This time the Soviets were completely stunned, and they still did not know what kind of enemy they were facing.

Soviet troops in Minsk were encircled, and the enemy came from all sides! They seemed to be completely out of rhythm and couldn't even organize a decent counterattack.

For example, the 1st Panzer Division of the German Gudeli Army encountered the Soviet Army, and they received an order to assemble troops to stop the German attack. However, when the division commanders and corps commanders of the Soviet troops gathered their own troops, they found that most of their troops had long been routed by the German armored forces.

In the face of German tanks and armored vehicles, the Soviet light infantry, which had lost its own fortifications, was clearly helpless, and they quickly gave up their resistance and were captured or pursued in droves.

Thousands of Soviet soldiers surrendered every hour, and news was seriously delayed by the chaos.

The senior officers of the Soviet units finally learned that the first layer of defensive positions on the perimeter had been broken through, and the Germans were already storming their third line of defense......

The top Soviet officers decided to gather their troops, but by this time they found that their supreme commander, Nikita Khrushchev, had left them behind and fled.

Now they could only stay around Minsk, setting up new defensive positions on the outskirts, hoping to organize an effective defense to stop the frenzied offensive of the German army.

"Who's giving this bullshit order? Now give me the order to hold on to Smolevich, but ten hours ago it was already German! "A Soviet general was angry in his command.

The order he had just received turned out to be to let him defend an area that had long been lost - the extent of the confusion of the Soviet army can be seen.

While scolding, he turned the telegram in his hand into a ball of paper and threw it at his feet, and cursed loudly: "Zhukov doesn't know anything, what is the use of giving such a chaotic order?" ”

"Call the Front Command! Ask them what the hell is going on? How could the German troops advance tens of kilometers in a matter of hours? He shouted loudly at the adjutant, "Let the Front command correct the order!" Otherwise, we will be inexplicably defeated! ”

"Report! Sir! Something went wrong with the phone! We can't get to the headquarters of the Front! An officer took the phone and reported helplessly: "It may be a German shell that blew up the telephone line!" ”

"Send someone to find out! Velocity! Let the reserves of the division headquarters go and check the lines of communication! Immediately let the soldiers arrange the surrounding defenses! How was this battle fought? We don't know exactly who we're fighting, we've already been beaten to Minsk! The Soviet general was annoyed and immediately ordered.

"Boom!" "Bump Bump!" Outside the headquarters, suddenly someone began to open heavy fire.

"What's going on? Did the Germans already hit here? The Soviet general, who heard the gunshots, was taken aback and asked: "Go and see at once, why did you suddenly open fire?" ”

"Yes!" The adjutant hurriedly saluted and ran out of the room to investigate what was going on, and he hadn't been out for long when the gunfire was getting louder and louder.

Suddenly, a loud and tragic explosion rang out near the building where the headquarters was located.

Instantly, the splatters of shrapnel went on a rampage, shattering glass through the bodies of the two officers who were standing at the window and looking out, and then hitting the surrounding walls, followed by blood and dust that permeated every corner.

The shockwave swept everyone in the room to the ground, and the walls and lime fell from the shaking ceiling.

The entire canopy closest to the window had collapsed, diagonally across what had been the window, and the window was now gone.

"Ahem! Cough! "Everyone in the room was knocked to the ground by the shockwave, but luckily most of them were unharmed.

A white-faced telephone operator pulled the general up from the ground, and after a long time, the Soviet general, who was pulled up, coughed and squinted around his headquarters.

Whether he likes to admit it or not, his command is now on the front lines.

The shell was clearly fired from a small-caliber artillery - if it was a 150-mm howitzer shell, they would have gone to see Marx by now.

Even a small-caliber shell should not be underestimated. The door to the temporarily selected headquarters had been blocked by the rubble of the walls, but luckily everyone in the headquarters could now walk directly into the street from the original windows.

The two officers by the window were now two corpses, one still half-covered by a collapsed floor.

A telephone operator collapsed on his desk covered in blood, and it seemed that there was no need to resuscitate him.

