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And I will try my hardest to keep this one going...


The Panzers Will Roll...
The Story of Operation Barbarossa


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NOTE: For the new contents page, Read the Chapter (Chapter I: The Fall of Lvov) and underneath that chapter are the three parts to the Chapter. (i.e. Chapter 1 has Breaching the Defences (First) Urban Ambush (Second) and Closing the Trap (Third).
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CONTENTS

Part 1: Through the Ukraine!

Chapter I: The Fall of Lvov--Chapter II: The Road to Uman--Chapter III: Uman, the last prelude--Chapter IV: Onto Kiev--Chapter V: The Ukraine's City
Breaching the Defences---------Outflanking on a large scale---------The First Counterattack-------The faster we get there...--Clearing out the rubble
Urban Ambush----------------------The River Looms----------------------Quiet Break--------------The target approaches----------Single Killer
Closing the Trap---------------------We must cross!--------------------Street Warfare---------------At the Outskirts-----------Nowhere to run

Chapter VI: Apocalypse at Kiev--Chapter VII: Drive past Dniepr--Chapter VIII: Held at Kharkov--Chapter IX: Defend the factory!!--Chapter X: Donbass
Defend the Line!-------------------------Invisible enemies-------------------Déjà vu------------------------Regroup-------------------Small gains
We stand here------------------------Held up on the roads---------------Stuck under fire---------------Surprise Assault--------------Smaller Battles
An opportunity lost----------------------Shattered Pursuit-------------Clearing the Factory-------------No Quarter Asked--------------Winter's signs



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Introduction

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The German attack on Russia, or Operation Barbarossa as its codename, was a long time in the making. And the Russians had plenty of warnings, you cannot easily hide the buildupof 3 million soliders on a border, but Stalin refused all of these, saying that Germany would not attack so early. Since the partition of Poland, Stalin had been absolute in his orders, only a few spies, no far reach reconnaissance missions, and only short based plane missions meant that dozens of warnings were not found, or were unheeded by the Soviets.

Then, in May, just as the attack was about to commence, partisan resistance in the Balkans caused trouble. Hitler was heedless enough to pause Barbarossa and deal with the trouble in the provinces. The final delay was up to five weeks, and shifted the launch from Mid-May to Mid-June. Of course, the delay seemed unimportant, but it was to have far felt consequences in the winters of the future... But the build up was nearly complete. Hitler said "When Barbossa starts, the world will hold its breath."

Stalin refused to take in any of the warnings that came his way now, and they came thicker and faster than ever as the clock ticked down to the start of the invasion. The German Diplomats in Soviet territory left to their homeland with their families. The Soviets most trusted spy, Richard Sorge, sent the plans to Moscow. Stalin laughed at this. A spy ring in South Germany sent the plans again to Moscow. Still Stalin refused to listen. Then, a Soldier defected and told everything. Stalin said that this was all provocation.

It was too late now. Stalin had already ordered, months before, for Soviet troops to stop and wait to be rearmed (as he thought that war with Germany was inevitable, but not in 1941) and had no chance. On the morning of June 22, 1941 at 3:15am, the Germans swarmed past Soviet defences across the river Bug and rushed past Soviet forces. They rushed past the troops as if they were not there. After one day, when the German forces had pushed about 20 miles into Soviet territory with few losses. In the North, the LVI Corps advanced 50. A Lieutenant said "The Russian defences were as good as a row of glass."

When reports came in to Soviet commands that the defensive line had simply broken and fled at full speed, many refused to take it in. Timoshenko reported to Pavlov that "no offensive action may be taken against the Germans until we have ordered so." The strongest response in the first few hours was "reconnaissance of over no more than 60km over German territory." These muddles in the Soviet high command helped the Germans immensly with their gains. The Nazi troops rolled over the border guards as if they were not there, and there was no support forecoming from the Soviet High Command.

