As a traverser, I am confident that the troops under my command will win when the number of troops and equipment of both sides is roughly equal. But I am absolutely not arrogant and confident that I can stick to such an important strategic point with the help of No. 100 commanders and fighters.
Not to mention that the German army sent out large troops to attack, it was to carry out routine shelling on our positions every day. In a week's time, there would be no living people left on the positions. I will stay and stick to this high ground, that is, I will try my best to do my best, and I only hope that more people from the second shock group army can break through.
I came to hold the position with the determination to die. I didn't expect that in the next two days, although the guns in the East kept ringing, the front of our position was calm. The German on the other side, let alone attacking, never even fired cold guns and cold guns. Our place seems to be a forgotten corner.
Having nothing to do, I stood on the hillside to see the troops passing below. Two days ago, we had almost light troops. Today, in addition to the troops carrying heavy materials, there are also many civilians carrying simple luggage. Due to the large number of people and no one to maintain order, the whole passage seems crowded and people are moving forward slowly.
At this moment, the carriage at the front suddenly overturned, and several heavy boxes rolled down and blocked the passage. Although the soldiers and civilians who followed behind, one after another bypassed the roadblocks from the slope of the hillside, the speed of the march was inevitably affected.
I quickly trotted to the place where the car overturned and came to the group of commanders and fighters who were trying to lift the carriage up and reorganize the big box. I asked aloud, "which part are you from?"
With my shouts, a political work cadre in a big cornice hat came up to me and said solemnly, "I'm the political commander of the battalion level, zalilov, and I'm the head of the editorial department of bravery daily of the second shock group army. Who are you? "
I first pointed to the overturned carriage and replied, "I am major oshanina, commander of the 327th division, who is now in charge of defending the high ground of the passage. Comrade instructor, I would like to remind you that we are breaking through the encirclement and should try our best to be light, but you are carrying so many unnecessary materials. If you are attacked by the enemy, you and the troops behind you will be very dangerous. "
Zarilov snorted from his nose and said in a sarcastic tone, "Comrade major, according to what you mean, what can we do to suit you?"
His attitude was unfriendly, and I didn't say it politely to him. I said coldly, "please immediately order your men to throw away everything except weapons, ammunition and grain and move forward with light weight."
As for my reminder, he retorted unconvinced: "what right do you have to order me to know that these printing presses are valuable assets of the group army, and we should protect these equipment like our eyes."
"Comrade instructor," although I wanted to get angry when I saw such political workers, I patiently said to him in order to restore the corridor as soon as possible, "although these equipment are precious, they are insignificant compared with the lives of our vast number of Red Army soldiers. Your moving speed has greatly slowed down the breakthrough speed of the troops. "
"Comrade major, please don't be alarmist. Even at the cost of our own lives, we have to protect these valuable printing equipment. " At this point, he paused and said in an emphatic tone, "besides, according to the regulations, political workers have the final decision-making power in the case of the same rank."
"You...!" His words choked me so much that I couldn't say anything. Since he has already brought out the regulations to suppress me, we are not in the same system. We really can't do anything with him. So I can only glare at him, and then angrily turned back to the position.
As soon as he entered the command post, Lieutenant ugad came in, saluted me and reported, "Comrade major, there is bad news. We are out of food."
I had just sat down. As soon as I heard this, I jumped up from my stool and asked nervously, "Lieutenant ugad, is there no food in the army?"
With a sad face, he nodded and said, "at the beginning of the breakthrough, the army had only three days of food left. Originally, we wanted to supplement after the siege broke out. Unexpectedly, we stopped here unexpectedly, and we didn't get any supplement. So far, all the food has been eaten up and there is nothing left. "
I'm out of food. This problem gives me a headache. If there were no food, we would not be able to last two days. Before the Germans came, the officers and men in the position would be too hungry to move. Next, what should we do, stay or go?
In the middle of a dilemma, the sharp whistling of shells came from outside, followed by a violent explosion, which made the roof soil fall.
Ugad yelled, "no, the Germans are going to attack." Then he patted the soil on his shoulder and said to me, "I'll go to the position." He ran out.
Seeing wugad running out, I suddenly understood: the Germans have not found any attack or shelling these days. They are not forgetting us. They are accumulating their strength and preparing to take our high ground to defend the breakthrough channel. It seems that today we are going to face this endless battle. When I think about it, I feel my back chilly and I can't stop the cold sweat.