From the Sea of Azov northward, crackling flames licked the tortured face of Russia. In anger and frustration the retreating Wehrmacht was setting to the torch the villages and towns it could no longer hold. And as the fiery line moved to the west, it traced, as nothing else could, the path of the Nazi flight.
For this angry gesture the Germans found time. They also found time to sow mines with a generous hand. Cautious Red sappers, one Soviet Union officer reported, gingerly disconnected booby traps from chimney pots, sacks of potatoes, haystacks, fresh loaves of...
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