Chapter 664

As major gordonov's new army entered the battle, the war situation became one-sided. Before dawn, most of the Soviet street and buildings returned to our army. The military material warehouse that aroused my strong interest was also recaptured in the battle.

As my chief of staff, akhromeyev knows in his heart that the reason why I spared no effort to send troops to assist the 42nd regiment of the guards and cooperate with the friendly forces to recover the lost land is only a cover, and its main purpose is to provide military materials in the warehouse. So when our troops seized the warehouse from the enemy, they immediately arranged for people to move the materials inside to the truck.

When more than 20 trucks were full, akhromeyev specially asked me for instructions: "report to Mr. division, the materials have been loaded. Next, where should I send the materials to? "

As for the storage site of materials, I have long considered that there is a huge underground fortification in the residential area where the third regiment of the first regiment is stationed. It should be the most suitable place to store materials, so I decisively ordered akhromeyev: "let the motorcade transport all the materials to the third regiment of the first regiment. It's the best place to store them." He also stressed that "let major Godunov be in charge of escort, anyway, his troops are stationed there."

Half an hour later, in the corner of my division headquarters, there was a pile of some materials sent by Godunov. Seeing these materials in front of me, I am glad that I have made the right decision. It turned out that there were not only military coats in the warehouse, but also a lot of cotton uniforms, boxes of dried bread and tins of American beef.

Cotton uniforms and military coats can be assigned to soldiers for changing, while dried bread and canned beef can improve the food of the division. Fortunately, due to the continuous counterattack of the guard division, the German people had no time to transfer the materials in the warehouse. Otherwise, all the materials left by the unknown army would be cheap to the German people.

Kirilov and I were staring at the pile of good things in front of us and giggling when the phone on the desk rang. As soon as I picked it up and spoke, I heard rodymzev's roaring voice: "Captain oshanina, you bastard, do you know what you've done?"

As soon as I heard it was rodymzev's voice, I immediately guessed that he was calling to ask for a crime. After all, I had transported so many military materials back to my defense area. However, I pretended to be confused and asked innocently, "Comrade General, I don't understand what you are talking about."

Rodimzev snorted heavily and then asked me, "I got information that after the officers and soldiers of your division captured the military material warehouse near the flour mill, they loaded a large number of materials and transported them to the defense area of your division. Let me ask you, is that true? "

"Yes, Comrade General. Please listen to my explanation. As my division is newly established, all kinds of materials are not available. For example, it's cold now, and most of our soldiers are still wearing single clothes... "

Before I finished, rodimzev impolitely interrupted me: "I don't care about this. Since the military material warehouse is in our division's defense area, you have no right to use all the materials in it. I order you to send someone immediately to send all the goods back to the warehouse. "

When I heard his overbearing order, I was suddenly unknown. Originally, I wanted to explain it to him, but he asked me to send everything back to him. It's never my style to spit out the meat that I eat. I know clearly in my heart that it's impossible to block a new round of German attack with the current strength of the independent division. Then the fate of these materials after they are sent back is to fall into the hands of the German people again. It's better to stay in my hands and play a better role than that. Thinking of this, I strongly refuted him: "sorry, comrade general, I can't carry out your order. Although the German army has been repulsed by us at present, with their strength, the Soviet street may be taken back by them again at any time. Therefore, if the goods are sent back at present, it is tantamount to giving them to the Germans. Sorry, I can't carry out your order. "

"Comrade Colonel, let me remind you that orders from the higher authorities are not allowed to be discussed." In order to make me submit, rodymzev also tried to suppress me with his identity“ Although we are both division commanders, I am a major general, and you are only a colonel. Besides, please don't forget that the troops north of Stalingrad are under my command at present. "

"I'm sorry, Comrade General." I replied humbly: "although according to the regulations, the orders of the superior commander are not allowed to be discussed. But in order to ensure the victory of the battle, I always only carry out the right orders. If you are not satisfied with anything, you can report it to commander trekov. " With that, I slammed the microphone on the base, which made kirilov startled.

