Chapter 86

According to my opinion, if personnel are to be transferred, Lieutenant felstov and instructor Pavlov are the best candidates. They are fully qualified for the positions of company commander and instructor in one company. As a result, this proposal was rejected by political commissar yegorov. His reason was that the station was the key point of the division's defense zone. Second lieutenant, they should stick to their posts to prevent German sneak attacks. As for the personnel participating in the inspection, they should be transferred from the troops currently in the second line.

Since he has said so, I can only keep silent even if I have no more opinions. So I let him and krochkov choose the people to refer to, and I stay in the division headquarters to chat with Panfilov.

Because Stalin could be seen in close range during the inspection, the soldiers showed great enthusiasm after learning the news and did not want to miss this rare opportunity. It took them nearly an hour to select 200 soldiers and temporarily appoint company commanders and instructors of three companies.

But when the car that headquarters sent to pick us up arrived, all the people were surprised. There were only three and a half ton trucks. That is to say, in addition to a few commanders including me, only 80 soldiers went to the Red Square parade, and the rest had to stay.

Seeing all this, Panfilov stood there with an iron face and said nothing. Yegorov came up to him and said in a low voice, "Comrade division commander, do you think we should call Comrade Zhukov of the front army headquarters and ask him to ask the headquarters to send us some more trucks?"

"No, it's right to arrange the base camp like this. If our division sends too many people to participate in the inspection, the defensive forces will be empty and give the enemy a chance." When Panfilov finished saying this, he stopped for a while, and then he said with some embarrassment, "now it seems that only half of the people can go, what do you think should be arranged?"

Yegorov frowned and thought about it, then shook his head and said, "it's not easy to do, sir. It's not easy to do any ideological work. After all, it's not always possible to see Comrade Stalin at close range." At this point, he turned to ask krochkov, "Comrade political instructor, what do you think should be done?"

Krochkov was silent for a moment. He seemed to be thinking about what he should do and how he should solve the problem. Finally, he shrugged and said, "I don't have the best of both worlds."

Panfilov looked at me and said, "Comrade oshanina, do you have any good idea?"

I nodded, did not speak, but directly went to the front of the line of four, said loudly: "attention! At my command, all of you, count

"One, two, three, four, five..." the soldiers began to count.

When the count was over, I announced: "the soldier who reported the count, move forward!"

With my command, half of the soldiers in each column took a step forward, and then all eyes looked at me, waiting for my next command.

"Even numbered soldiers, turn back." Seeing the soldiers turning back in unison, I then finished the command: "target: barracks. Walk together Although I can only see the back of the soldiers leaving, I know that their faces must be filled with disappointment, but there is no way. Who told the base camp to send only three cars, but someone still has to stay.

"Well done!" The teacher came and patted me on the shoulder and said with approval. But he looked at the rest of the team and said with some worry, "there are only 80 soldiers in the car, but there are still 100 people here. What about the 20 more?"

"It doesn't matter. Although there are more people, they can squeeze together in order to meet Comrade Stalin." Then I asked the soldiers loudly, "do you think so?"

"Yes Hundreds of throats agree with me.

"OK, let's go!" Then the division commander turned to krochkov and ordered, "you still have a long way to go. Go and command the soldiers to get on the bus."

Krochkov saluted, ran to the truck and called out in a loud voice, "all of you, get in the car I raised my hand to salute the division commander and political commissar, and then quickly ran to the truck.

I was sitting in the cab of the front car, with the driver on the left and krochkov on the right. Shortly after the car left, krochkov's strength of wine seemed to come up again. He fell asleep on my shoulder. I pushed him a few times. Seeing that he didn't have any reaction, I didn't disturb his sleep any more.

The driver looked ahead and drove with all his attention. He didn't want to talk to me at all. I began to shut my eyes. With my eyes closed, I remembered what krochkov said just now when he received the Medal: "serve the motherland of the Soviet Union!" He bit the word "motherland" very hard, which made me feel very uncomfortable. I can't help thinking about an important question: who am I? Where is my motherland?

If I am the real Rita, then the Soviet Union is my motherland; But I still haven't fully adapted to the role of Rita, or even to my current female identity. Let me regard the Soviet Union as my motherland. I really can't do it. In my heart, my motherland will always be an ancient civilized country in the Far East, which is being invaded by the Japanese aggressors. What does it matter to me who wins or loses, the Soviet Union or Germany? Although the German invaders have never been able to step into Moscow and conquer the country. But decades later, in Moscow, there were a group of young people with shaved heads, dressed in * * uniforms, marching on the streets, holding up * * hands and shouting "long live Hitler". What a funny thing it is that those new revolutionaries, not the Germans, are the descendants of those soldiers who fought with the German army behind me!

If I had not foreseen the final outcome of the war, knew that Germany would be defeated in the end, and the Soviet Union was one of the final winners, I would not have fought so hard in many battles. I could have led my troops to surrender to the German army under the unfavorable situation, just like the German major von Tolman did a few days ago. However, in the current situation, I can only stand on the side of the Soviet Union. What I fight for my motherland is just a slogan. My motherland is China, not the Soviet Union. All the battles we are fighting today are just for our own survival.