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It is more than 30 kilometers from Ligov to Kurchatov. If the roads were not muddy, we would be there in about half an hour. Please search (品@书￥网) to see the most complete! The fastest newest novel, but now more than an hour has passed, and the jeep in Chernyakhovsky and I is still bumping on the road.

I held the back of the front chair with my hands, smiled bitterly and said to Chernyakhovsky: "Ivan, the road in your defense zone is too bad. If you have time, you have to organize manpower to repair it, otherwise it will really start a war. , Your material transportation will be greatly affected."

Chernyakhovsky nodded his head and replied loudly: "No, our jeep can't speed up this section of the road, let alone the trucks that carry supplies. In such bad road conditions, the trucks He couldn't drive faster at all." After saying this, he asked the adjutant who was sitting in the co-pilot position, "How far is it from Kurchatov?"

When the adjutant heard Chernyakhovsky’s questioning, he turned his head quickly and said: "Comrade Commander, there are at most three or four kilometers before the tank brigade can be reached."

When the adjutant answered, I accidentally caught a glimpse of two sparks splashing on the hood of the Jeep, and hurriedly asked the driver: "Comrade driver, what happened?"

The driver glanced out of the left window, then shouted: "Damn, enemy attack, enemy cavalry rushed out of the forest over there." After he said, he slammed the steering wheel and the car turned quickly. To the right.

Because it happened so suddenly, Chernyakhovsky, who was talking to the adjutant, hadn't recovered yet. He saw the driver tilt his head back, and then he threw himself on the steering wheel. Almost at the same time, The jeep stopped abruptly, and all of us rushed forward at the same time, and then backed heavily and hit the back of the chair.

Chernyakhovsky slammed open the door on his side, jumped down quickly, then turned and grabbed one of my arms, and dragged me out of the car.

When I jumped out of the car and squatted with my back leaning on the jeep. Seeing that the two covered trucks in front and behind us also stopped, the soldiers in the car lifted the tarpaulin at the end of the car, jumped out of the car one after another, looking for a hidden location and shooting back.

I pretended to be brave and looked sideways from the rear of the car in the direction of the bullets. I saw a lot of cavalry rushing towards us on horseback. They were far apart from each other, rushing and shooting.

I heard the sound of bullets hitting the car body or passing overhead. I couldn't help but panic in my heart. When I went out today, I thought I was visiting Chernyakhovsky’s defense zone. In order to save trouble, not only did not carry the assault rifle, which has always been on the body, but even the pistol. Listening to the sound of horses' hoofs approaching, my heart touched my throat, because as long as they rushed over, I was either hacked to death or captured.

But Chernyakhovsky and his adjutant were not idle at this time. They stood up and squatted down from time to time, shooting from the position of the hood at the incoming enemy cavalry.

Among the soldiers shooting behind the truck behind them were Yushchenko and my other guards. It may be that the situation here is critical. Yushchenko caught a soldier, pointed to me and ordered him a few words. The soldier nodded and ran towards me with an assault rifle, bent over and quickly.

There was a gap of about 20 meters between the two vehicles. When the soldier was only four or five meters away from me, an enemy cavalry broke through the firepower net of our army and rushed past the soldier. The knight on the horse swiped the knife, and the warrior covered his neck with one hand. After turning a few times, he fell directly to the ground. The assault rifle in his hand also flew out, and after drawing a beautiful arc in the air, it landed a few steps away in front of me.

The cavalry who had slashed the warrior rushed forward another ten meters and turned the horse's head. Going around in a circle, brandishing a saber and rushing towards me again. When it was said that it was too late, I jumped out, grabbed the assault rifle on the ground, raised the muzzle on my stomach, and hugged the fire in the general direction.

"Bang Bang Bang" a series of gunfire rang, and I heard the neigh of the war horse. Look up. The horseman stood up directly, kicked the two horses in front, then fell sideways, and slammed heavily on the muddy ground. A large splash of mud fell on me.

After the knight on horseback was thrown off, the steed struggled to stand up and ran to the side. At this time, Chernyakhovsky and the others came back to their senses. Chernyakhovsky bent over and squatted down beside me, and asked loudly, "Lida, what happened? "

I turned my hand to the enemy's corpse lying on my back in the mud, and said, "A cavalry broke through the firepower net and rushed behind us, but it was killed by me."

