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The Eastern Front: World War II, #6
The Eastern Front: World War II, #6
The Eastern Front: World War II, #6
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The Russians were advancing on all fronts ...

Millions of German soldiers did not understand that those ragged and dirty Russian soldiers, who had pushed the vicinity of Moscow, to the other side of the Volga and to the oil regions of Baku; those men who fled or fell prisoners by the millions, in a concept of mass that no European could conceive, were now launching themselves on the German troops and those of their allies, with an unprecedented power.

The world shook to the beat of the fighting on the Eastern front.

Millions of beings were there engaged in the most colossal battle in history.

German soldiers, hungry, poorly dressed, exposed to freezing, malnourished and low on ammunition, clung to the ground in the hope of preventing the enemy from setting foot on Germany.

 

 

The Eastern Front is a story belonging to the World War II collection, a series of war novels developed in World War II.

 

LanguageEnglish
Release dateMar 15, 2022
ISBN9798201675189
The Eastern Front: World War II, #6

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    The Eastern Front - Richard G. Hole

    The Eastern Front

    A World War II Novel

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    Richard G. Hole

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    World War II

    @ Richard G. Hole, 2022

    Cover: @Pixabay - Alexfas, 2022

    All rights reserved.

    Total or partial reproduction of the work is prohibited without the express authorization of the copyright owner.

    SYNOPSIS

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    The Russians were advancing on all fronts ...

    Millions of German soldiers did not understand that those ragged and dirty Russian soldiers, who had pushed the vicinity of Moscow, to the other side of the Volga and to the oil regions of Baku; those men who fled or fell prisoners by the millions, in a concept of mass that no European could conceive, were now launching themselves on the German troops and those of their allies, with an unprecedented power.

    The world shook to the beat of the fighting on the Eastern front.

    Millions of beings were there engaged in the most colossal battle in history.

    German soldiers, hungry, poorly dressed, exposed to freezing, malnourished and low on ammunition, clung to the ground in the hope of preventing the enemy from setting foot on Germany.

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    The Eastern Front is a story belonging to the World War II collection, a series of war novels developed in World War II.

    THE EASTERN FRONT

    FOREWORD

    A little further north of the recently conquered Viadsma, Captain Trauber's Company was slowly making its way to the small town of Tepluja.

    Throughout that night, false by the incessant light of the flares and the purple lightning of the shots, the men continued to hit their positions on the snow soiled by the rain that had followed, destroyed by the fatigue of the operations carried out. out and eager to pause, a bit, to be able, at least, to verify that they existed.

    Because, in reality, since they emerged from a flaming Viadsma, with the lonely streets crossed by electrical wires, full of the most heteroclite objects and reeking of the stench of dead horses, their horizon had become a line, which, starting from from their eyes, it crossed the sights of their weapons and ended down there, in the confused panorama in which the silhouettes of the Russian soldiers moved, like fast shadows.

    Outside of that line of fire, nothing, not even the body itself, had manifested itself in a way to believe in its existence. The muscles stiff from the cold and the organism numb from hunger and fatigue, the only thing that lived palpably in them was the desire to move forward that was concentrated in the gaze towards the point of view.

    Behind them the artillery raised a constant thunderclap and animated the air above their hulls in a coming and going of hisses that hooted like swift invisible birds until they became lightning bolts over enemy lines.

    The Russians, having created a withdrawal vacuum behind them, were now offering insistent resistance, as German weapons approached Moscow. The speed that until then had allowed a mechanical war, in which the armored vehicles played the best trick, became with the arrival of the snow, in a raw fight of men who suffered and died to advance a single step on the hard earth.

    Close to the ground like his men, Karl Trauber, surrounded by some non-commissioned officers who served as Staff, anxiously awaited the arrival of dawn to finally jump over the shattered hovels that could be glimpsed in the pale light of the explosions.

    Aware of the state of his boys, the captain wanted to give them a break, however brief, to see again on their dirty and bearded faces, the smile in which every leader clearly reads a spirit of victory.

    The earth seemed to boil in a formidable boil that reached his entrails in a series of convulsions, as if the poor earth were seriously ill, manifesting its pain in those shudders that passed directly to the bodies of the men who were desperately embraced by it.

    "Trauber Company?

    "Yes sir.

    "Get me the captain.

    "Right away.

    "Tell me?

    "This is Commander Strauffer. How's that going, Karl?

    "As always, sir. We are still waiting for dawn to start the assault.

    "Any idea of ​​the enemy forces in front of you?

    "None, my commander.

    "It's okay. However, be very careful when entering Tepluja. It seems that the men of Semurow are camping in these surroundings.

    "The partisan?

    "Yes. Be very careful, Trauber. Let no boy be separated from his unit. He will remember how heroes end up in the hands of that bandit

    "I'll keep that in mind, sir. Does the same time follow for the initiation of the artillery fire?

    "Exactly at six fifty-two. At seven o'clock, we will take the shot to the road and the bridge behind the town. It will be time to jump in, Trauber.

    "Anything else, my commander?

    Nothing, boy. Good chance!", As the English say.

    "Thank you very much, my commander. At your service.

    As always, in the last hours of the night, silence had spread over the front like an omen that heralded the storm that would break out in a few hours. But the calm of the small universe that surrounded them was fraught with danger, since everyone knew that those tremendous hours of waiting were often used for strokes.

    ... It seems that the men of Semurow are camping in these surroundings. Be very careful, Trauber. You will remember how heroes end up in the hands of that bandit ...

    Strauffer's words kept ringing obsessively in Karl's ears. Those words had made him shudder, much to his regret, because they contained a recent experience, a thousand kilometers behind, near the Polish border, in a forest whose only memory was capable of making the hair of any man in the Company stand on end. he could be counted,

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