Struggle in Soviet Russia

When Sokolovsky came back, it was already ten minutes later. When he appeared in the command post, the expression on his face was not good. He brought Zhukov with bad news-because the communication was interrupted. Because of this, they were not able to reconnect with the radar station last night. In other words, even if there are orders, they can’t be communicated at all.

As for when communications can be restored, it depends on their luck, especially the weather.

At the same time, Sokolovsky also brought back another piece of news that was not very good. The 71st infantry brigade mentioned in the telegram was not a complete unit. They gathered some in the process of retreating. The retreating troops and soldiers were reorganized. The original commander of the 71st Infantry Brigade and most of the staff team have been sacrificed during the breakout process. Currently, the leader of that unit is a national security major.

Of course, Sokolovsky also introduced Victor's situation along the way. To be honest, when he heard the name again, he really felt a little emotional. In the past ten days, he always thought that Victor was already Sacrificed, or already captured by the Germans, but who would have thought that this guy had escaped and appeared in a very critical position with a troop.

In the face of such a situation, Zhukov has no choice. He can only hope that his luck will be better, at least to contact this unit as soon as possible, regardless of their combat effectiveness, at least to delay the advancement of the German army.

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In the early morning, thick fog filled the jungle at the edge of the swamp belt, and the mist surging among the shadows of the trees with the breeze, setting off the entire lush forest like a fairyland.

A tiger-patterned shrike flew out of the nest and stopped on a dry tree branch. While looking curiously at the sleeping people on the woodland, it uttered a crisp trembling call. This ferocious little guy was reminding the tree. Those guys, don't invade its territory at will.

In some rudimentary tents, Victor let go of his hand on the back of Safina's head, and watched the understanding woman lift her head from her crotch. While eating and laughing at herself, Victor moved her throat and put her mouth in her mouth. When you swallow the things, there is an urge to never leave here.

However, that is obviously impossible. This tent does not belong to him, but to Safina. In this team of thousands of people, only a few female medical soldiers including Safina have their own. The tent, the others, including Victor, have been sleeping in the open.

Although his private life was corrupt, Victor always had to pay attention to some of the most basic influences. He had to leave the camp before the people in the camp woke up.

Lying on the ground and panting for a while, Victor got up and put on his clothes. Before leaving, he got tired with Safina for a while before he got out from behind the tent.

The jungle in the early morning is very humid. During walking, you only need to walk a few steps and the pants will be soaked with dew. Therefore, when Victor reappears in the camp, his pants are already soaked.

Returning to the small house built of logs, Andre Shao-corrected sitting on a stone and eating breakfast. The breakfast is very simple, it is a hard sensuality plus a wild vegetable soup. Today's conditions are just like this, there is no need to pay attention to it.

A signal soldier was still insisting on contacting Moscow, and his beeping voice was distracting.

Although knowing that communication has not been restored, Victor couldn't help but ask: "How is the situation?"

Major Andre shook his head, and then pushed another wooden plate on his side to motion him to eat something.

"You go and rest for a while, I'll stare here," Victor said, sitting across from him, bringing the wooden plate over.

Major Andre stayed here all night last night so that he could react immediately after establishing contact with Moscow.

Major Andre nodded. He was indeed a little tired. After so many days of walking through the jungle, and staying up again last night, no one could stand it.

When Major Andre left the wooden house, Victor ate the jerky from the plate. It was unpalatable. Not only was it hard to chew, but it also had an unpleasant stench. But there was no way, he had to get it. Fill your stomach, isn't it?

Nibbled on the dried meat, but Victor's mind was thinking about what happened last night. He has to admit that since he came into this world, he has experienced several women, and among these women, Safina But it was the one that gave him the most enjoyment and satisfaction, so that all night yesterday, he seemed to have forgotten his current situation, just thinking that that wonderful moment could last forever.

Every moment of last night seemed to be imprinted in Victor's mind, so much so that in retrospect, it was still so clear.