On the second day, the Soviets sent out orders to the Generals:
1: Troops will regroup and attack the enemy and destroy him. They will drive him back to the frontier line, but not cross that without authorisation."
2: Reconnaissance aircraft will locate enemy positions and assist the ground forces. Bombers will support. Air strikes will take place up to 90 miles from the front line.
These orders were flawed, in many different ways. The main one, though, was the near destruction of the advance Soviet Air Forces. The Luftwaffe had destroyed over 1489 Russian Planes on the ground, and 322 in the air.

The Soviet Army had its fair share of punishment. Three infantry divisions had simply vanished overnight. Manstein had great success with Panzer divisions in the north. The LVI Corps repeated their earlier success, and within a week had advanced 100m, and had to be given orders to stop and let the rest of the Corps catch up. Three Russian Armies, the 3rd, 4th and 10th were about to be surrounded and cut off. Russian casualties were devastating across the front. Troops were simply shattered.

However, even in the resounding midst of success after success, victory and victory. There were a few problems in the Grand advances. The first was the massive resistance that the Russian Troops gave after the first few days. Communism was slowly rotting the country away, but Nationalism was not dead, but was fiercly installed in all of the Russian soldiers. The second was the poor success, compared with the rest of the front, of Army Group South. As the Hungarian and Romanian troops were not up to par with German troops.

Rundstedt was determined to put a stop to this, and his first major target was the major city of Lvov, and strategic point of great importance, as supplies could reach the entire front from the city. So he sent the German Sixth Army and Panzer Group I to attack and destroy the city. On September 8, they approached the city. On September 9, the Russian guards fought a bitter resistance throughout the outskirts, but were forced back inside. This rearguard action allowed a large amount of Soviet Troops to escape, but the Panzers were quickly rushing to encircle the remaining soldiers. At dawn, September 10th, the trap was about to be sprung...
 
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JAAAA Panzer greift an! ;)
 
not to mention "General" Rasputitsa/распу́тица :D

nice stuff!
 
Part One: Through the Ukraine!

Chapter I: The fall of Lvov
Breaching the Defences

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Sgt . Joseph Herbreighter was waiting for the right moment, the guns blared all around him as buildings tumbled, bombs exploded and shrapnel flew around everywhere. He had to take the Operations Tower, if they did, then artillery strikes could be directed all across the city, and a swift victory would be assured. Lvov would be captured, the first major city in the South Soviet Union would have fallen.

His soldiers were waiting around him, they waited, rifles in hand for their orders. Another large shell hit and building and it collapsed, trapping the hapless Soviet troops inside. The time was nearly ready. Joseph loaded his MP40 and signalled for his troops to load theirs. They were ready, they would be the heroes of the Sixth Army, responsible for the fall of Lvov. Surely the Soviet backbone would be broken after a swift hammer stroke to Kirponos's army.

"Right, time to take the objective. First, grenades go in, the we start clearing it out, room by room. Support should be arriving very soon. Karl, Franz; you two are with me, we will clear out the rooms. Max, Freidrich; you support us. The rest of you aim for the top, take the control room as quick as possible,is that understood?"

A few grumbles later, the Germans were ready to attack, and the order came. The rushed at the building, rifle fire from the few defenders streaking past the attackers. The door gave way easily, and Joseph shot down two unready enemy troops in the hall. There were three rooms, two to his right, one to his left, and the stairs straight forward. The troops stuck to their plans. Joseph saw Max and Freidrich open the door to the left room, the were are few rifles and ammo, but nothing much else.

From upstairs he heard shouts and muffled rifle fire, before the telltale chatter of the MP40, there seemed to obviously be more troops guarding the control room then they were down here. Joseph kicked open the door to a room. It was empty, nothing there. He was disappointed, but worried that he had left the rest of his squad for no good reason. His second-in-command, Cpl. Karl Anstuchz, was equally troubled.

"Max, Freidrich; we don't need your support, go help the others upstairs, and we will be right behind you."
"Yes Sergeant!" they replied, and hastened to the stairs.

Joseph turned to Karl.

"We left them for nothing it seems." he said.
"Nonsense." Karl replied, "Look, we have new rifles, with ammunition, which will help us immensly during the future."
"I suppose you are right, Franz, open the last door."