Kirilov heard my conversation with rodimzev and said with some worry, "Comrade oshanina, how can you say that to general rodimzev? Do you know that this is the following offence and will be punished. " Then he reached for the phone and said to himself, "no, I'll call the commander and the military commissar right away and explain this to him."

I stopped him from calling and said, "Comrade political commissar, don't call for the time being. I don't think the commander and the military commissar will dismiss me even if they know about it. As long as our troops can change into winter clothes as soon as possible, even if I am wronged, what is it

Although my words are high sounding, but my heart has been burning with anger, thinking that we are all teachers, why do you give me advice? If you really have the ability, why didn't you even hear your name in those battles in the later period of the patriotic war? It can be seen that your command level is also limited. Thinking of this, I went to the telephone, bowed my head and told razumeyeva: "Lieutenant, contact the chief of staff immediately. I have important orders to give to him."

Kirilov, who didn't know why, ran over and asked mistily, "Comrade oshanina, what are you going to do?"

"What else can I do?" Without looking back, I said, "order akhromeyev to change the army's clothes immediately. I don't want my subordinates to be frozen in such cold weather." Listen to me, kirilov did not continue to ask, but stood quietly beside me and kept silent.

As soon as I got in touch with akhromeyev, I immediately asked him, "chief of staff, how many supplies are there in the warehouse?"

"About two-thirds. Besides winter clothes, bread slices and canned beef, there are also some weapons and ammunition. "

"Listen, chief of staff. When major gordonov's team returns, it will be loaded again. We don't need to pull back the rest of the materials, but we'll leave them to you. "

"What should I do with it?" Asked akhromeyev, who did not know why.

"Let the officers and men currently on the Soviet Street enter the warehouse in batches to change into winter clothes and replenish ammunition and food. If there is any more, give it to the brothers of the 42nd regiment of the guards. "

"I see. I'll arrange for it right away."

Kirilov, after my call with akhromeyev, nodded slightly and said, "Comrade oshanina, your way of handling is more appropriate. Leave a part of the materials to the 42nd regiment of the guards, so that general rojmtsev can really go to the commander and tell you about it, and we can find a reason to defend ourselves. "

At about ten o'clock in the morning, trikov walked into my division headquarters with four or five guards without saying hello in advance. After receiving our salute with ease, he sat down at the table, raised his head and asked me, "Comrade oshanina, I heard general rodimzeff say that you emptied the military material warehouse next to the flour mill without his permission. Is that the case?"

"Yes, comrade commander. I ordered people to carry the materials in the warehouse and transport them back to our division's defense area. But I didn't move all the materials back, and left a part of them for the 42nd regiment

"Mischief, you are just mischievous!" Trikov clapped his hand on the table, stood up, pointed at me and scolded, "you carry materials without permission of general rojimtev. I don't blame you for that. But why do you insist on going your own way after receiving the call from Comrade rojmzev and refuse to send the materials back to him? "

"Comrade commander, it's none of the teacher's business. It's my idea." Kirilov may have taken the initiative to protect me. After all, he is at the same level as trekov. Some words do not belong to the following crimes: "as you know, the independent division is a newly formed force, and all kinds of materials are scarce. Especially now the weather is getting colder and colder, but the vast majority of the soldiers are still wearing single clothes in summer. The reason why they bring these materials back is to change the clothes for the soldiers. "

After listening, trikov went to the place where the materials were stacked, raised his foot and kicked the winter clothes piled on the ground, and then turned to look at all the people in the headquarters. When his eyes swept over the thin uniforms of the members of the headquarters, his tone suddenly became friendly: "these things on the ground are the military materials you brought back?"

"Yes, comrade commander." When I heard the question from trakov, I quickly stepped forward and respectfully reported to him: "I plan to change winter clothes for all the troops after all the materials are transported back. I don't want my soldiers to be frostbitten in the coming winter because they don't have winter equipment, resulting in a large number of non combat casualties."

