The Red Army and Its Units Along The Polish Border
In the mid-1930s, the Soviet government started an immense armament program, which resulted in a rapid increase in the number of units. The number of tanks and airplanes along the Polish border grew significantly, and the Soviets enjoyed superiority in all elements. Polish planners anticipated that the Soviets had three times as many soldiers as their own army. The Soviets' superiority in tanks and airplanes was not estimated, but the disproportion was immense. In August 1939 along the Polish border there were likely as many as 173 Red Army infantry divisions (see: Soviet order of battle for invasion of Poland in 1939).
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