When the sun rose from the horizon again, the Russian soldiers of the Donetsk Division had to start a busy and arduous journey. The camp cooks began to prepare breakfast, and they threw large portions of dried vegetables, fish noodles and other things into the pot. A chef worked hard to stir the paste-like mixture in the pot with a long-handled spoon. The others took out bags of rusks and distributed them to each soldier.

Take bun sticks like wooden sticks, and then go to another place to get today's canned food and butter, and finally take the soup basin to serve a bowl of vegetable soup next to the big pot. Find a place to sit and have a good meal. This is already a difficult enjoyment for Russian soldiers of this era. After all, it is rare for officers to deduct military rations and increase meat and fat.

The entire camp became noisy when the sun was fully raised. The Russian soldiers who had just eaten their fill began to pack up the camp and prepare to set off. Today, their mission was to advance another 18 kilometers. According to the commander, if you walk like this for another 3 days, you can fight with the Germans. "If you move faster, you can rush home to harvest wheat after the war is over." Makhno said while gnawing on the black bread in his hand.

"They seem to be eating!" On a hill 5 kilometers away, a square Hufeng-style assault gun drove to the top of the mountain. With the sound of metal twisting, the hatch on the upper part of the car opened. The pioneer of the Bavarian armored forces, who already has the reputation of armored brown bears, Lieutenant Colonel Mike, the first generation of Bavarian chariot commander, climbed out of the narrow car body, and then picked up the 8x Zeiss telescope in his hand to observe everything in the distance.

What I encountered was about a regiment of troops and a small number of cavalry. They were close to a stream, as if for the convenience of getting water. They did not have too many artillery soldiers, and in theory they should be an advance corps of a division. According to the Russians' marching configuration, their main force should be not far behind!

"Prepare to send a report." As a commander of an advance corps, the first thing he did when he encountered the enemy was to objectively inform his boss of the battlefield situation, rather than just letting go without saying a word. Of course, Mike has the most elite chariot troops in Bavaria, but at the same time, more importantly, he is the eye of the legion. What is really terrifying is the entire assault division, not just himself.

"Our army has encountered the Russian army after 15 kilometers deep into the Russian border. They are currently in a marching state. The vanguard troops have not been launched. Our troops will eat the opponent's vanguard troops as planned. It is expected that the battle will be over in half an hour. We will contact the main force of the opponent's division at noon today. I hope the headquarters can call back before 10 o'clock!" After dictating the telegram, Mike retracted his chariot and began to contact his subordinates. The battle was about to break out.

Just as the Eniger cipher machine translated the telegram into a cipher text, Mike's Lancers battle group had already completed the assembly. As the vanguard unit of the entire army and even the entire legion, the configuration of this battle group was completely exceeding the standard. A complete independent armored battalion, coupled with the two motorized infantry battalions, also had additional self-propelled artillery companies and affiliated reconnaissance units. A brown bear completely armed with machinery and guns began to launch, but the enemy in front of him was really not worth mentioning...

"Tank Assault!" With the issuance of offensive orders, an attack front line composed of more than 20 tanks quickly rushed towards the Russian army who were having breakfast!

"What?!" A Russian soldier looked at the black dots moving rapidly on the horizon in the distance and put down the bread in his hand. Flashes of thunder sounded from afar. Some soldiers even lay on the ground and could quickly feel the vibration of the earth!

"It's the cavalry! German cavalry!" Under the curse and order of the officers, the Russian soldiers quickly threw away the bread and soup basins in their hands to prepare for battle in platoons. A machine gun was pushed to the front of the position, and the regiment artillery also began to be released and deployed. The cavalry jumped on horseback and raised their swords to prepare for assault from the side. However, facing the steel knights of the new era, these preparations were useless!

When the distance was closer to 1 kilometer, the Russians were surprised to find that they were not facing German cavalry, but an indescribable demon that emerged from hell! The dull sound of the long 75mm cannon and the sound of machine gun shooting like tearing the oil cloth instantly filled the entire battlefield. A barrage of flames and steel hit the Russians' defensive position like a wall.

Flying shrapnel and flames quickly harvested the enemy's lives like the sickle of the god of death. The defense line formed by the Russians was completely paper-stuffed in the face of these steel gods that spanned the era. The rolling barrage quickly advanced with the advancement of the armored units, crushing everything they encountered. Most Russian soldiers could only fire at the target in despair, and then waited for a few seconds to be killed by shells or bullets, or even simply rolled into the track and turned into a ball of minced meat.

"God, these German demons are so terrible!" The so-called resistance lasted less than 10 minutes. When Mike led his squad to directly penetrate the Russian camp, he was surprised to find that in just 8 minutes, there was no Russian standing in the entire camp. Most of them became corpses next to their way forward. A small number of people were still lying on their backs and moaning. The remaining people threw away the rifles in their hands, hugged in a corner, and then allowed the German motorized infantry to drive them to the side.

"This is the end?!" The next-generation racing party, who was still unsatisfied, jumped out of the chariot, and then called the correspondent boredly: "Tell us the head, and the battle has been resolved, and the soup for the Russian breakfast is still hot. If nothing unexpected happens, we can go to the main Russian division for lunch."

30 kilometers away, Baron Schmidt's staff had summarized the collected information and marked the latest updates of the Russian army in the middle on the sand table. When the information of Armored Mike was sent, a more detailed situation map was presented to the Baron.

The assault corps in the middle route was already moving forward a little faster. At this moment, the troops directly commanded by Schmidt had cut into the junction of the Russian Fifth and Sixth legions like a nail. The armored Mike should have encountered the Donetsk Division, and there should be a division a little south of this division. This division is the 17th Division of the 9th Army of the Russian Fifth Army, which is said to be a heavy-mounted division with a certain amount of large-caliber artillery.

"Contact the headquarters and seek air support, we are ready to have a big fight!"
Chapter completed!