The content of this document was carefully copied in graceful handwriting. I saw it read:

"Zofia Collective Farm Committee to the Red Army Command:

We sincerely request you, on behalf of the brave Soviet Red Army that liberated us from fascist enslavement, to accept five tons of flour, ten tons of potatoes, fifteen frozen pigs and three fascist bandits captured and managed by us. The path of the emperor through the plane.

At the same time, I ask you to consider that those of us who have been bullied in enemy-occupied areas have a strong desire to avenge the evil fascist bandits and allow all of us to be included in the Red Army. Please be sure to approve our request.

Katerina, deputy member of the Soviet Union of Zofia Collective Farm. "

After reading this document, I was really full of emotion. The appearance of these women and their solemn tone in the document formed a very strong contrast. We must know that we are now behind enemy lines and only occupied a few defensive German cities, and immediately there were members of the local collective farms who risked their lives to provide us with supplies. It seems that driving out the German invaders is also popular. To the matter.

I carefully folded the documents and put them in my briefcase, stepped forward and held Katerina’s cold hands, and said enthusiastically: "Hello, Comrade Katerina, I will introduce myself from me. I am an infantryman. Major General Oshanina, commander of the army..."

Before I finished speaking, there was an exclamation around me: "Oh my God, she is a general, a female general!" "Yes, she is still a military commander! Sisters, it seems that we are joining the Red Army." It's gone..."

I coughed and said loudly: "Women, please be quiet, please be quiet!" When everyone around me stopped talking, I pointed to Kirilov and introduced Katerina: "I'll be here. Let me introduce to you. This is Comrade Kirilov, my military and political commissar."

After listening to my introduction, Katerina immediately greeted Kirilov enthusiastically, and then turned to me and said: "Comrade General. I want to ask you one thing. Two of us are seriously ill. Women who need to be sent to a hospital in the city for treatment immediately. We have brought them here, can we give them a ride?"

I turned my head and glanced at the jeep behind me and the trucks parked a little further away, then turned around and said decisively: "No problem, Comrade Katerina, where are they, bring them here." "Then gave orders to Yushchenko. "Comrade Captain, you personally bring a few soldiers to bring the sick women over and use your truck to take them to the hospital in the city."

After listening to my arrangement, Katerina held my hand tightly, saying thank you again and again. Then she turned around and shouted at her assistant: "Mila, you can go with me too."

The tall Mila walked in front of us. After taking a look at me, she asked Katerina with some embarrassment: "Comrade Vice Committee, how can I go?"

"Go in my car!" Katerina and the others aroused my curiosity, and I wanted to see their village. So I turned to Kirilov and said, "Comrade Political Commissar, you should go to Kirovgrad with the convoy first. I want to visit the Zofia Farm."

I thought Kirilov would stop it. Unexpectedly, after he heard what I said, he just nodded, then shook his head at Mira and said: "Get in the car, comrade women, we need you to be our guide."

As soon as Kirilov’s jeep and several trucks left, I smiled and said to Katerina: "Comrade Katerina, take us to your village."

Hearing what I said, Katerina's face showed a smile. She looked around, and then shouted, "Sisters. Take our comrades back to the village. Let's go!" After speaking, she took my hand and squeezed into the crowd.

Her words are like horns. The women around have dispersed. First, two of them took Yushchenko’s arm, and the others also found their own goals. One or two took a soldier of the guard company and happily headed towards the distant village. Go.

The cold wind blew, lifted the turban on Katerina's head and messed up her hair. At this moment, perhaps because people are refreshed in happy events, she seems very energetic. I looked at her carefully from the side, and found that she was actually not too old, that is, she was in her thirties. She was completely different from the old lady I saw at first sight.

When we came to the village, Katerina pointed to a big wooden house not far away and said to me: "Comrade Commander, the German who was caught by us is locked in that warehouse. I also sent five people. Watching the latest chapter of Night Ranger."

"Are they all women?" I looked at the women walking around me, guessing that there might not be any men in the village, so I asked.

"Yes, Comrade Commander, you are right." Katerina sighed heavily when she said this. "There are no men in the village. After the war broke out, the men all joined the Red Army. After I went, there were only a few old men who couldn't even walk. In this way, when the Germans came to our village to collect food, they killed them all."

"Comrade Commander, look!" Yushchenko squeezed to my side from behind, pointed to the front and said to me in surprise: "Look at the roof, there is a red flag, good fellow, I haven't seen us for a long time. The flag was flying on the building."

I looked in the direction of his fingers and saw a red flag fluttering in the wind on the spire of the big wooden house. He stopped and wanted to ask what happened to Katerina.

Before I could speak, Katerina said: "Comrade Commander, it was just dark yesterday morning, and we heard the sound of guns coming from the direction of the city. It was very loud. I walked to the window. After listening for a while, judging from the voice that came, it was not like a guerrilla, because they couldn't make such a big movement. Our main force must have returned.... "We haven't finished our words. When I arrived at the warehouse door, Sergeant Lazarev, the guard platoon leader, and the five soldiers he brought stood upright outside, beside them stood five people holding turbans and holding German-made rifles. Young girl with vintage shotgun. Seeing our arrival, they are still looking at us curiously.

I walked up to Lazarev and asked, "Comrade sergeant, if I remember correctly, Captain Yushchenko gave you the order. It is from here to take the German prisoners away."

"Yes, Comrade Commander," Lazarev said. I smelled a strong smell of vodka, "The order we received. It is to take the German prisoners back from here."

