Chapter 36 The Dense Fog Lifts

Yegorov was not in his division headquarters at that time but had, like Rocossov, run to the front lines and joined the guards' first tank battalion.

His chief of staff, Alexandria, and Pavlov were just as powerless and furious, and after unsuccessfully trying to persuade him, the military bishop also rushed over, saying he was prepared to physically restrain him before he personally led a charge.

Yegorov stubbornly insisted, "I won't be leading a charge in the flesh; I'm not Major General Rocossov. I know my limits."

The bishop looked at him askance, "Oh really? Do you now?"

Just as Yegorov was about to speak, he suddenly furrowed his brow, "Hold on a second!"

He looked toward the city where at that time the fog was still thick, rendering anything beyond five meters invisible.

Bishop: "What's wrong?"

"Hush! Do you hear that engine sound?"

"No, isn't it the sound of our tanks' engines?"