Franz was a middle-aged Eastern German who had joined the German Army during the horrific inflation levels of the early 20's. He has served with honours in Poland and the Balkans campaign. He was known well around the troops as being the most steady under battle pressure, and hassaved Joseph's life on more than one occasion. He turned to the door, pulled on the handle and opened it.

Joseph saw a stream of red flying across the room as Franz fell, he hadn't time to scream. Two Russians leapt out of the room, carrying small pistols. A shot rang passed Joseph's ear, he turned and saw Karl fall, blood pouring from an open wound. He quickly turned and squeezed the trigger on the MP40. Most of the shots missed the target and buried themselves in the wall, however, some of the hit the first Russian, and fell limp to the floor. The second one, obviously younger, was also on the floor, in a red pool.

Joseph leaned against the wall, too shocked to contemplate what had just happened. He picked up Franz, tried to jog him, but knew it was useless. The was dead, gone. A bitter blow to the squad. Joseph let him lie, and then a sharp pain racked through his leg, and he turned. The younger russian, though wounded, was alive and had stabbed Joseph with a knife in the heel. Repressing the cries of pain, Joseph took the knife and turned on his attacker. It wasn't needed, as the russian died moments after.

Joseph looked outside, and heard the rumbles of tanks. He groaned at the thought of Red Army Vehicles streaming down the road, but it was not them. It had the engine noise of a German Panzer - several of them. Karl was groaning in agony by Joseph, who picked him up. Blood was pouring freely from his shoulder, and he needed help. Oblivious to the ever increasing sound of gunfire from above, he took his injured friend and rushed out of the building.

"Medic! Medic! I need a Medic!" he screamed.

First the Panzers turned their turrets at him, but the lead one quickly stopped, and an officer came out. He shouted to his left, and called up a Medic.

"What happened?" he asked.
"Soviet troops, rifle bullet in the shoulder." Joseph said.
"Well, are Medics shall care for him, he is in good hands. What is your objective."
"My squad are trying to clear out this command post."
"Just a squad! That'll take some doing, do you need backup?"

Before Joseph could reply, he turned to see the Soviet Flag being lowered from the post, and saw the Iron Cross being raised above the building. He saw his soldiers in the windows of the Command Room, celebrating. The knew that, through their fight, through the toil that they had put themselves through, they had obtained their objective, and the fall of Lvov must surely be on its way.
 
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Chapter I: The fall of Lvov
Urban Ambush

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The Operations tower had fallen. The radio was up, and German Officers had taken the command room. Artillery strikes were already being made all across the city. Fires were now spreading all across the town, panzers were cutting through the city, the battle was all but over for Lvov, it was just a matter of the remaining Soviet Troops, could they escape before it was too late?

Joseph didn't care. He hadn't anticipated such a hard fight from the Russians, surely they must have known that they would have lost? He was scared, nervous, not thinking properly. One of his closest friends had been brutally shot by Russians at point-blank range, his second-in-command had been badly wounded, and his platoon had suffered two more injuries.

They had hitched a ride on a few Panzer IV's that were travelling to a field hospital in the South of the city. There he could take time to restock on his platoons' strength, resupply with ammunition, get new troops, and then start again on the next attack in the Soviet Union, but he couldn't at the moment, morale was quite high, but nowhere near what it quite could be.

Joseph looked around, there were ruined buildings everywhere. Dead soldiers lined the streets, most Soviets, some German. There were a large number of anti-tank emplacments, most with missing guns. Joseph found it astonishing that the Soviets had managed to make such a strong resistance, only a week ago they were rabble, fleeing before the might of the Wehrmacht, leaving their homeland behind, but now, they were beginning to fight.

The tank commander opened the turret, he surveyed the area.

"Were clear, the field hospital is just around that corner."
"Really!" Joseph exclaimed over the rumble of the engine, "That's good. I must regroup, and I can't stand this street fighting at all. We need to push them onto the Ukraine."
"I agree, these Panzers can go so much faster."

Suddenly, the Panzer lurched to a halt.

