Chapter 1183

I threw the microphone on the table and walked back and forth in the room with my hands on my back. In order to succeed in this attack, I did a lot of preparatory work in advance, adding enough soldiers to the 67th division, changing into the most advanced assault rifles, and even equipping them with powerful artillery firepower.

In other words, the artillery they now have can smash up the crude German fortifications outside bhuttovo in the shortest time. I thought I would win the attack, but I was defeated so miserably, which made me feel worse when I heard the news.

Kirilov saw me fidgeting about the room. He got up first, put the microphone I had thrown on the table on the telephone, and then asked me with concern, "Rita, did they fail their attack?"

I stopped, nodded at him, and then said angrily, "the troops have rushed into the city, but they are not stable. They were driven out of the city by the Germans, and one third of them were killed."

"Comrade commander, the failure of the attack cannot be entirely blamed on Colonel barksov." After akhromeyev finished this sentence carefully, he observed that the expression on my face had not changed, and then went on to say: "the soldiers have just finished replenishing, the running in time between the commanders and soldiers is not enough, and there is also a lack of mutual understanding, so there may be some problems in the match in the battle. There are also new assault rifles, which are different from our army's original standard weapons. If soldiers can't use their weapons skillfully, their combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced. "

I turned around and looked at akhromeyev and said, "Comrade major, do you think the failure of this attack has something to do with the fact that the soldiers are not familiar with the use of assault rifles?"

Akhromeyev nodded and said with certainty, "it's like this!"

I think it's true. However, now that the attack on butovo has begun, it is obviously unrealistic to stop and give the soldiers a process of being familiar with weapons. Now there are only two steps. One is to send troops to continue to attack bhuttovo, and the other is to let those troops who have not yet taken part in the battle get familiar with the performance of weapons as soon as possible.

When I was thinking about how to let the commanders and fighters grasp the new weapons quickly, I heard kirilov calling me: "Rita, Rita, Rita!"

Because I was thinking, kirilov called me three times in a row before I heard him. I looked up at him and asked, "Comrade military commissar, what can I do for you?"

"Rita," kirilov said after a moment's deliberation, seeing that I noticed him, "I don't think we've done enough political agitation in our army."

"Comrade military commissar, you may as well tell me what you think." I know kirilov is telling the truth. Because of my aversion to political workers, they are often a decoration in the troops under my command. At this moment, hearing kirilov's sudden mention of this matter made me alert.

"In my opinion, when the troops attack money, they should hold a general meeting in the troops to introduce the combat tasks to all the commanders and fighters, so that everyone can have a clear idea." When it comes to political work, kirilov, who has always spoken very little in the headquarters, began to talk incessantly, "hold a forum for all the soldiers with regiments or battalions as a unit, and ask them to never allow the Germans to gain a foothold in any place where they have our army commanders and fighters."; Every soldier is required to contribute to the motherland and victory, and not to be afraid of sacrifice.

Political workers at all levels should set specific tasks for Party members and League members, such as who should do a good job when attacking. Members of the Communist Party and League must charge ahead and become models of attack. "

"I see, comrade military Commissar." Kirilov's words reminded me that during the battle of Stalingrad, the political workers at all levels in the division kept making all kinds of propaganda to the soldiers at the forefront, so that my troops could always maintain their strong fighting capacity. I didn't expect that my position is getting higher and higher, but I don't pay more and more attention to this aspect of work. I originally wanted to go to the position of the barksov division to see if there was any way to improve their morale. Since kirilov mentioned political mobilization, I would take him there“ I'm going to go to the front of the 67th division of the guards. Please accompany me. You can tell the political commissar of the division what you just said, and let him arrange time for political mobilization in the army. "

"All right, Rita." Hearing my proposal, kirilov readily agreed, "I'll go with you."

I turned my eyes to povsky again and said to him, "Comrade Colonel, come with me, too."

On the way to the front line of butovo, kirilov, who was sitting side by side with me in the back of the jeep, comforted me and said, "Rita, don't worry too much. As long as the political workers at all levels in the division explain the significance of this attack to the soldiers, I believe the next battle will be very smooth."

Although I also believe that the propaganda and agitation work of the political workers can stimulate the morale of the troops, I still lack confidence in whether or not I can win bhuttovo, so I also have a weak voice: "I hope so!"

When baksov saw us at his headquarters, he could not help but be surprised. He quickly met us and asked nervously, "commander, military commissar, why are you all here?"

After I saluted back, I sat down in the position he had just done, looked up at him, and asked sternly, "Comrade Colonel, can you tell me why our troops have been attacked by the Germans since they have all rushed into the city?"

Hearing my question, baksov's face turned red and he lowered his head and murmured, "our troops soon rushed into the city after the artillery preparation was over. But as soon as we got to the center of the city, a German Tiger tank company came over. Because our troops lacked anti tank weapons, the queue was soon scattered by German tanks. "

"Comrade Colonel, what about your division's anti tank weapons?" It was clear that the army was driven out of the city because of the lack of anti tank weapons. I was so angry that I asked: "if I remember correctly, the superior will give you 40 rocket launchers, and each platoon will be equipped with one or two?"

"Yes, comrade commander." In the face of my question, barksov admitted with a red face.

"Since there are bazookas, why don't you use them?" I asked viciously, "do you think the assault rifles in the hands of the soldiers can kill the German tanks?"

