Struggle in Soviet Russia

In line with Victor’s conjecture, Makitin is indeed not a wine bag. The station he chose for the front army command is not in the city of Vyazma, but in the outer suburbs of the city called Kraslia. Save the village.

After the war mobilization, most of the villagers in this village have been transferred, and most of the remaining are elderly people who are not afraid of death, or have other ideas in their hearts. Now the war is tight and no one cares. Deserving of them.

Through the map and field observation, Victor found that this place was chosen really well. The village is eight kilometers away from the city, and four kilometers south of the village is the Ugra River Bend. In case of danger, the headquarters can choose to send to Mozhai. Retreat in the direction of Sk, or you can choose to cross the Ugra River, retreat in the direction of Yukhnov, and join the Fifth Army assembled there.

The Ugra River should be regarded as a tributary of the middle section of the Oka River. It winds from the direction of Yelnya until it merges into the Oka River near Kaluga. The entire section of the river appears in the southwest of Vyazma. A few" shaped big river bay. It is precisely because of the existence of this big river that the water flow in the Vyazma section is turbulent.

The jungle seems to be the main theme of the terrain in the vast territory of the Soviet Union. The long-named Kraslyasave village is located on the periphery of a large jungle. The Ugra River passes through this vast jungle like a sharp blade pierced into it. The green canvas divides it into two.

At dusk, the rain ceased for a while, and a bright red glow appeared in the western sky, and the late sunset, almost stubbornly projecting a touch of golden light from the cascading dark clouds, making the sky as magnificent as a scroll all day.

With heavy mud on his feet, Victor climbed up the embankment of the Ugra River full of wildflowers. In the channel below the embankment, a group of naked soldiers were playing in the muddy water. And on another river only twenty or thirty meters away, six or seven female soldiers are also playing in the water. For those who are on the verge of death all day long, the so-called defense between men and women is rarely considered.

Reborn in this world for a few years, Victor discovered that Russians are not as dirty and sloppy as some people say. At least most of these soldiers are more clean. As long as they have the opportunity, they will create conditions to take a bath or something. of.

Valenka followed Victor closely. He was not in charge of guard work, he was simply worried that Victor would slip and fall or something.

Looking from the riverbank, one can see that there are figures shaking in the jungle, and on the outskirts of the jungle, more than a dozen soldiers are dragging an anti-aircraft gun. At the same time, there is a city defense force fortifying in the nearby jungle.

Victor took a short walk on the embankment. Just as the sky was getting dark, a large area of ​​galloping black spots appeared in the field of vision in the northwest direction. Observe with a telescope. These black spots were all Soviet cavalry. , If nothing happens, this should be the cavalry company directly under the front army command.

Seeing the galloping cavalry brigade, Victor frowned disapprovingly. Behind today's front, there is always a German infiltration squad in action, and the cavalry company directly under the front army is in the process of rapid marching without even a sentry. Arrangement, this is really careless.

Stepping on the mud and down the river bank, Victor returned directly to the village. When he entered the village, the soldiers of the cavalry company had already scattered around the village. Next, they needed to spread out within three to five kilometers around the village. Reconnaissance to ensure the safety of the command post.

After the cavalry company appeared, it took about ten minutes before the convoy of the front army headquarters appeared outside the village. With the official arrival of the headquarters, the whole village suddenly became noisy.

A front army command is not as simple as a dozen people. A front army command with only a dozen people is a "forward command", that is, a temporary command. A director of artillery can support such a temporary command. And those who moved here today belonged to the official command of Marshal Timuxin, the staff team, the communication team, the logistics support team, etc., plus almost one regiment.

So many people entered the village one after another, and most of them could not be allocated temporary barracks, so they could only set up tents in the jungle.

When the large group entered the village, Victor saw Timothy. He was walking with a man with a square face and a gray Lenin costume. If he guessed correctly, the man with a square face was Burr, a military commissar of the front army. Ganin.

In addition to these two people, he also saw Soklovsky, Chief of Staff of the Front Army with deep eye sockets, Letesev, Director of the Political Department of the Front Army, and Marankin, Director of the Operations Department of the Front Army. Lieutenant General Erkin did not appear here, it is estimated that he has a mission.

