When starting again, Bukov sat in the position of the co-pilot again, while Povsky moved from the front row to the back row to facilitate our conversation.

Povsky said with emotion: "Comrade Commander, I finally complained that the transport team was too slow to deliver ammunition to the artillery. However, after contacting this group of auto soldiers today, I realized that I was wrong to blame them. It was not them. Not doing their best, but due to various objective conditions, the speed of the transportation team has never been increased."

Povsky’s words reminded me of the communication line that was strangled by U.S. warplanes on the battlefield in later generations of Korea. Ten vehicles of supplies would be lucky to be delivered to the front line by one vehicle. The German army has not yet launched an offensive against us. The transportation of materials is only restricted by road conditions and vehicle capacity. Once the battle breaks out, our communication lines will inevitably become the focus of the German attack. At that time, it will be a big problem whether the supplies from the rear quarters can be transported to the front positions smoothly.

Although I thought of a lot of solutions, I quickly overthrew them one by one. So that they all returned to the headquarters of the group army, I haven't figured out a reason yet. At this moment, Bukov, who was sitting in the co-pilot's seat, suddenly said in surprise: "Hey, why is Major Yushchenko standing outside the headquarters with an anxious expression on his face? Could something happen? ?"

Hearing Bukov's words, I quickly looked out the window and saw that at the entrance of the building where the headquarters was located, the head of the guard, Yushchenko, was walking back and forth with a restless expression. It looks like something may have happened.

At this time, he also found our team. He stopped, stood still and took a look, then ran towards the car where I was. Seeing his reaction. I knew in my heart that something big must have happened, otherwise the underside of my heart would not be so gaffey.

Before the car stopped, Yushchenko rushed to the front of the car. He opened the door of the car next to me. I did not blame him for his recklessness, but asked anxiously: "What's the matter. Major Yushchenko, what's the matter?"

"Commander, Comrade Commander." Maybe when he ran over, he ran a little rush, so Yushchenko was breathing non-stop when he spoke: "Good news, good news, great news. "

"Good news?" I didn't see an accident or something. The rock hanging in my heart fell to the ground, and asked disapprovingly: "Comrade Major, I don't know what the good news is?"

"The military commissar and the chief of staff are back." Yushchenko's voice suddenly became thinner because of excitement. "In addition to them, many commanders and fighters have returned."

"The military commissar and the chief of staff are both injured and discharged?" I thought Yushchenko was talking about the two injured together with Kistyakov, so I asked blankly as I got out of the car, "When were they?" Come back?"

As soon as I landed on one of my feet, I immediately realized something was wrong. The military commissar and chief of staff of the group army, Yushchenko and I have never met. He definitely wouldn't be so excited by two strangers. Then the person who can be called by him is ready to come out. Thought of this. My emotions became agitated involuntarily, and I asked tentatively: "Major, do you mean Lieutenant Colonel Kirilov and Major Akhromeev?"

Yushchenko probably guessed the answer when he saw me. Nodding with excitement, it took a long time to speak: "Yes, yes, Comrade Commander, it is them. They are all alive and come back from Kiev."

I couldn't help but cheer, and I was about to rush towards the building. Who knew that I had forgotten that I only had one foot on the ground, and when I ran forward, I immediately lost my center of gravity, and then fell to the ground hard.

Yushchenko and a few soldiers immediately helped me up. Closed and asked, "Comrade Commander, are you okay?"

I stood up with their support. Hearing his question, waved his hand. Regardless of the pain on his body, he ran all the way and rushed into the building. Because I ran too fast, even the sentry at the door saluted me, but I couldn't even pay back.

Although I am now the commander of the group army, because my subordinates do not have any capable subordinates, I do not have the feeling of being able to command the troops at all. Although Yushchenko and Bukov are also my old subordinates, with their abilities, they can only serve as guards, and they can't help me at all in military command. Now that Kirilov and Akhromeyev are back, it means that I have a right-hand man again. As long as they are placed in a suitable position, the command system of this force can operate more efficiently.

When I rushed into the headquarters, I saw that the person sitting at the table with his back to the door and chatting with Danilov was not someone else, but Kirilov, who had been with me for half a year. After taking a deep breath, I shouted, "Comrade Military Commissioner!"

As I shouted, Kirilov turned his head. After seeing clearly that it was me, he immediately jumped up from his seat and walked towards me quickly, opened his arms, and said emotionally : "Hello, Lida, nice to see you again!"

When we hugged each other, because I thought that this old partner, whose life or death was unknown, could actually appear in front of me alive, I couldn’t help but feel sore in my nose, my eyes began to moist, and tears turned and turned in the astringent red eye sockets, like broken The thread kept falling down like beads.

After we were separated, Kirilov saw me crying. Although his eyes were red, he comforted me and said, "Lida, don’t be sad. Although many of our comrades have sacrificed, Akhrome and I Didn't Yefu come back alive?"

"Akhromeyev, where is he?" As soon as I heard Kirillov mention my former chief of staff, my eyes searched around the room. Just noticed Kirillov went, unexpectedly Ignore his existence.

"I'm here, Comrade Commander." Akhromeyev's familiar voice suddenly came from behind me. "I'm fine, still alive."

I ignored the tears on my face, turned around, grabbed Akhromeyev’s arm, shook it vigorously, and said excitedly: "It’s good to come back, it’s good to come back, so that we can stand shoulder to shoulder. Fight to avenge those comrades who have sacrificed."

Danilov, who had been standing next to him, saw the scene of our old comrades reunion. He sighed, turned around, took out a handkerchief from his trouser pocket and tightly covered his face. After a while. I heard him sniff and wipe his face again. Quickly put the handkerchief into his pocket.

