Chapter 533

Seeing that Gaidar and mihayev were going out, I quickly stopped them. I picked up the reconnaissance map on the table, went to them and handed it to Mikhail.

Mihayev took the map in a hurry and asked nervously, "Comrade teacher, do you have anything important to do when you give me the map?"

I nodded and solemnly told him: "Comrade engineer, take back this map first, and then revise it as soon as possible. Mark the types of buildings, the thickness of floors and walls, whether there are basements, where the entrances and exits are, the nature of the enemy's fortifications, the location of concealed gun holes, the location and shape of obstacles one by one at the bottom of the map."

Mihayev nodded hard and answered earnestly, "please rest assured, sir. I will send you the map as soon as I complete the information."

"It's not enough to have one map," I specially stressed. "After the information is complete, two more copies will be made. One will be given to the first commander, Captain chejerikov, and the other to the second commander, Captain Oleg. With this information, they can quickly determine the disposition of the enemy's firepower points, its sweeping fan and its dead angle. The information they know will undoubtedly have a direct impact on our attack. "

"I see, sir. I will finish the task as soon as possible. " Mihayev replied readily.

"And you, comrade captain." I saw Gaidar standing by with a bored expression on his face, so I turned to him and said, "when you leave later, take your reconnaissance team back."

After Gaidar and mihayev left, I said to shejerikov, who was still in the headquarters: "Comrade captain, it's getting late. You should go back to rest early. When I see my guard monitor Vera, I remember to ask her to take the soldiers back to rest. They have been running for such a long time, and they should be tired, too. "

After all the people were sent away, I lay back in my own little bed. Although I tried to sleep with my eyes closed, I couldn't sleep. I've been thinking about one thing in my mind. Why is it that after only one night, trakov's attitude towards me is so different? You know, the deep fighting friendship between trekov and I, which we have experienced many times from death to life, does not change. During the period when I left the defense area for reconnaissance, something unexpected happened at the headquarters of the group army, big enough to change trekov's attitude towards me?

If you want to know what happened, you can only ask the people in the headquarters of the group army. Thinking of this, I began to figure out who I could ask about it. The first thing I thought of was commander shumilov. As soon as I came up with this idea, I directly denied it. Based on the friendship and level differences between him and me, if I want to know the truth from him, I think he will avoid talking about it; Military commissar Abramov, I don't have much contact with him, and it's very difficult to know the answer from him; Military commissar sheljiuk has a better friendship with me, but he has temporarily returned to Stalingrad and can't get in touch with him for the time being. Only chief of staff Raskin is left. His rank should know a lot of things I don't know. If you ask him, maybe you can find out why trekov's attitude towards me suddenly changed.

I opened my eyes and looked at my watch. It was already three o'clock in the morning, which was obviously not suitable to disturb chief Ruskin. You know, the war is tense now, and everyone's string is tight. Raskin would be scared if he knew that I was looking for him in the middle of the night. He would think that something big had happened, and he might even disturb the senior leaders of the group army such as shumilov and Abramov. When he knows that I'm not looking for him to report military information, but to inquire about trekov's affairs, he will be very angry with me who disturb his sleep. It is estimated that even if he knows what happened to trekov, he will probably say he doesn't know.

In the middle of my imagination, I fell asleep unconsciously.

Sleeping soundly, I felt someone shaking my body. People wake up in a deep sleep, the mood will be very irritable, I am no exception. I closed my eyes and sat up abruptly. I wanted to scold the person who disturbed my dream. Unexpectedly, when I opened my eyes, I found that sergeant razumeyeva, the communication monitor, was standing in front of me.

I had to put down my anger, raised my hand and looked at my watch. Then I asked angrily, "sergeant, you wake me up at this time. What's the matter?"