Trekov went back to the table and sat down. He raised his head and asked me, "as far as I know, there are only more than 3000 people in the independent division, but there are 8000 army coats in the warehouse. Why don't you give the extra army coats to the 13th division?"

"Well, comrade commander." I don't think it's necessary to hide his true thoughts from him in front of him, so I said frankly: "at present, the force of the 13th division of the guards is seriously insufficient, especially the number of troops sticking to the Soviet street and Lenin street is pitifully small. If I really follow general rodimzev's orders and send these materials back to the warehouse, it is entirely possible that the materials in the warehouse will fall into the hands of the enemy after the next battle. "

After I said this, I quickly stopped my body and held my breath, waiting to bear the thunder of trakov, because if the material I made would fall into the enemy's hands, it would be very taboo in this particular environment. But things were not as bad as I thought. After listening to what I said, trakov didn't immediately get angry, but bowed his head to meditate.

After a while, he raised his head, looked at kirilov and me, and said, "Comrade oshanina, comrade kirilov, your concerns may be right. At present, the force of the 13th division of the close guard is a little small. It's really a bit inadequate to confront the German aggressors who occupy the superiority in force, but it doesn't mean that their commanders and fighters are not brave and their combat effectiveness is not good.

You know what? During the daytime fighting yesterday, German tanks attacked an infantry company of the rodimzeff division, which was stationed near the station. Although there are only about 20 soldiers left in the company, they are still fighting with the enemy tenaciously under the command of Yakov, Secretary of the regiment branch. Looking at the enemy tanks rushing towards his position, comrade Yakov grabbed two anti tank grenades, stood up from the sandbag fortification, straightened up and yelled at his comrades in arms: "comrades! We will firmly hold our position and never step back! " After shouting, he suddenly raised his hand and threw a grenade under the leading tank. After watching the enemy's tank burn, Yakov was about to throw a second grenade when the enemy's bullet hit him. Yakov died, but his exemplary behavior inspired the soldiers, who rushed out of the fortification with shouts and used their hands to lightning back the enemy's attack.

After the battle, the soldiers found a poem written by Yakov in his relics. Perhaps it was written before the beginning of the battle, but the poem was not finished. The title of this member's sincere and plain poem was: "my oath"

I am the son of the party and the motherland is my mother,

My beloved Lenin is my father.

In battle, I will never retreat,

Let friends and enemies know... "

After listening to trakov's story, kirilov said: "we will always remember these martyrs who sacrificed their lives to defend our motherland. After the end of the war, we will set up a memorial in the place where they died, so that our future generations will always remember that their happy life was won by the bloody sacrifice of countless revolutionary martyrs. "

Although I kept silent when kirilov spoke, his words reminded me of the familiar words that young people said when they presented flowers to the old people in the Victory Square of later generations: "thank you, thank you for bringing us a happy life!"

After a few words with kirilov, trakov raised his hand and looked at his watch. Then he turned his eyes to me and asked me, "Comrade oshanina, I'm going to the headquarters of general rojmtsev. Would you like to go with me?"

"Comrade commander, I obey your orders." Since trikov was willing to be a peacemaker between me and rodymzev, I agreed.

"By the way, comrade trekov." Kirilov suddenly asked, "I don't know where general rojimzev is now. Can you find someone else if you just rush there?"

"No problem," said trekov confidently. "I just talked to him on the phone, and his men said that he had taken some soldiers to a building near the square of January 9 to check defense."

"January 9 square?" Kirilov repeated the place name. From his frown, it seemed that there was something he wanted to ask trakov.

But without waiting for him to speak, trikov said, "Comrade kirilov, you should be familiar with the square of January 9. It's a large square built to commemorate the bloody Sunday."

"Bloody Sunday," trikov said, which confused me. So I humbly asked him, "Comrade commander, what kind of anniversary is this?"

