After I said this, I suddenly found myself sending Travkin on the task of finding the German warehouse, which seemed a bit redundant. Not to mention whether they can find it, even if they find it, whether it is a tank attack or a long-range artillery bombardment, it will cause a forest fire with serious consequences. In fact, as Danilov said, if you can send a few more tank detachments of this kind to continuously attack the German logistics supply line from multiple locations, then their front-line troops will soon be depleted due to ammunition and supplies. Exhausted, and fell into an awkward situation.

Why did Zhao Kuo lose to Bai Qi? It is not that the grain road was cut off by the Qin army; why Yuan Shao would fail miserably in Guandu? It was because Cao Cao burned the grain and grass he had hoarded in Wuchao; Hong Chengchou’s 130,000 army was annihilated. Songshan is still related to the cutting off of their food avenues. The battles from the past and the present made me understand that as long as the German army's logistical supplies were completely cut off by me, then they would not be far from the days of disastrous defeat.

While I was thinking about it, I suddenly heard Bie Lei ask: "Comrade Commander, we have a few tanks, which have begun to break down frequently. In order to prevent the nest in battle, maintenance is necessary. I would like to ask, you When will the tank repair station be established?"

"Don't worry, comrade Colonel." I remembered that Vatutin said last time that in order to ensure the combat effectiveness of the Fifth Guards Tank Army, he planned to open a number of tank maintenance stations in Prokhorovka, and our defense zone will also be set up. several. But in the past two days, there is no more text. I don’t know if Vatutin forgot about us, or was he rejected by the superior when he applied for it? But at the moment Bie Lei asked, I can only bite the bullet and promise him: "In two days at most, we will be able to set up several tank repair stations in our defense zone."

Colonel Bielei said. He turned his attention to Basmanov next to me, and he curiously said: "Comrade Major, after I rescued you that day. Because of the tight time, I haven't had time to ask you. How did you get bombed? Survived in the tunnel at the entrance?"

If Bie Lei didn’t ask these words, I would have forgotten the matter. At this moment, listening to him re-report the old things, which immediately aroused my interest. I urged Basmanov quickly: "Let’s talk about it, Comrade Major, what is it? what happened?"

"That's it. After the tunnel on the ground is repaired. I found that only the place near the entrance of the tunnel can breathe normally; and the more I go in the middle, the more I feel breathing is not smooth. In order to avoid too many people in the tunnel, causing suffocation incidents. , So I asked the soldiers to dig a few hidden vents in other places." Basmanov said unhurriedly: "When our tunnel was blown down, the people we were hiding in, It is this vent that prevents suffocation due to lack of oxygen...."

Although Basmanov was telling his own story, there was an inexplicable feeling in my heart. On the first line of defense, we lost several high ground. There are tunnels fortifications, but why can't it be kept? Could it be that because of the lack of oxygen in the middle of the tunnel, the officers and men squatted at the entrance of the tunnel to fight. As a result, the advantages of the tunnel are not really brought into play? No, after I go back later, I must call the teachers and teachers to ask about the specific situation.

At this moment, I suddenly heard Basmanov shouting excitedly: "Comrade Commander, look at the convoy, a convoy is coming to our side!" I followed the direction of his finger and looked over. See a convoy of five or six trucks. He staggered along the bumpy dirt road outside the town. See two tankers leading the way ahead. I knew it was Colonel Berly and they had waited for the stars and moon for several days for their tank shells to arrive.

The truck stopped more than ten meters away from us, after the door opened. Seeing the driver jumping out of the bridge, a smile suddenly appeared on my face. I walked over to him quickly, and at the same time offered to extend my hand, and said friendlyly: "Hello, Lieutenant Morozov, I am glad to see you here."

Lieutenant Morozov first raised his hand to salute me, and then shook my hand. I looked at the sparse trucks behind him, and asked with a smile: "Comrade Lieutenant, why come out to transport supplies today? Only so few cars came here. What about other vehicles?"

Morozov, who was still grinning, heard what I said, and his smile instantly froze on his face. After a while, he looked back at the truck behind and said in a low voice: "Comrade General, now there are only a few trucks left in my convoy, and the rest are lost during transportation."

I never thought about how the weapons, ammunition and various materials that I used would be transported to the front lines. Since getting to know this Lieutenant Morozov, I finally have some understanding. Without the selfless dedication of these transport soldiers, it is estimated that the commanders and fighters on the front line would have to fight with the Germans on an empty stomach.

I saw Bele’s tank soldiers crowding around, helping the transport soldiers behind, moving boxes of tank shells out of the carriage. He quickly pulled Morozov aside and whispered to him: "Comrade Lieutenant, if you want to change a place, just tell me, I will ask you from the logistics department."

Morozov smiled and shook his head and said, "Thank you, Comrade General. Although I wanted to leave the transport team and go to the field troops to fight with the Germans, but after so long, I found that I like this profession very much, so I still plan to stay as a transporter."

After listening to his words, I understand that it is difficult to persuade him under the current circumstances, so I nodded and said following his goose meaning: "Comrade Lieutenant, since you have decided to stay in the transport team, then I respect Your choice. If one day you change your mind, you can still come to me at any time, and I will always leave you with a position suitable for you in my army."

"Thank you, thank you, Comrade General." Morozov shook my hand and said gratefully: "I will keep your love in my heart."

Looking at the tank soldiers and his subordinates busy carrying ammunition, Morozov suddenly said: "Comrade General, I almost forgot to tell you something."

"What's the matter?" I guessed that what he was going to say must be important, so I couldn't wait to ask.

