Chapter 1129

This time I went to Yakovlev with three guards besides the driver. They were all in the back row, and I was in the co pilot's seat. Sitting in a bumpy car, I was in a particularly bad mood. I could not help cursing apanashchenko countless times. If it was not for his arrogance, I would not have risked my life to go to the most dangerous area.

On the way to the jeep, the driver turned to look at me several times. As soon as my heart tightened, I knew that there must be something wrong. The driver was very cautious. Did he find something wrong with his reaction?

He looked at me again, as if trying to convey something to me that was not easy to say. I first looked around the window with vigilance. I didn't find anything unusual. Then I asked him, "Comrade driver, what do you want to say?"

When the driver saw me asking, he coughed and said to me, "Comrade commander, don't you find anything wrong?"

"What's wrong?" When I asked this, I couldn't help looking out of the window again. The two sides of the muddy road were empty, and even no one could be seen. Further away, the forest is quiet.

"Listen to the guns outside." The driver saw that I looked out for a long time, but he didn't see why, so he reminded me.

Listening to what the driver said, I immediately found the difference from the past. Apart from the rumbling gunfire coming from the front, gunfire came from the left and right sides of the road, and even from the back. Let me feel in the whole defense area, as if all places are engaged in fierce fighting.

As the jeep drove a little further, I saw a few officers and men of our army in front of me. Judging from their walking posture, they should be all wounded. Some of them were alone, some were in groups of seven or eight, and some even came to us with stretchers on the side of the road.

When we got close to them, I asked the driver to stop by the side of the road and asked the wounded passing by: "Hello, comrade soldier, what's the situation ahead?"

A staff sergeant with his left arm on his chest saw me, quickly walked a few steps, came to me, raised his hand to salute and replied, "report to commander, we are fighting ahead."

"Where to fight?" I asked aloud.

The sergeant shrugged his shoulders and replied, "the whole Yakovlev area is fighting. There are gunshots and explosions everywhere. Our people are bleeding, but a lot of enemies have died. Our people are very tenacious, in many places did not let the enemy forward After he finished the report in disorder, he raised his hand to salute me, turned and walked into the wounded line, and continued to walk towards the rear.

The chief's answer was very general. I didn't get any useful information except that I knew there was a battle ahead. The driver also heard the sergeant's words clearly and asked hesitantly, "Comrade commander, do we still drive forward?"

Although my heart has been in retreat, but now in front of their own, but not timid, I glared at him, said: "nonsense, continue to move forward!"

The driver listened to me and did not raise any objection. He just nodded and stepped on the gas. The jeep drove on again.

At this time, sitting in the back of a guard suddenly whispered: "no, there are enemy planes!"

"Enemy plane?" Hearing what the guard said, I immediately looked up into the air, but I didn't see anything except the gray sky and cumulus clouds. I turned my head and asked the guard in the back, "where is the enemy plane you said?"

The guard on the right side of the back seat and the guard in the middle looked at the soldier on the left. The soldier was a little embarrassed when he saw that we were all focused on him. He murmured, "Comrade commander, I vaguely heard the roar of the enemy's motor in the air."

I knew that some people's hearing was extraordinary, so I turned around and looked into the air again, but still there was no sign of the enemy plane. I also listened attentively, except for the rumble of the guns and the roar of our jeep motor, I didn't hear what the soldiers said about the motor of the plane.

As I turned around to ask the soldier if he had heard me wrong, the driver yelled, "enemy plane, damn it, it's German plane!"

I turned to look out of the front window and saw an enemy plane swooping down from the clouds. At the same time, the airborne machine guns were making a mountain noise. The mud aroused by the bullets was like two fierce snakes rushing towards our jeep. Without waiting for me to shout out, the driver turned the steering wheel and made a sharp turn on the spot to avoid the enemy's first round of strafing.

"Go to the forest!" I gave the same order to the driver when I saw the wounded lying down on the spot or turning around and running towards the forest in the distance.

The driver looked out of the window and found that the road leading to the forest on the right side was blocked by the wounded, so he resolutely turned around and rushed to the forest on the left side.

The first attack of the enemy plane failed to work, and after pulling up, it dived again. Our jeep became the target of its attack. The driver drove the vehicle to avoid the bomb dropped by the enemy plane. In the fountains of soil columns raised by the left or right explosion, he drove the vehicle into the forest in a very dangerous way.

After losing our target, the enemy plane circled a few times in the sky, then turned around and flew over the road where the wounded were hidden, strafed and bombed. It was not until the airborne ammunition was exhausted that it staggered away.

After the enemy plane flew away, our jeep drove out of the forest again. The wounded on the side of the road, seeing the enemy plane flying away, also got up from the ground one after another, helped each other and continued to walk towards the rear. Of course, many of the wounded are still lying on the ground motionless, they have just become the victims of the air raid.

I looked at the wounded not far away and sighed. Then I ordered the driver, "come on, comrade driver, let's go to Yakovlev."

The more the car goes forward, the more obvious the traces of war are. There are craters everywhere on the road. The wreckage of the destroyed and burned vehicles can be seen from time to time on the roadside or even in the middle of the road, and the bodies of our army officers and soldiers lying around are too late to collect. Maybe I'm used to life and death. For all this, I became indifferent and just told the driver to speed up without expression.