"I consider that the next battle is in the streets. There are not many places where the rocket launcher can be used, so the offensive troops didn't carry it at all." After introducing the situation, baksov took the initiative to admit his mistake to me: "Comrade commander, I'm wrong. I hereby order that in a new round of attack, all troops must take rocket launchers, so as not to suffer the losses of the Germans any more. "

Seeing that baksov's attitude of admitting his mistake was not bad, I gave up my plan to scold him. I told him: "Comrade Colonel, let the troops take all the rocket launchers. Even if they don't fight tanks, they can use the rocket launchers to kill the enemy's firepower points in the city."

"Hit the enemy's firepower with a rocket launcher?" When baksov heard me say this, he was surprised and asked, "isn't the rocket launcher used to hit the tank? How can it still hit the enemy's firepower?"

When I heard his question, I almost rushed up to kick him. I didn't expect that Lao maozi was so determined. Since the rocket launcher can kill the enemy's tanks, it can also kill the enemy's firepower points. No one stipulates that the rocket launcher can only be used to fight tanks. I pointed to him and was so angry that I couldn't speak for a long time. Fortunately, povsky asked me to get out of the encirclement. He said to barksov with a smile, "Comrade Colonel, as long as we can eliminate more enemies, we can use any weapon."

Kirilov may not want to see baksov continue to be criticized by me. He quickly digs off the topic and asks baksov, "Comrade Colonel, where is your political commissar?"

"I went to the division health camp to visit the wounded." Barksov replied briefly.

"Comrade Colonel, please send someone to take me to the health camp. I have something important to ask your political commissar." Kirilov said, raising his hand and looking at his watch, he urged, "time is pressing. Please hurry up."

Barksov immediately yelled out. When a soldier came in, he immediately ordered the other side: "you take the comrades of the military commissar to the political commissar, understand?"

"I see, sir." After the soldier agreed, he went up to kirilov, made a gesture of please and said, "please, comrade military commissar, I'll take you to the political commissar."

After kirilov left, baksov couldn't help but ask me curiously, "Comrade commander, do you know that the comrades of the military commissar have anything important to do with my political commissar?"

"The military commissar said that before launching a new attack, political workers should be allowed to mobilize every soldier to make them understand the significance of the battle, so that they can play a greater role in the battle." When I had finished, I stood up and said to baksov, "come on, comrade Colonel, take us to the observation post."

"Observation station?" Barksov was stunned when he heard what I said, and then asked, "Comrade commander, what are we going to observe?"

I turned a white eye at him and said, "Comrade Colonel, can we see the enemy's deployment when we stay in your headquarters?"

Fortunately, barksov was not too stupid. After listening to me, he immediately understood what was going on and quickly led me and povsky to the observation center.

Through my telescope, I could see that bhuttovo had become a ruin. On the periphery of the ruins was the German defensive position. In the preparation for the last attack, their fortifications were blown up beyond recognition. At this moment, countless German soldiers are seizing the time to repair fortifications and prepare to fight against our next attack.

After looking at it for a while, I asked povsky standing beside me: "Comrade Colonel, how many artillery observers have you brought with you?"

Povsky quickly put down his telescope, straightened up and reported to me, "Comrade commander, I have brought five artillery observers. Now they are in the trench outside. They can report the observed information to the artillery positions in the rear at any time."

Seeing that bofsky's artillery was ready, I turned to ask baksov, "Comrade Colonel, when will your troops launch a new attack again?"

Baksov also raised his hand, looked at his watch, and then replied, "according to the plan, the shelling will start in five minutes. After half an hour's artillery preparation, my troops charged again. "

"Are you sure this time?" I looked at him and asked with some uneasiness. To my question, baksov hesitated for a moment before answering, "Comrade commander, after our army withdrew from the city, the German army laid a new minefield in front of their positions. I hope our artillery can clear the enemy's minefield when they are shelling later I turned my inquiring eyes to povsky. Povsky's eyes matched mine. He immediately nodded and answered positively, "don't worry, comrade commander, our shelling can destroy the enemy's minefield." As soon as it was time for the shelling, povsky walked out of the observation post, raised his signal gun in the trench and yanked the trigger. With the rise of a red signal bomb, the ready artillery units, according to the set firing data, bombard the enemy fiercely. There was a scream in the sky, and then the first wave of shells hit the enemy positions, accurately covering the German minefield. With the explosion of the shells, the buried mines exploded like volcanoes, and the smoke of the fire quickly covered the enemy's position. The artillery observer who stayed in the trench quickly reported the firing parameters to the rear, so that the artillery could quickly adjust the firing angle and distance. Under their guidance, raindrops of shells came in waves, smashed into the enemy like meteors, and the sound of trajectory was interwoven. In the fierce roar, dazzling halos burst out, and rolling fireballs blazed under the shrouded smoke. The panicked enemy troops were running around, and the fire reflected their flying figures. The storm with shrapnel smashed the flesh and blood of all the living and dead soldiers near the explosion point. Just as the artillery bombardment had thinned down, the smoke and dust had not yet dispersed, and the high temperature was still there. But before I wiped the sweat out of my forehead, the sound of "Wula" came from outside. Barksov quickly grabbed the observation port and excitedly reported to me, "Comrade commander, our infantry are charging!" Through the telescope, I saw that the charge commanders and fighters used group charge, hundreds of soldiers issued deafening shouts, they waded on the surface soil full of shrapnel, stepped on the enemy's rotten meat, waved their own flags, and bravely rushed to the city of butovo.