"According to the plan, we were supposed to transport a batch of equipment from the tank maintenance station to nearby places today. But when loading the truck, we suddenly received an order from the superior that you are in urgent need of a batch of tank shells here. Let us deliver it first." He sees After my attention was caught by his words, I went on to add: "If you need this batch of equipment urgently, as soon as the shells are unloaded. I will immediately take people back to load the truck, and it will be delivered tomorrow morning."

"Comrade Colonel. Come here, please." As soon as I heard Morozov's words, I called Bere over, repeated Morozov's words to him, and then told him: "Allow your subordinates to speed up the unloading speed. So that the lieutenant and them can go back early to transfer the equipment at the repair station."

"Okay." Bieley agreed, then turned and walked back to the truck, and said loudly to the tank soldiers: "Comrades, don't be busy carrying the shells to your tank. First, unload the shell box on the truck. Piled aside, so that the brothers in our transport team can go back sooner."

The tankers heard the command of their commander and placed the shell boxes on their shoulders that were about to be moved back to the tank on the ground, then turned and ran back to the truck to help the transporters standing in the carriage unload the cargo. As a result, the overall unloading speed is suddenly much faster.

I waited until Morozov and the others had unloaded the cargo and turned around and drove in the direction of Kursk before returning to the group army headquarters by car. The first thing I did when I returned to the headquarters was to order Akhromeyev to call the commanders of each division to learn about the actual situation of the tunnel. In order to make corresponding countermeasures.

After an hour, the information that Akhromeyev had collected was in front of me. After I finished reading it, I felt particularly depressed. Unexpectedly, most of the tunnels on the position really existed in the situation that Basmanov said. It is no wonder that the Germans did not take much effort when attacking such a position.

Akhromeyev also specifically explained to me: "Comrade Commander, because of the poor ventilation, there will be hypoxia in the middle section. Therefore, our commanders and fighters stay away from the hole in order to save trouble. Near location. This runs counter to the original purpose of designing tunnel fortifications. I think it is time for divisions to rectify the tunnel and add vents. Improve the defensive effect of tunnel fortifications."

"Comrade Major." Kirilov sitting next to him continued: "It's best to look for soldiers in the army to see if there are any warriors who have worked as miners. When it comes to designing tunnels to improve defense measures, we still rely on these experienced warriors. ."

Akhromeyev wrote down everything Kirilov said in his notebook one by one. Then he looked at me and asked, "Do I need to convey this order immediately?"

"Yes, Comrade Major." I said decisively: "I immediately communicated the order to each division and ordered them to improve the tunnel fortification overnight. If the same potential safety hazard still exists after two days, I will definitely punish it. . Go and send the report!"

After the task of improving the tunnels was set up, Bezikov came over and reported to me with a smile: "Comrade Commander, I have good news. The superiors decided to set up five tank repair stations in our defense zone. Several maintenance stations will be established one after another."

Hearing Bezikov said that a tank repair station was about to be set up, I grabbed his arm and asked excitedly: "Comrade Chief of Staff, where are the repair stations in the first row?"

Bezikov gently broke free of my grip and pulled the map on the table slightly closer to me. With the red end of a red and blue pencil, he drew five triangles in different positions on it, and then threw the pen. He stepped aside, looked at me and said, "Just in these places, one of the repair stations is only a few hundred meters away from our headquarters. Do you think they need to be moved to another place?"

"No need," I said with a wave of hands, "Since it is the location chosen by the superior, let them set it here, so as not to embarrass the comrades in the maintenance station."

"Well," Bezikov listened to me agreeing to the location of the tank repair station, and said happily: "In this way, we can go and see how comrade workers repair tanks when we have time."

Early the next morning, I was awakened by the roar of tanks outside the house. I got up from the bed angrily, opened the curtain blocking the window, and looked outside.

I saw an armored tractor dragging a damaged T-34 tank, heading towards the maintenance station in the distance. The more I looked at this tractor, the more familiar it became, and when I thought about it carefully, I suddenly remembered that it was the base of the German Tiger tank. I don't know who converted it into an armored tractor.

I put on my clothes, and after washing, I walked out of the room. Called two guards and walked towards the maintenance station. When I entered the pit, I saw several worker technicians busy around the damaged tank.

As soon as I walked over, a man in blue cloth overalls greeted me and greeted me on the initiative: "Hello, Comrade General, I am the stationmaster Kosky here. Is there anything I can do for you? ?"

I pointed to the tractor that was converted from a German Tiger tank behind him, and asked, "What's the matter with this tractor? You know that our current technical equipment has lost a lot of money, but you don’t just destroy the tank. Repaired, used to equip our troops, but changed into an armored tractor, used to pull the damaged tanks on the battlefield?"

In response to my question, Koski quickly said: "Comrade General, the comrade driving this tractor is not at lightnovelpub.net~ If you are interested, you can wait for a while and let him personally explain to you why. Transform the destroyed German tank into an armored tractor."

Actually, I'm not here to inquire about crimes, I just feel curious. Anyway, it's okay now, I'm just here to wait for the driver, and find out what's going on by the way.

After waiting for a while, a young man walking a little lame came towards us. Seeing a few of us standing by the tractor, he couldn't help shouting loudly: "Hey, comrade stationmaster, what are you doing standing by my tractor?"

"Hey, Ulda, where have you been?" The stationmaster said in a reproachful tone: "This comrade general has something to ask for you. Who knows that you have been wandering for so long before coming back."

The young man walked in front of me, raised his hand to salute me, and asked politely: "Comrade General, do you have any instructions?"

"Have you ever been a soldier?" Although he was wearing overalls, I saw that his saluting behavior was very standard, so I asked curiously.

"Yes, Comrade General," Ulda replied briefly: "I used to be a tank soldier." (To be continued.)