Southern Russia, March 11, 1943
Overhead Yaks clashed with Junkers. Messchersmitts jumped Illusyshins. Focke Wolfes patrolled looking for Migs and Bell products. Pyres marked where a pilot got lucky and his opponent was unlucky. They were scattered up and down the front. Sometimes there would be clump after a squadron got jumped and then there would be nothing for miles. Other times, a single machine had been brought down.
Beneath a string of flying tanks, a dozen diesel fires burned out of control. A counterattack failed in empty wheat fields. Eighty German tanks were hit hard and fast by one hundred and ten Soviet tanks. The first few minutes were brutal as gunners fired at anything that looked like an opponent. Big guns raked targets at knife fighting ranges. One Panzer IV was destroyed by a trio of shells fired at penalty shot range. However, the veterans of the Eastern Front responded to the surprise better than the attackers could respond to their response. Artillery and mortars soon separated the Soviet infantry from their tanks, and then German platoons began to hunt as packs. By nightfall, the counter-attack that had initial success had been pushed back another seven miles.
Miles to the north, an armored car company paused. Machine guns started to fire. Half a dozen running men fell to the ground awkwardly. The rest went to the ground deliberately. Soon rifle shots pinged off the steel armor of the light armored cars. A radio call was made. The panzergrenadier battalion half an hour behind the scouts would be able to chase the Red Army quartermasters and truck drivers further off the road. The scouts soon continued to advance through a small cross road hamlet of two dozen battered and ramshackle houses and three common buildings. There were no civilians. Some had left when the Heer had surged east in the summer. More had left as the front line came back west during the Red Army’s winter counter-offensive. And the few remaining survivors had run into the fields once they heard hundreds of guns fire and almost a thousand tanks rumble towards them.
Further to the south, a rifle division curved and curled in on itself. Outposts had been overrun by the German spearpoints, but battalions and companies backed by anti-tank guns and thick minefields had been holding onto a few small crossroads. The soldiers in these pockets had taken the time that they had once the spearheads passed and before the motorized infantry and self propelled artillerly could come up to improve their positions. Hasty trenches, and interlocking fields of fire from mutually supporting machine gun pits began to appear before nightfall.
Thirty seven miles to the east, a mechanized corps began to move forward. Scouts were arrayed in a broad line looking for contact even as the tank crews scanned the horizon. Their objective was the narrow neck of land between the German shock troops and their main body.