Chapter 623

After the German troops occupied the hillside position, they saw that no one was firing at the position on the top of the mountain. They probably thought that after the fierce shelling, the garrison on the mountain had been destroyed by their shelling. Only a small number of troops were left to defend the hillside position, and the remaining officers and men walked boldly to the top of the mountain with weapons.

Looking forward to the position on the top of the mountain, I didn't panic at all, because I saw that some troops left the Tibetan cave on the south slope, entered the circling trench, and approached the hillside position carefully.

"What's the matter, comrade oshanina." Seeing this scene, kirilov asked in surprise, "where does the trench our troops entered lead to?"

Without looking back, I said, "this trench leads to the hillside position. As soon as the troops on the top of the mountain open fire, the attacking troops will quickly wipe out the remaining enemies, and attack the troops on the top of the mountain back and forth, so that none of the enemies on the high ground can escape."

With these words, I looked into the distance with my telescope, and into the position where the German trucks were parked. Although the German army sent out a regiment of infantry in order to capture the mamayev post, they did not put all their troops into the battlefield at one time, but only sent one or two companies at a time to attack our positions repeatedly.

From the telescope, I soon saw the German commander. He was standing in the carriage of a truck, looking up at our high ground with binoculars. Behind him stood four or five officers and a signalman with communication equipment. He seemed to regard the carriage of the truck as his forward command post. After a while, he took the telescope away from his eyes, turned to the back and said something. Immediately, an officer came up to him and bent down slightly to listen to his orders.

When the German commander raised his telescope again, the officer turned around, held his hand on the fender of the car and yelled at the bottom of the car. I couldn't see who he was yelling at because of the heavy trucks blocking my view. But a few minutes later, there were teams of German infantry with weapons, striding to our high ground.

I put down my telescope and said to kirilov, who was staring at the high ground: "Comrade political commissar, the Germans have increased their troops to the high ground again. It seems that they will never stop their troops until they take down the mamayev post."

Kirilov's attention was focused on the highlands. When he heard me say this, he just asked casually, "Comrade oshanina, how do you know that the German troops have increased to the Highlands again?"

"Comrade political commissar, if you look to the north, you can see the German commander commanding the battle in the truck compartment."

"German commander?" Kirilov asked in disbelief, "isn't he worried about our snipers when he's on the battlefield?"

To tell you the truth, when I first saw the German commander, I had the idea of killing each other with a sniper gun. But when I looked at the distance between them, it was two kilometers. Not to mention now, even in 50 or 60 years, there would be no sniper gun with such a long range. When I heard kirilov say the same thing, I had to say with a bitter smile: "my good political commissar, you don't see how far we are from the German truck parking place, at least two kilometers. We can't shoot sniper guns that far, unless we use artillery."

Kirilov listened to me and said with regret: "Alas, it's a pity. If they were closer to us, they could kill all the German commanders in the carriage by finding two soldiers with accurate shooting skills." At this point, he suddenly stopped talking, turned to look at me, and asked excitedly, "what did you just say?"

His words asked a little puzzling, I looked at him blankly, instinctively replied: "I said that we are too far away from the German here, can not hit so far sniper gun."

"Not this sentence, last sentence. What's your last sentence about?" Kirilov asked nervously.

Kirilov's exaggerated expression stunned me. I stood in the same place, frowning and laughing for a long time, then recalled what I had just said, and said to him: "I said, unless it's almost the same with artillery."

"Yes, that's it." Kirilov hit the palm of his left hand with his right fist excitedly, then yelled at the door, "come on

With his shouts, the soldier just now ran in again and stood up straight and asked us, "teacher, political commissar, do you have any instructions?"

Instead of speaking, I turned my eyes to kirilov, who was beside me. I only listened to his command to the soldiers: "Comrade soldier, please go and invite captain Morozov, the artillery battalion commander, to come here immediately. I have something important to look for him."

After receiving his order, the soldier did not leave immediately, but turned his face to me. Maybe it was because kirilov and I had different opinions not long ago, so he had to wait for me to confirm the order before he dared to leave. Seeing the soldier standing still, I understood what he was thinking, so I nodded to him and said, "since all the political commissars have given orders, then you can carry them out."

The soldier agreed happily, turned and ran out of the observation post.

Seeing the back of the soldiers leaving, I had guessed kirilov's idea, so I tentatively asked: "Comrade political commissar, do you want Morozov's artillery to bombard the German forward command post?"

