Chapter 743

Almost at the same time when the explosion sounded, I felt something hit me heavily in the back of my head. The huge inertia took me forward and fell into the traffic ditch. Just as my eyes were black and Venus was popping up, I suddenly felt that something was constantly falling on me. Although the movement is not small, but there is no pain, according to my experience, it should be caused by the explosion of the waves of soil fell all over.

At this time, I suddenly heard the voice of a boiling crowd: "come on, the commander is buried!"

As soon as I heard a disordered sound of footsteps from far to near, my hands on the ground were caught, and then a huge force led me to stand up from the ground. When I leaned back against the trench wall, I found that it was basmanov and another soldier who pulled me up.

I took a long breath and gave basmanov a smile. Just as I wanted to say a few words of thanks to him, he had already preempted and asked, "are you OK, sir?"

I turned around and looked at the place where I had just stayed. I was immediately frightened. A huge floor was across the traffic ditch, and the edge of the floor was parallel to the ground. Seeing this, I was scared out of my wits. If someone was down there, wouldn't they be smashed into meat sauce by this huge floor? Although there are several commanders and fighters there now, I still pointed there and said nervously to basmanov in a trembling voice, "hurry up, save people. The commander is still down there."

Basmanov rushed behind, waved and ran with some soldiers. Due to the narrow space of the traffic trench, many soldiers jumped out, found sticks and lifted them with their hands, trying to move the huge wall away.

At this time, I heard the voice of major gladeshev, the commander of the security battalion of LARCOM, who was shouting: "be careful, everyone. Comrade commander is still down there. Be careful. Don't hurt him."

With everyone's efforts, the wall was slowly moved to one side, and then I heard a soldier cheering: "see the commander, I see the commander."

Hearing his cry, Gladyshev quickly went over and asked, "where is Comrade commander?"

The soldier pointed to the deformed traffic ditch and said, "Comrade major, look, comrade commander is there. He is buried in the mud."

After crouching down and looking at it for a moment, Gladyshev stood up and told the soldiers on the left and right in a loud voice, "what are you doing here? Don't you hurry up and dig out Comrade commander! "

"Come on! Come on... Be careful! Take your legs out. "

"Get your legs out first!"

"Be careful, be careful... Be careful, be careful,"

I stood nearby. Due to the occlusion of my sight, I couldn't see what was going on there. I only heard a series of shouts from different commanders and fighters. My whole heart was raised to my throat, for fear that something might happen to trikov. If that happens, the next battle will be impossible.

But I soon saw Gladyshev, with his back to me, bending down towards the ruins, and soon he pulled a man out of the ruins. Then two more soldiers came forward, carrying the man's feet towards us. As they passed me, I saw the person they were carrying. Though they were covered with dust, I recognized that it was trakov. I asked Gladyshev nervously, "major, how's comrade commander?"

Gladyshev looked at me and replied solemnly, "Comrade commander is still alive." With that, he stopped, adjusted his posture, put his hands under his arms, crossed his chest, and continued to carry him to the direction of the headquarters with the other two soldiers.

When they were gone, basmanov came to me again and asked with concern, "are you really OK, sir?"

I shook my head, said with a wry smile: "I'm ok, just a little dizzy." With that, I waved my head at him. "Come on, follow major gradshev, and we'll go back to the headquarters, too."

We followed gradshev and came to the headquarters along the traffic ditch. When we saw that trakov had been carried in, I stopped and said to basmanov, "Comrade captain, you and the soldiers in the guard platoon are looking for a place to hide nearby. If there is anything, I will call you." After he nodded to show that he understood, I got into the half buried headquarters.

When I got back to the headquarters, both gulov and krailov were startled by my dignity. Gurov quickly came over and took my hand. He turned to look at trekov sitting at the table and asked tentatively, "Comrade oshanina, are you buried in the collapsed wall like the commander?"

I nodded and replied with a smile, "yes, comrade military Commissar." At this point, I squinted at trakov and said, "fortunately we're all OK."

At this time, the slow coming trikov asked slowly, "Comrade chief of staff, report me the latest information."

Krailov came up to trakov with one, bowed his head and reported to him, "well, comrade commander. Under the cover of powerful firepower, the enemy's three infantry divisions and two tank divisions launched a fierce attack on the defense line of our group army on the front line about six kilometers wide. The defense zones of our 95th, 112th, 308th and 37th infantry divisions are the key points of the enemy's attack. In addition to the losses in previous battles, the forces of our divisions, especially the 95th and 112th infantry divisions, have been greatly weakened. At present, the enemy has the advantage of occupying the battlefield. In terms of personnel and artillery, it is more than 0.7 times that of me, 2.8 times that of tanks, and more than 4 times that of combat aircraft.

German infantry and tanks attacked our position at 8 a.m. The first attack was repulsed and 10 tanks were burning in the front of the position. The death and injury of the enemy are numerous. More than an hour later, the enemy attacked again with more troops. Because the enemy found our firepower point in the first attack, they concentrated their artillery fire and focused their fire. The powerful firepower suppressed us and made our commanders and fighters unable to raise their heads in the position.

At 10 am, the 109th regiment of the 37th division was defeated by enemy tanks and infantry. The soldiers of the regiment got into the basement and buildings and continued to fight in the encirclement. The enemy used a flamethrower against them. Our soldiers have to fight back and fight with the enemy, while they seize the time to put out the fire. "

Krailov is in the process of reporting. Suddenly, gradshev comes in with a military doctor carrying a small suitcase. Gurov quickly raises his hand and interrupts him, indicating to let the military doctor examine trakov first. The military doctor's action is very skilled, it didn't take a few minutes to complete the examination.