"What happened?"
"I don't know." replied the tank commander, "Maybe we have an engine problem." He disappeared inside the tank. About a minute later he reappeared.
"Engine faliure, appartently. A leak, but I could swear we didn't have one before."
"Well, the hospital is right around the corner?"
"Yes."
"Well," Joseph said, "Tell my troops to disembark, we can walk from here and we can carry Karl in the stretcher."
"Right, see if you can find some oil there, I'm sending the other two Panzers around a different route, this tank's blocking the road."

Sgt . Joseph got his troops together, eventually. Karl was in his stretcher, and they marched off down the street towards the hospital; behind him he heard the other two Panzers wheel away. The city air, which was once clear, seemed to be full of smoke. This wasn't right. Perhaps the front line was closer than he had anticipated, but he thought that the Wehrmacht had cleared the city by now.

Joseph turned the corner to the hospital. What he was greeted with was far from welcoming. Vehicles had been overturned, bodies littered the ground, bottles had been smashed, Blood was everywhere and all the tents were on fire. The Soviets had been here, and since there had been no news of this, it must have happened soon. Joseph rushed back around the corner to his oncoming platoon.

"Achtung! Back to the Panzer! It can still fire, get Karl into cover near it, quickly! Load your weapons, create a defensive perimiter!"
"Why?" asked Max, a soldier.
"There's been an ambush! The Soviets must be here! We have marched straight into a trap!"

They raced back to the Panzer, Joseph in front of them. He signalled madly to the Panzer Commander, who had stayed with his vehicle.

"Ambush!" He screamed. "Ambush! Ambush!"

The Panzer commander couldn't believe what he was seeing, but he heard it well enough, and ordered his troops into the tank, he closed the hatch above him. His trusted crew were all in position.

"This turret still moves and fires, does it?" he asked
"Yes." one replied.
"Right! Load it, forget driving! I need a loader, a firer and a spotter! I will man the machine gun. The Soviets are all around us!"

Joseph and his platoon were nearing the Panzer. Cover, protection, a chance for survival, no matter how small it might be. They would make it. Joseph smiled at the chance, and loaded his gun. But just as he was nearing the tank, it exploded. Fire rippled outwards, smoke bellowed into the sky. Moments later, two BT-7 tanks rushed out of the smoke. Russians poured from the side streets.

"Find cover in that building!" Joseph roared. He fired a few shots with his MP40 at the attackers, and dived for safety. He made it - just, as did most of them. But some were caught in the fire, and were cut down only inches from the walls. More good men dead, Joseph thought. All because we said there were no enemy troops around here. We are fools, are fools, and dead fools as well! He slumped down against the wall.

"Sergeant!" Freidrich cried, "Is everything ok?"
Joseph glanced up
"Yes, yes it is. Tell everyone to get upstairs now, stay away from the windows, guard the stairway, and make sure no-one lets their guard down."

An Explosion rocked the building. Jospeh could here the Soviets pouring towards them. They all rushed upstairs, Karl almost screaming in pain, as he had to leave his stretcher, there was no time. They loaded the ammunition, and patiently waited for their enemy to come to them. Soviets tried to take pot shots through the windows, but Joseph had already anticipated this. They would have to make a mass charge.

Soon enough, the enemy streamed through the door, to be mown down by the German guns. The dead piled up, but some of the Soviets got shots away, taking lives. They could afford to lose as many men as they wanted, but Joseph could not. He ordered his troops back, and he tried to not let his fear show through.

They were pushed back and back. Using cover in everyway, blocking off other routes, forcing the Soviets down choke points, throwing Grenades, but it was all futile. Eventually they would have no-where else to run. They would be hunted down. Outside the tanks roared away at the foundations, but nothing gave way, but that didn't matter, the Soviets would get their prey.

But then Joseph saw it - a transmition radio, it seemed to be working. He rushed over to it.

"All of you, hold your positions now!" he turned the radio to the frequency he wanted, homing in on the German Artillery Strike radio, he had one card to play, and that was it. "All Units, Fire on Field Hospital 3A, repeated 3A drei - A! Large Soviet Force at Field Hospital 3A!" He stopped, and turned to his men. "All right you lot, lets hold them here."