I took Kirilov by the hand and came to the table. After pressing him on the seat, I asked: "Comrade Military Commissioner, tell me, how did you stand out from Kiev and how many people did you bring? "

"Comrade Commander," Akhromeyev came to me and said respectfully to me: "Please allow me to report to you the details."

I looked at Akhromeyev in rags before me. Guessing that their path to break through must be very difficult, so he nodded, pointed to the empty place next to him, and said, "Major, you should sit down and talk." After that, I went straight to the base. Lilov sat down beside him.

Akhromeyev sat opposite me, verbally reporting their breakthrough to me: "...After the fall of Kiev, General Romanov led the main force of the troops and broke through to the northwest. And I and the military commissar The other part of the troops commanded by the comrades was cut off on the east bank of the Dnieper River. We could not cross the river to meet the main force, so we could only continue to choose the direction of breakthrough and break through the weak German defense areas to the east.

When breaking through. There are more than 700 people in our army, well-equipped and sufficient ammunition. We were divided into two parts. Major General Vachuk led his remaining troops to open the way in front; while the military commissar and I were behind, taking in the broken soldiers and the wounded, and following General Vachuk, turning eastward, preparing to cross. Cross the enemy's blockade and join our main force.

At first it went well, but when the troops were on their way to Ligov. The striker and the German armored forces encountered. After more than two hours of fighting, apart from a dozen wounded soldiers escaped danger. General Vachuk and his other commanders and soldiers all died heroically.

In order to avoid fighting hard with the German army with superior strength and equipment, I discussed with the military committee. Decided to turn around and head south, bypassing the heavily defended area of ​​the German army, and rushed to the Kursk area in a roundabout way to join our main force.

However, our whereabouts were quickly noticed by the Germans. In addition to dispatching ground troops to search for our whereabouts, they also continuously sent planes for reconnaissance. Fortunately, the area where we are active has a large area covered by forest, which virtually provides us with a favorable hiding place.

...Hunger and sickness have kept our troops attrition. When we reached the Suja area, there were only a hundred people left in the entire army. The rest were either sacrificed or separated from the team. At that time, someone suggested that if we cannot reach our military's defense zone within a few days, the remaining people will also be lost.

At this moment, the surrendered Captain Grams made a suggestion to us. He said that since our number is small now, why not make up a German army, swagger through the enemy's defense zone, enter our defense zone and join the main force. "

When I heard Grams’s name, I couldn’t help but be a little surprised. I didn’t expect that in such a dangerous situation, the surrendered officers and soldiers of Grams would continue to follow our troops. It was really out of my mind. Unexpectedly. So I interrupted Akhromeyev's words and asked anxiously: "Apart from Grams, who else are the surrendered officers and soldiers?"

Akhromeyev thought for a while, and he cocked his hands to count the number of people. "There is Captain Grams, his adjutant Lieutenant Gretka, Captain Beckman, Lieutenant Braun, Captain Perel, Dan Captain Gera, Corporal Wengel and so on."

Hearing the series of names Akhromeyev chanted, I couldn’t help but be pleased, knowing that these were all German officers and soldiers who voluntarily surrendered to our army during the Battle of Stalingrad. I didn’t expect it to be the most difficult in our army. At the time, they did not waver, but continued to follow Kirilov and Akhromeyev, and after a long journey, they arrived at our army's defense zone.

Just listen to Akhromeyev saying again: "Comrade Commander, you know, they were originally Germans. Once they put on military uniforms, they are no different from real German soldiers. It is precisely because of their help. , We can successfully pass through the German defense line after another and successfully return to the troops' defense area.

We were lucky. After completing the task of crossing the line of fire, we encountered a reconnaissance squad. After observing us secretly for a long time, they felt that we were their own people, so they came to contact us proactively and led us here.

Comrade Commander, do you know? When Comrade Military Commissioner and I heard that you were the commander of this group army, how happy were they? "Faced with me looking at him with a smile, he continued: "I believe that as long as you are in command of this force, we will definitely be able to win the final victory. "

Regarding Akhromeyev’s compliment, I didn’t get complacent, I just smiled politely, and at the same time I wondered whether I should report them to Vatutin and see what he would do. Kind of decision. While I was still thinking about it, Danilov next to me suddenly said, "Comrade Commander, I haven't had time to tell you something."

I don’t know what Danilov is going to say~lightnovelpub.net~, so I turned to look at him and said politely: "Comrade Deputy Commander, if you have anything to do, just speak up."

"That's it, Comrade Commander." Although Danilov is more senior than mine, he still spoke to me politely: "Before you come back, I have called Kirilov and the others. I reported the news to Comrade Vatutin."

"When Comrade Commander of the Front Army learned about this, what did he say?" I heard Danilov say this, and asked hurriedly and nervously: "Did he say how to arrange Kirilov and the others?"

Danilov might have guessed that I would ask this question, and after nodding his head to express his affirmation, he directly said the answer: "Commander Vatutin told Zhukov about this matter after receiving my call. The Marshal and Comrades Vasilevsky reported that after obtaining their permission, they formally announced that Comrade Kirilov would temporarily act as a member of the Military Committee of the Army Group, and his military rank would remain unchanged. As for the appointment of other returning personnel, they would be appointed You are solely responsible."

"It's great, it's really great." Upon hearing the good news, I excitedly held Danilov's hand and shook it vigorously. At the same time, I said gratefully: "Thank you, thank you, Comrade Deputy Commander. In this way, I will be able to partner with my old comrades again." (To be continued.)