to the front line, he has been extremely disappointed with the capabilities of the entire military. He thought he should be cautious about anything that had to be related to the military.

"The same sentence." Seeing Khrushchev remained silent, Ye Ruofu said directly: "This time, just like the last plan, the three of us will come forward to do this together. No one should make a fuss about this matter. Once the problem is solved, we can set off and return to Moscow immediately after completing the task."

"Tell me, since you don't let me go, then I'll be the only one." Voroshilov sat down and said with some depression.

"Tell me, Comrade Ye Ruofu, see what trick you have this time." Khrushchev glanced at Ye Ruofu, who was quite proud, and said, "If this matter can be done, it will be considered me."

"It's very simple. Isn't our difficulty now that we can't hand over so many prisoners?" Ye Ruofu said with a smile: "There is a very easy solution to this. That is - to go to war with the Germans!"

"Are you crazy?" Khrushchev widened his eyes and said angrily: "You dare to speak freely about such things? How can we explain to Comrade Stalin at that time?"

"Of course, the full conflict cannot be explained to Comrade Stalin." Yeruov obviously disagreed with Khrushchev's anger: "But a small conflict in some areas does not have to report to Comrade Stalin who is busy, right?"

"But in our army's current state, if we start a war with the Germans, we obviously cannot win." Voroshilov frowned and thought for a while before speaking, "If we lose..."

Speaking of this, he suddenly stopped, then widened his eyes and looked at Ye Ruofu on the side: "You mean?..."

"Look! I'll say that Marshal Voroshilov is a smart man!" Ye Ruofu nodded and said, "If we win by chance, then we naturally don't have to give the captives to the German army. The results can be reported to Moscow, and you and I will all be successful. If we lose, then the incompetent frontline commanders and soldiers should be transported to Siberia to serve their sentences, and these people can naturally be given to the Germans."

Khrushchev tapped the table with his fingers, and he did not agree with this idea. After all, he just wanted to make some contributions, become Stalin's capable subordinate, and become the leader of the world's largest country in the future. This kind of drama of designing his own people was not something he was happy to see.

But I have to say that in this situation, this idea can indeed be said to be the best way. It can be a bet on the winner and loser, and it can perfectly solve the current crisis - it just needs to use many of your own people to do it, which makes me feel a little reluctant.

"After all, this matter is not a glorious thing. Is there no other way?" Khrushchev thought about it and finally spoke. He asked tentatively, showing a little bit of a sense of taking into account the overall situation.

Ye Ruofu smiled and leaned on the back of his chair: "Of course, if Comrade Khrushchev had a better way, just pretend I didn't say anything. After all, it would be better not to try such a thing unless it was absolutely necessary."

He cursed the old fox inwardly, and Khrushchev laughed a few times, then thought for a while and said, "Do from the troops in Belarus and Ukraine? At least we cannot move the elite Russian troops."

Voroshilov has always been in a submissive attitude of obedience. He also knew that Yerov and Khrushchev did not need his advice. All he had to do was to provide necessary military advice when the two did not quite understand.
Chapter completed!