Chapter 502

Trekov and I got into the jeep, but sidtorin didn't follow me. Instead, he stood in front of the jeep with open arms. Trikov gave a wry smile and said to himself, "what do you want to do today, boy?" Then he pushed the door open and got out of the car. Seeing that trakov got out of the car, I couldn't stay in the car, so I had to push the door open and get out of the car from the other side.

I followed trikov and approached sidtorin. Trikov bent down slightly and asked softly, "Hey, private sidtorin, what do you want to do when you arrive? Why are you blocking my way?"

Sidtorin said with a puff of breath: "Comrade commander, did you not hear the guns on the battlefield and have not stopped? Now in the past, it's too dangerous. You're in a jeep, not an armored car

Trikov raised his arm and slapped sidtorin's helmet. Then he scolded angrily, "be your messenger and mind your own business." With that, he turned to the jeep.

Seeing sidtorin standing in a daze, I quickly gave him a hand and said in a low voice, "sidtorin, don't make the commander angry. Listen. Let's get on the bus and go to the battlefield. "

Originally, sidtorin helped the crooked helmet, shrunk his mouth, and showed a look of crying. Listen to me, he quickly clenched his lips, nodded his head, obediently followed me, got on the jeep, and sat in the co driver's seat.

Seeing that we were all on the bus, trikov immediately told the driver, "look along the road, let's go to the battlefield."

The driver quickly promised: "understand, comrade commander." As soon as we stepped on the gas, our car looked forward.

Soon, we entered the battlefield where the gunfire had not stopped. The two sides of the dirt road had been soaked with blood, and there were lots of corpses everywhere, including the enemy and our soldiers, as well as the wounded who were still struggling and whining when they fell to the ground. Fortunately, I saw three or five groups of health workers treating the wounded in the pile of corpses. It is estimated that the wounded in our army will be treated soon, while whether the wounded in the German army can be saved depends on their luck.

Seeing a large group of soldiers gathering in front of him, trakov quickly told the driver, "Comrade driver, stop people in a crowded place." The driver agreed, and the jeep stopped near the crowd. As soon as the car stopped steadily, without waiting for trekov's command, sidtorin opened the door and got out of the car. He ran to find some soldiers standing on the side of the road with their backs to us and asked, "which part do you belong to? Where is your commander? "

The soldiers he asked looked down at him and saw that it was a child. They thought he was making trouble, so they ignored him and continued to chat on their own.

Seeing that herald sidtorin was left out in the cold, trekov's face turned angry. Seeing that he was about to get angry, I quickly took him by the arm and said in a low voice, "Comrade commander, leave this matter to me." Trekov looked at me, then at the soldiers outside, and nodded slowly.

With permission, I quickly pushed the door open and got out of the car. I carried the submachine gun and walked towards the soldiers. At the same time, I asked in a loud voice, "Hey, comrades of the soldiers, what part are you? Where is the commander? "

Hearing a woman asking them, several soldiers turned around in unison. Originally, they all had casual expressions on their faces. When they saw my rank, they straightened up and raised their hands to salute me: "Hello, commander! Do you have any instructions? "

After I raised my hand to return the salute, I asked, "comrades soldiers, please take a moment! Which unit are you from and where is your commander? "

A soldier looked left and right, then summoned up his courage and took a step forward. The report said: "report, comrade commander, we are from the 1st Battalion of 804th regiment of 229th infantry division, and the battalion commander is captain Feiding."

Hearing the soldier say so, I nodded and said, "well, I once met your battalion commander. Where is he now?"

The soldier pointed forward along the road and said, "go along this road for about two kilometers. There is a temporary headquarters. The battalion commander is there to see the division commander."

"Thank you, comrade soldier." With that, I said to sidtorin, who was still standing beside me: "Herald sidtorin, what are you doing here? If you don't get on the bus soon, we will be on our way again."

When I was about to get on the bus, I heard someone behind me asking the soldier who had just answered my question: "Hello, I said, who is this female commander?"

"My God, don't you even know her? You know, she's in charge of our fight today. "

"She's commander o'shanina?! I didn't expect her to be so young. "

For such comments, I just smile and close the door. Sitting next to him, trikov must have heard the comments of the two soldiers. He laughed at me and said, "o'shanina, after today's battle, your fame has greatly increased. I'm afraid few people in the whole army will not know you."

