Chapter 624

After praising Pugachev, kirilov looked at me and solemnly suggested to me: "Comrade division, I propose that the remaining anti tank artillery company should also be put into combat, so that we can eliminate the German tanks at the foot of the mountain as soon as possible."

"No, the rest of the anti tank company can't move." I couldn't help but refuse kirilov's offer. Just finished this sentence, but found his face expression is not harmonious, seems to me so quickly denied his opinion and dissatisfaction. In order to prevent him from misunderstanding me, I quickly explained to him: "Comrade political commissar, the two anti tank companies assigned to us by the group army should have been their limit. I don't think we will get any similar supplement before the end of the campaign. If the anti tank artillery company is exhausted on the first day of the highland defense war, we can only rely on our brave soldiers to rush forward with cluster grenades at any cost in order to deal with the enemy's tanks in the remaining days. Today's situation, I think you can see that a platoon soldier lurking in the front line in advance, even if the enemy suddenly attacked without any defense, only a few tanks were destroyed. In the next battle, in order to prevent us from repeating our old skills, the enemy is bound to strengthen our prevention. In that case, even if we have made great sacrifices, we will not be able to blow up several enemy tanks. "

What I said made kirilov ponder. After a long time, he said difficultly, "Comrade oshanina, maybe you are right. But we can't watch the German tanks bombard our positions without fear. Even if the garrison on the position has strong fortifications, under the fierce artillery fire of the enemy, there will be absolutely no less casualties. "

Looking at the German shells falling on our position like they don't cost money, I was also worried. But it's hard to make a living without rice. There isn't enough heavy firepower. If you want to suppress the enemy's artillery fire, it's just a fool's dream. As for kirilov's complaint, I can only say with regret: "if we had air force, then we would certainly be able to deal a heavy blow to this enemy force."

Hearing this, kirilov's eyes suddenly brightened, the corners of his mouth slightly tilted, and then confidently said, "Comrade oshanina, maybe I can find a way to get the superior to provide us with air force assistance."

I looked at him suspiciously and said in my heart: No, as far as I know, even trekov can't command the air force. What's more, he is just the director of the Political Department of the group army.

Kirilov didn't notice the difference on my face. He went to the phone and picked up the receiver. After dialing, he ordered steadily: "is it lieutenant razumeyeva? I'm commissar kirilov. I order you to send a radio operator to the observation post immediately with a telephone. Do you understand? "

While waiting for the telegraph operator to come, I saw that German howitzers and tank guns were still bombarding the former artillery positions without interruption, ignoring our army guarded Highlands for the time being. And those infantry who left the truck array were squatting about 100 meters behind the tank, as if they were waiting for the opportunity to attack.

It was captain Morozov and the soldiers of his mortar company who did not follow the circling trenches to the high ground, but directly climbed up the steep terrain of the south slope. At last, they stopped 200 meters away from the top of the hill and launched on the spot, erecting more than a dozen mortars on the hill.

I'm thinking about how they can hit the enemy on the other side when they set their artillery position on the back of the high ground? I saw two Gunners coming out of the line, carrying things on their shoulders and trying to climb up. When they got to the top of the mountain, they put the things they were carrying on the ground and quickly assembled them. Then I saw that it was an artillery observation mirror.

Turning his eyes to the foot of the mountain, he saw the soldiers of the third company of the second regiment, who were responsible for carrying the shells, in groups of two, running towards the cannon with the box. Although from time to time there were shells flying over and exploding near them, the soldiers didn't lie down on the spot or even bend their waist. They kept their original speed and ran to the cannon.

The Gunners next to the cannons saw a large group of people carrying boxes running towards them. They immediately understood what was going on. Two Gunners immediately came to meet them and helped the two fastest soldiers to build a hand. Four people ran to the cannons carrying the cannonball boxes. When he got to the side of the cannon, the wooden box was put on the ground. The gunner guarding the side of the cannon pried open the wooden box with a short crowbar, took a shell out of it and quickly filled it into the gun bore. As soon as the gun door was closed, a gunner next to us suddenly pulled the rope in his hand. Our cannon roared and the shell roared out of the gun.