After hearing my abrupt question, trakov gave me a strange look and asked, "Comrade o'shanina, didn't you learn this history when you were studying?"

As soon as trikov finished, I blushed with shame. To tell you the truth, I really don't know what kind of historical event this is. If it's a real Rita, maybe I can tell you something ugly. Kirilov saw that I was blushing and ashamed, so he quickly helped me out and said, "Comrade commander, this period of history you mentioned can only be learned in the University, but our teachers and comrades graduated from the tenth grade only. It's not surprising that they don't know."

Seeing that kirilov had brought me a step, I quickly stepped down and said, "yes, yes, as the political commissar said, I had no chance to learn that period of history when I was studying. Comrade commander, since you mentioned this historical event, please explain it to me, so that no one will say that all your subordinates are ignorant and incompetent in the future. "

When I said this, both trikov and kirilov were amused. Seeing that trikov could not shirk, he had no choice but to say, "well, since Comrade oshanina wants to know about this period of history, I'll talk about it.

On January 22, 1905, under the leadership of father George Gabon, more than 30000 Russian workers gathered in the square of St. Petersburg Winter Palace to present a petition to Czar Nicholas II on the reform of social and political system. First of all, they asked for the election of representatives of public opinion. Second, they asked for agricultural reform, lightening the heavy burden of farmers, and implementing religious freedom.

The Tsarist government had just begun to wait for the change and did nothing. But I don't know who fired the first shot, leading to chaos in the scene, so the official ordered a bloody crackdown. The army dispersed the workers by force, killing more than 1000 people. This day is called "Bloody Sunday in St. Petersburg". The hope of Russian workers for the Tsar's reform was completely disillusioned, and then strikes, rallies and assassinations of various sizes emerged one after another throughout Russia, seriously shaking the foundation of the Tsar's government. "

After listening to trakov's story, I have many more questions in my mind. Why is it January 22 instead of January 9. But for fear of being ridiculed by trakov again, I'm sorry to ask again. Trekov looked at his watch again. Then he stood up and said to me, "well, comrade oshanina, it's getting late. We have to get to rodimzev as soon as possible." With a promise, I explained the division's work to kirilov, and then I left the headquarters with two guards behind trekov. I walked out of the headquarters and saw that trakov was standing by the door, staring at a big pit next to him, which was the original headquarters. I understand why he stopped here, walked over quickly, stood beside him and said in a low voice: "Comrade commander, while the enemy shelled mamayev post these days, they also sent planes to carry out uninterrupted bombing. Your original command post was hit by a bomb directly before it became what it is now“ Was anyone in there at the time? " Trekov asked. I shook my head and replied, "report commander, no casualties. Since the division headquarters was repaired, the original telecommunication room here has been moved in. "“ That's good! " Trekov heaved a long sigh, then shook his head and said, "come on, let's go." As a result of the enemy's long-term bombing, the headquarters was covered with charred craters of different sizes. It turns out that the wreckage of the plane placed outside the headquarters has long been unknown when it was bombed to Java by German bombs. At the foot of the mountain, I saw two jeeps parked. Trekov and some of his guards got into the car in front. Before getting into the car, he pointed to the back and said to me, "Comrade oshanina, you and your guards should get into the car in the back." When we saw that the car in front of us started, our car followed closely. The driver of our car is very careful. Every time he passes through the crater, he will slow down appropriately. Seeing that trakov's jeep is getting farther and farther away from us, I can't help asking the driver anxiously: "Comrade driver, you see the commander's car is almost gone. If you lose it, do you know where to send us?" When the driver heard my question, he replied in no hurry: "when he came, the commander said that he would go to the square on January 9, as if he said that Mr. rojmtsev of the 13th division of Jinwei was there. Comrade Colonel, please rest assured that I will deliver you safely to your destination. " Although the driver was quite sure, I didn't dare to take it lightly. I turned around and told the guards behind to prepare for the battle, so as to prevent the sudden emergence of German stragglers.