After Bezikov listened to my advice, a disappointed expression appeared on his face. Perhaps to take care of my face, he said tactfully: "Lida, even if you don’t tell me, I think Comrade Marshal will order the troops stationed there to do so. Tell you the truth, what the Marshal is most worried about right now is There are great plains south of Kursk, which is conducive to the movement of the German armored forces. If we want to block the enemy’s attack, we must deploy a considerable number of tanks there. However, under the current circumstances, the Weapons and Equipment Department cannot provide us with A sufficient number of tanks."

From his words, I could hear the extraneous meaning, knowing that he thinks what I said is too uninspiring. What I said just now can be said by a commander of the same level as mine. I smiled and said, "Comrade Colonel, even if our tanks are not as many as the enemy, there is no problem with blocking the German armored units."

"How to stop it?" Bezikov said anxiously: "If Kharkov is really lost, the German tanks will only take a day to advance to the city of Kursk, and our fortifications can only be used at most. To the effect of hysteresis."

"If there is a kind of anti-tank trench, it can make the German armored units helpless." I have already planned to sell the Golan trench to him, so when he finished speaking, I immediately asked: "I don't know Comrade Marshal After listening to my idea, are you willing to promote this type of anti-tank trench in important defensive areas?"

"A new type of anti-tank trench?" Hearing what I said, Bezikov couldn't help but glare. But after a while, his expression dimmed again, and he said disapprovingly: "Tank trenches can block German tanks. It will also restrict the movement of our tanks. I think it may be difficult for Comrade Marshal to agree to promote in defensive areas."

His repulsive attitude towards the new anti-tank trenches was already in my expectation. I smiled and asked: "Colonel, I haven't said what my new anti-tank trenches look like. You will know the marshal. Wouldn't comrades agree to the promotion?"

Hearing what I said, he had to squeeze a smile on his face because of his emotions, and reluctantly said: "Lida, then listen to me, I can convey your meaning to the marshal. But does he use it? , There is nothing I can do."

The reason why I recommend the Golan Trench to him is because the current comparison of the armored forces between the German and Soviet forces is similar to the situation in Syria and Israel in later generations, so I strongly recommend this famous anti-tank trench to him.

"...The mouth of this anti-tank trench is six meters wide. The bottom is four meters wide and nine meters deep. The soil excavated by a normal anti-tank trench should be piled on both sides of the tank trench, but this is uncharacteristically normal. , All the soil was piled on our side, and formed a soft embankment more than two meters high."

At first Bezikov listened to me absently. Hearing halfway through my speech, he suddenly became energetic. Curiously asked: "With such anti-tank trenches, can we block the torrent of German tanks rushing to Kursk?"

"Yes, Colonel Bezikov." I gave him an affirmative answer. Explained in detail: "When the Germans rush to the anti-tank trenches, they will have a headache. Use bulldozers to fill the trenches. The soil is all piled up on our side. They have no soil to fill. Learn from Katukoff. The generals should fill the trenches with tanks as bridges. The trenches are nine meters deep, and tanks that are only two meters high are useless. Even if they find engineers to build the bridge, it’s because our side is two meters higher. Many, the bridge they are building is one end high and the other low. And the high end is placed on the soft earth embankment, which will make the tanks crossing the bridge sway from left to right. If you are not careful, you will turn into the trench."

"Yeah, Lida, the anti-tank trench you mentioned sounds pretty good." Bezikov nodded his head satisfied after hearing what I said, but still said a little worriedly: "If it's the Germans The tanks of China slow down the bridge, and there will still be many tanks successfully surpassing our trenches. With these tanks, how should our army deal with them?"

Hearing his worries, the smile on my face widened: "Colonel, don't worry. Tanks that pass the trench by chance will suffer a more tragic fate. Because they are uplifting when they cross the embankment. It will expose the weak bottom of the armor; and when it crosses the embankment, it will reveal the fragile top. In this way, the anti-tank gun deployed behind the embankment provides two excellent sightings. A good opportunity to shoot, let them become the living targets of our anti-tank guns."

"Although this kind of anti-tank trench can block the enemy, it also restricts our army's actions." After Bezikov was happy for a moment, he suddenly thought of another question. He cautiously asked: "Since the enemy can't Pass the trench smoothly, don't our army's tanks also face the same problem?

Hearing his concern, I chuckled, and deliberately reminded him: “Colonel, don’t forget, the soil is piled up on the side of our army. If the army turns into a counterattack, the bulldozer can easily remove it. The soil is pushed into the trench to ensure that our tank troops pass quickly and launch an offensive."

After listening to Bezikov, he raised his hand and patted his forehead, and scolded himself annoyedly: "Fuzzy, it's so confused." Then he stood up and smiled and said to me, "Lida, you just said This anti-tank trench is indeed very different from the tank trenches we know. Let’s go back and report to Comrade Marshal immediately to see what his attitude is."

"Go ahead." I waved at him and said relaxedly: "If Comrade Marshal has any questions, you can come back and ask me at any time."

When Bezikov left, I thought I could see him again the next day at most. Unexpectedly, it was four or five days after he left, and I didn't see him. I deliberately wanted Yushchenko to ask for information, but thinking of where Bezikov was, Yushchenko was not qualified to go, so I dispelled this unrealistic idea.

In the past few days, under Sergei's meticulous treatment, the vision in my left eye began to slowly recover. Although I looked at things like a layer of frosted glass, it was much better than no light perception.

On this day, Sergey checked my eyes and breathed a sigh of relief, and then said to me: "Comrade General. According to my judgment, your vision will be restored to your pre-operation level in half a month." Seeing my secretive expression on my face, I quickly added another sentence, "Remember. You still can't do strenuous exercise during this time, otherwise it will cause the retina to detach again."

