Chapter 960

Although yazov tried to act as if nothing had happened, I was keenly aware of the painful expression on his face. I grabbed his arm and yelled at Katerina, who had just been stunned by the scene: "Katerina, comrade Katerina."

I yelled twice in succession, and then the stupefied Katerina woke up from the shock and asked in a trance, "referring to... Commander and... Comrade, what's the matter with you

"Come and give me a hand and help the soldier to the stump in front of him." I saw that she had not fully recovered from the bloody scene, so I raised her voice: "don't be stunned, come here!"

Maybe my last roar woke Katerina from her state of being lost, and helped me to help yazov sit down on a nearby stump. At this time, the health worker also rushed to me, after saluting me, he bent down and told yazov: "Comrade soldier, please take off your clothes, I'll check your injury."

When yazov took off his chest armor, his military coat and his pullover, I saw several red marks on his chest. If his chest armor hadn't blocked the bullets, he would have died long ago. The health worker may be afraid that his rib will be broken. He touches his rib with his hand and asks him if it hurts while checking.

After the examination, the health worker stood up and reported to me: "Comrade commander, the soldier's rib is not broken, but some skin injuries. As long as you take some medicine, it will be cured in a few days."

From the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of Yushchenko running towards me with two soldiers, probably to inform me that the security forces were ready to leave. I leaned down, raised my hand and patted yazov on the shoulder, and said to him with a smile, "Comrade soldier, thank you again for saving me. We have a chance to see you again. " Then he took the initiative to reach out to him.

Sitting on the stump, yazov saw that I wanted to shake hands with him, but he didn't care about the pain. He quickly stood up, stretched out his hands, held my hand tightly, shook it vigorously, and said excitedly, "Comrade commander, you are the head of the first army. You should pay more attention to your safety in the future."

"I will, comrade yazov." After that, I pulled my hand out of his hand, nodded to him, and turned to meet Yushchenko.

"Comrade commander, the security forces have assembled." Yushchenko reported to me the situation of the troops, and then asked, "can we start?"

"Come on, comrade captain." The fight was over, and there was no point in staying, so I waved my hand and said, "you take the guards and come back to kilovgrad with me."

Yushchenko followed me for a few steps, looked back at a dozen prisoners standing in the corpse pile, and asked carefully, "Comrade commander, what are you going to do with these prisoners?"

I stopped and turned to look at the terrified prisoners, who stood shivering in the corpses. My heart softened and I told Yushchenko, "take them back to the city with the wounded."

About an hour later, we returned to the city smoothly. When I appeared at the gate of the army headquarters, I was surprised to find that, in addition to kirilov, wittkov and Pugachev, commander svelin, the political commissar of the 308th division, was also there. Beside him, there were three junior commanders in old tank uniform.

Just as I was in a daze at the door, Pugachev found me and exclaimed in surprise: "the commander is back!" Then he met me, took the assault rifle from my hand, and asked with concern, "how was your journey?"

"Very well, comrade major." I handed the assault rifle to him and walked quickly to the middle of the room, shaking hands with kirilov and others.

After shaking hands, I looked at the three commanders who were standing nearby and some of them were at a loss. Then I turned to Vitkov and asked, "chief of staff, are these three commanders

When witkov heard my question, he didn't answer it directly. Instead, he looked at lieutenant commander sveling next to him, turned to me and said with a smile, "Comrade commander, these three commanders are brought by lieutenant commander sveling. I'd better let him introduce them to you."

After listening to wittkov's words, I turned my attention to sveling and said with a smile, "political commissar sveling, since you are the one who brought me the man, let me have a brief introduction."

After that, he went up to the three commanders, turned and introduced himself to me, and said, "Comrade commander, these three commanders are now the commanders of the zanaankaduha guerrillas." Then from the far left to introduce: "this captain shamrih, tank company commander; Political instructor saberwalenko, tank company instructor; Lieutenant yakuda, deputy commander of the tank company. When the war broke out, they were all tank 22nd brigades under the special military region of Belarus. "

After svelin's introduction, I went forward to shake hands with the three commanders whose uniforms were full of patches one by one, and politely said to everyone, "Hello, nice to meet you!"

Kirilov didn't know when he came to me. After I shook hands with the three commanders, he first asked them to sit down again. Then he said to me, "Rita, we were just listening to the three commanders about their fighting experience. Since you are back, let's sit down together." Then he waved to them, "Captain shamrih, what are you still doing? Don't tell your story to the commander again. "

Captain shamrih stood up and agreed, and began to tell me formally what they had experienced: "before the outbreak of the war, our tank brigade was stationed in the Poltava area, where there was an endless prairie, which was divided into two parts by many steep bays of the lush pushhor river.

When the war broke out, several German armored divisions broke through our defense line in September, crossed the Dnieper River, and then directly rushed to Kharkov. Although our tank brigade suffered heavy losses in the air raid and enemy tank battle, the surviving tanks still continued to fight.

