Chapter 655 Heavy Thunderstorm Forty-Three

"O death, where is your power of victory? O death, where is your sting?

The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law. Thank God, let us be victorious through our Lord Jesus Christ... Amen!"

"Amen!"

When the car stopped, the brigade political commissar Ilya Oktyabrsky suddenly heard a disgusting reactionary slogan-Amen!

This is not allowed! In the Soviet Union, believing in God, Allah, Amitabha, Taishang Laojun, Amaterasu or any other gods and ghosts is a crime. According to the 1926 Criminal Code, you can be subject to 5-10 years of labor reform!

Oktyabrsky got off the car and immediately looked vigilantly at the place where people shouted "Amen". He saw a group of civilians in mourning clothes, gathering on a wasteland with many brand new crosses, surrounding a newly dug rectangular pit. A man dressed as a Catholic priest was holding a Bible and muttering something.

This is... an anti-G revolution group gathering!

Anti-G revolution group! Oktyabrski thought, this is not 10 years of labor reform, but 25 years of labor reform! These Poles are about to be in trouble... But why didn't anyone come to arrest them? This place should have been liberated, right?

Thinking of this, Oktyabrski looked up and looked around - this is the Warsaw front, and there is a possibility that the car took the wrong road and ran to a town controlled by the Germans. If that happens, you must break out immediately or commit suicide...

The first thing that caught his eye was a piece of charred ruins, like the traces left by artillery bombardment, and then another piece of ruins, and then another piece of ruins. This seems to be a town completely destroyed by artillery, as if there is no place to hang a flag.

Just when Oktyabrski was looking for it anxiously, a bright red sickle and hammer flag finally appeared in front of him. This is a Polish town that has just been liberated... But why would someone openly hold an anti-G revolution rally outside this people's city?

"Is it Comrade Oktyabrski?" A voice came from afar.

Oktyabriski looked up quickly and saw that it was a Red Army lieutenant general who was a bit old and looked very rough, who was about to enter the city under the protection of several guards and staff officers.

"I am Ilya Oktyabriski, the brigade political commissar," Oktyabriski hurriedly stepped forward and saluted the lieutenant general, "I have been ordered to report to Comrade Gurov, the political commissar of the 3rd Army. You must be Comrade Zhimachenko, the commander of the 3rd Army?"

"I am Zhimachenko," this person is Zhimachenko, the commander of the 3rd Army, he said with a smile, "Comrade Gurov went to the 11th Mechanized Army to inspect the work... I heard him say that the hero of the Warsaw Forest, Oktyabriski, is going to be the director of the political department of our army."

Oktyabriski is now a great hero - a hero of the Soviet Union! He has not yet received the "Order of Lenin" and "Gold Star Medal", but he is a hero. Because Comrade Stalin issued the highest directive to award the commander and political commissar of the 205th Division who captured the Warsaw Forest the title of Hero of the Soviet Union.

While becoming a hero, Oktyabriski was promoted from regimental political commissar to brigade political commissar, and he was no longer the political commissar of the 205th Division, but was promoted to the director of the political department of the 3rd Army.

So after receiving the order, he immediately left Minsk, Poland, where the 205th Division was resting, and came to Wowomin, where the headquarters of the 3rd Army was located.

"Amen!"

Just when Oktyabriski and Zhimachenko were chatting excitedly and almost forgot about the "anti-G revolution rally", someone shouted "Amen" again.

"This is..." Oktyabriski glanced at the "reactionaries" gathered together.

"It's a funeral."

"I know," Oktyabriski was not a pure Soviet. He was born in 1902 and had seen Christian funerals. "But isn't this place liberated?"

"Yes, but there are no indicators." Zhimachenko shrugged helplessly, and then pulled Oktyabriski into the town.

The town was also full of ruins and piles of rubble. Oktyabriski saw some Poles digging something in the pile of stones. It was estimated that the pile of stones was the house they used to live in...

"You should know here that the battle of Legionovo-Wolomin was fought in this area." Zhimachenko explained to Oktyabriski as he walked, "The German rocket launchers covered this area more than a dozen times, tens of thousands of rockets! At the same time, there was artillery bombardment, firing thousands of shells! Many people died in the town, many people... The population has been greatly reduced, and the quota for reactionaries is naturally small. Moreover, many have been arrested before and sent for reform, so there is no quota. This is a special case. The comrades in the Polish local area are asking for instructions to see if the quota for reactionaries can be appropriately increased."

