I threw the microphone on the table and walked around the room with my hands behind my back. In order to succeed in this offensive, I did a lot of preparatory work in advance, replenishing enough soldiers for the 67th Guards Division, replacing them with the most advanced assault rifles, and even equipped them with powerful artillery firepower.

It can be said that the artillery that Baksov and the others have now can smash the simple fortifications of the German army outside Butovo in the shortest time. The offensive that I thought was sure of winning, but the result was so badly defeated, it suddenly made me feel very bad when I heard the news.

Kirilov watched me walking around the house in a irritated mood. He got up and threw the microphone on the table and put it on the phone. Then he asked me with concern: "Lida, is it Baksoff and the others? Has his offense failed?"

I stopped, nodded at him, and then said angrily: "The troops have already rushed into the city, but their footing is not stable. They were driven out of the city by the Germans, and a third of them were injured. ."

"Comrade Commander, the offensive failed. Colonel Baksov cannot be completely blamed." After Akhromeyev said this carefully, he observed that there was no change in the expression on my face, and then continued. "The soldiers just finished adding, the time between the commanders and the fighters is not enough, and there is a lack of mutual understanding, so there may be problems of this and other in the cooperation in the battle. There are also newly refitted assault rifles, and our army There is a difference between the original standard weapons. Soldiers cannot skillfully use the weapons in their hands, which will greatly reduce the combat effectiveness of the troops."

I turned around and stared at Akhromeyev in a daze, and said, "Comrade Major, do you think the failure of this offensive is related to the unfamiliar use of assault rifles by the soldiers?"

Akhromeyev nodded and said affirmatively: "That's it!"

I think about it, it really is like this. But now that the attack on Butovo has begun, it is obviously not realistic to stop and give the soldiers a familiarity with the weapons. It can only be done in two steps now. One is to send troops to continue to attack Butovo, and the other is to let those troops who have not participated in the battle seize the time to familiarize themselves with the performance of weapons.

When I was thinking about how to let the commanders quickly grasp the new weapons in their hands, I heard Kirilov calling me: "Leda. Leda, Leda!"

Because I was thinking about it, Kirilov called me three times in a row before I heard it. I looked up at him and asked blankly: "Comrade Military Commissioner. Do you have anything to do?"

"Lida," Kirilov saw that I noticed him, considered him for a moment, and then said, "I think our group army's political agitation work is very insufficient."

"Comrade Military Commissioner, if you have any thoughts, you might as well talk about it." I know what Kirilov said is the truth. Because of my aversion to political workers, they are often A decoration. At this moment, I heard Kirilov mention the matter suddenly. Suddenly I increased my vigilance.

"I think that in the army's offensive money, a military meeting should be held in the army to introduce combat missions to all officers and fighters, so that everyone can know it." When it comes to political work, there has always been very little in the headquarters. Kirilov, who was speaking, began to talk endlessly, “With regiments or battalions as a unit, a symposium of all soldiers is held, and they are required to absolutely not allow the Germans to stand wherever there are our commanders; All soldiers must contribute to the motherland and victory. Don't be afraid of sacrifices.

Political workers at all levels must stipulate specific tasks for party members, such as which fighters should do well in the offensive. Party members must charge forward and become models of offense..."

"I see. Comrade Military Commissioner." Kirilov's words reminded me that during the Battle of Stalingrad, political workers at all levels in the division were constantly at the forefront and doing various agitation and propaganda to the soldiers. My troops can always maintain vigorous combat effectiveness. Unexpectedly, my current position is getting higher and higher, but I pay less and less attention to this work. I wanted to go to the position of Baxov Division. See if there is any way to improve their morale. Since Kirilov has mentioned political mobilization, I will take him with him. "I plan to go to the front of the 67th Guards Division, so please accompany me. You can directly tell the division political commissar what you just said, so that he can arrange time for political mobilization in the unit."