The Russians turned up the last flight of stairs, and were once again met by a hail of MP40 fire. But again, the slowly gained ground, inch by inch, body by body. But Joseph kept shouting at them to hold their ground, to hold it. Eventually the blood-rage of close battle commenced, on which only numbers could win, so no-one heard the anxious calls from the tanks outside, no-one heard the whistle of artillery growing ever louder...

The Artillery Strike along the range of the street. The Explosions were deafening. Joseph heard the building shake, stop, the groan, and finally start to break up. He picked up Karl and rushed to a corner as the building fell. The explosions continued until it all went black.

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Later, Joseph woke up. His vision was hazy, he was bleeding, pains greeted him from everywhere in his body. But he was alive. Karl was too, he was breathing, though dust coloured his uniform a dull shade of white-grey. He turned to see where his men were. But as he stood up, he realised he was standing on a pile of rubble - and dead bodies.

"Sergeant, over here!"

Joseph swung around, it was Max, blood running from his face and clotting his uniform. He looked about to collapse.

"Max!" Joseph cried out, "Is there anyone else."
"What happened?" was the reply.
Joseph sighed and ran over to his fellow soldier, and kept him on his feet.
"Are there any others?"
"Who?"
"Survivors."

The young german looked around the pile of debris. He then shook his head.
"No sergeant, it's just us three, just us three." He trailed off and fainted.

Joseph picked him up and placed him next to Karl. He then sat down on a pile of bricks next to his two soldiers. He put his head in his hands. This wasn't supposed to happen, it was supposed to be a clear, clean strike through Soviet poland, not gruelling city fights. He looked up, rattles of gunfire came from further reaches of the city, smoke painted the sky black, only displaced by fires of red. Sgt . Joseph Herbreighter looked around; this was his Lvov, his city, his hell.
 
Very, very good looking AAR so far, Edge of a Knife.

Keep it up!
 
mmm, excellent!
 
Really good!
Keep this up, and good luck with Barbarossa!:D
 
Edge of a Knife: chefportnen: Campaign - With the Barbarossa Scenario you can't take all of Russia

splendid ! ! :D

awesome writing ! !
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A small note beforehand:

a) w00t! 50th post!! :D I'm now a sergeant!! All bow in terror before me!! :p :D :p

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Chapter I: The fall of Lvov
Closing the Trap

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The Tanks rushed forward across the open ground, streaming at full pelt. Burning every last drop of fuel for the chase. The two halves of Panzer Group I had been split and were given orders to encircle Lvov and trap any remaining Communist troops who hadn't yet escaped. Then the open fields of the Ukraine would be wide open for the Germans to take, the sheer pace of the Panzers would surely break Russian Spirit.

The German Tank commanders recieved orders from their Captain. Russian BT-7's were rushing to the field, trying to pry the jaws of the trap open. But the Panzers would be ready for them. The tanks loaded their guns, and continued driving at full speed. Eventually, Russian tanks were sighted, gained ground faster and faster. But the Panzers were ready for them, and they struck first.

Shots rang out across the field. Russian tanks lit up in flames, and exploded like fireworks. The Soviet tanks returned fire, but it was no use. They knew they would be beaten. A few German tanks were stopped, but at the end of the short engagment the Soviet Tanks had been decisivley beaten. The panzers continued their rush to close the trap. There would be more engagments like these, and they were looking forward to them.

The jaws of trap were very nearly closed...

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Lt . Joseph Herbreighter! Hah! Lt . Joseph Herbreighter! He couldn't believe that. He had called an artillery strike on his own troops, killed all but two of them and only taking away a drop from the endless pool of Soviet Manpower. But the Officers had not only promoted him, but given him command of a company! filled it with new troops, new uniforms and new weapons. And he would be sent straight back into the conflict.

He really didn't have time for this, he had to stop and contemplate his losses. Freidrich, one of his friends; Paul, a promising recruit, Hermann; a confident soldier; Franz, a very old friend. But they had sent him straight back with new troops that he didn't even know. He had promoted Karl to Sergeant, and Max to Corporal (though in effect Max was acting sergeant due to Karl's wound), since they were the only ones he knew.

