Chapter 890

On the battlefield of fierce fighting in the distance, the sound of "Wula" sounded, and the sound became louder and louder. The soldiers hiding in the deep ditch all rushed out from their hiding places. In order to prevent accidental injury, our machine guns stopped shooting. The commanders and fighters were running and shooting in the wilderness, chasing the enemies who survived the machine gun fire. After they rush up, they drop the living enemy to the ground and disarm them. Leaving some people to guard the captives, the rest rushed to the snow filled forest along the footprints left by the enemy in the snow. Vasha, the grandson of the old hunter, was chasing the fleeing enemy with a submachine gun in his hand. It seemed that he wanted to kill several German devils and avenge his grandfather.

The fighting ended in less than half an hour, and a few German soldiers who fled into the forest were either killed or captured alive. Seeing that the victory was decided, kirilov, shejerikov and I took a group of soldiers through the open field full of German corpses to the hill where Matvey died.

The old man's body was lying on the hillside with a military uniform covering his face. Major shereblenny and several soldiers were digging a pit with an engineer's shovel. Vasha, the little grandson, knelt down beside the old man and wept bitterly. I squatted down, trying to lift the old man's military uniform and look at his last appearance. As soon as I reached out, before I could touch my uniform, major shereblenny, who was standing beside me, reached out to stop me and said in embarrassment, "Comrade commander, you'd better not look. The damned Krauts shot him in the face, and his whole face was broken... "

Although shereblenny's words did not speak, I knew that he was afraid that his bloody face would frighten me. I drew back my hand and looked at Vasha, who was crying, and asked softly, "Vasha, how old are you this year?"

When he heard my voice, Vasha stopped crying. He wiped the tears on his cheek and answered with a cry voice: "Comrade General, I am 13 years old."

"13 years old!" After repeating his age, I asked with concern, "Vasha, your grandfather is dead. Do you have any plans to go to school in the future? If you like, I can send someone to send you to the rear, in order to arrange a suitable school; If you don't want to, I'll have you sent to a relative. "

Vasha stood up, straightened up and said, "please allow me to report, Comrade General. I don't go to school or my relatives. I want to fight and avenge my dead grandfather. "

"Vasha, read first." I don't feel at ease that such a young boy let him stay in the army, so I tried to persuade him and try to change his decision: "when you finish your studies and become an officer, go to war again!"

Vasha's head was like a rattle. "No, I can't do it. If I go to school, by the time I finish, the war is over. " After glancing around, he pleaded with me: "before I go to the battlefield, you will wipe out all the bandits. Comrade general, please leave me

I can't help thinking of trikov's Herald, sidtorin, who stayed in the army to inherit his father's will. In front of me, I strongly demanded to join my army because of my heroic sacrifice. I couldn't bear to pour cold water on his enthusiasm. After a moment's silence, I threw this difficult problem to kirilov: "Comrade political commissar, what do you say to do with this matter?"

Kirilov went up to Vasha, took him by the shoulder, and asked kindly, "son, where are you going, to be in the company or to stay in the headquarters as a messenger for us?"

"Comrade commander," Vasha said aloud, looking up at kirilov beside him, "I want to go to the company and take up arms and fight face to face with the bandits. I'll go to study again after all the Communists have been eliminated. I'm still young, and I'm not over the age, comrade commander. "

Kirilov laughed a few times, called shereblenny in front of him, pointed to the child and said, "Comrade major, I'll give you this child. Do you want to promise me that as long as there is one person alive in your camp, you must ensure his safety, can you do that? "

"I can do it." Xie lieboliang gave a loud answer, then turned to look at me and asked, "Comrade commander, can we bury the old man first?"

I saw that the soldiers who dug the pit had stopped working and were taking off their helmets and wiping their sweat. There was a rectangular shallow pit beside them. In such cold weather, it is not easy to dig out the hard frozen soil.

Kirilov suggested that the funeral should be carried out in the military mode. I have no objection. I left the decision to him and let him arrange everything. The old man's body was slowly put into the earth pit, his face was still covered with the military uniform, and he was buried with the old hunting gun that followed him for many years. During the first sprinkling of soil in the pit of the Vasha Dynasty, kirilov specially dispatched a guard group to shoot them in the air for three times.

After the funeral, I called shijerikov to my side and asked, "Comrade commander, have you got the statistics of today's results? How many enemies have been annihilated, how many guns have been captured, and how about our casualties? "

Shejerikov replied with a smile: "report to the commander, we have killed 217 German soldiers and captured 49 prisoners. We have seized more than 200 rifles and submachine guns. In addition, we have also seized the machine guns and supporting ammunition put on the sled by the enemy. Seven people in our department were slightly injured. They all sprained their feet or bumped their heads when charging. It doesn't matter. After simple treatment by health workers, they have almost recovered to normal. "

"What? What did you say just now, commander chejerikov? " As for the report of shijerikov, kirilov asked incredulously, "nearly 300 enemies were destroyed and captured, but none of our army was killed. This is really incredible. Are you sure you are not mistaken?"

"Comrade commissar," he explained to kirilov with a smile, "please rest assured that I will not make a mistake. Although the enemy is a battalion, its combat effectiveness must not be too poor. But when they march, their rifles and submachine guns are safe, not to mention the machine guns on the sleds. So when we suddenly hit them, they didn't have the strength to fight back. " Then he pointed to the hill where the temporary command post was located, and added with a schadenfreude tone, "the commanders and fighters of the tank battalion of pelsken and the artillery battalion of Morozov, who had been freezing in the snow for several hours, wanted to teach the Germans a lesson. It turned out that the whole battle was over before they fired. "

Kirilov and shijerikov and I stood on the hill, watching the soldiers escort the prisoners and carry the captured guns and ammunition. As for the German corpses, our soldiers had no strength to dig holes for them in such cold weather, so they all threw them into the deep pit that had just been hidden.

