Chapter 644

When I arrived at the observation post, I raised my telescope and looked at the open field in front of a regiment of positions. I saw that the officers and men who had fled in disorder had completely lost their organizational system. There were dozens of them, and there were dozens of them, rushing to the direction of a regiment of positions.

I turned my eyes to the back of the friendly troops. I didn't see any enemy troops. Only sporadic artillery fire was bombarding the fleeing troops. A small number of shells fell on empty positions and exploded, causing no casualties to the troops; But more shells fell in the crowd and exploded, blowing up the soldiers who were running desperately. Bursts of smoke blown by the river wind, filled with the flying dust and strong smell of blood.

It is not that our soldiers are not brave, nor that our grassroots commanders are not excellent. It is because our weapons are not as strong as the enemy's. under the attack of the enemy's powerful firepower, our troops only equipped with light weapons can not bear to withdraw from the battle.

I couldn't bear to watch any more. I quickly walked to the phone, picked up the phone and called ahlomeyev. I sternly ordered him: "Comrade chief of staff, the friendly forces that have withdrawn from the battle are retreating to the position of the first regiment. You immediately contact shejerikov and ask them to send a company to meet the friendly forces. "

As soon as he put down the phone, kirilov suddenly called out to me, "o'shanina, come and have a look. It seems that something has happened. There seems to be a riot behind the retreating troops."

"Riot?" When I heard kirilov say this, I was full of doubts: are friendly forces still fighting at this critical moment? He quickly went to the observation port, raised his telescope and looked into the distance to see what was going on?

From the telescope, I saw that there was chaos in the last team. Some people were fighting close to each other, and others were shooting with guns. When I take a closer look, I can see what happened. The people who fought with our soldiers were all wearing German uniforms and should have been captured by our army. It seems that they want to take advantage of the opportunity to escape, the result and custody of their soldiers had a conflict.

I moved my telescope away from my eyes, turned to kirilov and said, "Comrade political commissar, it seems that the German soldiers who were captured by our army tried to escape and clashed with the soldiers who were guarding them."

Kirilov snorted and said in a scornful tone, "hum, if you want to run away, there is no such light thing. Now that they have been captured by our army, we must have the consciousness to be prisoners. Otherwise, even if we kill them all, we can't let them escape and take up arms to fight with us. "

After that, he also went to the telephone and picked up the phone to call ahlomeyev: "Comrade chief of staff, I just saw that the prisoners captured by the friendly forces were taking advantage of the riot and attempted to escape. So you have to order lieutenant colonel chejerikov to send another company to reinforce the officers and men who are in charge of the prisoners. Never let one prisoner escape. "

The order we gave was soon conveyed to sjerykov, who saw the officers and men rushing out from the hillside position into the open. Kirilov suddenly said, "Comrade oshanina, I find that you seldom contact a regiment recently."

When I heard him say this, I was stunned for a moment, then quickly recovered and replied with a smile: "in the past, I was the only one in charge of the independent division, so I had to do everything. I had more contact with the commanders of various regiments. Now that you and akhromeyev, the chief of staff, share a lot of work for me, naturally I have much less contact with the troops below. Besides, the combat effectiveness of the first regiment was originally the strongest in the whole division, and now it is equipped with a capable political commissar like oberstein, so we need not worry about the affairs of the first regiment. "

After the troops of the first regiment went down the mountain, they immediately divided into two groups. One group took the friendly troops through the highlands and entered the city; On the other hand, he rushed over to help the soldiers who were in custody and eliminate the prisoners of the riot.

The fleeing troops stopped one after another after crossing the position of the regiment to the south slope, and several commanders with big eaves hats began to gather up the troops. It seems that they want to gather as many soldiers as possible and then withdraw to the city.

The company in charge of the extermination of the rioting prisoners of war is obviously not going well. After fighting with our soldiers, the German soldiers seemed to have the upper hand. After killing our soldiers, they got a lot of weapons from them. Seeing the troops rushing towards them in the face of gunfire, they quickly fell down in the crater and fired on the favorable terrain.

The soldiers of the first regiment all have rich fighting experience. When the soldiers who rush to the front are knocked down by random guns, the rest jump into the nearby crater and shoot back. After a brief period of confusion, the soldiers, under the cover of two light machine guns, leaped forward with the help of craters, and quickly pushed towards the German army. However, when the distance between the two sides was less than 20 meters, countless grenades flew out of the crater where our soldiers were hiding. After drawing a beautiful arc in the air, they fell into the crater where the enemy was hiding and exploded. Under the cover of the smoke, our soldiers jumped out of the crater and pounced on the stubborn enemy.

The battle ended in about ten minutes. Most of the prisoners of war were killed. The survivors quickly raised their hands and stood honestly in the crater waiting for our soldiers to catch them. As the enemy's shelling was still going on, in order to ensure safety, the soldiers who had captured the prisoners were all two men, one on each side, dragging the prisoners to the high ground.

