Dorokhovo, Russian Western Front Army Headquarters. Now, the entire Area Army Headquarters had descended into chaos. Marshal Voroshilov, the commander, was left frazzled and overwhelmed by report after report.
On the front line, German Army Group B had launched another massive offensive. The front line, which had only just been stabilized with great difficulty, was torn open by the Germans once more. The German steel torrent was crushing down upon the Russian army. It felt as though the Russian Western Front Army would soon be ground completely into pieces.
What was even more fatal was that German Army Group C had not directly attacked Moscow as they had expected, nor had it locked horns with Moscow's defenders. Instead, it had swung around to outflank the rear of the Western Front Army. To the Russian Western Front Army, this was like a bolt from the blue. Before they had even made preparations, they discovered that they had somehow fallen into the encirclement of two powerful German army groups. What awaited them might well be annihilation at German hands.
"Damn it, how could this happen? Why did the Germans turn a blind eye to Moscow and attack us instead?" Marshal Voroshilov was furious. In his view, Moscow was already laid out before the Germans. They should have attacked Moscow. After all, Joseph and the other high-ranking officials of Buru were still in Moscow! Attacking Moscow was clearly more valuable than attacking them.
Yet the German military's actions had completely exceeded their expectations. They had actually made the Western Front Army their primary target.
"Comrade Commander, the situation is extremely unfavorable to us now. The armored forces of German Army Group B are fiercely attacking our front line. Our troops simply cannot hold them back. The troops are collapsing, and our losses are