Although I knew in my heart, to really let Vellore and Oleg's troops stay and stick to the Abganerovo station as Shumilov ordered, it was undoubtedly to send them to death. Watermark advertising test Watermark advertising test. However, according to the regulations of the Soviet Army, superior orders are not allowed to be discussed, so I can only bite the bullet and answer: "Yes, Comrade Commander, I will obey your orders."

"Very good, very good. Colonel Oshanina, I know you are an excellent commander who takes care of the overall situation." After Shumilov said these two sentences, he terminated the communication with me.

When there was no sound in the headset, I had an urge to smash the radio. I scolded myself secretly, and I was self-defeating to report to Shumilov so early. I should wait for the troops to withdraw and then report to him. In this way, even if he wants me to keep the troops there, I can use the reason that the troops are marching and cannot be contacted temporarily.

It may be that the expression on my face was unnatural after I put down the earphones. After carefully observing my words and expressions, Sederikov asked cautiously: "Master, what did Comrade Commander say?"

I glared at him, and said angrily: "What else can I say, he said that Oleg and Vellore's troops will not withdraw from the station for the time being, and will continue to stay there to stand firm."

As soon as I said it, not only Sederikov was shocked, but even Pugachev, Kosca, and Gaidar sitting next to him were shocked. We were lucky enough to make a sneak attack, but if we really stayed, we would become the target of the German attack. Can the two battalions lack training and no heavy weapons withstand the repeated attacks of the German army? After a while, Sederikov said tentatively: "Comrade commander, can you report to the commander again, saying that it is behind the German army, and our troops are all lightly equipped. There is no heavy equipment. Weapons cannot stop the German armored forces."

"Is the superior's order something you and I can discuss?" After I yelled at him, I sat down at the table depressed. Raise one hand at the same time. He said casually: "Give me a cigarette."

As soon as the voice fell, several cigarette cases were handed to me at the same time. I drew a cigarette from the cigarette case of the "St. Petersburger". As soon as I drank it on my mouth, someone struck a match and lit the cigarette for me. When I looked up, it turned out to be Sederikov. I thought that I had a bad attitude towards him just now. He smiled apologetically at him, and said, "Comrade Sederikov, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been angry at you just now."

Seeing that I took the initiative to apologize to him, Sederikov seemed a little at a loss. He said in a flustered manner: "Master, you are right. The orders from higher authorities are not allowed to be discussed..."

Before he could finish speaking, I interrupted him and said to myself: "You are right, if Oleg and Vellore’s troops stay and hold on. In the end, the only thing waiting for them is the annihilation of the entire army. fate."

"Then what should we do, do we just stand by and watch them being wiped out by the Germans?" Sederikov said unconvincedly.

I snorted noncommittal, didn't speak, just took a puff of cigarette fiercely. I didn't expect Lao Maozi's cigarette to be so dry that it actually choked me into a violent cough. I was so angry that I threw the cigarette that I had only smoked on the ground and smashed it with my toes a few times.

I stood up, looked around at the several regiment-level commanders around me, and said lightly: "I will tell Oleg and Vellore this news first, so that they will be psychologically prepared."

"Master, is this appropriate?" Sederikov asked difficultly.

"There is nothing inappropriate," I said decisively: "Anyway, sooner or later, I have to give them the order to stay. Sooner or later, it will be the same." Then I ordered Razumeyeva, who had been looking at me: "Second Lieutenant. , Immediately call Lieutenant Colonel Oleg or Vellore’s political commissar, and I have an order to give them."

When I heard Oleg's voice in the earphones, I was thinking about how to give him an order to stick to the station. He had already reported in advance: "Reporter, I have important information to report to you."

I was taken aback, what happened in such a short period of time? Although he was a little confused, he couldn't hear the slightest tension and panic in his tone, so he instinctively asked: "Let's talk about it, what's going on with you?"