"Don't worry, comrade doctor." I said carelessly: "I am not much faster than a snail when I walk outside now."

As soon as I finished speaking, the little nurse next to Sergey laughed. Sergey turned to look at her and snorted dissatisfiedly. The little nurse closed her mouth obediently. Sergey smiled and said to me: "Comrade General, if nothing happens, I will go to another ward for rounds."

I just wanted to wave his hand to let him leave. I violently remembered Vasily who was lying in the ward, and stopped him again. Asked with concern: "By the way, Comrade Doctor, how is the condition of my subordinate Vasily?"

"Vasily, which Vasily?" Sergey asked, confused.

"Comrade doctor," the little nurse reminded him hastily, "it's the famous sniper Vasily Zaitsev."

"Oh, it was him, I know." After Sergey figured out who I was asking, his expression became serious. He regretfully said: "His eye injury is too serious, especially the right eye, even if it is cured. It is estimated that he can only have a weak sense of light, and he can no longer continue to be a sniper."

After hearing what Sergey said, I couldn't help sighing secretly, feeling sorry for Vasily. If there is no such accident, he will definitely be able to achieve a better record and obtain more honors with his abilities. If there is a problem with the eyes. The best place for him is really just what I told him. Go to a sniper school to be an instructor and train more excellent snipers for our troops.

Sergey and they were walking outside. Bezikov walked in hastily from outside. He nodded to Sergey, and then shouted at me: "Lida, change clothes quickly, I'm instructed to take you to a place."

"Comrade Colonel." Hearing Bezikov's words, Sergey, who had walked out the door, turned around and asked him with a frown, "May I ask, will you be far away later?"

Although Bezikov didn't understand why Sergey asked, he still answered truthfully: "No, it takes about an hour by car."

After Sergei heard this, he took a look at me and said to Bezikov: "Comrade Colonel, General Oshanina’s eyes are still recovering. If I take the car for a long time, I am worried that the violent bumps will cause her. Her retina is detached again. For the sake of her eyes, I suggest that it is better to wait another two days."

Sergey's words made Bezikov embarrassed. He said bitterly: "But, I was ordered to pick her up. If she doesn't accompany me on this trip today, I won't have a good relationship in front of my superiors."

Before I could speak, Sergei rushed to warn Bezikov: "Comrade Colonel, General Oshanina’s eyes have missed the best time for treatment, so the recovery is relatively slow. If you go out by car today, because If the violent bumps cause the retina to fall off again, there is a risk of blindness."

Seeing Bezikov's embarrassed expression of dilemma, I hurriedly came out to complete the game. I said to Sergey: "Comrade doctor, since the colonel is here, it proves that he came by order. Although you are not a soldier, you should also know that orders from higher authorities are not allowed to be discussed and can only be executed. Right."

Hearing what I said, Sergey had no choice but to say: "Well, Comrade General, since you insist on going out, I can't stop you. But let me remind you one more thing. When vehicles pass through uneven areas, they must Slow it down, so as not to shatter your wounds, leading to a loss of previous efforts to restore your vision."

"Don't worry, Comrade Sergey." Listening to Sergey's tone, Bezikov patted his chest and said in a big way: "Today is the car I drove. Pay attention to what you said. I remember everything. When encountering uneven areas, I will slow down."

Half an hour later, I wore a brand-new lieutenant general's uniform and sat in the passenger seat of the jeep. Before driving, Bezikov kindly reminded me: "Lida, sit firmly, I'm going to drive." After that, the jeep slowly drove forward as soon as he stepped on the accelerator.

As there are barricades and checkpoints everywhere in the city, our speed is not fast. After the initial worries, I turned my head and asked Bezikov, who was driving, "Colonel, where are we going?"

Bezikov replied as he drove: "A secret test base in the suburbs."

"Secret test base?" After repeating the word, I asked inexplicably: "What do you want me to do there?"

"I don't know too much." Bezikov shrugged his shoulders, and replied in a steady tone: "Comrade Marshal gave the order, and I was only ordered to send you there."

After listening to Bezikov's reply, I knew that if I continued to ask, I would not learn more useful information, so I stopped asking, but closed my eyes and calmed my mind.

I don't know how long it took before the car stopped suddenly. I quickly opened my eyes and asked Bezikov, "Colonel, are we there yet?" After I asked Bezikov, before Bezikov could answer, I looked out the car window with my good right eye.

I saw a checkpoint on the road ahead~lightnovelpub.net~ a railing in the middle of the road blocked our way. A captain and two fully armed soldiers walked towards us at a neat pace. When the three came to the car and stopped, the captain took two steps forward, bent down slightly and asked, "Is it General Oshanina and Colonel Bezikov?"

"Yes, it's us." Bezikov beside me immediately replied in a loud voice: "Comrade Captain, do you need to check our documents?"

The captain shook his head and replied, "No, Colonel Bezikov." Then he said to me again: "General Oshanina, I'm ordered to take you to the base. Please get out of the car."

Hearing what the captain said, I couldn't help turning my head and looking at Bezikov behind me, and asked in a puzzled way: "I'm the only one, what about the colonel?"

The captain replied neither humble nor arrogant: "Comrade General, the order I received is to send you in alone. As for the colonel." When he said this, he glanced at Bezikov on the bridge and said, "There is a lounge next to our checkpoint. The colonel has informed us that he can wait for you to come out."

"Lida, you can go with the captain." Bezikov seemed to be accustomed to this situation for a long time, so he said disapprovingly: "I will wait for you here." (to be continued)