Hearing his praise, I couldn't help picking up the corners of my mouth and grinning. Can always maintain a personal image in front of the superior, can not be too complacent. So I forced myself to smile and said, "fortunately, with the help of you and general shumilov today, I persuaded general kheliukin to send out the air force. If it had not been for our air force's enemy planes to drive away from the sky of the battlefield, our troops would still be in a bitter battle at the moment. Perhaps in the end, many of the besieged German troops would have broken through. "

After listening to my kind words, trikov gave a slight smile and then said to me, "o'shanina, although you have won this battle, you can't be proud. An excellent commander should not only think about the outcome of one or two battles, but also consider the overall situation of the whole campaign. He should know how to think about some problems from the height of a campaign. According to my judgment, the scale of our battle with the enemy near Stalingrad is absolutely not small, and it will not end in a month or two. In the future, you will experience more and more cruel battles. "

After listening to these words, I can't help but admire him deeply and admire his foresight. You know, not only in the group army, but also in the front army and the supreme command, we all stubbornly believe that the goal of the German army is Caucasian oil, not Stalingrad. All the enemy's recent military operations in the Duhe and Volga river basins are just to cover up their plot to seize the oil fields in the Caucasus.

Under the guidance of our commanders and fighters along the way, we soon came to the joint headquarters. The reason why it is said to be a joint headquarters is that the commanders of all divisions who participated in the battle today are all concentrated in this headquarters with a total area of 40 square meters. This used to be the German headquarters. The roof was half removed by our artillery shells. Although the room was full of broken wood and bricks, it could hold so many of us.

Before we came in, we heard the noise inside, as if we were discussing something fiercely. As soon as we entered the door, the sharp eyed general biliukov found us, and then brought a group of division commanders and political commissars to salute us. He reported that "commander comrade, commander oshanina, welcome to the front line for inspection."

Trekov shook hands with him and asked, "general bilukov, what's the situation now?"

Biliukov stopped and replied, "report to commander, our army has completely controlled the battlefield, the enemy has been completely annihilated by us, and the soldiers are cleaning the battlefield and consolidating their positions. In a few minutes, all the troops except our division and the division of Colonel sarren will set out to return to their original positions. Please rest assured! "

Trekov nodded and then asked, "before I came in, I heard there was a lot of noise inside. What are you talking about?"

Biliukov turned to look at the crowd, beckoned to one and said, "commissar jitov, please tell the commander what's going on."

The political commissar of the 138th division, who trekov and I both knew, jitov, with a small wooden box in his arms, squeezed out of the crowd. When he came up to us, he put the box under his left armpit, raised his hand to salute trikov, and said, "report to commander, please allow me to show you something."

Seeing that trikov nodded and agreed, jitov opened the lid of the wooden box and handed it to trikov. Trekov looked inside, then took out a half burnt hard card and examined it carefully. I'm going to step up curiously to see what's in trakov's hand.

Trikov looked over and over for a while, and asked jitov in a puzzled way, "I said, commissar jitov, what is this?"

"Regiment certificate, comrade commander." With one hand, Titov held the box, and the other hand took the hard paper from trakov's hand. He said in a loud voice, "this regiment Card No. 13145761 belongs to corporal Nikolay borodushin, a 19-year-old member of the Communist Youth League from Saratov. He went to the battle with this regiment card, but unfortunately stepped on the enemy's mine and died bravely."

Titov put the broken group card into the wooden box, took out another group card which had been burned on all sides, and told us in a loud voice: "the owner of this group card is Sergeant Peter frashenko, a Ukrainian soldier and tank hand. The young soldier joined the Communist Youth League of Lenin in the Soviet Union a few days before he died. The League card was issued to him on the battlefield. When attacking the enemy's position, frachenko's tank was unfortunately shot and caught fire, but he still insisted on fighting until the last moment of his life. When we found his body, we found dozens of corpses lying around his chariot. "

Jitov took out the third regiment card, which was covered with blood and had a blackened bullet hole in the middle. He said: "this one belongs to kisham amanruolov, a young soldier from Kazakhstan. He went to fight with the regiment card and charged to the enemy's position. Unfortunately, he was hit by the enemy's evil bullet and died with honor."

"And these two regiment cards, belonging to private Vasili butov and corporal Alexander oleniechev, have been shot through. These two members of the Communist Youth League were the first to rush into the enemy's position when our division attacked the last line of defense of the Communist aggressors. Unfortunately, they were hit by the enemy's bullets and died at the end of the battle. "

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Trikov silently watched Titov tell you one story after another, and nodded his head thoughtfully. When jitov's words came to an end, he took over the topic and said: "Comrade jitov is quite right. There are a large proportion of young people in the group army and a large number of League members. Our political workers should vigorously publicize these heroic deeds in the army and tell every soldier that the League card is a glorious flag, and League members and young people should be guided by it, Fight bravely. "

At this time, the herald sidtorin came in from the outside, came to trakov's side, and whispered to him, "Comrade General, the commander wants to talk to you."

