Chapter 867

I set my temporary headquarters in the middle of the rubble next to the traffic moat, where I could see the German positions in the distance, and I could use the traffic moat to quickly evacuate to safety even if there was any danger.

Just as the artillery battalion commander, major kloming, reported to me that the guns were all in place and ready to fire, I caught a glimpse of a famous soldier in a bullet proof suit coming up to Yushchenko quickly and whispering something to him.

Seeing Yushchenko's embarrassed face after listening to the soldier's report, I was worried about what happened. I immediately asked him, "Captain Yushchenko, what happened?"

"Well, comrade commander." Yushchenko came to me and reported to me, "the soldiers of the guard company have come to report that some comrades from the anti Communist alliance and the 150th division want to see you. It is said that they intend to persuade you not to fire on the German positions for the time being."

"The anti Communist alliance and the 150th division?" Hearing this combination, I couldn't help frowning and thinking about how bandeleev's subordinates got mixed up with the Germans of the anti Communist alliance. To find out what was going on, I told Yushchenko, "Captain, go and bring them here!"

But when the people Yushchenko brought back appeared in front of me, I couldn't help but be happy, because I knew all the people behind him, one was ublishi, whom I met some time ago, and the other was lieutenant gretka, whom I knew very well.

When they came to me, I took the initiative to extend my hand to ublishi. At the same time, I asked with a smile, "Hello, comrade ublishi. I'm glad to see you here again. What can I do for you, please

As he shook hands with me, ublish said excitedly, "Comrade oshanina, I'm glad to see you again. I heard that you are going to order artillery to bombard the German position opposite, so you are here to stop you

After hearing this, I restrained my smile, took back my hand and asked seriously, "Comrade ublish, can I ask why?"

"Well, comrade oshanina." Ublish didn't notice the change of expression on my face. He said to himself, "we have carried out anti war propaganda for the German troops in front of us for almost three days. From the effect, if we don't fight them, someone will surrender to us in two or three days. If you're lucky, you may even join the party in a systematic way. "

Seeing the confident expression on ublishi's face, I asked coldly, "Comrade ublishi, I want to ask, on what basis do you judge that the enemy will surrender to you in two or three days?"

Ublish finally found the abnormality on my face. He didn't understand what would change my face so quickly. He was speechless for a moment. And the next gretka saw ublishi's embarrassed expression and quickly came out to help him out: "report to the commander, it's like this. When we yelled at the opposite position for the first two days, the soldiers there fired at our position. Since yesterday, they have not fired at us any more, but patiently listened to us. It seems that our propaganda has achieved certain results. If we bombard their positions now, our efforts in recent days will be wasted. "

Gretka's words made me understand one thing. Maybe the German troops who attacked Vasiliev were lurking here. They wanted to kill their anti war propaganda team, but Vasiliev accidentally broke into the German ambush circle and sacrificed their lives in vain. Thinking of this, I couldn't help humming heavily.

Seeing my frosty expression, Ulrich seemed to notice something. He raised his hand to stop gretka, who was about to go on. Instead, he asked with concern, "Comrade oshanina, what's the matter?"

I raised my chin in the direction where the remains of Vasiliev and the soldiers of the guard platoon were placed, and said with a deep heart, "Comrade ublishi, look there. The remains of my political commissar Comrade Vasiliev and dozens of soldiers are there. They were all killed by the Germans in the opposite position more than an hour ago. "

Ublishi was startled by what I said and didn't care if his behavior was impolite. He rushed to Vasiliev's body in a few steps, turned his back to me and lifted the old military uniform on the political commissar's head. After watching for a while, I heard him sigh a long time, covered the political commissar with his military uniform again, stood up slowly, turned and walked back to me. Maybe he was stimulated, and his face was pale and not a bit of blood. After a moment of silence, he gritted his teeth and said, "Comrade oshanina, your decision is right. The blood debt should be paid with blood. Since these German soldiers don't know what's good or bad, we should teach them a lesson. "

Gratified by the change of ublishi's attitude, I ordered kloming, who was waiting beside him: "Comrade major, use your cannons to teach these Germans a lesson and let them taste the taste of being bombarded."

