EASTERN FRONT: Prongs of Steel

The Russians heaved and sweated to keep step with their western Allies. All along the front Red Army marshals tugged at the handles of giant war prongs, drove jagged tearing teeth into the German lines.

One set of prongs cut up from Hungary and down from Silesia, ripping toward the Bohemian bastion. In three months Colonel General Johannes Friessner had sacrificed four of his eleven armored divisions to drive the Russians back from the southern entrances to this natural fortress.

Generals Forward. But now in Hungary Marshal Fedor I. Tolbukhin, the bull-like, flower-loving Ferdinand of the Red Army, sent the 60 generals...

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