I quickly looked at the German tank through the telescope, and saw a tank that was firing. The body of the tank was shocked, and then a flame rushed into the sky from the open hatch. Then the tank was covered in a black fog composed of smoke.

The gunner, lying in front of him, saw that the cannon had hit the target accurately and cocked his thumb back. The rest of the Gunners and the soldiers of the third company cheered when they knew that the cannon had hit the target. Then the soldiers of the third company turned back and quickly ran to the place where they had just hidden, as if they wanted to move more shells.

The surviving cannons of the second company of the artillery battalion achieved success, and the mortar company on the south slope of the highland was not outdone. Under the guidance of the observers, they fired decisively.

More than a dozen mortar shells flew over the highlands and landed in the infantry line behind the tank. Because of the scattered location, only a few dozen German soldiers were knocked down. I can only smile bitterly when I see this scene. The mortar company's soldiers are really poor in technology. If their shells can be concentrated, they can at least blow down twice as many enemies.

Before I could comment on kirilov's mortar company, the operator with the telephone on his back arrived. It was not lieutenant razumeyeva, but corporal Najia who came to the division with her to report. Kirilov saw the operator coming and helped her set the telephone on the table. Then he gave her a direct order: "corporal, please contact the headquarters immediately. This is the call code of the headquarters radio station." Then he handed a piece of paper to Na Jia.

When I heard Najia calling the radio station of the headquarters of the front army, kirilov stood beside her with her hand on the table. I watched all this curiously and secretly guessed what would happen after contacting the headquarters of the front army?

When the headquarters radio station was about to go through, kirilov took Najia's earphone and transmitter and said in a loud voice, "Hello, Hello, is that Comrade military commissar? What, you're not? Who am I?! I am kirilov, director of the Political Department of the 62nd group army. I have something important to ask Comrade Khrushchev, military commissar of the front army. "

When I heard Khrushchev's name, I was secretly surprised. I didn't expect that kirilov, the little director of the political department, could directly contact the military commissars of the front army.

After some twists and turns, kirilov finally found Khrushchev. He didn't greet him either. He said frankly, "Hello, comrade Khrushchev. But now is not the time to reminisce. I have something important to ask for your help

Not knowing what Khrushchev was saying, kirilov stopped, pressed the earphone hard to his ear and nodded his head frequently. After waiting for the other party to fall behind, he earnestly said: "Comrade military commissar, the Germans launched an attack on our mamayev post with one tank battalion, two artillery battalions and a infantry regiment. Our soldiers fought hard because of the heavy German fire. As an old friend, I beg you to let the 8th air force group army send out planes to carry out air strikes on the German troops attacking our highlands. Their trucks are placed in a large square two kilometers away from our position, which is an obvious target. What, no more planes? Lost in these two days of fighting? I beg you, old man, even if only two airplanes can be dispatched. "

Kirilov is still talking to Khrushchev, but I have no interest in listening to it. From the analysis of the two men's opponents, we can't count on air force support. I went back to the observation port and continued to observe the situation on the battlefield.

In just a few minutes, at least three tanks at the foot of the mountain were killed by the anti tank gun. Seeing such gratifying results, I almost impulsively let the third artillery company go to battle to expand the existing results. However, on second thought, although the three companies were transferred up, more than a dozen guns could be fired, but at the same time, the target was big and the honor was exposed. The German howitzer battalion in the distance could easily wipe them out.

After the tanks at the foot of the mountain were attacked one after another, the tank soldiers were frightened by the mysterious cannon and started their tanks one after another in an attempt to turn around and return to the starting position. But can our artillery spare them? As soon as the tank shelling stopped, another one was hit.

The mortar company on the hillside launched another volley. This time, it was obviously better than just now. After the smoke of gunpowder dispersed, I saw at least 30 soldiers lying on the ground motionless. The tanks are retreating, and the infantry don't stand foolishly waiting for the shells. They turn around and run to the car Square.

