When Tavartkilasze and Povsky returned to the jeep, they told me a piece of news: General Apanashenko, the deputy commander of the Front Army, has left the regiment headquarters of the 309 regiment, with his limited men. Visited other defensive areas.

Although I think of Apanashenko’s side, there is only one driver and one guard, and I am very worried about his safety. But after thinking about it, since he left without saying goodbye, obviously because he didn’t want more people to be with him, I didn’t want to be boring to myself. I decided to return to my headquarters earlier, maybe there was a lot of work there. Let me deal with it.

When the three of us drove back to the headquarters of the 51st Guards Division, I said to Tawart Kiradze who was sitting next to me: "Comrade General, although our defense is too wide, it is impossible to put it in all places. Sufficient troops. But in our key defense areas, especially in front of several large positions, we must lay minefields and pull up barbed wire. Even if such facilities will be lost after the enemy’s artillery and bombardment, but it is also It can make the German infantry not approach our position unscrupulously like before. Understand?"

"Understood," General Tawart Kiradze continued embarrassingly: "Comrade Commander, but we are in urgent need of a large number of mines and barbed wire." When he said this, he glanced at the front row. Povsky, "As far as I know, the vehicles of the transport regiment have been busy transporting shells during this time."

Povsky, who was sitting in the front row, looked out the window. Hearing Tavart Kiradze’s words, he turned around and said with extreme dissatisfaction: "Comrade Commander, I think I need to remind you. Once the Germans attack us, the artillery deployed behind you can provide you with enough artillery support. If there is no artillery shells, the artillery in the hands of the artillery is a pile of scrap iron."

"However, if there are no minefields and barbed wire in front of the position. The German infantry can easily rush to our position." Tawart Kiradze retorted unconvincedly: "If the Germans rushed into the trenches, and If our commanders start a hand-to-hand battle, then the artillery’s artillery will lose its usefulness."

I don't know if the two of them had any deep hatred in their previous lives, anyway, these two times were pinched as soon as they met, and the noise made me distraught. In order to prevent them from arguing anymore, I said loudly: "Okay, it's all quiet, stop arguing."

After the two were quiet, I first asked Povsky who was sitting in the front row. After all, his position was relatively high: "Comrade Colonel. When will the artillery positions deployed on the first line of defense be able to stock up enough ammunition?"

Hearing this question from me, Povsky hesitated for a moment, and then replied: "Comrade Commander, according to the transportation plan, the number of shells stored in the frontier can reach our standard by this evening at the latest."

Since the number of shells stored in the frontier can reach the specified number in the evening, even if the shells are out of service for two days. Changing the transport of mines and barbed wire will not have any impact on the entire battle, so I said to the two of them: "Since this is the case. After the transport team sends the shells to the artillery position, the priority is given to them when they come back on the next trip. General Tawart Kiladze’s troops transported mines and barbed wire."

When our car was almost one kilometer away from the division headquarters, Povsky, who was sitting in the front row, suddenly pointed out the window and said loudly: "Look at it, why are there so many trucks parked there? Could something happen? Yet?"

I looked in the direction of his fingers and saw nearly twenty trucks neatly parked on the right side of the road ahead. Because the truck does not have a tarp. I can clearly see that there is nothing in the carriage.

"Strange, this seems to be a transport convoy carrying artillery shells." Povsky sitting in the front row said to himself again: "Why does the convoy stop here? Could something happen?" Then he ordered. The driver, "Go up. See what's going on?"

The jeep we were in was passing by the transportation convoy parked on the side of the road, and I found that almost all the drivers were sleeping in the cab. Seeing this situation, I suddenly felt furious. The front line urgently needed all kinds of supplies, but you guys of the auto soldiers stopped to sleep on the side of the road during the day. I yelled at the driver in the front row: "Stop!"

Following my order, the driver stepped on the brake in time. I pushed the door and got out of the car, walked around behind the car, walked to the side of a truck, grabbed the door handle and pulled hard. The door of the car was suddenly opened. But the driver sitting in the cab did not wake up and was still asleep.

Seeing this, Major Bukov, who got out of the car in front, walked over, stood by the door, grabbed the shoulders of the sleeping driver and shook it vigorously. That's the case, the driver was shaken for a long time before he opened his eyes in a daze, and muttered, "I was woken up by you as soon as I fell asleep, what's the matter?"

When he saw clearly that there were two generals and two school officers standing outside the car door, the sleeper was frightened and flew away. He hurriedly jumped out of the cab, hurriedly saluted us, and said hurriedly: " Hello, comrades commanders! Don’t know what's the matter with you?"

"Which part are you from?" Tawart Kirazzi asked coldly.

"Report to Comrade General." The driver replied nervously: "We are the car transport team under the mobile logistics mobile mechanized brigade of the front army."

After hearing this number, I turned my head and asked Povsky in a low voice, "Have you heard of this unit?"

Povsky, who was also confused, shook his head and answered honestly: "I'm sorry, Comrade Commander, I have never heard of this unit."

"Where is your commander?" Tawart Kiradze asked again.

After hearing the question, the driver looked in the direction of the leader of the convoy, and then replied: "Report Comrade General, if I remember correctly, it should be sleeping in the cabin of the leader."

After listening to this, Tavart Kiraze snorted heavily, and said angrily: "I'm going to find your commander now and ask him why he parked the convoy on the side of the road to sleep together. Are you a transport team or Rehabilitation company?"

Our group walked aggressively towards the head car. Along the way, we saw all the drivers sleeping in different sleeping positions. My anger was even worse. I even thought that the commander of the transportation team was one of my subordinates. , Maybe I pulled out a pistol and shot him.