Smelling the smell of wine wafting from his mouth, I couldn't help frowning, and after taking a step back, I asked, "Why, sergeant, are you drinking?"

Lazarev smiled and replied: "Comrade Commander, it is too cold. The girls took two bottles of wine from home to keep us out of the cold. I took two sips."

"Comrade Commander, it's all my fault." Yushchenko may see that I have a sign of anger, and hastily stepped forward to confess my mistakes to me, "I will put them in confinement later."

"No need." In the current situation, as long as they are not drunk, I don't want to be too harsh on them, so I raised my hand and said disapprovingly: "As long as it doesn't affect the war, it's okay to drink some alcohol. Relationship." I looked at the locked door. I specifically asked Lazarev, "The captive won't run away, right?"

"Comrade commander, don't worry." Lazarev said with a grin: "We just went in for an inspection. The prisoners were all tied firmly to the pillars with twine by the women, and they would never run away."

Hearing his confident answer, I nodded: "Sergeant, before we leave, you and your people will continue to stay here, absolutely not going on any business trips, understand?"

Seeing that I would not punish him for drinking, Lazarev quickly agreed: "Understood, Comrade Commander."

after awhile. We sat in the former village Soviet office, except for a wooden table and a few benches. It can be said to be a family disciple, listen to Katerina. The slightly better things were snatched away by the Germans. Although the room was cold and uncomfortable, I still sat patiently and chatted with Katerina, wanting to learn useful information from her mouth.

"Comrade Commander, I want to ask you," Katerina asked cautiously, seeing that only me, Yushchenko, and a few women who were close to her were left in the room, "Are the Germans right? Will we be defeated?"

This question from her made me feel a little embarrassed. We must know that we can't stay here long, because of the approach of the German army, after a little resistance, we will move to other areas. But at this moment, I couldn't tell the truth to the deputy committee member of the village Soviet who I had known for a short time, so I said vaguely: "Comrade Katerina, we now have two powerful fronts, in the Dnieper River. The other side is fighting fiercely with the German army. Tricky girl demon man Read the full text. Our strength is seven or eight times the strength of the German army. I think our final victory should be not too far away."

After hearing what I said, Katerina turned her head and said excitedly to the women standing next to her: "Have you all heard it? Two fronts, there must be hundreds of thousands of people. It's better to deal with us. Can the much smaller number of Germans still be defeated? Wait, it won’t be long before the fascist invaders throughout Ukraine will be wiped out.” The women heard her saying this and even nodded in agreement.

When Katerina turned around to face me again, I hesitated for a moment, and then carefully asked: "Comrade Katerina, are there any Germans near you?"

"German?" Katerina hesitated for a moment when I asked, and then replied affirmatively: "In a town ten kilometers west of the village, there are Germans stationed, but their strength does not seem to be sufficient. many."

There was a German, Katerina's intelligence in a nearby town, which made Yushchenko nervous. I noticed that he was pulling the corner of my clothes gently beside him, as if he had something to say to me. I smiled at Katerina and said politely: "I want to say a few words to my guard battalion commander." Then I tilted my body to Yushchenko and asked a little displeasedly, "What's the matter?"

"Comrade Commander, we have too few people," Yushchenko said in a low voice, "If the Germans detect it and send troops to rush over, we can't stop them with more than 20 people. ."

"Don't be nervous, I know it in my heart." After saying this to Yushchenko, I sat up straight again and asked Katerina on the opposite side: "Comrade Katerina, one of the villages and towns with Germans. It’s all open land, is there any forest in the middle?"

Although my words were rather cryptic, Katerina understood. She quickly replied: "Comrade Commander, there is an abandoned line of defense two kilometers west of our village. Except for one that is two kilometers long. Outside of the trenches, there are many reinforced concrete bunkers."

"Yes, Comrade Commander." A woman next to Katerina finished speaking and immediately added: "When I went to visit my relatives two weeks ago, I encountered a blizzard and spent time in one of the bunkers. All night. Except for a lot of cobwebs, it is still usable after tidying up."

Hearing what the women said, I secretly applauded. If this fortification is really usable, then I can deploy a force here to slow down the German advance to Kirovgrad.

I chatted with Katerina for more than half an hour to learn more about the situation around the village. At this moment, I heard someone outside asking, "Is Comrade Commander here?"

Hearing this voice, Yushchenko quickly got up from his seat, walked to the door, and asked outside: "The commander is here, where are you from?"

After a while, Yushchenko walked in with two soldiers ~lightnovelpub.net~ The soldier walking on his left carried a submachine gun in front of his chest, and the soldier on the right carried a walkie-talkie behind his back. Before they could speak, I guessed their origins, so I stood up and asked, "Are you the communications soldiers sent by the political commissar?"

"Yes, comrade commander." The soldier carrying the submachine gun raised his hand to salute me and reported: "We are the correspondents of the 22nd Guards Division and are ordered to accept your command. This telegraph operator is from Kazakhstan. of."

The reason why the soldiers emphasized that the telegraph operator who backed the phone was a Kazakh, because Kirilov had specially trained a group of telegraph operators who could speak in an emergency. Because their language is not understood by the Germans, it is even clear. You don’t have to worry about being wiretapped by the German army.

After the radio operator set up the walkie-talkie, I gave him the first order: "Order General Pantaiyev to place the Perskin Tank Battalion and the 2nd Division into the Artillery Battalion, and two powerful combatants. The infantry company is transferred to the Zofia Collective Farm." (To be continued)

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