After major kloming left, I said to berey and gorohov respectively, "Colonel berey, when the shelling is over, immediately order the tank units to attack the enemy positions. And you, Colonel gorohov, sent infantry to follow our tanks. After seizing the position, we should seize the time to repair the fortifications, consolidate the position, and prevent the German army from counterattacking. "

"What about the captives?" Gorohov glanced at Ulrich, who was not far away, and then asked in a low voice.

To his idiotic question, I said impatiently, "Comrade Colonel, look at the political commissar Vasiliev who is still lying there. Don't you know what to do?"

"I see, comrade commander." Gorohov said with understanding, "I will convey your instructions to every commander and soldier who participates in the war."

After ten minutes of artillery bombardment, the soldiers of the 171st division rushed to the enemy under the cover of tank units. After only a few minutes, the battle over the position was over. All the more than 100 German officers and soldiers who held the small position were annihilated.

Originally, I arranged Vasiliev's funeral the next morning, but before the funeral started, I received a call from rokosovsky himself. He said on the phone in a commanding tone, "Rita, I have an important task for you. You immediately find a commander who is proficient in German, and when the car arrives, you will set out together. "

I didn't know what task rokosovsky was going to give me, so as soon as he finished, I asked carefully, "Comrade commander of the front army, do you have any important tasks to give me?"

"It's like this, Rita." Judging from rokosovsky's voice, he seemed a little hesitant, but in the end they said what I wanted to know: "before the battle of the rings begins, I intend to make a final effort to send someone to persuade Paulus to surrender. I thought about it for a long time, and I think you are the most suitable for this task. So I'll give you the task of submitting the letter of persuasion to Paulus. Any comments? "

God, I feel like crying when I hear rokosovsky's arrangement. It's OK to send a second lieutenant for this kind of thing. Is it necessary to send me as the infantry commander? It's a real anti-aircraft attack on mosquitoes. But now that rokosovsky has given the order, I can only harden my head and promise, "I will obey your order."

When I put down the phone, vetkov came over and asked with concern, "Comrade commander, I don't know what order the commander of the front army gave you?"

I said to him with a bitter smile: "Comrade chief of staff, the commander of the front army intends to make another effort to persuade Paulus to surrender before launching the campaign. He gave me the task of sending the letter of persuasion. "

Wittkov was shocked by what I said. He said nervously, "Comrade commander, you are the head of the army. How can you do such a messenger thing? No, no, absolutely not. I'll call the commander of the front army and ask him to take back this ridiculous order. " Then he reached for the phone on the desk.

I pressed my hand on the hand where he grasped the phone, shook my head at him and said, "chief of staff, you have not been in the army for one or two days. Don't you know that according to the regulations, the orders of the higher authorities are not allowed to be discussed and can only be carried out? Since the commander of the front army has given such an order, even if there is a sea of fire ahead, I will go there without hesitation. " At this point, in order to ease the tense atmosphere in the room, I laughed at him and said, "you don't have to worry, Paulus won't kill me. I will come back safely."

"Shall I send a special guard company to accompany you?" As Vasiliev died yesterday, vetkov was particularly worried about my safety. If I had any more accidents, the 79th infantry would be in a state of no leader.

I shook my head again and said with a smile, "chief of staff, I'm going to send a letter of persuasion to Paulus, not to attack his position. I don't need to take a guard company. Even if we have to fight, what role can these 100 people play? Can they protect me from breaking out of the hundreds of thousands of German troops? "

Hearing what I said, vetkov knew that it was useless to persuade him again, but he still asked reluctantly, "Comrade commander, this time you go to the enemy, don't you take any one with you?"