Him, his friend and some other soldiers were in this truck, racing forward to catch the retreating Russians. His other troops were in other vehicles to his left and right. They were closing on the retreating Infantry, and would be engaging them in a few minutes, probably. Joseph knew that this would probably be the last action of the Lvov campaign, and then the Ukraine, and all the rewards that it has, would be theirs for the taking.

He didn't really know his new troops. He had only bothered too learn a few of their names, and he had forgotten most of those. He hoped that things would get better, but in this massive war, he couldn't really see how. He was already contemplating this when he smelt it - The stench of battle. The smoke of guns and fire, and of dead bodies. It was probably overwhelming for some of the new recruits, but not him; he had already seen enough death.

"Right, listen up, all of you!" he said "We're only a two minutes away from the front - at most. So, when we disembark, remember: Rule Number One: shoot anything, anything! that isn't German. Rule Number Two don't die. Rule Number Three: remember rule number two." He sat back down again. The only other face he knew in this vehicle was Max's, he hoped Karl would recover soon. He really needed his support now, more than ever.

He could now easily hear the gunfire, ringing in his ears. He took his Karabiner rifle, and added a few bullets, and loaded. MP40's were only really effective at short range. In an open situation, rifles were much more effective than sub-machine guns. "All right everyone." he cried as he loaded the final bullets, "take them down, take them all down!" He heard rifles being loaded all around him. "Is everyone ready? Ja? Right then, disembark!"

He leapt out of the truck with his rifle, and started advanced slowly across the field. It seemed to be a Soviet Farmer's field. And there was a house and barn to his right, but that didn't matter now. The Soviet rearguard was right infront of him, holding the other Germans back, pinning them down and trying to let their comrades escape, but they probably wouldn't make it. Joseph would make sure of that anyway.

His troops were behind him. He called out Max.

"Max, you get to the platoon on your right and tell them to cover the central one. And you," he pointed to a young man "Tell the same to the platoon on our left."

The two men rushed away, eager to let battle commence. Joseph hated this part the most, the fear before the real gunfire started, when you were out trying to kill the enemy. Soon he would be aiming to take mens lives, something he would never have done 10 years ago - but now, things were different. And anyway, this was war. And in war people die. He turned to his new soldiers.

"Ok. All of you are with me. The Soviets have tried to set up a rearguard, but we're going to break it. So, are flanking platoons will directed fire and the enemy directly in front of us, and we will shoot at anyone left in the line and take that area, that should break them. Don't just lie in ground firing pot - shots. You'll never do anything that way."

With that he turned, a stalked over to a large group of crops, he crouched slowly, found his target, and pulled on the trigger. Quickly pulling the gun handle, he squeezed of another bullet, before settling to reload. He had seen two Soviets fall, but they were probably only wounded. They would need to get closer to have any real effect. His platoon was following his lead, taking shots, but being inexperienced, they were mostly unacurrate.

Max was leading the platoon on his right with great command, keeping his group under control; waiting till the Russians let their guards down before firing. Looking to his left, he saw the leaderless platoon firing shot after shot at the enemy, but were just wrapping themselves in smoke, with no any real effect. Max sighed, boy did they have a lot to learn about war. Oh well, some cover was better than none.

Joseph ran forward, firing one shot, and then getting to the next patch of crops. In some places though, there was no cover, so the answer was to keep moving. Keeping firing at the same time of course, and getting slowly closer to the retreating Russians. His platoon were keeping up with him all the time. Joseph smiled, perhaps they would perform better than he had hoped. That would be good.

"Ok, they don't seem to want to retreat." Fools, he thought to himself. "So, while they are reloading, we are going to rush at that line. The combined fire of the other two platoons should give us enough time to reach them. So if you have MP40's, load them now." Joseph quickly got his ready, soon it would get nasty.

"Ok men...NOW!"

Joseph dashed across the open ground, MP40 in hand. His platoon hesitated for a few moments, but then followed him on the charge. There were some paniced shouts in Russian from the enemy end. "Now Max, Now!" Joseph shouted and signalled towards the enemy. An enoughs cloud of smoke erupted from the supporting platoon on the right. The one on the left soon caught on and followed suit.