"Well, Lida." Hearing my proposal, Kirilov readily agreed: "I'll go with you."

I turned my gaze to Povsky again and told him: "Comrade Colonel, you 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, “Lida, don’t worry too much. Just ask the political workers at all levels in the division to explain clearly to the soldiers. The significance of this offense, I believe that the next battle will go smoothly."

Although I also believe that the propaganda and agitation work of political workers can inspire the morale of the troops, I still lack confidence in whether to capture Butovo, so I have a little confidence in speaking: "I hope so!"

When Baksov saw our group appearing at his headquarters, he couldn't help being shocked. He greeted him quickly, saluting and asking nervously: "Commander, military commissar, why have you all come to us?"

After I returned the gift, I sat down in the position he had just done, looked up at him, and asked sternly, "Comrade Colonel, can you tell me, since our troops have rushed into the city, why were they caught by the Germans? Was it a counterattack?"

Hearing this question from me, Baksov's face flushed, and he lowered his head and murmured: "After the preparations for the artillery fire were over, our troops rushed into the city very quickly. But just progressed to the city center, the Germans A Tiger tank company came over. Because our troops lacked anti-tank weapons, the queue was quickly overwhelmed by German tanks."

"Comrade Colonel, what about your division’s anti-tank weapons?" I figured out that the troops were driven out of the city by the enemy because they lacked anti-tank weapons. I suddenly stopped fighting and asked angrily: "If I remember correctly If so, the superior will issue you 40 rocket launchers, and each platoon will be equipped with one or two, right?"

"Yes, Comrade Commander." Facing my question, Baksov admitted with a blush.

"Since there is a bazooka, why don't you use it?" I asked fiercely, "Do you think that the assault rifles in the soldiers' hands can kill the German tanks?"

"I considered that what was going on next was street fighting. There are not many places where the bazooka can be used, so the offensive troops didn't carry it." After introducing the situation, Baksov took the initiative to confess his mistake to me: "Comrade Commander, I am wrong. Now I order that in a new round of offensive. All troops must bring bazookas, so as not to suffer the German losses."

Seeing that Bakxov’s attitude of admitting his mistake was pretty good, I dispelled my intention to scold him and told him: "Comrade Colonel, let the troops take all the bazookas. Even if you don’t fight tanks, you will encounter enemies in the city. When the fire is on, you can also use a bazooka to kill it."

"Use a rocket launcher to hit the enemy's firepower point?" Bakksov heard me say this and asked in amazement: "Isn't the rocket launcher used to hit tanks? How can it still hit the enemy's firepower point?"

When I heard his question, I almost rushed up and kicked him. I didn't expect Lao Maozi to be so stubborn. Since the rocket launcher can destroy the enemy's tank, of course it can also kill the enemy's firepower point, and no one stipulates that the rocket launcher can only be used to fight tanks. I pointed at him, so angry that I couldn't speak for a long time. Fortunately, Povsky asked me to clear the siege. He smiled and said to Baksov: "Comrade Colonel, as long as you can destroy more enemies, you can use any weapon."

Perhaps Kirilov didn’t want to see Baksov following my criticism, and quickly changed the subject and asked Baksov: "Comrade Colonel, where is your political commissar?"

"Go to the division health camp to visit the wounded." Baksov replied briefly.

"Comrade Colonel, please send someone to take me to the health camp. I have important things to find your political commissar." Kirilov said, raising his hand and looking at his watch. Urging: "Time is running out now, please move quickly."

Baksov immediately yelled outside. When a soldier came in, he immediately ordered the other party: "You take the military comrades to the political commissar. Do you understand?"

"Understood, Comrade Commander." After the soldier agreed, he walked to Kirilov and made a sign of please, saying: "Please, Comrade Military Commissioner. I will take you to the political commissar."

After Kirilov left, Baksov couldn't help but ask me curiously: "Comrade Commander, I don't know if Comrade Military Commissioner is looking for my political commissar. Is there anything important?"