"Not long after the call with you just now, the phone in the station duty room rang. At that time, Comrade Vellore and I were interrogating the prisoners. Hearing the phone rang, we were taken aback. I was still thinking about what to do. When he shouldn't answer the phone, Vellore had already pulled out his pistol and forced the captured Captain Grams to answer the call. The call was from the superior of Grams, and he asked about the gun that had just arrived at the station. What are the noises and explosions? Is it a sneak attack by our army, need reinforcements, etc.?

The captain, with a pistol on his forehead, didn't dare to answer casually, so he covered the microphone and looked at Vellore helplessly. Vellore called Mikhayev to work as an interpreter, and then asked Grams to report to his superiors that the station had been attacked by a small group of guerrillas. Now the guerrillas had been beaten away and no reinforcements were needed.

Just when the captain was about to put down the phone, his superior suddenly told him that there was an ammunition train that would arrive at the station within half an hour, and would stop in the station until dawn before leaving, so that he was ready to pick up the train and ensure the train’s availability. arrangement. "

Hearing that the German army was about to deliver a truck of munitions, I immediately became interested, and hurriedly asked: "How did Vellore plan?" The reason why I asked Vellore's plan was to analyze it from the current situation. Although both of them are commanding a battalion, Oleg seems to be the leader of Vellore.

Sure enough, I then heard Oleg say: "The Vellore political commissar said that since the German army has an ammunition train coming, we will temporarily postpone the transfer, pretend to be the German army and stand by the station, and intercept the ammunition. As for the capture of all the arms, Except for the part that can be transported back to the independent division, all the rest is buried on the spot. She wants to see if the Germans who can't get armaments can launch such a fierce offensive against our position after dawn."

"Good job, Comrade Oleg." After complimenting him, I thought of ordering them to stay the task and did not convey it, but at this moment Vellore was obviously more suitable than him to accept this order, so I told him: " Let Vellore talk to me, I have important things to tell her."

Oleg agreed. Soon I heard Vellore's voice in the headset: "Hello, Lida, do you have any instructions?"

I didn’t give the command’s instructions first, but first asked her: "What are you going to do with that munition train?"

"It's very simple." Vellore said lightly: "After the train gets in the station. I will drive all the Germans in the car out of the car in order to ensure the firearms. Then I will kill them all when I am not prepared. As for. I intend to bury all of the seized arms except for the part that was transported back. I will have the opportunity to transfer these arms in the future."

For her plan. I think it's not bad, so I didn't put forward any guidance. I just waited for her to finish, and I continued with seriousness: "Comrade Vellore, there is one more thing to tell you. I hope you can be mentally prepared."

"Lida, what's the matter. Just talk about it." Vellore said calmly.

"I just reported the capture of the Abganerovo station by our division to the group army headquarters. The commander was very happy to learn that the station was retaken, but he immediately issued an order..."

"Shall we continue to stay at the station?" Vellore asked before I could finish. It seems that she, as a political cadre, is not a vain name. From my few words, I can judge the intentions of the higher-level leaders.

"Yes, Vellore." I replied a bit sadly. Although I have not known Vellore for a long time, I think she is a very easy political worker. If it were not for her low rank, I would still plan After asking her superiors, she was appointed as my teacher and political commissar, so I still couldn't bear to think of letting her stay in the station and sacrifice for nothing. "Comrade commander said that before this station was lost, our troops had been there for seven days. He hoped that you could hold it there as long as possible. In this case, the Germans with worries about the future would not dare to concentrate all their troops. , Launched a full-scale onslaught on the defense line of our group army."

Vellore’s reaction was completely unexpected. After she heard it, she smiled and said: "Comrade commander, don’t worry, although I want to stay at the station, I will not direct the troops to fight the Germans. , I want to consider using this station as a stronghold to harass the German camps and make them feel uneasy."

From her words, I heard that she seemed to have other plans, so I asked curiously: "Vellore, tell me, do you have any good plans?"

"Yes, Comrade Master." After Vellore gave me an affirmative answer, she began to slowly tell her plan. After listening to it, my eyes lit up. It was great. Why can't I think of such a good strategy?