Seeing my dissatisfied face, razumeyeva stepped back and said timidly, "I'm sorry, sir. I don't want to disturb your sleep, but Colonel Ruskin is online. He wants to talk to you

"Colonel Ruskin, Colonel Ruskin." I haven't fully recovered from my sleep, I just mechanically repeated the name twice. I just wanted to ask razumeyeva, who is the holy captain Raskin who disturbed my dream. I suddenly thought of the group army chief of staff, also called Raskin, whom I had been talking about all night. I grabbed razumeyeva's hand and asked nervously, "sergeant, who are you talking to me just now? Colonel Ruskin, is that Colonel Ruskin, chief of staff of the group army? "

Razumeyeva nodded, pouted and said wrongly, "it's him. I won't wake you up if it's someone else."

It was confirmed that it was indeed Colonel Raskin, chief of staff of the group army. I lifted the blanket on my body, turned over and got out of bed. I couldn't even put on my boots. I rushed to the telephone, put on my earphone, picked up the transmitter and couldn't wait to say, "Hello, chief of staff, I'm lieutenant colonel oshanina."

"How do you do, major oshanina." Colonel Ruskin's voice was steady and didn't sound urgent at all.

"Do you have any instructions?" I raised my hand again and looked at my watch. The clock pointed to six o'clock. If it wasn't something, he would never have contacted me so early.

"I heard that there was something unpleasant between you and general trakov last night. He was very cold to you. Is that the case?"

I pretended to be confused and asked, "no, comrade chief of staff. As you know, the relationship between general trakov and me has always been very good. Not only has there not been any unpleasantness before, but there will not be any conflict now or even in the future. He may feel unhappy because I insist on my own way and insist on carrying out the reconnaissance mission, so when he speaks to me, his tone may be a little stiff. "

Raskin finished listening to me, snorted softly and said, "you have a conscience. No wonder general trakov wants to support you in front of the superior and take all the responsibilities to himself."

When I heard Raskin say that, my head was buzzing at that time. My heart said that it was over. There was something wrong with trakov. What should I do? Stimulated by the news, my mind was so confused that I didn't hear what Raskin said next.

It wasn't until razumeyeva called me several times that I woke up and asked Raskin, "chief of staff, what's the matter with general trakov?"

Raskin, after a moment's silence, told me in a deep tone, "general trakov has been dismissed. He has just been escorted to Stalingrad by the Ministry of interior."

"Why?" I asked, biting my lip.

"There are many reasons for dismissal, such as preventing the internal affairs department from performing special tasks, using Gulag's prisoners to form an independent force without authorization, and so on." At this point, Raskin stopped for a moment, and then said to me as if he had made up his mind: "I think that his sudden indifference to you after learning that he was about to be dismissed was for the sake of protecting you."

From Stalingrad on, I always felt confident because of the care of trakov, but for the first time today, I felt a chill in my heart. I thought that if trakov was really sent to the military court and imprisoned, what would be the final outcome of the battle of Stalingrad? It's really hard to say. So I asked cautiously, "what will be done to general trakov after he is taken back to Stalingrad?"

"What else?" Raskin said helplessly: "I think nine times out of ten will be sent to the military court, and finally sentenced to imprisonment or something. If someone from above intercedes for him, he may be acquitted, but it is unlikely that he will be restored to his original post. In addition, comrade o'shanina, as a colleague, I feel it necessary to remind you that whether the independent division can succeed in attacking the residential areas this time is related to the fate of whether your army can continue to exist. You must not take it lightly. "

Trikov was dismissed, and the independent division was immediately in a particularly awkward position. Whether it could survive or not depended on the two-day battle. Originally, I wanted to ask trakov to provide small-scale artillery and tank support for our division before the attack, but now it seems to be in vain.

Seeing that I didn't speak, Raskin said, "although general trakov has left, you can ask me if you need anything. I will try my best to do what I can. That's it. Good luck With that, he broke off the contact.

I was sitting beside the telephone in a daze when I heard a voice from the door: "good morning, sir! Breakfast is ready for you. Will the soldiers bring it in now? "

I turned my head and looked at shejerikov standing at the door, nodded at him and said weakly, "bring it up."

Breakfast is very simple, just two plates of bread, a basin of mushroom soup, and a few fingers thick enema. Looking at the mushroom soup on the table, I couldn't help laughing bitterly. Last night, I brought several big bags of mushrooms to trekov and lyudnikov, but I didn't even drink the soup. I didn't expect that today, I was still on my own site, so I drank mushroom soup.