After nibbling half a piece of dried meat, Victor moved the log pier under his buttocks and moved it to a position against the wall. He leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes and fell asleep. After a while, he fell asleep—he was actually better than Andre. The major was even more tired. After all, people only stayed up all night. He not only stayed up all night, but also did some physical work.

"Comrade Major, Comrade Major!"

The shout in his ear awakened Victor from his shallow sleep. He opened his eyes suddenly and saw that the correspondent was standing in front of him with a text in his hand.

"Comrade Major, communication has resumed," the signal soldier said quickly when he opened his eyes, "but we did not contact Moscow, but the command of the Western Front, and the command sent us new orders. "

Victor wiped his face and woke up, then sat up straight and reached out to take the text.

The content of the message is relatively simple. It reads: "Comrade Viktor, I hereby order your ministry to proceed immediately towards Kilmanovo, and before 2 o'clock this afternoon, along Kardegger will stand to Noskov. The collective farm completed the defensive deployment on the front line to stop the German forces advancing from the area to Istria. Comrade Major, this is a cruel blocking battle. The German forces you are facing are several times stronger than you, but you must be the front army. Buy time for the deployment of troops for the Soviet Union. Every minute you persist is precious to the Soviet Union. Good luck to you."

The final suffix of the message is: Georgi Konstantinovich Zhukov.

Victor was a little dumbfounded with the telegram in his hand. Titov said last night that once they contact Moscow, they will most likely receive a combat mission immediately. These words are really...

After a long silence, Victor raised his hand and looked at his watch. It was already six o'clock in the morning. If he remembered correctly, Karl Jagger would let the station be nearly 20 kilometers away, which means they Must travel 20 kilometers in eight hours, and also need to dig a good defensive position.

Yes, at this moment, Victor didn't even think about disobeying the order, which also meant death to him.

"Get Major Andrei and Commissioner Titov," Victor said, holding the message in his hand, to the correspondent standing aside.

Soon the two were found, and Major Andre even just fell asleep when he was called out suddenly, and both eyes were full of bloodshot eyes.

Victor did not dare to disobey the order, and neither did the two men. Naturally, they could not explain the current situation to the front army command, such as the lack of equipment, lack of ammunition, lack of rations, lack of heavy weapons, etc., and so on. It's useless.

The three men gathered in the wooden house to discuss the matter of the march and how to deploy the troops after they were in place. After that, they gave the troops an order: eat all the rations and dried meat for breakfast. An hour later, the troops marched to the base in a hurry. Ermanovo.

While the troops were having breakfast, the three gathered up the commanders and political commissars of the lower-level troops and held a short meeting to introduce the orders issued by the front army command and asked everyone to be good soldiers and lower-level commanders. The work of the clerk.

No one, including Victor, knows how many enemies are waiting for them in Kilmanovo, but since the Front Command says that the enemy is several times greater than them, the situation is not so optimistic. In addition, the front army headquarters did not say how long they will be allowed to hold on, only that every minute they hold on is very important to the Soviet Union. The hidden meaning in this statement is that they have to stay there until All died in battle or captured.

This is a combat mission with no return, and the result is the same for everyone in the current 71st Infantry Brigade.

As a military commissar of the brigade, Titov did not conceal anything. He made this point very clear. He even told everyone that he could tell every soldier and lower-level commander this fact. For those wounded and non-Bolsheviks Party members, non-communal youth league members, and people without weapons can choose to stay with the seriously wounded, or they can move to Mozhaisk.

But to Victor's surprise, none of the lieutenants who came to the meeting expressed opposition, and they accepted the task silently. Later, when the troops set off, apart from a dozen severely wounded and the medical soldiers and lightly wounded who took care of them, there were 5,677 people in the whole team. No one chose to quit alone, even if it was so lacking in weapons. people.

When accompanied by this troop silently marching in the jungle, Victor suddenly had an understanding that despite the huge losses suffered at the beginning of the war, this troop called the "Red Army" is rapidly becoming mature. They may still be lacking in tactics, quality, and so on. Compared with the enemy's German army, there may still be some gaps, but at least in terms of combat will, they are no longer weaker than anyone. It is not necessarily an honor to be able to command such a force, even if it is killed in battle.