But not all the Russians ducked - or died. Plenty of them were still there, firing with outdated rifles or pistols. A few Joseph's troops fell down dead in the charge, cut down. But almost all of them were still there when they jumped over the Soviet's ramshackle defences. Joseph sprayed the surrounding area with MP40 fire and looked around for any more enemy soldiers in the surrounding area.

He couldn't see any, most of the other Soviets were too shocked to do anything; staring at the men who had simply run right over their defences. Joseph turned around, "Now Max, bring your men up!" His sergeant, and friend, quickly marshalled his troops and rushed towards the Soviets facing minimal enemy fire. The left supporting platoon ran straight for the enemy as well. Joseph smiled, his troops seemed to be improving.

"Alright, Men. Start clearing the area and get them on the run!!"

Joseph ran down the right of the line, Firing as he went. Three Soviet troops, tightly packed together, fell down dead. Others turned to shoot, but we cut down by other Germans. The defences were surely about to collapse, Joseph thought. He reloaded his weapon and turned to fight some more Russians who had not yet retreated from their clearly doomed position. Well, they would pay the price for that.

A minute or two passed as he went down, shooting any Russians left in the field. Most of them were in full flight. Some only pausing to take a shot, and then continue running. Joseph launched himself around a patch of crops and turned to his next enemy. But it was Max, bruised from the tense fighting. Who simply smiled. Joseph laughed, this had been easier than he had expected. Max put an arm over his shoulder.

"Well sir, it looks like we have them on the run." he said.
"Yes, it does. They are all running from us." Joseph replied.
"Do you think the Panzers have closed the pocket by now?"
"Easily, they are only running to more Germans."
"So how many men have we trapped?"
"I don't know, a few brigades, perhaps even a division."
"This is a great day for the Wehrmacht!" Max commented
"Yes Max, it really is. Round up the troops, we'll regroup here and wait for the trucks to come along."

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Yes! They had done it, they had done it! There had only been a few minor skirmishes with Soviet Tanks, which had all been convincingly defeated. But now the two arms of the Panzer Army had closed, and the Soviets were trapped! The chase had been one, and it looked very close. Russian troops were already massing on the horizon.

The Tank Commanders checked the battlefield orders. They were too order the Russian prisoners into groups. The Tanks slowly rolled forwards towards their prey. As they got closer, agonised moans of disbelief rose from the crowd of Soviets. They had already got the message, and had started to bunch together and drop their weapons.

A few thousand prisoners already! This may take a long time, but the Panzers were ready. The Russians had no choice, trapped, they had dropped most of their weapons to try and escape the Sixth Army already close on their heels. Now that this Major enemy force had been eliminated, only Kirponos's South West Soviet Army stood between them and Kiev. Soviet Russia's third largest city, and that would fall like the rest of them. Like shards of glass.

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Joseph and Max sat together in the truck moving towards the Army rendevous point. They just sat their smiling. They had broken the rearguard, the last line of resistance. Now their was nothing to stop Joseph's company; for as far as they knew, they were all but invincible. But the driver's at the front soon brought a stop to the rare moment of peace through the turbulent sea of war.

"Are you Lt . Joseph Herbreighter?"
"Yes"
"Message from the advance field hospital. Sgt. Karl Anstuchz has been cleared and is now fit for active service."
"danke!"
"That's ok, and oh, we are about half an hour from the rendevous point now."
"Excellent."

Joseph turned to Max, his smile now beaming, and bigger than ever.

"So where to now?" Joseph asked
"Where to." Max replied
"Into the Ukraine!" Joseph shouted. The two men laughed together, their joy had returned. Surely nothing could go wrong with their war now.
 
Edge of a Knife: ..."Into the Ukraine!" Joseph shouted. The two men laughed together, their joy had returned. Surely nothing could go wrong with their war now.

today, the Ukraine ! ! :)

tomorrow, the Soviet Union ! ! :D

then, the World ! ! :D :D

magnificent updates ! !
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