The Germans who managed to cross the river soon ran into serious trouble, they were already exhausted, with only a pair of wet trousers, no food, not even tools to make a fire.

They were sure that they would be able to reach their own line by going north, but they would probably have to walk another twenty or thirty kilometers before they could reach it.

Even triathletes, after three days of high-intensity tossing, their energy and body will collapse, not to mention that these people don't even have shoes. Therefore, most of the German troops who escaped hid in a forest and lay down to rest.

I never thought that some people didn't get up again after falling asleep.

At night, some people were killed by the cold and some people were awakened by freezing. Even in the hottest season in Belarus, the minimum temperatures at night are too cool, and for people who are almost exhausted, the coolness is fatal.

Thanks to the large amount of meat in the daily meals of the German army, their stored fat can also provide some energy. Some people broke off branches to use as weapons to protect against the wild beasts of the forest. They gathered together and walked nervously and alertly towards the north, they were like primitive people 10,000 years ago, and the instinct to survive drove them on.

The walk did not stop, and by four o'clock in the morning, the exhausted people finally saw the unique landscape in the distance, and the large number of tree stumps around them, in the light of the morning sun—they had reached the defensive line.

More than a dozen people were the first to see the defense line of the 722nd Division, and the people who were originally walking like corpses immediately ran forward vigorously, ignoring the injured soles of their feet and forgetting the mines they had planted themselves.

Because of the morning fog, the German machine gunners who got up early could not see distant objects clearly, and even the forest was stuck in the fog.

Suddenly, the peace of the morning was shattered by two loud bangs, and all the sleepy-eyed defenders reflexively poked their heads out of the trenches, staring warily ahead, their fingers on the triggers of their rifles, waiting to fire.

The explosion prepared the Germans for battle and frightened the dozen or so escapees.

The German defenders thought that the Soviets had launched an early morning attack, and after the mines were touched, the world returned to calm.

"Perhaps, some wild deer touched the fuse?" Many people think so, after all, it is not surprising that there are large animals in this area.

The fugitives know they're in a minefield, but what else can they do? They lay on the ground, observing the anomalies as much as they could, and the desire to survive tended to crawl forward.

There was another violent explosion, and a man who was close to the finish line was blown to pieces.

The third explosion finally made the Germans understand that there was a situation in the minefield, and the infantry regiment guarding the area immediately sent a platoon of soldiers to quickly walk up to the communication line in the minefield to find out.

The soldiers did not know what was touching the mines, certainly not animals, could it be people? Maybe it was the scouts of the Soviet army who hit a mine?

The results they were looking for were truly astonishing! It was true that someone had touched the mine, it was some white guys, a little blurry in the fog, and it could be concluded that it was a group of people who didn't have much clothing!

"Hey! Who are you?! The German soldier asked in German.

As a result, they heard a little German response - the one who lacked clothes, it was the Germans!

They immediately went into action and, after avoiding the mines, set up the people they had found and quickly walked towards the trenches.

Who are these people who are only wearing underwear? Upon arriving at the trenches, the defenders understood their identity just by the business cards around their necks.

"I really never expected that you guys would actually be in the logistics group! Your unit didn't go to the rescue of Loyev, why are you here?! The Germans in the trenches were full of these kinds of complaints.

They had no idea what had happened to the friendly forces of these logistics regiments in the past few days.

When the battalion commander defending the defensive line heard the news, he couldn't help but feel that it was really a thunderstorm.

He hurried to the scene and saw that the rescued people had already been draped in blankets and soldiers were feeding them. Even so, there are still some people who, due to excessive exhaustion, die when they arrive at the trenches. It can be seen that they relied on their last breath to escape to the safe zone, and when they were completely safe, they were deflated and whimpered for their lives.

The battalion commander patted the face of a person who was in good spirits: "Hey, who are you?" Is it really a logistics regiment? You guys went to fight Loyev, how did you come from this part of the Sozh River? What about your uniforms and weapons? ”

The battalion commander did not get much valuable information, so he briefly muttered about what had happened in the past few days, and in short, the troops were completely annihilated, and only a hundred or so people swam across the river and went north along the left bank of the Sori River. After saying this, he fell asleep.

"Oops! The division commander and other troops are actually over like this, and I have to report it immediately. ”

The battalion commander knew that he was the first to touch the parties involved in this important incident, and quickly returned to the battalion headquarters to report to the division headquarters.

It was still early, and the fog had just begun to dissipate.

At six o'clock in the morning, Florid, the commander of the 722nd Division, was still in his apartment in the city of Gomel. After being criticized by his superiors, his depression reached the extreme, so he actually drank a bottle of whiskey, which he regarded as a complete drunkard, and used it to relieve his sorrows.

Major information from the front reached the division headquarters, and the chief of staff held the telegram, his hands trembling involuntarily.

"What the hell! The last thing you want to happen is happening! Allen, you take the telegram and rush to the division commander's apartment for me, no matter whether anyone stops you or not, let the division commander see it immediately! ”

A staff officer ran away, and he was naturally stopped by the guards, but when he explained that the troops attacking Loyev had returned, the guards immediately let him go, and even directly opened the door to the division commander's bedroom.

The situation is too urgent for etiquette to take into account.

And Florid, although he was still dazed by alcohol, sat up instantly when he learned that this was the intelligence of the attacking troops.

"Is it quetzal's intelligence? How are they? Did Loyev beat down? ”

"The message is here, take a look!"

The staff officer sent the telegram up, and everyone present never expected that the division commander would faint on the spot because of the major stimulation of the content of the telegram!

Florid never expected that out of a total of 5,000 people, only more than 100 of them successfully escaped by diving, and the other troops died! The fugitives even threw away their clothes and guns, and it was no longer a shame to be so embarrassed.

Florid, who lay down, was delirious, and then began to convulse all over his body, even foaming at the mouth.

The division commander must have been greatly stimulated, but fortunately, his bedroom was full of guards, and he was taken to the hospital as soon as possible, which saved his life.

As a result, the work of the division commander was temporarily deputized by the deputy division commander, and as for the follow-up operations of the 722nd Division, it could only enter a state of full defense.

It was June 27, at least before Florid's illness, and the airport had been given permission to move at seven o'clock in the morning, when the fog was about to lift.