"Charge! Great Buru warriors, charge! The enemy will surely be defeated by us! Comrade Joseph is watching us from the Kremlin, waiting for news of our victory!" a political officer shouted.
Driven by his exhortation, countless Russian soldiers courageously launched their charge. At that moment, their faces were filled with fanaticism, as though they had forgotten the cold and ignored the hail of bullets around them.
"Pfft!"
A bullet struck the political officer. He clutched his chest and fell into the snow. Yet this not only failed to frighten the Russian soldiers; it further stirred their courage.
The thick snow greatly slowed the charging Russian soldiers. A distance they could originally have crossed in minutes now took two or three times as long. This made them even more vulnerable to Allied fire during their charge.
The vast majority of the Russian soldiers fell before they even reached the Allied positions. Their corpses lay on the ground, soon covered by thick snowflakes. Even those Russian soldiers lucky enough to reach the Allied defensive line could not break through it. Having run through the snow for so long, they were already exhausted. Allied soldiers could kill them with ease.
The Russian 19th Army Corps, 20th Army Corps, 21st Army Corps, and 22nd Army Corps had deployed more than a hundred thousand men to attack merely two Infantry Divisions of the 1st Belarusian Army Corps and two Infantry Divisions of the 3rd Polish Army Corps. Yet they achieved virtually nothing. Other than depleting the enemy's ammunition, they left only corpses carpeting the ground.
Even with an absolute advantage in manpower, the Russians still could not reverse the situation. The Allied defenses had been carefully constructed, and their stockpiles of war supplies were abundant. No matter how the Russians tried to wear them down,