Wittkov's remark reminds me that if I want to submit a letter of persuasion to Paulus, my German level is not good. I have to take a commander who knows German with me. Who are you taking? The first thing I thought of was captain Mikhail yev, the commander of the Engineering Battalion. But he gave up the idea when he thought that he was leading the troops to maintain the ice transportation line on the Volga River. After thinking about all the officers and men of the original independent division, he found that the most suitable person was lieutenant gretka, whom he met yesterday. So he told wittkov, "Comrade Colonel, please call commander Bantai leiev of the 150th division and ask him to send lieutenant gretka of the guard camp to the army headquarters immediately."

Gretka, who had been informed, had just arrived at the headquarters, and so had the officer rokosovsky sent to pick me up for the mission. The visitor was a captain. He came into the headquarters and saw me. He immediately raised his hand and saluted me. He loudly reported, "Comrade General, I'm chief of staff of the headquarters of the front army. Sania, on the order of the commander, will go to the headquarters of the German army with you to submit the letter of persuasion."

We came to the door and saw a jeep with only one driver on the street outside. I turned to gretka and said, "Lieutenant, you take the co pilot's seat." Then I'll pull the door open and get on. Unexpectedly, Captain Sania stopped greteka. "Lieutenant, you'd better sit in the back with the general. I'll show the driver the way in front of you."

Captain Sania was a man of few words. He didn't take the initiative to turn back and talk to me all the way. It was only when I asked him what he would turn back and simply answer.

As we approached the German position, Sania asked the driver to stop. He put a white flag out of the window and waved it back and forth regularly.

Seeing the waving white flag, although I knew that this was to prevent the unknown German officers and soldiers from firing on us, I was still very uncomfortable.

After a while, a German tricycle drove out of their position and came to us. After the motorcycle stopped in front of us, a German officer jumped out of the sidecar. He walked quickly to the jeep, bent down and looked into the car, then said a few words in German.

I was just about to ask gretka to respond, but I didn't expect that Sania had pushed the door open and walked down, and communicated with each other in fluent German. Gretka was translating for me in a low voice: "Comrade commander, Captain Sania is showing our identity and intention to each other. The German commander said that he was not in charge of this matter and would send someone back to ask for instructions. "

When gretka's interpreter arrived, the German officer turned and walked to the tricycle and gave the motorcyclist a few orders. The other side nodded, and then drove the motorcycle to the same place.

After the motorcycles left, the German officers returned to Sania and continued to talk with him. Perhaps seeing the hope of survival, the officer had a flattering smile on his face throughout the conversation.

I looked at the officer who was talking with Sania outside the car and asked gretka, "Lieutenant, we are going to the German headquarters later. Are you nervous?"

After a moment's hesitation, gretka shook his head and said insincerely, "no, comrade commander, I'm not nervous at all." Said not nervous, but his voice became hoarse because of tension.

Instead of tearing him down, I said with a smile, "I'm still very nervous at the thought of meeting this famous general Paulus soon. Don't be nervous now, lieutenant, as long as you don't be nervous when you see Paulus later. "

We waited for about ten minutes and drove out of the German position four tricycles, each with two soldiers. Seeing the motorcycles coming towards us, the officer who was talking to Sania stopped and met the motorcycles. After a brief communication with his subordinates, he went back to Sania and said a few words.

Sania nodded to him, then went back to the car, opened the door, leaned in half and reported to me, "Comrade General, the German officer said that we could only go to three people on their motorcycles, and all of them had to be blindfolded. I don't know what you mean?"

I knew in my heart that the German might have blindfolded us all for fear that we might peek at their defensive positions. Just because I wanted to understand this, I said to Sania with special cooperation: "yes, comrade captain, do as they say." With that, I pushed open the door beside me and went down.

When the officer saw a female general coming out of the jeep, he was stunned. Then he came up to me and asked tentatively, "are you general o'shanina?"

Hearing the officer's question, I was stunned again. My heart said, am I so famous now, as long as the German troops who deal with me know me? But out of politeness, I replied in broken German, "yes, I'm o'shanina."