The Soviet general stooped out of the room that was in danger of collapsing at any moment, and saw some Soviet soldiers running in a disorganized formation in front of him.

Apparently in the other direction, the Germans were on the offensive. So the Soviet general did not hesitate, panting and running in the direction of sparse gunfire.

Explosions were heard all around, and it seemed that German troops had entered the small village.

The periphery of Minsk also seemed to be untenable, and the victory of the Germans was almost predictable.

For he saw his own troops, now in disarray, like a flock of sheep being driven by the sound of an explosion. The image was so desperate that he couldn't help but want to close his eyes and forget everything in front of him.

In fact, it is no wonder that he closed his eyes, and if the Chinese saw the scene of the eight-nation alliance rushing into the Old Summer Palace, they would also close their eyes.

A bullet grazed his hat, interrupting the general's thoughts, and he stooped under a wall before he had time to look back at the situation of his troops.

"Comrade General! The tanks of the Germans stormed the village, and our line of defense was broken through! You have to find a way! The adjutant who was next to him said breathlessly.

The general, who heard this, wanted to kick it over: I know with my eyes that the Germans are coming! And I knew it a lot earlier than your notification!

However, he glanced at his lieutenant, and finally gave up his intention to kick the past.

"Can you contact the troops of the division next door? Let them find a way to fight back and cover us to repel the enemy? The general looked at his lieutenant and asked.

"I think they're also retreating at this time, right?" The adjutant glanced at his commander and replied.

What are you kidding, don't you want to retreat quickly at this time, what are you going to do with those soldiers next door? Sent to death?

This sentence was held in his heart and not spoken, and the adjutant opened his mouth depressedly and persuaded: "Now that our entire army has been smashed, it is impossible to stabilize the front!" Retreat! ”

"Retreat?" This familiar word has been on the lips of Soviet commanders these days, but at this stage, it is a bit self-defeating to talk about retreat.

Behind them was Minsk, and if they abandoned it, the German troops would soon be able to enter the city.

"Can't retreat! If we retreat, we will retreat into Minsk! The Soviet general replied depressedly.

"Then retreat too! We're standing here, and we're all done! The adjutant said depressedly as he looked into the distance.

"Tanks! The Germans called! ......" shouted a soldier in panic not far away, pointing in the direction of the border.

Before he could finish speaking, a bullet shattered his head. There was a panic all around, and several soldiers were hit by bullets and fell to the ground.

The soldiers who had just gathered together once again ran apart, giving the Soviet general, who was watching all this, the urge to drop something: "Let people push our anti-tank guns into the right position!" Hurry up! Isn't running so stupidly waiting to be killed? ”

Several Soviet soldiers retreated, and while firing back with rifles, they fired back, and when they fired a shot, they were hit by machine gun fire, rolled and fell to the ground and groaned, and after a while they were silent.

Pulling the adjutant over, the general ordered loudly: "I don't care where you go to find it!" Get me some explosives! Grenades will do too! Blow up the locomotive parked in the little station behind us! Fast! ”

As he spoke, he pulled another frightened survivor of the command: "Find someone to withstand the German tanks!" I just want you to hold it for 10 minutes! ”

The officer who escaped from the command headquarters with him nodded, but his heart was full of bitterness: In this situation, if you let me withstand it for another 2 minutes, I'm afraid I won't be able to do it!

He looked at the chaotic troops, gritted his teeth and rushed out, shouting at every Soviet soldier he passed: "Counterattack!" Anti-tank guns are coming soon! Counterattack! Fight back for me! ”

It's a pity that the Germans' bullets strafed his side in the next second, killing him in an open field, stacked there along with the Soviet soldiers around him.

I hope there is still time to destroy the locomotive, my own troops can be said to be completely finished, and whether the front army command behind me, which has no commander-in-chief, can get accurate news, it can only depend on luck.

Not to mention those officials who were far behind, it was him, the front-line commander, who didn't figure out what was going on until this moment.

He didn't need to know, because just across the corner of a building, a German tank No. 4 was firing fiercely, smashing all the Soviet soldiers in the streets into a sieve.

The battle can be described as one-sided, and the Germans won, and without pressure.