Before Morozov arrived, the German infantry from the hillside position were only 20 or 30 meters away from the position on the top of the mountain. At this time, hundreds of soldiers stood up in the empty trench and smashed their grenades into the German attack line.

In an instant, a black smoke rose from the hillside, and the infantry who were badly blown up fled. At this time, our soldiers jumped out of the fortifications one after another, carrying machine guns, submachine guns and rifles to sweep at the enemy and beat the enemy in front of them. When the German infantry, who suffered more than half of the casualties, fled to the hillside position, the troops coming out of the cave had recovered their lost position and attacked the defeated enemy head-on.

Although there were tanks under the hillside and cannons in the distance, the German army was afraid that firing guns would hurt their own people, so we could only watch our troops attacking from two directions at the same time to wipe out the German army attacking the Highlands bit by bit. After a short time, all the German infantry who attacked the Highlands lay on the hillside, and none of them missed the net.

I am deeply afraid that our soldiers will take advantage of the victory and attack the German army at the foot of the mountain. In that case, our troops exposed on the hillside will be completely destroyed by the German tank artillery and howitzer fire. I was just about to call chejerikov and ask him to restrain his troops, but I didn't expect that the troops who attacked had already retracted their Fortifications on the mountainside and on the top of the mountain.

"It's a good fight. It's a good fight. That's the way to play! " When kirilov saw this scene, he couldn't help praising it repeatedly. However, he soon said with regret, "it's a pity that the Germans still have tanks and artillery, otherwise we can take the opportunity to attack all the lines and wipe out all the attacking enemies."

I first looked at the truck array in the distance, the line of howitzers in front of the truck, and the tanks at the foot of the hillside. I sighed silently in my heart and said regretfully, "if I can get the support of the air force, the truck array and artillery array on the grassland, including about 20 tanks at the foot of the mountain, are the living targets of aircraft attack."

As soon as I spoke, the German retaliatory shelling began. Not only the distant howitzers are firing, but also the tanks at the foot of the mountain. The German artillery fire was so intensive that it seemed to flatten our position in the shortest time, and the whole highland was covered by the black smoke of the explosion.

At this moment, Morozov came to the observation post breathlessly. Standing at the door, he politely asked us, "report to the division commander, political commissar, artillery battalion commander, Captain Morozov, who has been ordered to come and wait for your orders."

Kirilov waved to him. When Morozov came to him, he led the captain to the observation port, handed him his telescope, pointed to the distance and said to him, "Comrade captain, do you see that truck array?"

After looking for a while, Morozov put down his telescope, nodded to kirilov, and said with certainty, "see, comrade political commissar."

"I order you to take the mortar company to the south slope of the highland in front of you immediately, choose the right area to build the artillery position, and do everything possible to destroy the German command post in the truck array. Do you understand? "

After listening to kirilov's assignment to Morozov, I was deeply afraid that he did not pay attention to this matter, and specially stressed: "Captain Morozov, if you can successfully kill the German command post and their commander, then the German attack on us will be a complete failure. If not, the German army will continue to launch fierce attacks on our positions before dark. " At this point, I pointed to the highland where the front was being shelled and said earnestly: "at present, the position of the first regiment is being shelled by the German army, and there must be a lot of casualties. So you need to deploy the mortar company as soon as possible and destroy the German command post in the shortest time. Do you have confidence? "

"Please don't worry about the division commander and commissar," Morozov said aloud to both of us, "I promise you that this German command post will be destroyed."

After Morozov left, I stood in front of the observation port, holding a telescope to observe the surviving gun deployed in the pit. I saw a gunner lying on the ground not far from the front of the cannon, raising his right hand and swinging constantly, while the Gunners standing around the cannon moved with the gunner's gesture to adjust the position of the muzzle.

When the gunner's hand stopped completely, the muzzle of the cannon stopped turning. As the cannonball was loaded, the gunner looked back and seemed to yell at the back, then his raised right hand swung down. As soon as his hand fell, the isolated cannon opened fire and the shell roared out of the chamber.

When I saw our artillery firing, my first reaction was to look through the telescope at the location of the truck array, to see how they were blown up. As a result, I looked for a moment and saw that there was a silence. At that time, I couldn't help but be stunned. My heart said what happened to the artillery and where they hit the shells.

I took back the telescope again, and saw the Gunners withdraw the shell from the bore and load a new shell. Before the shooting, I had a lot of heart, and focused on the gunner lying in front of me, staring at his high right hand. When the shell came out again, I turned to the tanks at the foot of the hill.