When he packed his suitcase and planned to leave, gurov stopped him, pointed to me and said to him, "Comrade military doctor, comrade oshanina, like the commander, has just been buried in the collapsed house. Please check for her to see if there is any problem."

The military doctor nodded, walked up to me, let me sit on the stool, turned up my eyelids, took a flashlight, and asked casually, "Comrade General, what's wrong with you?" Although he was very polite, there was an obvious impatience in his tone.

I wanted to send him away immediately, but thinking that my head was still dizzy, I told him straightforwardly, "Comrade military doctor, my head was hit by a brick and stone just now, and now I'm a little dizzy."

Listen to me so say, originally absent-minded military doctor also nervous up, quickly asked: "hit in which position?"

I took off my helmet, pointed to the back of my head and said, "here it is!"

The military doctor quickly pasted it over and touched my hair to carefully check whether there was any wound on it. After a while, he said in a relaxed tone: "Comrade General, your head is not bleeding. It may be a slight concussion. Just have a rest for two days."

Although the examination process of the military doctor was very simple, even perfunctory, since he said it was ok, I felt at ease. I quickly took the helmet in my left hand, stretched out my right hand to shake hands with him, and said gratefully, "thank you, comrade military doctor."

"My God, comrade oshanina." I don't know when gurov came up to me. He looked at my helmet in surprise and said, "what's the matter with your helmet? How can there be such a big dent?"

Listen to guroff say so, I quickly put the helmet in front of me. If you don't look at it, you will be shocked. There is a fist like dent in the back half of the helmet, which is probably hit by the falling brick. Fortunately, I'm very lucky. If I hit the part without helmet, such as the back neck, otherwise I might have gone to see Marx.

When the military doctor saw such a big dent on his helmet, he was no longer as casual as he had just been. He took out some medicines from his suitcase and handed them to me. Just as he was about to give instructions, there was a huge roar outside. Hearing this sudden movement, the military doctor couldn't help muttering: "damn the Krauts, they are shelling again."

I took the medicine handed to me by the military doctor and found that it was just ordinary aspirin, but I still tried to squeeze a smile on my face to thank the military doctor. The military doctor responded politely to me and picked up his suitcase again.

At this moment, Gladyshev rushed in from the outside with a disheartened face and yelled to gurov, "Comrade commander and military commissar, no good! One of the enemy's bombs fell down and collapsed our two shelters, burying all the commanders and fighters hiding inside. I've asked the soldiers of the guard company to dig earth and rescue them. "

After gulov heard this, he said to the military doctor who was carrying a small suitcase, "Comrade military doctor, since that's the case, you should follow the major to have a look and try your best to repair the wounded officers and soldiers."

After the military doctor and Gladyshev left, krailov continued to report: "I received a report at 11 o'clock that the left wing of the 112th Infantry Division was broken through, and about 50 German tanks ran over the division's defensive position. Comrade commander, as you know, the Division has gone through all kinds of hardships and dangers and participated in many battles on the West Bank of the Don river, on the Don river, between the Don River and Volga River. By October 13, there were only less than a thousand soldiers left in the division, headed by the division commander, Colonel yermorkin. At present, they form small and scattered units and garrison units, and continue to fight bravely against the enemy in the isolated buildings, in the workshop of the tractor factory, in the town of Niger and on the steep slopes of the Volga River.

At 1150 hours, the enemy occupied the stadium of the Stalingrad tractor factory. Deeply wedged into my defensive position, less than one kilometer away from the tractor factory. To the south of the stadium is a stone building. A place called six side block has become the support point of our army. It was guarded by a battalion of the 109th regiment of the guards, equipped with artillery. The block has changed hands several times. Chief omelichenko personally led the small anti shock forces to fight with the enemy. "

At this point, a radio operator not far away suddenly took off his earphone and yelled at krailov, "chief of staff, general rojimzev, the commander of the 13th division of the guards. He said that he had something important to report to you."

Krailov didn't go to the operator right away, but waved at me. When I was over, he thrust the telegraph paper in his hand and on the desk into my hand and simply said, "Comrade o'shanina, now it's up to you to read the war report we received to the commander." Then he turned to answer the phone. I laughed bitterly, flipped the telegram, and began to read for trekov: "the 37th division of the guard infantry reports that the German devils are sending out tanks everywhere to attack... Our tanks are fighting in the annanyevo area, injuring four of them, while near Tkachenko, injuring two, and the guards of the 2nd Battalion of the 118th regiment destroy two. The 3rd Battalion was holding its position along the gully, but the tank column had advanced into jantalnaya. The artillery of the 37th division of the guards reported: "we fired directly at the tanks and destroyed five of them." Comrade brushko, chief of staff of the 37th division of the guards, reported to the headquarters of the group army: "the guards of pushtavgarov (the 114th regiment of the guards), separated by the enemy's tanks, formed small teams, stuck in the buildings and ruins, and fought in the enemy's encirclement. The enemy tanks were pounding a battalion in ananyevo. All the officers and men of the sixth company of the battalion under the command of lieutenant Ivanov and instructor yerushmovich of the guards were killed, and only some correspondents survived. " At 12:00, a report came from the 117th regiment of the guards by radio: "commander Andreyev died. The enemy surrounded us. We would rather die than surrender."“ That's enough. Don't read it When I just read this, trakov slapped the table and stood up and said in a loud voice, "the head of the 117 regiment of jinweidi has died. If the soldiers are killed again, that regiment will have to cancel its organizational system. Immediately send a telegram to the division headquarters of the 37th division of the guards and ask them to send reinforcements immediately. "