World War II: Starting from the Defeat, I Reconstructed My Faith on the Eastern Front

Fighting of wits + counterattack + decisive killing + passion + no system There were only two kinds of people on the Eastern Front in 1941: those who were fleeing and those who were about to flee. When Zhou Yan, the top special forces commander of Country C, crossed over, the company had just been broken up and the political commissar took the lead in running away. He picked up the flag dropped by the political commissar and said something to the remaining people: I won't lie to you that you will survive. I only promise to tell you the direction before running. No one believed him. But three days later, thirty-seven people followed him out of the gap in the German encirclement. A month later, three hundred men under him learned how to shoot tanks with rifles. A year later, three thousand people shouted the same sentence in the ruins of Stalingrad: We will fight wherever Zhou Yan points. The year the war ended, someone asked him how he did it. He said: I didn't do anything, I just ran five minutes later than them.