We drove forward for another ten minutes, and the wounded team that we could see suddenly disappeared. Seeing this, I couldn't help but heighten my vigilance. I said that it was time to get close to the battlefield. At the same time, I unconsciously put my hand on the holster, so that once I met the German army, I could draw a gun to fight.

At this time, suddenly a soldier jumped out of a crater on the side of the road. He rushed to the middle of the road, waving his hands desperately and yelling at the same time. The driver quickly stepped on the brake and stopped just two or three meters away from the soldier. As soon as I poked my head out and asked what happened, the soldier rushed to my car door and yelled at me, "general, help, help. We have important military tasks."

The soldier's words confused me. I pushed the door open and got out of the car. After looking at him carefully, I asked in surprise, "Comrade soldier, what can I do for you?"

"Well, Comrade General." The soldier spoke very quickly and said, "we are from the 39th transport team. We are delivering ammunition to the front. As a result, we just met the enemy's air raid on the road, and our motorcade hid in the forest... "

"Wait, comrade soldier." Although the soldier's name sounded familiar to me, I interrupted him and asked, "is your captain lieutenant morochov?"

"Yes, Comrade General. You are right The soldier nodded hard and said with certainty, "our captain is lieutenant morochov."

"Go on!" I found out that the other party was an army I knew. In order to find out what happened, I told him to continue.

"... the soil in the forest is so soft that the truck that finally rushed in got into a pit and blocked the way for other vehicles to come out." Seeing that I seemed to know their captain, the soldier became more stable. He clearly reported: "we have tried many ways, but we can't move the car in the way, so the lieutenant ordered me to stop the car on the road, hoping to find a car to pull the truck out of the mud pit."

"Show me." Then I got back into the car, closed the door, and told the soldier, "come up, too." The soldier agreed and stood next to me with the door hanging.

We came to the place where the truck got stuck in the mud and saw a group of officers and men trying hard to get the car out of the pit. They carry it on their shoulders and push it with their hands, but the wheels are still idling and there is still no possibility of driving out.

Lieutenant molochov, who was carrying the car under the command headquarters, saw me coming, ran out of the crowd, stood in front of me in mud, raised his hand and said, "Hello, comrade commander, the 39th transport team is carrying out the task, please give instructions!"

I pointed to the truck in the pit not far away and asked, "Comrade lieutenant, what can I do for you?"

Lieutenant morodrov looked behind me and said carefully, "Comrade commander, I don't know if you can use your car to tow us for a while?"

"No problem." For the request of the lieutenant, I readily agreed, and turned around and told the driver: "Comrade driver, drive over and help the lieutenant."

Seeing a jeep coming to help, the commanders and fighters immediately cheered. They tied the two vehicles together with chains. When I saw that it was ready, Lieutenant morochov waved, and my driver started the jeep, trying to pull the truck out of the pit.

The motor of the jeep was turning and roaring, the chains were jingling, and the thick mud was rumbling. But the truck only moved forward and sank deeper into the mud.

Seeing this, the driver leaned out and said to me with a sad face: "Comrade commander, our car has too little horsepower to pull out such a heavy car."

Listening to the driver say so, I have no choice but to ask molochov: "Comrade lieutenant, what else can I do?"

Lieutenant molochov thought about it. At last, he bit his back teeth and said, "Comrade commander, if there is really no other way to think about it, we will have to unload the truck."

"What, unload all the ammunition from the car?" I looked at the mountain of ammunition piled up on the truck and said anxiously, "if so much ammunition is unloaded, it won't be finished in an hour or two. At present, there is a fierce battle in the front line, and the ammunition consumption is very serious, so it is urgent to get your supplement... "When I said that, it stopped abruptly, because I saw the exhausted and desperate commanders and fighters standing around the truck, they were covered with mud from head to foot, and they could not help but drop their hands. They all focused on me, as if hoping that my commander could come up with some good ideas for them. When we were at a loss, the guard who found the plane in advance suddenly cried out: "tank, our tank is coming!" Hearing the shouts of the guards, everyone's heart was rekindled with hope. Everyone looked around and listened to the movement around. Soon a soldier with sharp eyes called out: "look, tank! Our tank, there comes our tank! " I looked in the direction of the roar of the tank motor and saw a t-5455 tank coming slowly from the direction we just came. The top cover of the tank turret was open, and a soldier in a tank uniform showed half of his body. Without waiting for my command, Lieutenant morodrov ran in the direction of the tank. The officers and men who had been around the truck also rushed to the tank with cheers. I turned to the three guards standing behind me and waved my head and said, "come on, let's go and have a look."“ Comrade commander, what should I do? " When the driver saw that we were all going, he leaned out and looked at the back and asked anxiously, "my car is still tied to the truck in the back." I said to the impatient driver with a smile, "Comrade driver, just wait here for a while. We will be back soon. Now that we have a tank, I believe it's OK to pull this truck out of the mud pit. " When I went to the tank, I heard lieutenant morodrov and his men making a request to the tankers: "friend, help, we have a truck stuck in the mud... Help, we have important military tasks,... Help, help us pull the car out!" However, the tank soldier who showed half his body, after listening attentively to the request of the transporters, waved impatiently and said, "no, no, we also have important tasks to carry out. How can we help you tow?"