Chapter 242

Surrounded by a group of commanders and fighters, I set foot on the position just occupied by our army. The tanks that our army had been bombed were still burning, and the trenches were crisscrossed on the ground. The trenches were full of corpses. It seems that not long ago, the deadly white-edged battle here was far more dangerous and cruel than what I saw through the telescope.

The soldiers of the guard division are busy cleaning the battlefield. Separate and pile up the corpses of our army and German soldiers collected from the battlefield. The wounded soldiers were simply bandaged by the health soldiers and left by themselves. The seriously wounded were put on stretchers and carried away by two soldiers.

"Comrade General!" As I passed by a stretcher carried by two soldiers, I suddenly heard a gentle cry. I looked around and found that it was the wounded on the stretcher who called me. Instead of lying down, he was lying on the stretcher. As soon as I got closer, I could see clearly that the wounded man lying on the stretcher with his face blackened by gunpowder turned out to be major malafeyev.

I stepped forward, took his outstretched hand, and asked with concern, "Comrade major, what's the matter with you?" When the troops went south, I temporarily enlisted him in the tank brigade. Originally, I wanted him to take advantage of the opportunity to make some contributions, but also to speak well to Vlasov. When the 389th tank division was replenished in the future, I asked him to take over the position of division commander. Unexpectedly, in such a battle in which our army's strength is absolutely superior, he was injured.

"Comrade chief of staff," the health worker standing next to the stretcher saluted me and reported, "Comrade major has a large area of burns on his back. He has three submachine gun bullets in his right leg. He has not hurt the vital part."

Knowing that major malafeyev's injury is not important, I comforted him and said, "Comrade major, your injury is not important. Go to the rear hospital to recuperate. You will be back in the army soon."

"Comrade General," he said timidly, instead of saying his illness, "has our division commander, Colonel buniachenko, heard from us?"

His words left me speechless for a moment. At last, Yushchenko relieved me. He leaned over major malafeyev and said, "Comrade major, please take good care of yourself. We will pay attention to the captain's affairs."

I shook his hand as hard as I could, and some insincerely said, "don't worry, I'll let you know as soon as I hear from your teacher." Then he let go of his hand and waved to the health worker, signaling them to carry the stretcher away.

Malafeyev looked at me for the last time, sighed deeply, then turned his head to one side and lay down again.

I went on, passing by the destroyed and burned tanks, passing by the bodies of our soldiers and German soldiers who had not been cleaned up. I am imagining again: in terms of its intensity and cruelty, what a bloody battle it was, and what a terrible one it was. In this defensive position, there are only two German infantry companies, no more than four or five hundred at most. However, under the circumstances of our artillery attack and tank assault, they still cause us such heavy casualties. If they still have tanks to cooperate, it is also a big problem whether the battle can be ended so quickly.

The fighting didn't stop. From the southeast, there was the sound of shells exploding and the faint sound of machine gun fire - the battle was still going on there, and the 17th infantry brigade and the 44th cavalry division of the 16th army were fighting with the enemy in rialovo.

As I was walking forward, I heard a loud noise from a group of German prisoners who were under the care of our soldiers. I frowned and looked at the place. My original disgust for the Germans increased a bit. I turned my head, but I still kept an eye on the group of prisoners. I told Yushchenko, "Comrade captain, go and see what's going on? If a prisoner wants to make trouble, he should be wiped out physically without being soft handed. "

"Yes Yushchenko agreed excitedly and ran with two soldiers.

As soon as Yushchenko left, chisjakov and several commanders rushed to meet him. Although it's still a long way away, I can see that the commander of 1073 regiment, Lieutenant Colonel chernukov, is following him. The infantry who followed the tank to attack just now were the soldiers of the 1073 regiment.

Colonel chisgakov trotted up to me, stood at attention and saluted with a happy smile on his face, saying, "here you are, sir!" Then he looked behind me, and then asked, "what about Comrade yegorov, political commissar? Haven't the other two regiments led by him come yet?"