After confirming my identity, the officer said a lot to me with a smile on his face. After that, he tilted his head at gretka beside me and motioned for him to translate for me. Gretkali was about to translate the officer's original words to me: "Hello, general oshanina! I'm glad to meet you here. I've heard a lot about you. It's my pleasure to be of service to you. But according to the rules, if you want to go to our headquarters, you and your subordinates must be blindfolded. I hope you don't mind

Sania and gretka and I got into the sidecar of the tricycle after being covered with black cloth by the German army. When I heard the officer yell, the motorcycle turned its head in the same place and sped forward.

After more than ten minutes, I felt my motorcycle stopped. Then a hand reached out and helped me down from the sidecar. After hearing a series of German commands, the black cloth that blindfolded me was also untied, so that I could see everything in front of me.

In front of me, is a tall marble building, here should be the famous central department store. On the platform at the door, there is a sandbag bunker on the left and right of the door, with machine guns on it. A German officer of higher rank stood on the platform and saw that our blindfold had been unfastened. He walked down the marble steps, raised his hand in front of me, saluted me, and said politely, "I am Colonel Adam, the adjutant of general Paulus. I have come out to meet you on the order of the commander."

I put my hands behind my back and said humbly to the German adjutant in front of me, "Hello, Mr. Colonel, please take me to see general Paulus. I have something important to see immediately."

Colonel Adam said with a smile, "the commander is waiting for you in the headquarters. Please follow me." Then he turned and took the lead up the steps. After we entered the building, led by Colonel Adam, we went down the long stairs into the basement. As soon as I passed through the huge iron gate, a sour smell came towards me. I saw German soldiers sitting or lying on both sides of the wide corridor. I guess it was because there were too many people here and the air circulation was not good that such a strange smell appeared. When we walked inside, most of the German soldiers on both sides sat in a daze, staring at the front without focus, except for a few whose eyes moved with us. When we walked into Paulus' headquarters, in the dim candlelight, I saw a German officer in a military coat sitting on the leather chair opposite the long conference table. Although I couldn't see each other's face from a distance, I guess it was Paulus. Besides Paulus, there were many officers sitting on the left and right sides of the table. When they saw us enter the door, they all looked at us. But because Paulus did not speak, the officers did not speak, just looked at us in silence. I went to the table and stood still. I said to Paulus in a loud voice, "general Paulus, I'm here today on the order of general rokosovsky, commander of the Don front army, to submit a letter of persuasion to you." With that, I turned to Sania, who was standing behind me, and said in a low voice, "Captain, give them the letter of persuasion." Sania took a document bag from his briefcase and gave it to Colonel Adam, who was standing beside us. Adam took the paper bag and walked quickly to the other end of the table. When he comes to Paulus, he respectfully gives the paper bag to Paulus. Paulus took the bag, did not even open it, so he threw it directly on the table and said to me in a disdainful tone: "this lady, please show your identity, so that I can know who is the person who sent me the document?" As soon as Paulus's voice fell, it immediately attracted the laughter of the officers around him. I remained calm to the jeers of the officers. After laughing, they turned their eyes away from me and began to whisper. My eyes swept over the officers at the table, and I said in my heart: don't be complacent. All the officers present will be our captives before long. When I looked back, I said calmly, "Mr. Paulus, I am major general oshanina, the new commander of the 79th infantry of the 62nd group army of the Don front army. Although you don't know me, I know you very well, because my troops have been fighting with your troops since the Don River Valley. " As soon as I finished talking about my identity, the original whisper stopped, and the officers looked away at me again. After a brief silence, an officer stood up and asked in a trembling voice, "is it oshanina, the division commander of the independent division of the Soviet army who is holding the mamayev post?"“ Yes, it's me. " Seeing his rank clearly, I turned out to be a major general and said politely, "Mr. general, I used to be the division commander of the independent division, and now I am the commander of the 79th infantry." After hearing this, the major general straightened up, raised his hand and saluted me. At the same time, he said, "Hello, general o'shanina, nice to meet you here. I'm your loser, commander of the 295th infantry division, major general Otto cofes