Chapter 1587

After lunch at the headquarters, trikov suddenly asked on a whim, "Rita, would you like to visit the nearby village?"

"Nearby villages?" When I heard trakov's proposal, I was stunned. I said that there was something to see in the nearby village. Maybe I had to endure the hostile eyes of the villagers in the village. However, for fear of hurting trakov's self-esteem, I just thought about the second half of the sentence in my heart and didn't say it.

But without noticing my hesitation, trakov said to himself, "before my troops crossed the visva River, I personally led people to the river for reconnaissance. I don't know what festival it was, or whether the Polish peasants celebrated that day. We rescued them from the German rule. Although there were Germans on the other side and the villages were within the range of the enemy's artillery fire, they held a grand celebration

What trakov said aroused my interest. It is indifferent to us to think of the rebel forces in Warsaw; But in the countryside outside, the peasants showed enough friendliness to our army. Thinking of this, I stood up and said to trikov with a smile, "well, comrade general, there's nothing wrong now. Let's go for a walk in the nearby village."

Our car drove down the street out of the town towards the visva river. On the way, I asked trekov curiously, "Comrade General, you know my guard." Hello, lialik. " A woman's voice suddenly came from a yard beside the road. I turned to look in the direction of the voice. I saw a girl with a scarf and freckles. She was lying on the wooden fence to greet lialik, who was guiding us. She said in broken Russian: "honey, come to my house and have a drink. I've prepared a good wine for you." Then he threw a kiss as if there were no one else.

Walking in front of us, lialik didn't dare to speak. He just waved to the girl and took us on.

Seeing this, I couldn't help frowning and looking at trikov, saying, "Comrade General, this is your heroic army. Although I didn't see your performance on the battlefield, I didn't see it. But in this village, their relationship between the army and the people is quite good. "

My irony made trakov blush. But he didn't say anything, just followed lialik in front without saying a word, and continued to walk along the country road.

Lialik led us to a big house. After pushing open the gate, he stood by the door and said respectfully, "Comrade commander, Captain grafchkov is here."

Trekov and I went into the yard and looked inside. My nose was crooked. There was a big wooden table in the middle of the yard. There were seven or eight soldiers in white shirts lying on the ground, drunk and unconscious. Even on the body of a famous soldier, there was a fallen bench, but it didn't affect his sleep at all. He snored with his hands on the bench.

"Comrade General," I asked in disgust, looking at the drunkards lying on the ground, "I don't know who is captain grafchkov?"

Trekov looked down at the drunk lying on the ground, shook his head and said, "he's not here." Then he turned and angrily asked lialik, who was standing in the back, "tell me, where is captain grafchkov and where are the rest of the soldiers?"

Lialik pointed to the house in front of him and said, "in that house."

Trikov snorted and raised her legs to walk forward. Suddenly, the door opened and a girl in a naked dress ran out with a smile. When she found that there were many people standing in the yard, she screamed. Then she squatted down, picked up a military uniform on the ground and covered her body.

"I see where you want to run..." at this time, a man with bare upper body and only wearing shorts came out of the room, blurring: "if I... If I catch you, I'll definitely... I'll never forgive you." His mind may be confused by alcohol. He didn't notice that the people standing in the yard were not his subordinates. He bumped into trakov.

"Pa!" Trikov slapped him hard and said, "you damned drunkard!"

Trakov's slap stunned captain grafchkov. He covered his beaten face and looked at us for a long time before he realized that it was trekov standing in front of him. He quickly stood at attention. Although he tried to keep his body in balance, because of the effect of alcohol, his whole body was shaking back and forth. As long as anyone pushed him gently, he would fall on his back.

Instead of paying attention to him, trakov turned and asked the staff behind him, "is there a phone here?"

The staff officer should have been to this village. After hearing this question from trakov, he immediately nodded his head and said, "yes, comrade commander, there is a phone call." Then he pointed to the room where Captain grafchkov had just run out. "There's a telephone in there that can directly contact the headquarters."

"Call headquarters." Trikov frowned and said to the staff, "let them send a company immediately to wake up the drunkards."

Half an hour later, the guard company from the headquarters dragged the drunkards out of the room and threw them all in the middle of the road, pouring cold well water on them to sober them up. When they were a little sober, they took them to the village's grain drying field. Taking advantage of the busy work of the guard company, I said to trikov, "Comrade General, according to what I know, the soldiers stationed in the village are scattered in the villagers' homes. As there are only women, old people and children left in the village, there are no adult men at all. Now that there are so many strong young men living in their own homes, those women are ready to use their own private wine to hook up with our soldiers, and then get entangled. If we let it go, our troops will lose their fighting capacity in a short time. "“ You are right, Rita. It must be dealt with seriously. It must not be tolerated "Originally, the group army was going to apply to the higher authorities for the title of" Soviet hero "to be awarded to captain grafchkov, but when this happened, I felt that not only could we not give him the honorary title, but also we should punish him, shut him down, and demote him." How to deal with captain grafchkov is an internal matter of the 8th group army of the guards. I will not interfere in it. When trakov finished, I reminded him, "since the situation in this village is like this, I believe the other villages are not much better. In order to prevent similar incidents from happening again, from now on, the troops stationed in the village are not allowed to live in the villagers' homes. We should set up a military camp nearby and let them all live in the military camp. This is also convenient for our management. " I also know in my heart that even if the commanders and fighters are gathered together and locked up in the barracks, someone will still find a way to sneak out at night and go to the neighborhood to find a girl. But in any case, it's better than soldiers living in scattered houses. As for my suggestion, trekov only thought about it for a moment, then nodded and agreed: "Rita, your suggestion is very good. Let all the soldiers live in one place, which is also convenient for our management." He looked at the still drunk men and said angrily, "when they wake up, let them build their own houses."