Reactionaries also have quotas. You can't arrest everyone, otherwise who will be liberated? The situation in Wolomin is special. Before Legionovo-Wolomin, all those who should be arrested were arrested. As a result, the German army and the Red Army started fighting in Wolomin, with fierce firepower, killing many innocent people, and reducing the population base of Wolomin at once. The reactionaries were arrested in advance, so they all survived. As a result, the proportion of reactionaries in the population of Wowomin Town exceeded the standard, and no more could be arrested...

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"Private Herbert Ernst Karl Frahm, you are now awarded the Iron Cross First Class in recognition of your contribution to the defense of Warsaw, the German Empire and its emperor!"

A black Iron Cross with a silver border and a swastika in the middle was worn on the left chest of Brandt, an anti-war activist... This is a First Class Iron Cross! A soldier can get it after three to five heroic combat actions on the battlefield. And "Killer Brandt" fully meets the requirements and can have this medal.

"Long live my motherland! Long live my emperor!"

Although Brandt was reluctant in his heart, he still raised his right arm high and shouted slogans.

Colonel Korfes, the commander of the 111th Division who awarded him the medal, also returned the salute as a routine, and didn't pay much attention to the soldier in front of him. Because his heart was full of worries-his division would soon end its rest and go into battle again. This time the mission was to defend an area next to the Vistula River in the southwest of Warsaw. The 62nd Division was responsible for defending the place, but the offensive of the Soviet Red Army was unexpectedly fierce, and it was impossible to maintain it with only one regiment. So Model had to adjust the deployment and let the 111th Division, which was originally scheduled to rest for a while, go ahead.

Click, click, click...

The sound of the tracks rolling on the ground was heard by Captain Yakov Dzhugashvili, whose ears were still buzzing. The sound of the B-4 howitzer firing at close range was really unbearable! The second-generation of the top Soviet official was now lying in a muddy anti-artillery bunker converted from a bomb crater, craning his neck to watch the four B-4 howitzers, four KV-2 tanks and a battalion of infantry rolling forward a few hundred meters away.

And 1,500 meters away from the bomb crater where he was, there was a four-story building that was almost half collapsed, and a swastika flag covered with gunpowder was still flying high on the roof. At many windows of the building, there were flashes of muzzle flames from time to time. It should be the soldiers of the Nazi army firing.

"Comrade artillery director, it's dangerous here, you'd better move back!"

An artillery commander named Sharapov was lying next to Yakov, sweating profusely and persuading this great god to leave the front line where he could die at any time.

"Comrade Sharapov, what you need to consider now is not where I should be, but how to take down the building occupied by the Germans."

Yakov's answer made Comrade Sharapov feel bitter in his heart - you are the successor of the revolution, if something happens, I will be the number one sinner of the world revolution!

"Tank! German tanks..."

The sudden shouting startled Yakov and Sharapov. They raised their binoculars at the same time and saw a German No. 4 tank slowly coming out from behind the crumbling building, pointing the muzzle at the B-4 howitzer that was coming in.

"Og, 11 o'clock! Do you see those cannons? No need to aim, just fire the grenades!"

What appeared in Yakov's eyepiece was Captain Schwarzenegger's Type 4 H tank. Because the situation around Legionovo was tense again, 9 heavy armored battalions were transferred from the city of Warsaw to support. So the task of supporting the infantry in street fighting in the city fell on the shoulders of the 5th SS Tank Battalion.

"Boom!" Captain Schwarzenegger felt a huge vibration in his tank. He quickly grabbed the handrail to prevent himself from being shaken to the ground, and at the same time stretched his neck to watch the effect of the shelling.

Because the distance to the target was less than 1,000 meters, it was impossible for the experienced gunner Og to miss it. A cloud of smoke exploded in the middle of the four B-4 howitzers that were towed and pushed forward by the tank tractor. However, the four cannons seemed to be safe and sound and were still advancing slowly.

"Damn it!" Schwarzenegger cursed. It seemed that the 75mm high-explosive shells were still not powerful enough. A direct hit was necessary to destroy the huge and sturdy B-4 howitzer.

He quickly changed the order, "Aim and shoot! Target B-4 howitzer! High-explosive shells!"

"Ta-ta-ta... Boom!" This time, the coaxial machine gun fired first, followed by the artillery bombardment. One B-4 howitzer fell down, but the other three B-4 howitzers were still moving slowly forward.