The command post arranged by Ma Jijing for the front army headquarters is located in the only mill in the village—ha, the Soviet Red Army likes mills, and Victor can only think so.

These big figures who commanded hundreds of thousands of battles went straight to the mill as soon as they entered the village. As for the party and government officials in Smolensk and Vyazma, they greeted Timoshenko together. No opportunity was found.

Victor thought that he would not find a chance to meet Timoshing first. As a result, he waited for less than ten minutes when an orderly came to inform him that it was Comrade Commander who asked him to go over immediately.

There was nothing to say, and Victor immediately followed the orderly to the mill.

The atmosphere in the mill was a bit solemn. Two dozen people gathered on the big table made of round wood only not long ago, silently looking at the equally big map on the table.

"Comrade Semyon Konstantinovich, representative of the West of the People’s Committee of the Interior, Victor Viktorovich..." Walking into the mill from the outside, Victor saw Timosin frowning and silent. Brother, he stood up straight, made a military salute, and said loudly.

Timoshenko is a member of the People's Committee of National Defense, and any of his positions are not worth seeing in front of this title. Therefore, Victor used "Comrade Committee" as the suffix of his name.

"Comrade Victor, tell me, where is my 3rd Cavalry Corps?" Before he could finish talking, Timoshenko interrupted him directly and asked bluntly, "The front army command has lost contact with them. It's been nearly two days, I want to know where they are."

"Comrade Reporter," Victor thought with a frown, then looked at his watch and said loudly, "About six hours ago, we had received information from the direction of the Meza River. Osuga Railway Station contacted General Dovator’s command and confirmed that they would move in the direction of Volokoramsk."

Hearing his return, Brother Timo Xin's eyes lit up, and then a group of people bowed their heads and searched on the map. Soon, they found this railway station 30 kilometers south of Lezhev.

Timoshenko sighed, and then continued to ask without looking up: "Comrade Viktor Viktorovich Tarashev, please tell me again, where is the 316th Division of the Front Army Reserve now? "

"General Panfilov’s troops arrived at the Ruzhasa river ferry at four in the morning today," Victor thought for a while, but replied a few seconds later, "because the bridge of the ferry has been blown up by the German infiltration squad. They should still be waiting for the pontoon bridge troops to repair the bridge."

Speaking of this, he looked at his watch again and continued: “According to intelligence, the Pontoon Bridge Unit nearest to General Panfilov’s headquarters is the 173rd Engineering Corps commanded by Major Tumankov. At the time, the location of this force was in the village of Nalyanur, 30 kilometers away from the ferry. Considering the itinerary and the time required to repair the bridge, if nothing happens, General Panfilov’s mission should have been completed. Work across the river."

There were whispers in the mill, and it was obvious that someone was surprised by Victor's performance.

"Where is the 53rd Division of Melnik's Cavalry?" This question was raised by Bulganin. He seemed to be very interested in Victor and always looked at him with his eyes.

"Staritsa," Victor replied simply, "at least 12 hours ago, they were still in Staritsa for rest. General Melnik’s troops lacked ammunition supplies. They were sent to each other at 9 o’clock in the morning and 3 o’clock in the afternoon yesterday. The front army command issued a report requesting the supply of logistical supplies."

"Very good, Comrade Viktor Viktorovich Tarashev," Timoshenko had already referred to Victor by his full name for the second time. He threw a punch on the map excitedly and said, "We need It is an intelligence officer like you, yes, we need a pair of eyes like you..."

Speaking of this, he seemed to think of something, and turned to Bulganin and said: "Nikola, please report to the Supreme Command. We need to place Comrade Victor and his communications command center under the command of the front army."

After a pause, he added: "From Comrade Victor, I finally feel the contribution of the NKVD to winning this war."

"I'm afraid Comrade Lavrenji won't let us do what we want," Bulganin laughed. "I think I can imagine his gloomy face right now."

"It's not for him to make the decision alone," Temusin waved his hand and said, "All for the war, all for the win!"

Should you add "Oye" at the end?

Victor's heart was about to scold his mother. He didn't want to run around with the front army command. Although the danger was not high, compared with his previous hiding in the rear, his risk factor was not an order of magnitude.