When there were no more running figures in the open field, I thought all the troops that should be withdrawn had withdrawn. Just as I was about to leave, kirilov suddenly said, "Comrade oshanina, come and see, it seems that there are still our people on the battlefield. Yes, it's our people. It's our health workers who are rescuing the wounded. "

I picked up the telescope again and looked at the open field. Sure enough, I saw some health workers with Red Cross sleeves and medicine boxes bending over in the battlefield.

Among these health workers, is there shimakova? I think so, involuntarily moved the telescope, in the busy crowd, looking for her trace.

Close to the position, no; There was no place a little further from the position. I thought shmakova didn't take part in the treatment. I was relieved and said: don't let the female health workers take risks in such a dangerous situation.

When I was about to take the telescope out of front of my eyes, I inadvertently looked at the area in the distance where the battle had just been carried out. Suddenly, I was in a cold sweat. I saw shmakova, who had thought he was still in the safe rescue center, was wearing a steel helmet, a military raincoat, and crouching beside a seriously wounded man under the fire of the enemy, dressing him up. A shell landed not far away and exploded. Almost at the same time, shmakova threw the gauze in her hand and threw it directly on the wounded to protect them from being injured by shrapnel.

However, there was no danger at all. Shmakova quickly got up from the wounded and continued to bandage him. After the bandage was finished, shmakova carried the wounded on his back and walked towards the position. After walking about 70 or 80 meters, she met two other male health workers. After giving the wounded to them, she turned around and ran to the place with the most intensive artillery fire.

Shimakova's performance made me thrilled. I raised my hand and patted kirilov standing next to him. At the same time, I pointed to the running shimakova and said to him excitedly: "Comrade political commissar, you see, our female health workers are rushing towards the enemy's gunfire to rescue the wounded who fall on the battlefield."

This time, when shmakova ran towards a newly found wounded, another shell fell on her side and exploded, her body fell to the ground. When he saw this scene, kirilov could not help exclaiming in a low voice. But I held my breath and focused on shmakova lying on the ground, fearing that she would be hit by shrapnel and would never be able to get up again.

However, my worry seemed to be unnecessary. Soon after, shmakova raised her body, waved her head vigorously, shook off the dust on her body and hat, and ran to the wounded quickly. As the wounded was near the location, there were shells falling and exploding from time to time, so shmakova could no longer squat to bandage the wounded as she had just done, so she and the wounded lay side by side and began to bandage each other with difficulty.

Seeing this scene, kirilov was moved and said, "this woman is really amazing. Do you know her name? I will record her merits, report her deeds to the headquarters of the group army, and call on all officers and men to learn from her! "

"Her name is Tamara shmakova." When I spoke to kirilov, my eyes were always on shmakova. From my observation, the wounded is not light in condition, but also big. I don't know if shmakova can drag him to the rear?

My worry soon became a reality. After dressing up the wounded, she tried to carry the wounded on her back as she had just done. As a result, she tried several times and was unable to carry the wounded on her back. When I was at a loss, she took off her raincoat and put it on the ground, then moved the wounded up. Then she grabbed the family of the raincoat with both hands and dragged the wounded back.

When I saw the sporadic shells exploding around her, my heart went up to my throat. If there was a shell with no eyes that fell on her side and exploded, she would have no hope of survival.

"Hell, where are all the male health workers? How can only one lesbian do such a dangerous thing?" When kirilov saw this situation, he began to nag anxiously: "Comrade teacher, we should think of some way to take this female health worker down. We can't watch her die in vain."

"Comrade political commissar, please keep calm." Although I was worried to see the shells exploding around shmakova, after hearing kirilov's words, I pretended to be calm and said without looking back: "I believe the enemy's shells can't hit her."

At this moment, basmanov's voice of calling for a report came from the door: "report to the division commander, political commissar and commander of the friendly army. They have come to visit you."

I put down my telescope and turned to see two commanders of similar height standing behind busmanov at the door. From their badges, I can see that one is a colonel and the other is a political commissar at the battalion level.

Before I could figure out whether I should take the initiative to greet them, kirilov had already passed me and said hello to them directly and familiarly: "Hello, Colonel baklanov and commissar korogosky. I'm glad to see that you led the troops to withdraw safely." Then he reached out to shake hands with them one by one.

After shaking hands, he turned to me and explained, "Comrade oshanina, let's get to know him. This is Comrade baklanov, division commander of the 299th infantry division. This is Comrade korogosky, political commissar of the battalion."

I quickly came forward to shake hands with the two people, and politely said: "Hello! Welcome to our company. You can lead your troops to rest for a few hours at mamayev post and then go back to the city. "

When I said that, the bakranov blushed and said excitedly, "no, comrade Colonel, we don't need to rest. As soon as the scattered troops are gathered up, I will lead them back to the city."