After Colonel chernukov saluted me, I shook hands with him and praised him: "Comrade commander, well done. It took less than an hour to wipe out the enemy. I thank you for your excellent fighting and successful completion of your mission. " At this point, I stopped for a moment and carefully observed his expression. Seeing that he was still immersed in the joy of victory, I couldn't help throwing cold water on him. "It's just that the casualties of the troops are a little bit heavy. You know, under the condition that our army's technical equipment and firepower are dominant, the casualty ratio of infantry and the enemy is still 1:1. Go on like this, By the time we join forces with the 16th army, it is estimated that your regiment will have run out. "

On hearing my criticism, lieutenant commander chernukov lowered his head in embarrassment, blushed at his neck, and murmured to me, "in today's battle, most of the casualties are new fighters. Many of these soldiers have just entered the army, and they don't even know how to lie down when shooting. So that when they charge, they are straight forward facing the enemy's bullets, resulting in a large number of unnecessary casualties

Because the troops will fight in the future, I can't attack chernukov's enthusiasm too much, so I digged off the topic: "are the troops ready for defense?" When he heard my question, he immediately straightened his back and replied loudly, "report to Mr. division chief, I have arranged the most effective battalion to enter the defensive position and prepared for all the enemy's counter offensive attempts."“ Good, good! " I said yes twice, and was about to raise my hand and pat him on the shoulder. Yushchenko, who had just been sent out, had come back to me and stood at attention to salute me: "Sir, comrade, I have brought the German guy who made trouble here." Because a few of them were blocking my sight, I only saw the sleeve of the Red Cross on the left arm of the German soldier who was carried by two soldiers. My heart said that he was a health worker. I don't know why he made trouble in public. Aren't you afraid that he lost his life? When two soldiers came to me with German soldiers, the first thing that came to my eyes was the plump grey green uniform on my chest. I couldn't help but be stunned. I thought I was dazzled. I rubbed my eyes with my hands and blinked a few times. Then I looked at the health worker again. Under the helmets, there were bright red locks of hair, white and smooth, which clearly belonged to the female face. They told me clearly that the German health worker standing in front of me by two soldiers was a female soldier. While I was observing the other side, the other side was also looking at me. She was full of curiosity when she was staring at me. Maybe she was wondering how she could have a female general in the enemy camp. I coughed twice, cleared my throat, looked around and asked, "who knows German?" No one spoke. When I asked for the second time, chisgakov replied, "maybe there are German translators in the tank brigade. I just heard them shouting to the German army through the trumpet to persuade them to surrender." After hearing what chisgakov said, I immediately told Yushchenko, "Comrade captain, go to the tank brigade immediately and call a German man."“ No, I can speak Russian The speaker is a female health worker. She not only uses grammar relatively accurately, but also pronounces correctly“ Do you speak Russian? " I couldn't help asking in surprise, and gestured to the two soldiers to let her go. She gently shook her aching arms and said faintly, "I used to study at a medical school in Moscow for two years, so it's not uncommon that I can speak Russian." I looked up and down at this somewhat beautiful woman health worker, and then asked with a straight face: "girl, I want to know why you just took the lead in making trouble?"“ "Miss general," the woman immediately retorted, "I didn't make trouble. There are several of our wounded lying in the trench. I want them to be carried away after dressing them, but your subordinates don't allow it. I quarreled with them for this. Please let me take the wounded away, Miss general, or they will freeze to death. " When I heard her say that, I immediately understood what was going on. It must be our soldiers who don't want to capture the German wounded and want them to lie in the cold trenches to survive. Only when the female health worker refused to give up the wounded would she have a dispute with our soldiers. If I didn't come across this matter, I would let it go. But since the female health worker has asked me for help, I can't ignore it. I can only act as if it's business and tell Yushchenko: "Comrade captain, please take some soldiers and this female health worker to deal with this matter, and let them be responsible for carrying away all the wounded." Hearing my order, the female health worker looked at me gratefully. Before she left with Yushchenko, she took the initiative to say, "thank you, Miss general! I'm Abigail. I don't know what to call you? " When I heard the name of Miss general, I had goose bumps all over my body. When I heard her ask my name, I quickly replied, "major general o'shanina, major general o'shanina!"