I asked shijerikov and razumeyeva to sit down for breakfast. As I ate, I asked, "I said, where are these mushrooms picked?"

Razumeyeva, who was eating bread, replied with an open voice: "Mr. reporter, we are gathering mushrooms in the forest. There are not many mushrooms around here, but the more we go in, the more mushrooms there are."

I turned to look at shejerikov and asked, "Comrade captain, what are the other commanders doing?"

After swallowing the bread in his mouth, shejerikov stood up and replied, "they are organizing troops for training."

Hearing that the troops were training, I pushed the plate in front of me, stood up and said to shijerikov, "come on, comrade captain, let's go and have a look."

Shejerikov took me to one of the training points. The commanders and fighters were still in line, and about 100 people were standing there in a neat line. Seeing our arrival, a lieutenant ran over, saluted and yelled: "report to the division commander and commander, the fifth company of the first regiment has assembled and is preparing to start training. Please give instructions!"

After I saluted the lieutenant, I took a satisfied look at the neat team and said, "train!"

The lieutenant replied, "yes!" He turned and ran to the team, shouting: "all of you: stand at attention, turn right, unit training begins now!"

With his password, twenty soldiers were out of the team, five or six of them armed with submachine guns, and the rest of the soldiers were not grenades, shovel or axe.

Deeply afraid that I could not understand it, xiejerikov pointed to a sandbag fortification dozens of meters away and explained to me, "Sir, please see, the sandbag fortification over there is the target of the soldiers. The soldiers who carried the submachine guns fired first to shovel bags, suppressed the enemy's firepower, then rushed to the grenade fighters and threw grenades behind the sandbags. Finally, the commandos came in and used the submachine gun, spade and axe to destroy the remaining enemy.

Standing in the same place, I carefully looked at the wooden piles standing behind the sandbag and asked Xie jielikov, "Comrade captain, why are there some wooden piles behind the sandbag?"

Semyon Jerry Kopf looked at the direction of my fingers and smiled. "Comrade, those piles are the enemy," he said. "After crossing the sandbags, the soldiers will Shovel them down with spades and axes."

After listening to his explanation, I didn't speak, but nodded, and then concentrated on the training of the soldiers. Only a few soldiers with submachine guns rushed out of the line and stopped after a certain distance, or squatted or lying on the ground to pose a shooting posture. Then seven or eight soldiers rushed out, rushed to the vicinity of their comrades in arms, stopped and threw their grenades one after another,. The last ones were seven soldiers who shovel or shovel or axe in their hands. They rushed through the side of their soldiers, climbed over sandbags, waved their tools and chipped the standing piles. However, to my disappointment, none of the wooden piles fell down although they were banging.

During the training just now, Xie jerikov was beaming. He asked with pride, "Comrade division, is our regiment training good?"

Instead of answering his question, I ordered him, "Comrade captain, go and call the company commander."

Although he was puzzled by my reaction, he went over and called the lieutenant. When the lieutenant stood in front of me, my uncontrollable anger finally broke out. I pointed to the Lieutenant's nose and asked aloud, "Comrade lieutenant, I come to ask you, is that how you train the troops? Are you dancing ballet or acting in a drama? Can the troops trained in this way win a battle when they are pulled up? "

The lieutenant said with an aggrieved face: "report to Mr. division, we are all trained according to the regulations."

As soon as I waved my hand, I said angrily, "don't tell me any rules, but the commander should know how to act according to the rules, instead of doing everything according to the rules. You know, these new soldiers are all civilians who have not received any military training. They have no combat experience. Even if they are more proficient in these tactics, they will be scared to pee when they hear the gunfire on the battlefield. So in order for the troops to really form combat effectiveness, you have to change the existing training methods. "

The lieutenant took a look at xiejerikov and asked cautiously, "Comrade division commander, how can I change it?"

I can see that the soldiers trained just now have come back from the sandbags and re listed. Then he told the lieutenant, "you go and call the seven shovel and axe fighters."