As soon as baklanov's words were finished, I immediately understood that he had misunderstood. He thought I was satirizing him, so he was so excited. I quickly explained to him, "Colonel baklanov, you may not know that the German troops have rushed into the city from several directions and are engaged in fierce fighting with our troops. Since you rush back to the city without rest and wait for the exhausted officers and men to regain their physical strength, I don't know what will happen if you encounter the enemy's troops. "

As soon as kirilov had finished waiting for me, he quickly took baklanov's hand and said with a kind face: "Comrade oshanina is right. Your soldiers are tired and hungry after so long fighting and no food. Once they encounter the enemy when they enter the city, it is impossible to win. Why don't you rest for a few hours? "

After listening to kirilov's words, baklanov could not help hesitating. When he was hesitating, korogosky, the political commissar beside him, took the initiative to make a statement: "since it's the kindness of Comrade kirilov and Colonel oshanina, comrade division commander, we'd better not refuse, just do as they say." Seeing that his political commissar said so, baklanov was no longer stubborn and nodded his head as a promise.

Kirilov nodded with satisfaction, and then told basmanov, who was still standing by the door, "Comrade captain, you will guide them to take him and his troops to the settlement. At the same time, tell Col. Gaidar to provide our friendly forces with the necessary food and enough water for them to have a good rest in our defense area for a few hours. "

After basmanov agreed, he gestured to the two commanders of the friendly army and said politely, "please, comrades, I'll take you and your troops to the nearby residential areas for rest."

Bakranov nodded at us, turned and followed basmanov out, while political commissar korogosky extended his hand, shook hands with kirilov and me again and expressed his thanks, then turned to chase his teacher.

After a few people left, I quickly rushed to the observation port, raised my telescope and looked at the battlefield to see if shmakova had successfully dragged the wounded back. I searched everywhere for a long time before I saw the figure of shmakova among the several health workers behind a stretcher, and my heart hanging in my throat was implemented.

After landing in the evening, I turned more attention to the Volga River, because according to the prior agreement, the 13th division of general rojmtsev's guards will start to cross the river on a large scale.

Before the fleet appeared in my field of vision, I even worried about whether the 13th division of the guards would be like the air force that commander yelomienko promised to support the operation, which was a nonexistent picture pie.

As soon as I worried, kirilov, who was standing next to me, cried out excitedly: "Comrade oshanina, look at the fleet, the fleet carrying soldiers. Thank goodness, the reinforcements from the headquarters have finally arrived. "

At the beginning, the fleet was just a group of small black spots. As it approached, the outline of the ship gradually became clear. The fleet is made up of more than 20 steamboats. Perhaps it is to speed up the crossing of the river. The places where people can stand on the boats are full of commanders and fighters. From a distance, you can only see pieces of helmets. The scene is really spectacular.

Kirilov was excitedly counting the number of ships and calculating the number of people in the division, but I was secretly worried that if there were so many people on each ship, if they were hit by one shell or bomb from the enemy, they might cause dozens or even hundreds of casualties.

When I was worrying, the roar of aircraft motors came from the sky. I looked up and saw two enemy planes skimming over our highlands and rushing towards the river crossing fleet. At the same time, the shelling which had just stopped began again. This time, their shelling target was not the open area in front of the mamayev post, but the Volga River. The shells that fell into the river and exploded suddenly set off one water column after another.

Seeing that the troops across the river were shelled and bombed by the enemy, kirilov, who had always been calm, was in a panic. He cried out, "hell, where's our air force? Where's our air force? Can we just watch a division's troops being sent to the bottom of the Volga River by the enemy's guns and planes while crossing the river? "

Seeing kirilov's gaffe again, I can only sigh helplessly, knowing that the river crossing troops will suffer heavy casualties, but there is nothing we can do about it. We can only pray that they will have a good luck and less loss in the process of crossing the river.

When the two enemy planes dived into the fleet, although the infantry on board could only stare at the enemy planes in the sky, the sailors were trying to find a way to stop the enemy planes from bombing the fleet. At the same time, the chimneys of almost all the ships emitted thick smoke to block the view of the enemy planes; At the same time, the ship's anti-aircraft machine guns also fired fiercely into the air.

Despite the smoke from chimneys and the firing of anti-aircraft machine guns, the enemy planes still swooped down from the air and fired at the troop carriers. A bomb dropped by an airplane hit a steamship. In the huge fire, the fragments of the ship and the bodies of the soldiers could be seen clearly. They were thrown into the air and then plopped into the water. Although the bomb of the other plane was thrown off the right side of the boat, when a high water column was aroused by the side of the boat, several soldiers tilted and plummeted into the water. The plane hit the target and the shell hit our ship as well. The bow of a steamship will hit, the tail of the steamship will rise, the ship will sink slowly, the soldiers have to dive to escape. When I saw one steamboat after another hit by bullets and the casualties of the troops were increasing, I was so angry that I hit the wall with a blow. However, as the fleet got closer and closer to the wharf, the anti-aircraft guns near the wharf also opened fire, driving the two enemy planes away from the Volga River, covering the burning ships to the shore.