Trekov nodded and said, "I see. I'll be right there." When sidtorin turned and left, he said to everyone, "I'm sorry, I'm going to contact General shumilov. You can keep busy." Then he turned and left.

Since he didn't ask me to go with him, I naturally didn't have the cheek to go out with him and listen to what he and shumilov said on the radio. Instead, I stayed to chat with you.

As soon as trikov left, without waiting for some of my familiar division commanders to come over, bilukov had already preempted me and said, "commander oshanina, your battle plan is really wonderful. We haven't fought such a war of total annihilation for a long time." At this point, he turned around and looked around, and then said, "although the casualties are a little big, it's worth the price to defend our great motherland. Do you think so? "

"Yes! General biliukov is right. "

"No matter how much we sacrifice to protect our country, we have no complaints."

Biliukov's words immediately aroused everyone's resonance, and people around him echoed him.

I raised my hand and pressed it down. I said in a loud voice, "please be quiet and listen to me." Seeing that I had something to say, the room suddenly quieted down. I raised my voice and said, "comrades, although we have won the battle today, we can't be complacent. The real battle may be tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. The real test is coming. The enemy is absolutely not willing to suffer such a failure. They will soon retaliate. We must resolutely resist the enemy's shelling, air raids and the repeated counter attacks of the ground forces. "

"Commander o'shanina, you can rest assured of all this." Colonel lyudnikov's voice came from the crowd. He stepped forward and squeezed out of the crowd, with a kind smile on his face. "Our division has experienced many battles now. They have all kinds of means to defeat the enemy, and they will certainly be able to withstand the enemy's crazy counter attack."

When lyudnikov said this, the scene suddenly became lively again. Several division commanders were unwilling to fall behind and explained to him one after another: "Colonel lyudnikov, you can't just say your division, our division is not bad either. In today's battle, our 229th division was the first to break through the enemy's defense line, and the soldiers also killed the German colonel, None of the rest of the regimental officers escaped the net. "

"Our 29th division played very well today! It was our division and the 154th brigade that destroyed the German reinforcements from renok to reinforce the Romanian troops. After the enemy's ambush, we rushed to renok to join you, blocked the way for the Germans to escape, and made great contributions to the total annihilation of the enemy. "

"Our 157th Division..."

"Our tank 137th brigade..."

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the commanders who were unwilling to be outdone expressed their opinions one after another, desperately striving for more honor for their troops. Because it was so noisy that trakov came in and no one noticed. It wasn't until he yelled a few words that everyone became quiet.

Seeing the commander back in the room, everyone immediately calmed down, stood in the same place, straightened up, and looked at trikov, waiting for him to say what he wanted to say.

With a smile on his face, trakov said: "comrades, today we have completely annihilated two German regiments and the Romanian army, and the results have been reported to the headquarters of the front army and the supreme command. For the brilliant results achieved in this battle, our group army was commended by the superior. "

Before he finished, a burst of warm applause interrupted his later words.

It took a long time for the applause to stop.

"There's another piece of good news for you," he said in a loud voice. Because of the bravery and tenacity shown by the 138th infantry division of Colonel lyudnikov in the battle and the great achievements he has achieved, the supreme command has decided to confer the title of honor on the 70th close guard division of the division. "

After trakov's words, the room suddenly fell into silence, dozens of commanders, except for me and trakov, were all stunned. I thought I was just saying that casually. I didn't expect that the Supreme Command really awarded the title of a close guard division. However, in this way, my prestige in the lyudnikov division would be even higher.

After a while, lyudnikov tentatively asked trakov, "Comrade commander, what you said is true?"

"Really

"No kidding?"

"No! I'm not going to make fun of this kind of thing. "

Although he got a positive answer from trakov, lyudnikov put his finger into his mouth and bit it hard. Then he yelled, raised his hands and cheered excitedly: "Wula!"

"Wula! Wula!! Wula Around the commanders were also infected by his emotions, followed by cheers.

When the cheering was over, everyone came forward to shake hands with lyudnikov and congratulated him. As I shook hands with him to congratulate him, he whispered to me, "thank you, commander o'shanina. Your kindness to our 138th Division will always be remembered by the commanders and soldiers of the whole division. " For his kind words, I just smile and nod, then let go of his hand.

When I came back to trekov, his face became more serious, his head leaned slightly towards me, and he said in a low voice, "oshanina, I have bad news for you. Unfortunately, your application for promotion to deputy chief of staff of the group army was rejected by the headquarters of the front army. Shumilov asked the chief of staff nikishev why he was rejected, and the reply he got was that general Zhukov himself gave instructions. "