At this moment, kirilov came up to me with a worried face and said in shame, "I'm sorry, comrade oshanina. I wanted to use my personal relationship with the military commissar of the front army to order the 8th Army of the air force to send out planes to attack the German army in front of our position. Unexpectedly, he said, "the 8th group army's aircraft have been completely lost in the fighting two days ago, while the newly added aircraft and pilots have not yet arrived, so they are unable to provide us with necessary air assistance for the time being."

Although I was not supported by the air force, I was a little disappointed, but I soon wanted to open up. There will be at least two more months left from the present stage of campaign defense to the stage of counter offensive. Even though kirilov got air aid through his personal relationship this time, can he get the same aid for every fight in the future? Instead of worrying about gains and losses here, it's better to make use of the existing strength to fight every battle in a down-to-earth way. Thinking of this, I confidently said to kirilov: "Comrade political commissar, don't worry. Although we can't get the aid of the air force, we still have the strength to fight back the German attack." Speaking of this, I yelled at the outside: "come on!"

With my shouts, soldiers standing guard outside immediately appeared at the door silently, waiting for my order.

"Comrade soldier, you immediately run to inform the Gunners of the big gun in the hollow, and ask them to turn their shooting target to the truck array in the distance."

"Yes The soldier made a loud promise and turned to leave“ Just a moment, please A familiar voice suddenly rang out beside me. I didn't look back to know it was Pugachev's voice. For such a long time, he stood silently in the observation center and did not speak, so that kirilov and I ignored him. Seeing that kirilov and I turned our attention to him, he quickly added: "Comrade division commander, it's a waste of time to send orders from here to the hollow. I'd better call the soldiers of the third company to send messages." When I heard him say this, I remembered that the soldiers of the third company were really the closest to the artillery at the moment, so I nodded in agreement and took the initiative to say, "in this case, comrade Pugachev, you can give orders to your troops now." With that, I waved to the guard camp, which was still standing at the door. Pugachev picked up the receiver and clearly ordered his men: "the third company commander, immediately send the soldiers to the cannon just now, and let them adjust the shooting target from the tank at the foot of the mountain to the truck array in the distance." The mortar company's shells chased the German infantry behind their buttocks and exploded, but when they were 50 or 60 meters away from the howitzer position, the explosion point could not move forward any more. When I saw this scene, I knew in my heart that because of the angle and range, our mortars could not even reach the enemy's howitzer positions, let alone the farther truck array, so I could only place all my hope on the cannon in the hollow. When the heralds sent by the third company conveyed my order to the artillery, only seven or eight German tanks could retreat near the howitzer position, and the rest became the victims of our anti tank guns. At this time, they raised the muzzle and replaced the next target with a truck array in the distance. The truck array is two kilometers away from the highland. If there are no long-range strike weapons, we can only stare at the arrogant German soldiers in the distance. But now there is a 76mm anti tank gun. The situation is totally different. The denser their formation is, the more accurate our artillery is. When the first shell was fired, it was ready to hit a truck behind the howitzer position. The car fragments were blown up everywhere, causing the nearby artillery to cry and howl, but they didn't care to continue to bombard our positions. They dropped their guns and began to run around. Because our artillery ammunition is sufficient, the Gunners do not have to worry that they will run out of shells. As soon as they finish loading, they will fire immediately. Although there was only one gun, it made an artillery company. In addition, the constant firing of the mortar company on the hillside made the enemy even more confused. We didn't know how many artillery soldiers were shooting at them on our high ground. The German commander, seeing that our artillery began to bombard his truck, did not dare to stay in the car to command. Instead, with the help of several subordinates, he slipped out of the car and disappeared. Then the German truck phalanx began to disperse, some quick action soldiers climbed into the truck compartment, with the U-turn car to the back. What's more, he was frightened by the scene that the truck was constantly hit. He even couldn't care about the car, so he turned around and ran backward. The square array of one or two hundred trucks doesn't mean that you can transfer by transferring. All the trucks scrambled backward. As a result, some trucks collided in confusion, blocking the back of other trucks, leading to chaos. The artillery in the howitzer position dropped their guns and ran back behind the infantry. Twenty minutes later, the flustered German army finally escaped from our sight. And the burning remains of tanks and cars are still a silent reminder of how fierce the fighting here was.