After finishing the conversation with Vellore, I quickly called Yegonovich, the commander of the artillery battalion. As soon as I heard his rough voice, I said unceremoniously: "Hey, I said, Comrade Captain, this is not the time when you and my guard squad leader have sex. You come to my headquarters immediately. I have important things. The combat mission will be assigned to you.” When I was about to put down the microphone, I suddenly remembered something, and quickly added, “Yes, I don’t have enough manpower here. When you come over, bring my guard squad leader with me by the way. bring it here."

"What?! Comrade commander," Yegonovitch became anxious when he heard me say this. He retorted, "Didn't you assign Corporal Vera to our artillery battalion? Why do you want to assign her to the artillery battalion? Do you want to go back?"

"Don't talk nonsense, execute the order." After finishing speaking, I didn't give him a chance to refute again, and hung up the phone directly.

When I put down the phone, I heard Sederikov talking with Yegonovich, and couldn’t help but curiously asked: “Comrade Commander, Corporal Vera, your guard squad leader, it’s been almost a week since I was transferred to the Artillery Battalion. Well, why do you suddenly want to transfer her back?"

I looked at him and said, "Don't you think it is more convenient for me to keep a female guard by my side rather than all male guards?"

Hearing what I said, Sederikov couldn't say anything any more, so he nodded again and again.

The station of the artillery battalion is not close to me, at least five kilometers away, but if there are vehicles to travel, this distance is not a big deal. Yegonovitch appeared in my command post within ten minutes after answering the call.

Seeing that a group of heads of the command headquarters were there, Yegonovitch was visibly stunned, and then asked curiously: "What happened? Why are the heads of the command still staying in the headquarters so late."

But no one answered him, only I waved at him and asked him to come in front of me. When he came to me, he was about to raise his hand to salute. I stopped him with a gesture, and asked first: "Comrade Captain, how many shells do you have in your artillery battalion?"

"It's not too much to say too much, and it's not too much to say less." I didn't expect Yegonovich to actually tell me a tongue twister: "If it is the artillery preparation before the attack. The existing artillery shells are definitely insufficient; but if it is for defense If the army provides artillery support, that is barely enough."

I didn’t care about his rap, but pointed to the map and asked him: "Comrade Lieutenant. I’ll set you up for the artillery battalion. After daybreak, there will be a German munitions train from the southwest of our division’s defense zone along the road. Follow this railway to Stalingrad. Transport ammunition to their frontline troops. I want to ask you now, are you sure to kill this ammunition train with as few shells as possible?"

Yegonovitch stared at the map on the table and reached out to measure the distance, and then replied affirmatively: "Comrade Commander, I am sure that I will hit the target after five salvos per shot."

"No. Five artillery shells are too many, and eight artillery shells need 40 shells. You know, the artillery battalion may not be able to get logistical supplies for a long time. Without artillery shells, it would not be able to provide infantry. Necessary artillery support."

"The four rounds, how about four rounds?"

"No, it's still too much, two shots per shot at most."

"Ah?!" Yegonovitch heard me finish, and almost hit the ground with his chin. He considered for a moment, stretched out three fingers, and continued to bargain with me, "Then three shots, this is already At the very least, there can be no less."

"No, I said that if you have two shots, there are two." I said firmly.

Hearing what I said, Yegonovitch jumped up in a hurry. He said excitedly: "Comrade Commander, do you know the speed of the train? If you want to hit this moving target, there are fewer shells. Impossible. If we want to solve the battle with two rounds, unless the train is stopped in place and let us hit the target, it is almost the same."

"Comrade Captain," I replied with a smile: "You are finally right, this time you really let that train stop on the rails and let you be the targets. How about, do you have the confidence to shoot two shots per shot? Destroy the enemy's train if it is launched?"

After hearing what I said, Yegonovich’s face showed an unbelievable expression. In order to make sure that he was not dreaming, he pinched his arm severely. After breathing in the pain, he asked tentatively. : "The German train stopped on the rails, let us be a target? Comrade Commander, are you kidding me?"

Hearing what he said, I lowered my face and said solemnly, "Why, Comrade Captain, do you think I am joking?"