When the seven soldiers stood in a line in front of me, I pointed to the birch tree five meters away and said to them, "soldiers, those birch trees are your enemies. I order you to cut them down. Now listen to my command. Everyone has it. Go

With my command, the seven soldiers rushed forward, rushed to the birch tree, waved the tools in their hands and cut them off. Although not a tree was cut down, I still yelled out: "OK, stop, all stop!"

Fearing that the soldiers couldn't hear me clearly, the lieutenant rushed behind them and repeated my command loudly: "all right, stop, stop!" When the soldiers packed up their tools and went back, I specially observed the seven birch trees under attack.

When the seven soldiers came back to me again, I went to a tall soldier with an axe in his hand. After calling him out, I asked him seriously: "Comrade soldier, I saw that there were only a few small axe marks on the tree you cut. Why don't you do your best?"

The soldier blushed with shame and murmured, "Sir, I've tried my best, but I can't cut it down!"

With a snort, I pointed to the birch tree and said to him coldly, "Comrade soldier, I order you to try again. Don't think it's a birch, think it's Gulag's guard. Listen to my command: target, right in front, Gulag's guard, let's go

As soon as I talked about Gulag's guards, the soldiers who had been a little timid suddenly burst into flames, roared and rushed forward, and slashed at the poor birch tree with an axe. In less than half a minute, the birch tree fell to the ground. The soldier who cut down the birch threw his axe aside, knelt down, covered his face with his hands and began to cry. I walked over slowly, patted him on the shoulder, and said in a soft voice, "Comrade soldier, get in the line." when I faced the seven soldiers again, I felt the murderous spirit from them. For these soldiers from the Gulag concentration camp, they have no good feelings for the Germans, but they also have no bad feelings. Only the guards of the Gulag concentration camp can arouse their fighting spirit of common hatred. I turned my head and said to sergeant and Sergeant standing beside me, "two comrades of commanders, I'll show you how to train once in person, but I have to see it carefully." I took a grenade from the Lieutenant's hand and pinned it on the belt. Then I said to the seven soldiers, "follow me. I'll teach you how to train." In the accommodation of dozens of eyes, I took seven soldiers to the training ground. Before departure, I specially told them: "you should pay attention to my command later. I will do whatever I ask you to do. Do you understand?" The seven soldiers agreed loudly, "I see." When I took the lead in charging forward with my submachine gun, I was still shouting: "when charging, don't straighten your back, bend your back to rush, otherwise you will become the target of the enemy." Because it's a demonstration for you, we don't charge fast. When I was about ten meters away from the sandbag, I suddenly yelled, "lie down!" Then he took the lead to lie on the ground. At my command, there were two or three quick reaction soldiers lying down on the spot, and the rest of them ran forward a few steps before they reacted and quickly fell down. I picked up my submachine gun and pulled the trigger at the sandbag“ After the "dada dada" gunshot, several sandbags were broken by bullets, and the soil inside was spilled out of the holes one after another. I pulled out the grenade from my waist, pulled the string and threw it out. The grenade tumbled down behind the sandbag, exploded, and then a cloud of earth rose up. I got up and yelled again, "go!" Then he put the butt of the submachine gun on his waist and pulled the trigger desperately. Under such crazy shooting, the bullets in the drum were soon exhausted. But the soldiers were not vague, they had jumped over the sandbags, and wield the shovel axes in their hands to cut down all those wooden posts. Back in front of shejerikov and the lieutenant, I laughed at them and said, "see, we have to train like this. We should treat all training as actual combat, so that the combat effectiveness of the troops can be improved quickly. " The sound of gunfire and the explosion of grenades attracted the commanders of several commando teams trained around them. When they came, they asked the lieutenant curiously what had happened. Seeing more and more commanders gathered, I had an idea. I asked shijerikov to send someone to call over the 20 company commanders and the other three commanders. I have something to say to them. But when the 24 commanders were in two neat lines in front of me, I began to lecture them: "comrades commanders, I just watched your training. To be honest, I'm not satisfied with this kind of training. According to the way you train, the soldiers go to the battlefield, and eight or nine out of ten can't come back alive. I have just demonstrated the correct training method for the officers and men of the seventh company of the first regiment. You can consult them later. "