The lull was no lullaby for the nerve-racked Germans. Outside the Crimea, there had been no major Soviet offensive anywhere for six weeks. Swarming like ants all over their hundreds of thousands of square miles of retaken ground, the Reds multiplied and strengthened their supply lines, built new installations, brought up to the front great masses of guns, tanks, ammunition, food, fuel—and men.
The fretful Wehrmacht could feel the accumulation of Soviet power, like the coiling of enormous steel springs.
It was a formidable array of Red generalship that faced the Germans: Konev, Malinovsky and Zhukov in the south; Rokossovsky and...
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