Chernyakhovsky raised his hand and patted me on the shoulder, and said sincerely: "Good job, Lida." After speaking, he slightly lifted his body, bent over and ran to the enemy's body. Beside, after picking up two things, quickly ran back to me.

He showed me what was in his hand and said: "It was not the Germans who attacked us, but the Hungarian cavalry. This gun was the M1939 submachine gun they used. And the chain like a necklace was an M1936 grenade. "Said, pointing to the corpse and said, "A cavalry sergeant who was killed by you, he wears a thick white/light green winter coat that can be worn on both sides, but it’s a pity that all your bullets were hit. It’s not his chest, otherwise we can wear it on our own."

I looked at the surroundings and found that it was about a hundred meters away from the forest, and the middle was all open and unobstructed. If we were to give up the car and retreat to the forest, the enemy would not shoot, and we would not be able to run four legs. Before entering the forest, the horses will be wiped out by them. In this case, the only thing we can do is to rely on the car to fight back, stop the enemy's charge, and wait for our reinforcements.

After returning to the jeep, I just wanted to go out to see what the enemy’s strength was, but Chernyakhovsky grabbed me, and he scolded me and said, "Lida, you Don't die, worry about enemy stray bullets."

I was afraid that he would misunderstand that I was a reckless person, and quickly explained: "I want to see how powerful the enemy is."

"I just counted it roughly. There were more than 50 people, all of them cavalry." Chernyakhovsky was afraid that I would venture out again, so he explained to me: "On our side, except for the three of us, In addition, there are twenty-four soldiers, relying on cars to fight back, and they should be able to support the arrival of reinforcements."

While I was talking, with my back leaning on the jeep, I suddenly found a lot of people pouring out of the forest in front of me. Suddenly panicked and couldn't help but yelled at Chernyakhovsky: "Ivan, look at it, the enemy has rushed out from the forest here, and we are surrounded by the enemy."

Chernyakhovsky, who had just stood up and hit a few bullets and then squatted down, after hearing my shout. When he glanced at those who had just rushed out of the forest, the expression on his face became more relaxed. He happily said: "Lida, you are wrong. It is not the enemy, it is his own. They must have heard of the fighting here and came here for reinforcements."

Although Chernyakhovsky said it was his own person, I was still dubious. When I carefully saw that the person who rushed out in such a skirmish formation was really a commander of our army, the stone hanging in my heart fell to the ground. . Xin said that at least a hundred people rushed out, and there should be no problem dealing with an enemy force of less than fifty.

At this time, I found two people trotting out of the forest carrying something. One came outside the forest. They took what they were carrying to the ground. At this time, a soldier who followed behind carrying a box also stopped and squatted beside them. At the same time I saw their actions, my face couldn't help but smile, and I said that what they had just placed on the ground should be a mortar or something. This is enough for the Hungarians to drink a pot.

quickly. There was an explosion behind me. Maybe the explosion point was too close to us, and the mud that was thrown up crackled and landed on the roof of the jeep.

"Damn it, you idiots, where are you fighting?" As the explosion ended, the adjutant who crouched down to fill the pistol, pointed in the direction of the mortarman and yelled: "I didn't see the enemy still in front. He gathered towards the enemy. Fight wherever you go, you **** idiots."

But the shell just now was just a test shot by the mortarers. At this moment, at least five mortars have been placed outside the forest. After the shells were all out of the chamber, they passed over our heads and flew straight to the enemy. position.

The commanders and fighters who came for reinforcement at this moment have approached us, and one of the lieutenants hastened their pace and rushed to our side. Crouched down and asked Chernyakhovsky: "Comrade Commander, what should we do?"

"Lieutenant," Chernyakhovsky glanced at his rank and decisively ordered him: "Lead your soldiers to rush forward and wipe out all the enemy cavalry. Do you understand?"

"Understood!" The lieutenant replied loudly, stood up, turned his body, raised his pistol high, and shouted at the commanders behind: "Brothers, come with me!" After shouting, he waved the pistol. He bypassed the jeep and rushed out.

Seeing more and more commanders and fighters rushing past us with guns in hand, I finally found another opportunity to probe out to see the enemy's situation. I saw the corpses of horses and soldiers lying on the other side of the road. Some of them were only a step away from our jeep. I don’t know if it was caused by Chernyakhovsky and the adjutant. Killed.