In the open space between the two tanks, a group of fire and smoke suddenly rose, and the soil raised crackled on the body of the two tanks. It suddenly dawned on me that the Gunners' target was not the truck array in the distance, but the tanks at the foot of the mountain.

These Gunners' firing accuracy was obviously not very high, until the fourth shell hit a German tank. When the gunner in charge of observation tilts his thumbs to his comrades in arms behind him, his movements become more agile and his shooting speed is faster. As the German artillery bombardment of the Highlands was in full swing at this time, no one found a cannon nearby shooting at their tanks.

I patted kirilov on the shoulder excitedly, then pointed to the big gun in the hollow and said excitedly, "Comrade political commissar, you see, our gun is shooting at the German tank."

Kirilov looked in the direction of my finger for a while and then asked curiously, "Comrade oshanina, what's that gunner doing in front of the cannon? If you want to observe, he can also observe when standing beside the cannon? "

I have been wondering why the gunner would lie in front of the cannon. When I heard kirilov think the same, I could not help observing the gunner carefully. After looking at it for a while, I finally found that the position of the cannon was lower than the hillside. Not only the enemy outside could not see our cannon, but also the gunner standing beside the cannon could see the enemy outside. It was the observation of the gunner lying in front that adjusted the firing angle. After I understood it, I quickly explained it to kirilov, and he suddenly realized it.

Our artillery kept firing. Although many shells fell empty and exploded in the open space near the tanks, some shells hit the German tanks accurately. But when the German tanks stopped at the foot of the mountain caught fire one after another, even the fool knew that there must be our cannons nearby.

The German army stopped shelling the highlands. The howitzers and tank guns turned their muzzle and fired in the direction of the shells. Because they couldn't see the gun that was firing at them, they thought it was the destroyed artillery position, and there were surviving cannons firing, so they chose the target here without hesitation. The just silent position was overturned again by the artillery fire, the remains of the cannon were torn to pieces, and the remains of the martyrs were blasted to pieces.

Seeing this scene, kirilov angrily scolded: "damn the Germans, we will not let go of our dead soldiers. We must take revenge for this revenge!"

Because the German army chose the wrong target to shoot, when they launched the crazy shelling, our cannons continued to shoot and destroyed two tanks accurately. But just then the cannons stopped firing.

"What's the matter? Why don't you fire?" Kirilov asked in surprise.

I saw the empty boxes beside the big gun, and when two Gunners left the gun position and ran towards the artillery position that was being heavily shelled, I knew the reason why they stopped shooting: "all the shells are gone!"

As soon as the two gunners, who were running in front and behind, rushed near the artillery position, a shell fell from the sky and landed beside the gunner who was running in front, directly blowing him out. Another gunner rushed up the hillside and ran to a fairly complete wooden box. It seemed that he wanted to drag the box back.

As soon as he bent over to carry the wooden box, he suddenly froze. Then he put out his hands to cover his back, staggered a few steps to the side, and rolled down the hillside.

Seeing that the two soldiers who went to carry the shells died, I quickly walked to the door. I just wanted to call the soldiers on guard outside to come in, but I found that the second commander Pugachev also came outside the observation post. Quickly face a board, toward him loudly shout: "two regiment leaders, come over for a while." Pugachev quickly ran to me and stood at attention, silent, waiting for my order.

When the situation was urgent, I didn't care to talk to him. I told him straight to the point: "Captain Pugachev, you immediately arrange a platoon of soldiers to go to the artillery camp to get the shells, and then send them to the big gun in the hollow. We need to move quickly. We depend on these surviving artillery soldiers to destroy the German tanks. "

After receiving my order, Pugachev didn't immediately turn around and run out. Instead, he darted to the telephone of the observation station. After shaking the handle a few times, he picked up the microphone and said solemnly to the other party, "Hello, is it the third company commander? I'm chief Pugachev. I now order you to immediately send a platoon of soldiers to carry out boxes of shells from the artillery camp and send them to the cannon hiding in the hollow

After putting down the phone, Pugachev gave me a embarrassed smile, and then explained to me: "report to division commander, just after I saw our artillery position destroyed by the German, I sent a company's infantry to the artillery battalion, ready to help the artillery of the third company immediately after getting your order, push the artillery to the position, and continue to fight with the German tanks."

"Well, well, chief Pugachev, you did a good job." When kirilov heard that Pugachev was thinking so comprehensively, he couldn't help giving him a thumbs up and praising him at the same time.