As the three of us went back, I whispered to the man who was walking beside me, "Comrade commander, although I assigned Vasha to camp shereblenny, I don't want him to carry out any dangerous tasks. I must ensure his safety."

"No problem." He replied very simply. After a moment's silence, he took the initiative to put forward to me: "Comrade commander, I have an idea. Since Vasha is a hunter's child, he must be familiar with guns. Maybe his shooting method is good. I want him to be a sniper in lieutenant Vassily's sniper unit. What do you mean? "

sniper? When I heard the name of this branch of arms, I could not help but see that it was a good profession. I immediately thought that at the beginning of "war on the city", Vassily's grandfather trained him to fight wolves. Vassily lived with his grandfather for so many years, and maybe he also practiced his good shooting skills. Thinking of this, I nodded and said to sjerykov, "OK, you can let lieutenant Vassily take the men away later. Maybe, as you say, this kid is a good sniper. "

As soon as I got back to the army headquarters, wittkov rushed over, lowered his voice, came close to my ear, and said in a hurry, "Comrade commander, you can come back. Haridonov called you to ask why you were in the evening, and all the troops have not reached the designated position." Then he pointed to the earphone and transmitter in the operator's hand, indicating that haridonov was still waiting for me on the line.

I went to the operator, took the earphone from his hand, put it on, and then said to the transmitter, "Hello, comrade commander! This is o'shanina. Do you have any instructions? "

"Comrade oshanina," haridonov's loud voice sounded particularly excited in the earphone, "I come to ask you, now it's dark, where are your troops?"

I quickly and respectfully replied, "Comrade report commander, up to now, most of our army's 171st infantry division, 84th tank brigade, 266th artillery regiment, 308th infantry division and 22nd guard division should have reached the designated positions."

"And you? Where are you now? " Haredonov continued impolitely: "as the head of the first army, should you stay with your troops?"

"Comrade commander, please listen to my explanation. This is the case." For fear that he would interrupt me, I sped up and told him the whole story in detail.

Haridonov was a very reasonable man. After listening to my story, he sighed and said in a suspicious tone: "Comrade oshanina, the child is too young. Do you think it is appropriate to leave him in your army to fight?"

"Comrade commander, I wanted to send my child to the rear to study or to his relatives' home, but he refused." I tried to stand in the neutral position and explained to haridonov, "maybe I saw my grandfather killed by the German. He was dazzled by hatred. Even if we forced him to the rear, maybe he would sneak to the front. So after thinking about it, I decided to keep him in the army and let him work as a sniper in lieutenant Vassily's sniper team. "

"Now that you have made a decision, let's do it." After harridonov finished this, he told me again, "Comrade oshanina, in any case, you and your army headquarters must arrive at the garrison site by noon tomorrow. The Voronezh front army has launched an attack on Kharkov City, and our southwest front army will continue to push towards the Dnieper River to the West. You can't drag the whole front army behind you. "

"Yes, comrade commander." When I heard what haridonov said, I immediately assured him, "I assure you that the headquarters of the 79th infantry army will arrive in dokuchaev on time by 12 noon tomorrow."

When I finished my call with haridonov, vetkov came over and asked anxiously, "Comrade commander, we are more than 200 kilometers away from dokuchaev. Can we arrive at noon tomorrow?"

Hearing wittkov's question, I replied with a bitter smile: "Comrade chief of staff, it seems that we can only gamble our luck. If it doesn't snow tomorrow, the driving speed of the team will be improved a lot, so that we can get to dokuchaev on time, there is no problem. You call lieutenant colonel chejerikov and ask his troops to have a rest. We'll leave on time at six tomorrow morning. " Although it didn't snow the next day, the speed of the whole team couldn't get up at all because of the deep snow on the road and the craters everywhere. Witkov watched the tortoise's fast-moving motorcade, anxious as ants on a hot pot. Although I was also worried, I could not help saying that witkov was extremely anxious: "Comrade chief of staff, the speed is not fast because of the road condition. It's no use worrying. It's better to think about how to launch an attack on the German army when we get to the new headquarters than to be anxious. " Witkov, hearing what I said, turned to look at me and said in a strange way, "Comrade commander, I think we should wait for the orders from our superiors, and then carry out the combat tasks according to the orders." When I heard wittkov say this, I rolled my eyes at him. Just as I was about to teach him a lesson, kirilov, who was familiar with my fighting style, had taken the lead and said, "Comrade chief of staff, you have a terrible idea. We should know that the situation of the enemy on the battlefield is ever-changing, and the command is far away from the front line. The orders they give are not necessarily accurate. Therefore, it requires our commanders at the grass-roots level to adjust their deployment and tactics in time according to the changes in the enemy's situation, so that they can win the battle. " Later, kirilov told wittkov about many specific combat examples of the independent division, and wittkov nodded repeatedly. As soon as the tarpaulin behind the carriage was lifted, about ten soldiers jumped down, quickly stood behind the carriage or on both sides of the carriage and began to push the cart out of the crater as soon as possible. As our jeep passed the car, I was surprised to find Vasha pushing in the crowd. The ragged sheepskin hat on his head had been replaced by a brand-new military hat. He was wearing a cotton military uniform which was obviously too large. He was wearing a wide belt around his waist, which made him look very energetic. At the moment, like other soldiers, he was shouting and pushing the truck hard.