The rest of the Hungarian cavalry could no longer see anyone still riding on their horses. The surviving soldiers, hiding behind the crouching horses, shot desperately. Our soldiers trot forward while shooting. Although people were shot and fell from time to time, they were getting closer and closer to the enemy's position where they were stubbornly resisting.

Chernyakhovsky, who also saw this scene, took a long sigh and relaxedly said to me: “Lida, it’s okay. It’s only a matter of time before the remaining enemies are eliminated. When the results are counted, we will Keep going."

Although I knew that the enemy would be wiped out soon, my heart was still heavy, because I remembered again that Chernyakhovsky and the commander of the Voronezh Front, Vatutin, were all going from one place to another. Was attacked on the way, but unfortunately died heroically.

Thinking of this, I solemnly reminded Chernyakhovsky: "Ivan, you are now the commander of the group army, commanding a unit of tens of thousands of people. If nothing happens, the whole unit will be Losing a unified command, falling into a state of no leader among the dragons.

Before I finished speaking, Chernyakhovsky raised his hand to stop me from continuing. He nodded and said affirmatively: "Lida, thank you for your concern. I also know that I often run outside. , Then I will encounter dangers of this kind. But as a commander, I cannot stay in the headquarters all day because of the danger outside. In this case, my commanders and soldiers will treat me Seen as a coward who is greedy for life and fear of death." When he said this, he saw that the expression on my face was particularly ugly. In order to save me face, he slowed down and said, "But you also make a lot of sense. When you go out, you will bring more guards to ensure your own life. Is this the head office?"

I nodded. Although I didn't speak, I was saying in my heart, I have reminded you of things that can be reminded. There is only so much that can help you. As for whether you can survive the catastrophe two years later, it depends on your personal good fortune.

When the lieutenant commanding the battle returned to us, I found his left hand wrapped in a bandage and hung on his chest. I hurriedly asked with concern: "Lieutenant, you are injured. Are you seriously injured?"

The lieutenant shook his head and smiled on his bloodless face: "Comrade General, I was grazed by a bullet, and there was no bone injury. You can return to normal in at most half a month."

After answering my question, the lieutenant turned and reported to Chernyakhovsky: "Comrade Commander, we killed 41 enemies and captured 14 alive; 35 horses were killed and 20 were captured; Seized 15 submachine guns, 40 rifles, 6 pistols, and matching bullets."

"Good job." After complimenting this sentence, Chernyakhovsky asked a question I often asked: "How about the casualties of the troops?"

"We sacrificed 29 people and injured 44 people." After the lieutenant said this, he glanced at Lieutenant Yushchenko who was standing next to us, looked at the two trucks in front of and behind the jeep, and replied: "Your guards sacrificed 6 people and wounded 11 others."

Chernyakhovsky waited for the lieutenant to answer, turned his head and glanced at the driver’s body that was lifted out of the cab by the adjutant and Yushchenko, then stepped forward, put his hands on the lieutenant’s shoulders, and said with a serious expression. "Comrade Lieutenant, I want to ask you one thing. Later, you will organize manpower to dig pits and bury my driver and sacrificed guards."

Hearing this order, the lieutenant nodded and said: "Comrade Commander, please rest assured, I will definitely complete the task you gave me."

I saw Chernyakhovsky after letting go of the lieutenant's shoulder ~lightnovelpub.net~ looking down at the body of the driver on the ground, perhaps because of sadness, his eyes were also red. Seeing this, I hurriedly coughed, approached his ear and asked in a low voice: "Ivan, can we leave?"

"Go?!" Chernyakhovsky was taken aback for a moment, and then he understood the purpose of what I said, and quickly replied: "Yes, we are going to the tank brigade station immediately, Marshal Zhukov is still waiting Next to us. Adjutant," he turned his head to the adjutant and told him, "Go find a driver."

"No, Ivan. My guard battalion commander, Captain Yushchenko will drive, and he will drive the rest of the road." Seeing Chernyakhovsky nodded in agreement, I immediately Instructed Yushchenko: "Comrade Captain, get in the car, you will drive the rest of the distance."

Although the driver's position has been scrubbed by Yushchenko and others, when I got into the car again, I still smelled a strong smell of blood. I thought Chernyakhovsky would see a physical injury, but when I turned to look at him, his expression had returned to normal. As soon as he closed the car door, he immediately told Yushchenko who was sitting in the driving position: "You can drive, Comrade Lieutenant!" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly pass. Support is my biggest motivation.)