The point of departure for the attack.
When the artillery batteries in the rear began firing, the ground itself trembled.
The T34 tanks, painted with snow camouflage, formed a loose formation to cross the river. Tank operators all emerged from the hatches, looking back.
"Good lord, this is more than enough for the Prosen devils."
"I heard we've concentrated thousands of pieces of heavy artillery. General Rocosov said he wants to erase the enemy's trenches directly from their positions."
"Really? Is that true? Wouldn't that shave off three meters of soil from the positions?"
At that moment, a messenger on horseback raced down from upstream, shouting as he rode, "Start your engines, start your engines! Final check! Start your engines!"
As the messenger passed by, the roar of engines came to life, and tank exhaust pipes spewed thick black smoke.
The entire river bank was filled with the thunderous sound of engines, at times even drowning out the noise of the artillery.