Came to the location of the leader car. I stood on tiptoe and looked into the carriage, and saw a young officer lying on his back in the carriage. He was covered with a military jacket and held a half-bitten pickled tomato in his hand. See this situation. Suddenly, I felt that I might be blaming him. He was obviously very tired. I even ate only half of what I ate, and fell asleep soundly.

When Bukov awakened the commander from his sleep, I stopped Tavart Kiradze who was about to attack him, but after seeing the rank of lieutenant on his shoulder, I asked kindly: " Comrade Lieutenant, can you tell me your name?"

The lieutenant who just jumped out of the carriage. Standing straight in front of me, he reported in a loud voice: "Comrade General, Lieutenant Morozov, captain of the 39th Transport Brigade of the Front Logistics Mobile Mechanized Brigade, reports to you that we are carrying out transportation tasks. Please give instructions!"

After he finished the report, I snorted softly and asked coldly: "Comrade Lieutenant, are you sleeping on the side of the road for your transportation mission?"

"Excuse me, Comrade General." Lieutenant Morozov glanced at my epaulettes. Reported respectfully: "Can you listen to me explain?"

If it was another commander, for a commander like Lieutenant Morozov, he would definitely not listen to any explanation from the other party. Instead, he scolded the other party without any explanation and threatened to send him to a military court for negligence. But in order to find out what was going on, I said patiently: "Yes, Comrade Lieutenant. But I want to hear the real answer, not a lie you made up to cover up your mistakes."

"Comrade General, I will explain the real reason for you." Morozov's expression became particularly serious. "We have been loading and transporting military supplies for fifteen consecutive days and nights. It has been fifteen consecutive days and nights, no Stopped for maintenance. Did not stop to sleep. As soon as the car is full, we will pull military supplies from the military depot in Kursk. Send them to the front line where they are needed..."

"Okay, needless to say. Comrade Lieutenant." Before he was finished, I raised my hand to stop him, because without saying anything after him, I knew I was wrong to blame them. People are not machines. After 15 days of continuous rotation, it is estimated that even the trucks that transport materials can't stand it, let alone these living people. "I understand. I apologize to you for the misunderstanding of you just now." After I said that, I took a step back and raised my hand to salute him with a solemn military salute. At the same time, I said loudly: "The transport team Comrades, you have worked hard!"

"Comrade General," Morozov sounded a little hoarse because of his excitement, "These are all things we should do. But, Comrade General, I beg you, can I let my soldiers sleep for a while? Even ten minutes? All right, after all, they haven't rested for fifteen days."

I raised my hand to look at my watch, and then announced to him: "Comrade Lieutenant, I can give you an hour. After all, you have been tired for so long, and it is difficult to recover if you don’t take a short rest." Then, I turned around. He said to Tavart Kiradze: "Comrade General, I think they may be drinking cold water and gnawing dry bread on the road during this time, so you should go back to the division as soon as possible and arrange for someone to bring them some hot tea. "

"Okay, Comrade Commander." Tawart Kirazzi glanced at Morozov, who was standing in front of us with fatigue, nodded, turned and walked towards the nearest jeep, ready to drive as soon as possible. Go back to the division.

When Bukov learned that the auto soldiers were sleeping on the side of the road, not because they were lazy but because they were really tired, he arranged for manpower to stand guard around the convoy so that no one would disturb them.

And I stayed in place to chat with Lieutenant Morozov. I looked at the young lieutenant in front of me and asked with a smile, "Comrade Lieutenant, when did you enlist in the army?"

Morozov replied: "Report to Comrade General that I joined the army in September 1941."

I glanced at the rank of lieutenant on his epaulettes and the medal on his chest. However, he accidentally discovered that the medal on his chest was actually the "Defense of Stalingrad" medal. He couldn't help but asked in surprise: "Why, Comrade Lieutenant, have you participated in the defense of Stalingrad?"

He smiled and nodded, and then said: "Yes, during the Defence of Stalingrad, we were ordered to deliver shells to the anti-tank artillery concealed in the depression to prevent German tanks from attacking. The truck that the captain of the transport team was riding. After being hit by German artillery fire, I sacrificed gloriously on the spot. And I took over his duties and led the transport team, braving the enemy’s artillery fire, along the gorge, and smoothly delivered the artillery shells to the anti-tank artillery position. At this time, Almost all of the artillery’s shells have been exhausted.

It was precisely because of this transportation mission that I was appointed as the official captain of the transportation team and received the rank of lieutenant as soon as I returned to the brigade. Since the brothers in the convoy have all lived and died together, everyone obeyed my command. Soon after, our transportation team became the best transportation team in the whole brigade. He is even often praised by superiors..."

Morozov is like telling other people's stories~lightnovelpub.net~ telling me about his fighting experience in a flat tone, I can't help but admire him. I even had a bold idea to go to the logistics department to dig a corner, get this lieutenant to my 6th Guards Army, let him be a company commander or battalion commander, etc. The troops under his command must be It can repeatedly make meritorious service.

Time passes unconsciously in our small chats. When General Tawart Kiradze sent people to bring tea and red cabbage soup, an hour had passed. Morozov stood beside the convoy, shouting loudly towards the front and back: "Everyone listen to my command, get out of the car!"

On the first pass, the team hadn't responded. When he shouted a second time, most of the car doors were opened, and the drivers who were sleeping inside jumped out of the car. As for the drivers who were still sleeping, they were also awakened by the drivers of the front and rear cars, and they all came under the car, waiting for Morozov's order.

After seeing all the people in their positions, Morozov shouted again: "Hurry up, everyone, after drinking the hot tea and red cabbage soup sent by the infantry brothers, immediately drive off."

"Yes!" dozens of drivers who stood neatly outside their cab neatly agreed. (To be continued.)