After looking at me up and down, Jegonovich shook his head vigorously, and said in an uncertain tone: "It doesn't look like you are joking with me, but..."

Before he finished speaking, I interrupted him and said in a mocking tone: "Why, comrade captain, are you not sure? It doesn't matter, if you can't do it, just ask, I will arrange for Captain Morozov to do it separately. This glorious task."

"Who said I can't do it!" Seeing that his ability was questioned by me, Yegonovich stomped his feet in anxious place. He said loudly, "Comrade Commander, you don't have to go to Captain Morozov. I promise you that if you want to kill the German munitions train, you won’t need two shells per shot," he hesitated for a while, and then said fiercely: "One shot, I only need one shot per shot. It can kill the German train."

Regarding Yegonovich’s statement, I nodded in satisfaction, and then told him: “Then you go back to the artillery battalion to prepare. Remember, first send the artillery observers and let them provide you with the prepared shooting data. ."

"You don't have to worry about this, comrade commander." Yegonovich, who was eager to fight, said loudly, "I am not the first day to be an artillery commander. As soon as I return to the army, I will send observers out and let them be gunners. Provide accurate shooting targets."

"It's beautiful, but I don't know what the final result will be. I'll wait and see." After I finished speaking, I waved at him and said, "Hurry up and get ready. Your camp station is not far from the place where the German train stops. Near."

After Yegonovitch raised his hand to salute, he turned and left. He had already stepped up the steps to go out, but suddenly stopped, turned his head and said to me: "Yes, comrade commander. I almost forgot. I have brought Vera back, Captain Basmanov, the guard battalion commander. Stay with her."

I nodded and said, "I see. Go ahead and do your job."

After Yegonovitch left. Several heads gathered around again. He asked with curiosity: "Comrade commander, didn't you just say that you want to capture the German ammunition train. Why do you want the artillery to destroy it again? What is going on?"

Seeing everyone's curiosity, I quickly returned to my seat and asked them to sit down at the same time. After seeing several people seated one after another. I just started to unravel the mystery for them: "Comrades, this is what happened. Vellore's political commissar heard that their superiors asked them to stay at the station, so he came up with a bold plan."

"What's the plan?" Pugachev asked curiously.

Before Pugachev could continue to ask, Gaidar stopped him: "Shut up, Captain Pugachev, don't interrupt, listen to the teacher continue to say."

Seeing no one speaks anymore. I went on and said: "Vellore said that the enemy has not discovered that their station has been taken by us until now. The first step she envisioned is to let our soldiers pretend to be the German army and control the station. Think about it, if the German troops pass by the station, if they see guards patrolling outside, they are wearing German uniforms and can speak fluent German. Those who come and go in the station are also their own people, and they will suspect that the station has been patrolled. Has our army captured it?

In addition, a military train loaded with munitions soon entered the station. Vellore’s plan was to kill all the Germans who escorted the vehicle and seize the entire vehicle’s munitions. Later, they will organize manpower to unload half of the munitions on the car. After the unloading task is completed, a dedicated person will drive the half-loaded train to a place far from the station and stop after dawn, waiting for our army's artillery fire to destroy it.

The purpose of this is very simple. Since the German arms are destroyed, the enemy on the front line cannot be replenished, and at the same time, our troops who have taken the station will not be exposed. "

"Comrade Commander, can I ask a question?" Just after I finished speaking, the curious Pugachev asked again.

I nodded at him and said, "Yes, you can ask."

"Why use artillery to destroy the military columns? Isn't it easier to blow them up with explosives?"

After listening to Pugachev’s question, the other three heads nodded again and again. Obviously they had the same opinion. Several people turned to me and waited for me to say the answer.

I waved my hand and stood up and said, "I also considered using explosives to destroy the train, but if you do this, the Germans will suspect that there are guerrillas nearby, and may transfer the station guard closest to the place of the accident to carry out the search mission. In this way, our plan to stick to the station will fail. But if we destroy the train with artillery fire, the situation will be different. The Germans will think that the train that was destroyed by our army was hit by mistake, and naturally no more troops will be sent there. Go and search nearby."