"The military commissioner said that before launching a new offensive, political workers should be asked to mobilize every fighter who participated in the battle so that they can understand the significance of this battle so that they can exert greater abilities in the battle." I finished. , Stood up and said to Baksov: "Come on, Comrade Colonel, take us to the observation station."

"Observatory?!" Hearing this, Baksov couldn't help being taken aback, and then asked, "Comrade Commander, what are we going to do in the observation station?"

I rolled my eyes at him and said angrily: "Comrade Colonel, can we see the enemy's defenses when we stay in your headquarters?"

Fortunately, Bakksov was not too stupid. Hearing what I said, he immediately understood what was going on and quickly guided Povsky and I to the observation post.

Through the binoculars, I saw that Butovo had become a ruin. At the outermost periphery of the ruins were the German defensive positions. In the artillery preparations before the last round of offensive, their fortifications have been bombed beyond recognition. At this moment, countless German soldiers are seizing the time to repair the fortifications and preparing to fight our next round of offensive.

After watching for a while, I turned my head and asked Povsky who was standing next to me: "Comrade Colonel, how many artillery observers did you bring?"

Povsky quickly put down the telescope, straightened his body and reported to me: "Comrade Commander, I have brought five artillery observers. At this moment, they are in the trenches outside and can report the observed information to me at any time. Artillery positions in the rear."

Seeing that Povsky’s artillery was ready, I turned my head and asked Baksov: "Comrade Colonel, when can your troops launch a new offensive again?"

Baksov also raised his hand to look at his watch, and then replied: "According to the plan, the shelling will begin in five minutes. After half an hour of preparation for artillery fire, my troops will charge again."

"Are you sure this time?" I looked at him and asked with some worry.

For this question of mine, Baksov hesitated for a while before repliing: "Comrade Commander, after our army withdrew from the city, the Germans re-laid minefields in front of their positions. I hope they will be shelled later. At that time, our artillery can clear the enemy’s minefields."

I turned my inquiring gaze to Povsky. Povsky’s eyes matched me, and he nodded immediately, and replied affirmatively: "Don’t worry, Comrade Commander, our shelling can destroy the enemy. Minefield."

As soon as the shelling time came, Povsky walked out of the observation post, raised the flare gun in the trench, and slammed the trigger. With the rise of a red flare, the artillery units that were ready for a long time launched fierce shelling at the enemy according to the firing elements that had been set long ago.

There was a screaming sound in the sky, and then the first wave of shells slammed into the enemy's position~lightnovelpub.net~ accurately covering the minefields laid by the Germans. As the shells exploded, the buried mines exploded in patches like a volcanic eruption, and the smoke of firelight quickly blocked the enemy's position.

The artillery observers staying in the trenches quickly reported the shooting parameters to the rear so that the artillery could quickly adjust the shooting angle and distance.

Under their guidance, raindrops of cannonballs flew up and smashed into the enemy group like meteors. The sound of the ballistic trajectory was intertwined, and the violent roar burst out with dazzling halos, and shone out under the enveloped smoke and dust. Clusters of rolling fireballs. The panicked enemy troops were running around, and the bursts of flames reflected their flying figures, the storm mixed with shrapnel, and the flesh and blood of all the living and dead soldiers near the bombing point. Torn to pieces.

The artillery bombardment had just disappeared. At this time, the smoke and dust had not dissipated, and the high temperature was still remaining, but before I wiped the sweat from my forehead, there was a sound of "Ula" like a whistling of mountains and a tsunami. Baksov quickly grabbed the observation port and reported to me excitedly: "Comrade Commander, our infantry has launched a charge!"

I saw through the binoculars that the commanders on the charge used a group charge. Hundreds of fighters made deafening shouts. They waded up the ground full of shrapnel, stepped on the enemy’s pulpy meat, and waved their own flags. Bravely rushed towards Butovo. (To be continued.)