At night, the sound of gunfire in the city of Kiev became weak.

It was already eleven o'clock in the evening, and the headquarters of the Central Front were still brightly lit on the east bank of the Dnieper River.

Khrushchev's eyes were covered with spider-web-like bloodshots, and his dry eyes were stinging from time to time, but he could only blink constantly to relieve his discomfort.

"The Germans captured about one-tenth of the city, and the speed was faster than we thought. At present, the Germans in the north were progressing slower, while the Germans in the central and southern regions were progressing faster." Khrushchev said.

The commander of the front army, General Yevremov, said: "Let them go deeper. When our people and them become a group, their artillery and air force will not dare to bomb the city unscrupulously. By that time, our opportunity will come."

"Well, that's it. Our pressure is too great. We have to withstand Klester in the north, cooperate with friendly forces to eliminate Rommel in the east, and defend Kiev... No, I have to call Kilbonos again and ask him to send reinforcements as soon as possible." Khrushchev said.

The two people had a clear division of labor. Yevremov went to study combat strategies with the staff, while Khrushchev called the Southwest Front Command.

"Dear Comrade Kilbonos, when will you arrive at the 284th Infantry Division you seconded to us?" Khrushchev asked.

On the phone, General Kilbonos cursed: "You bastard, you are not satisfied with taking the 62nd Army from me. You go to the General Secretary to report the crime. You want to leave me a complete infantry division. You might as well just assign the Southwest Front to yours. I will resist Guderian in the west and besiege Rommel in the east. You will be the one who is behind me at this time. If my front collapses, you will be half responsible."

Khrushchev's facial muscles twitched a few times after being squirted by General Kilbonos. Kilbonos, who had always had a good temper, would become like this. It seems that he was under a lot of pressure.

After waiting for Kilbonos to vent his anger, Khrushchev said, "I promise, this is the last time, the 284th Infantry Division..."

"It should be almost there now. Don't bother me again. I don't want to hear you."

Listening to the busy tone on the phone, Khrushchev shrugged, sighed, and hung up the phone.

An hour and a half later, on the river-crossing bridge connecting the east and west banks of the city of Kiev, the soldiers of the 1027th Regiment of the 284th Infantry Division lined up in neat rows and walked quickly across the bridge.

In the queue, Sergeant Kulikov said, "It was beyond my expectations that the Germans would leave a bridge for us."

"Yes, I thought we were going to swim across the Dnieper River, but I didn't expect to walk over. I really want to thank the Germans. Although I was from a navy, I wouldn't want to make myself wet." Second Lieutenant Vasily Zaitsev said.

Two young soldiers followed the large army and walked around the city of Kiev and finally moved to the north of Kiev.

Looking at the broken buildings, rugged roads, heavily guarded fortifications and soldiers, Lieutenant Zaitsev said: "Those Germans should pray at this time, and it is best not to appear within five hundred meters of my side."

The 284th Division arrived in the north of Kiev and was assigned to the Fifteenth Infantry Army of the Fifteenth Infantry Army to strengthen the infantry army that had suffered heavy casualties in the war for several days.

Before entering the position, the two officers questioned all the way to find Zaitsev.

After confirming Vasily Zaitsev's full name and unit, the lieutenant led took off the Mosinnagan rifle behind him and handed it to Zaitsev.

"Comrade Commander said that the young man named Zaitsev has the best marksmanship in the regiment. You should use this guy to let those Germans follow you to learn marksmanship, and it is best to go to hell to learn."

Under Kulikov's envious gaze, Zaitsev took the Mosinna rifle equipped with a scope, weighed it in his hand a few times behind him.

"Comrade Lieutenant, please thank the comrade commander for me. I will let the marks fill the entire stock."

According to the habits of snipers, every time an enemy is killed, a scratch will be drawn on the butt stock.

The lieutenant nodded in praise and turned away.

After the 1027th Regiment entered the divided block, Captain Daninov, the company commander, called Zaitsev and Kulikov to the company headquarters.

"I already know the fact that the regiment commander gave you a sniper rifle. To express my congratulations, I will also give you a gift. You don't have to station a fixed position like other comrades, you can go anywhere you want. You just have to report to me once a day. Comrade Kulikov, follow him and don't let him get lost in the city of Kiev."

After the explanation, the two were kicked out of the company.

Looking at the city of Kiev under the night sky, Zaitsev and Kulikov suddenly discovered that the company commander was an old bird.

"Have you been to Kiev before?" Zaitsev asked.

"No."

"I haven't been here, where are we going to find the German?" Zaitsev said, scratching his broad forehead.

Kulikov also discovered that in the huge city of Kiev, the two became lost lambs.

Fortunately, the two of them have a pretty smart head and are not lost. The simple problem is difficult to get lost.

There were many citizens in the city. The two of them found the nearby militia organization and immediately received warm reception after telling the problem.

The result of the warm reception was that there was a petite figure in the team of the two.

"Tania, how far do we have to go?"

"By turning the building in front, it is the front line of the battle." said the young female soldier named Tanya.

"Okay, let's find a good place," Zaitsev said.

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After a hard battle, Lieutenant Rabin finally led his subordinates to clear the remaining soldiers in the building. When he turned around, he found that there were only 14 people left in the platoon.

After giving the company commander a report that needed additional troops, Lieutenant Rabin and his subordinates stayed in the building, preparing to face tomorrow's battle.

It was quite quiet overnight, and no night attacks happened.

As soon as the sky was dawn, two people from the rear were in groups, carrying stainless steel barrels on their backs, and brought the hot food they needed to Lieutenant Rabin.

Drinking the hot sausage and mushroom soup and chewing bread, Lieutenant Rabin walked to the window and stuck it against the wall to look southeast of the city.

What comes into view is the endless high-rise building.

It took me half a day to get this tall building yesterday. There are so many buildings in front of me. When will I fight?

Retracting his gaze, Lieutenant Rabin leaned against the wall, chewing the sausage and bread, feeling that his physical strength was recovering clearly.

On the wall opposite the window, Abraham also stuck to the wall, enjoying a cigarette after a meal, stuffing the happy life of living gods.

"It's dawn, when will we start attacking?" Abraham asked.

"Waiting for the company commander's order."

“Where is our next goal?”

Abraham stretched out his head and looked out the window with a shaking head.

"It should be a building in your sight."

Lieutenant Rabin said vaguely by stuffing the remaining sausage into his mouth, but he received no answer, and he got a gunshot.

With his cheeks puffed up, he looked at Abraham who was lying on his back and rushing to him. After a few seconds, Lieutenant Rabin was standing still, swallowing the sausage in his mouth with difficulty, squatted down, gently stroked his left hand, and closed Abraham's right eye without any recession.
Chapter completed!