"The commander makes sense." After I finished speaking, the first to stand up and agree with me was the head of the regiment, Sederikov.

I glanced at him with satisfaction, and then said: "Okay, the matter of sticking to the station is set. Next I will announce one thing. During the time I am not in the division headquarters, I will be assigned by Sederikov. The lieutenant colonel acts as a teacher."

"What are you talking about, comrade commander." As soon as I finished speaking, Sederikov asked in surprise: "Are you leaving the division? Where are you going?"

Although Sergeikov was the only one asking, everyone looked at me with concern.

After sweeping my gaze over everyone present, I solemnly announced to them: "Since the commander of the group army has issued the order to stick to the station, then we must implement it to the full. But whether it is Austrian. Legg is still Vellore, neither of them has commanded so many troops at the same time. I'm afraid they will make any mistakes, so I need to go to the station to see in person."

Hearing what I said, everyone was messed up. The first speaker was Sergeikov. He said worriedly: "Master, you can't go. From here to the station, you have to pass through the German defense zone in the middle. This is really too good. It's dangerous."

"Yes, comrade commander." Gaidar continued, "you are the leader of a division, so you can't take any risks."

Even Razumeyeva, who was not qualified to speak up, said to me boldly: "Comrade commander, the communication with the station is now unblocked. It is the same if you command troops through the radio."

Everyone's concern for me was beyond words, which made me feel a burst of warmth in my heart. But below my determination, no matter what they say, I will not change my decision. I raised my hands and pressed down. When everyone was quiet, I said, "I understand in my heart that everyone is worried about my safety. Here, I want to thank you all." Then, I raised my hand to the audience. The commanders saluted a solemn military salute. Several people were taken aback for a moment, and they raised their hands in return to me.

I continued: "I decided to take twenty soldiers, disguised as Germans, cross the German defenses, and go to the station to meet Vellore and them." At this point, I rushed towards Lazumeyer, the furthest away from me. The baby said: "Second Lieutenant, you go out and call in Captain Basmanov."

Razumeyeva quickly called Basmanov in, and the captain came to me and asked with a straight body and respectfully: "Comrade Commander, do you have any instructions?"

I glanced at the guard battalion commander who was standing straight in front of him, and told him: "Comrade Captain, now you go find twenty sets of German uniforms, and at the same time you find eighteen strong soldiers. Remember, the best is He understands German."

Although Basmanov didn't understand why I told him to do this, he agreed very readily and turned around and ran out of the command post.

After the guard battalion commander left, Sederikov began to persuade me again: "Comrade commander, please think about it again. You are the commander of a division and cannot take risks easily. Let me go for you."

I patted Sejerikov on the shoulder and said friendlyly, "Thank you, Lieutenant Colonel Sejerikov. Don’t worry, I’ve experienced more dangerous situations than this. Every time it’s safe and sound, I believe I can return smoothly this time."

See that I have already spoken to this point, UU Reading www.uukanshu. Com Xiejielikov knows what to say, and I won’t change my mind, so I reluctantly said: "Well, comrade teacher, since you said that. I can only say good luck to you!"

When Basmanov returned, he was holding a pile of German uniforms. Seeing him with a sad face, I asked strangely: "What's the matter, Comrade Captain, why do you look so unhappy?"

He threw the military uniform in his hand on the table, picked up one casually, and said angrily: "Comrade commander, look at the remaining military uniforms, all of which have bullet holes and blood stains. If we want to wear them out, It will be seen through by the Germans.” I heard from his words that he already knew the task we were about to perform. Although I only asked him to find the military uniform when he came in just now, and didn't say what task to perform, it was obvious that Razumeyeva had said everything that should have been said when he went to find him.

I took over the military uniform in his hand and said disapprovingly: "Captain Basmanov, there are bloodstains and bullet holes. Anyway, we are planning to impersonate wounded soldiers of the German army. With these words, it seems more real."

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