After our company was separated from the main force, we stayed in the pushore River Valley and continued to fight the German army to the death. Taking advantage of our familiarity with the terrain, we ambushed along the road leading to Kharkov, attacked the enemy's transport convoys, attacked the transport command post on the roadside and the small number of garrison troops in the village. "

"Comrade captain, please wait a moment." When I got here, I couldn't help interrupting him and asked curiously, "since you have lost contact with the main force, I'm very curious about where you get supplies. Is there any combat readiness warehouse of our army that hasn't been found by the German army in your area?"

"No, Comrade General." Captain shamrih shook his head and replied without expression: "although our tanks have run out of fuel for a long time, our soldiers still try to get enough fuel from the abandoned tractor station and collect ammunition from the destroyed tanks parked on the battlefield of recent battles to ensure that we can continue to fight.

The continuous attacks we launched finally attracted the attention of the German army. They even ordered the troops going to the front to stop and turn around to encircle us. After countless battles, our company's strength was finally exhausted. Our last tank was also destroyed in the battle near olshez.

There are only eight people left in the company. Besides the three of us, there is also a staff sergeant and four soldiers. Although we are a group of tank soldiers who have lost their tanks and their conventional weapons, and although we are deeply behind the enemy, none of us has ever thought of posing to the head portraits of the Communist aggressors, saying that we will continue to fight with the aggressors doggedly.

When the eight of us entered the woods and I announced that we would stop to have a rest, the instructor, comrade saber walenko, took out from his arms a military flag wrapped in his shirt and unfolded it in the moonlight through the leaves. He held the glorious flag tightly to his chest and said to his comrades in a solemn and resolute tone: "comrades, as long as one of us is still alive and armed, as long as the glorious flag is still with us, our tank brigade will not be destroyed by the enemy. It's still there, it's still fighting. Comrades, let us swear in front of this flag: we will never disgrace it because we are timid and disheartened; As long as we are alive, we will never lay down our arms. As long as the heart of one of us is still beating, we must encircle this glorious banner and strike hard at the Communist aggressors. "

After hearing the instructor's words, I felt my blood boiling at that time. Even if there were a hundred bandits in front of me at the moment, I would bravely rush towards them with weapons. So I was the first to kneel down on one knee and take the lead in saying, "I swear!" And kiss the corner of the flag. Then every comrade followed me and did the same thing. "

Hearing this, I couldn't help standing up and asked excitedly, "Captain, where is the flag of your tank brigade?"

After hearing my question, shamrih turned to sabervalenko, who was still sitting in his seat, and said, "Comrade instructor, show our flag to Comrade General."

Sabervalenko quickly stood up, untied his coat, took out a red silk flag embroidered with gold from his arms, and unfolded it with both hands. Seeing the head of Lenin in the middle of the red flag, kirilov couldn't help walking forward, kneeling on one knee, holding a corner of the flag in both hands and kissing it.

Now that kirilov has set an example, wittkov and Pugachev also kiss the flag one after another. Seeing kirilov and the three of them kissing the flag in turn, I, as the head of the first army, can only do it according to the gourd. After kissing the flag and standing up, I turned to the other people in the room and said loudly, "to our party, to our motherland and people, we swear: let us always be loyal to Lenin's flag and defend our sacred motherland with our own blood and life. We swear

As soon as my voice fell, a neat and solemn voice rang out in the room: "we swear!"

After everyone was seated again, kirilov asked curiously, "Comrade captain, how did you come to Ukraine from Belarus?"

Shamrihlian stood up from his seat and continued: "after losing all the tanks, our group of walking tank soldiers began to fight guerrillas. Our team became more and more powerful because of the scattered small troops, or the local residents, workers or farmers who were not satisfied with the German rule.

Just in the autumn of 1941, I can't remember how many German transport teams were intercepted, how many cars were burned, how many enemies were killed in ambush on the grassland, and how many German grains were burned or returned to the local people. "

"Why don't you count it? Comrade captain. " When witkov heard this, he couldn't help interrupting. The captain grinned shyly, and then said, "Comrade Colonel, we were just acting at that time, and we didn't care to count the results. The way we fight is very clever. Always suddenly appear on the grass, and suddenly disappear, leaving no trace. It is precisely because of our mysterious tactics that the German army became panicked. The German headquarters in Poltava even issued an order "to fight with the Soviet airborne troops who were wearing tank helmets and had about thousands of soldiers in vilichelen, kobeliak and rechekilov.". In the instructions, the German command asked the officers and soldiers of the German army and the vassal state to be cautious when passing through the grassland, and prohibited them to go out after dark, and prohibited vehicles of less than 15 to pass alone without escort. The night guard of the German command increased, and the village garrison moved from the farmhouse to the public buildings. At the same time, they put up signs everywhere to tell the local residents that if they could provide clues to the Soviet "bandits wearing tank helmets", or if they could take one of them, dead or alive, to the German headquarters, they would get huge bonuses and many other benefits. After their notices were posted, no one came to them to tell the truth, or to send guerrillas alive or dead. Under the circumstances of all kinds of scoundrels, the German army had to transfer a large number of SS members from far away places to the pushore River to carry out large-scale search, tracking and arrest in various villages. The cavalry columns of the field police trained on the grasslands, searched the valleys and streams, and set fire to the withered reeds. They are trying to force us out of our hiding places and drive us to open places to be completely annihilated. "