After reporting to Rokossovsky and Chernyshev, Sokov asked tentatively: "Comrade Commander, Comrade Division Commander, do you allow me to return to the unknown heights now?"
"Comrade Major," Chernyshov called Sokov's new military rank and asked with a smile: "It's rare for you to come back, why don't you stay a little longer?"
"I'm worried that the Germans have suffered a big loss and will retaliate against the unknown heights." Sokov quickly explained: "So I need to rush back immediately."
Rokossovsky nodded and said: "You just attacked the German army's material transfer station last night, causing them to lose a lot of materials. A German general was even dismissed as a result. It is very possible to retaliate against you.
Yeah."
Sokov returned the salute to the two of them, turned around and walked outside. After taking a few steps, he suddenly remembered something important and stopped. Chernyshev saw Sokov stop.
He asked curiously: "Major Sokov, do you have anything else to do?"
"Comrade division commander, I want a batch of military uniforms." Sokov replied: "The clothes on those soldiers who have just been rescued from the prisoner of war camps are already in tatters."
"Comrade Commander," Chernyshev did not immediately agree to Sokov's request. Instead, he turned to Rokossovsky and asked: "Do you think it is possible to give Sokov some money from the army's logistics warehouse?"
Major, will they provide a batch of military uniforms?"
Rokossovsky thought for a while and said, "Okay, I'll ask the logistics department to provide you with a batch of military uniforms." After that, he took out a pen and paper, leaned on the table and quickly wrote a few lines, and wrote those words.
He tore a piece of paper from the book and handed it to Sokov, "Okay, you go to the logistics warehouse to get your military uniform."
Fortunately, when Sokov came to Susinich this time, he also brought a guard squad. After getting Rokossovsky's approval note, he immediately hurried to the logistics warehouse with his men.
The entrance to the logistics warehouse was heavily guarded, and every vehicle that entered or exited was carefully checked by sentries. A second lieutenant standing at the door saw Sokov approaching with several soldiers, and quickly stepped forward to stop them.
On the way out, he said politely: "Comrade Captain, this is an important warehouse area. No one is allowed to enter casually."
Sokov smiled at the second lieutenant and said: "Comrade second lieutenant, I have something urgent to do to find the quartermaster. Can you let me in?"
"Which army are you from?" Hearing that Sokov was looking for a quartermaster, the second lieutenant looked him up and down and found that although this group of people were wearing Soviet uniforms, they were all equipped with German weapons and equipment.
He took a step back, held the submachine gun hanging on his chest, pointed the muzzle of the gun at Sokov intentionally or unintentionally, and asked warily: "Do you have anything to do with the quartermaster?"
Seeing that the second lieutenant was so vigilant, Sokov could only take out the approval note written by Rokossovsky and handed it over: "We are from the Istria Battalion, and I am the battalion commander Soko
My husband, Major, came here to collect supplies on the order of Comrade Commander."
The second lieutenant's right index finger rested on the trigger, and he took the note from Sokov's hand with his left hand. He looked down and saw Rokossovsky's signature on it. Although the second lieutenant's military rank was not high,
As an officer guarding the warehouse, he had seen Rokossovsky's signature many times, and this signature did not look fake at first glance.
After confirming that the other party had indeed come to the warehouse to collect supplies under the commander's order, the second lieutenant released his index finger on the trigger, handed the batch slip back to Sokov, and said with a smile: "Comrade commander, please follow me.
Come on!" He turned around and walked a few steps. When he saw that not only Sokov was following him, but also the soldiers from the guard squad, he stopped and said, "The warehouse is such a big place, so many people can't enter, except for the commander.
Comrade, follow me inside, and the rest of you will wait outside."
Seeing that the second lieutenant was so responsible, Sokov didn't want to embarrass him, so he said to the soldiers in the guard squad: "Just stay outside."
The second lieutenant led Sokov through the gate, and as he walked towards the quartermaster's office, he couldn't help but curiously asked: "Comrade commander, I would like to ask, why are you equipped with German weapons and equipment?"
"Our battalion has never received supplies from our superiors since its establishment." Faced with a curious baby like the second lieutenant, Sokov naturally wanted to satisfy his curiosity. He said with a smile: "We can only obtain supplies from the enemy through seizures.
Get weapons and equipment there to arm yourself.”
The second lieutenant and Sokov were chatting and laughing, and came to a door with the sign "Quartermaster's Office." The second lieutenant asked Sokov to wait a moment, then opened the door and walked in. As soon as the door was opened, Sokov
My husband heard someone shouting inside, as if he was angry at someone.
After a while, the second lieutenant came out and said to Sokov: "Comrade Commander, Comrade Quartermaster are inside. I want to return to the post, so you can go in by yourself." After saying that, he stood at attention.
A salute was given to Sokov.
When Sokov walked into the office, he saw a middle-aged officer without a military cap and a red face, placing the microphone in his hand heavily on the base of the telephone. Sokov saw this of the officer
He immediately guessed that the yelling just now was the officer getting angry at the person on the other end of the phone. When he saw the rank on the other person's collar badge clearly, the lieutenant colonel, he quickly raised his hand and saluted and said: "Hello, comrade lieutenant colonel,
I’m here to collect supplies from you.”
The quartermaster glanced sideways at Sokov and asked impatiently: "Which unit are you from? What supplies do you want to receive? Do you have the signature of a commander above the division level?" After hearing what he said, Sokov quickly repeated
He took out Rokossovsky's approval slip, held it in both hands and handed it to the other party.
The quartermaster snatched the batch slip from Sokov's hand and read it casually. He thought that this young officer wearing the rank of captain must be sent by some division to receive supplies. He wanted to confirm this first
How good is the relationship between teachers and themselves, so as to decide whether to distribute materials to them.
Seeing Rokossovsky's signature on the batch, the quartermaster couldn't help but be stunned. In the past, the people who came with the commander's batch were usually officers above lieutenant colonel, but this time they came with the batch.
The person who came was actually a captain. He was trying to find out what kind of relationship the captain had with Rokossovsky. He asked tentatively: "Comrade Captain, I want to ask about this batch of letters from the commander."
When was the note given to you?"
"About ten minutes ago, at the headquarters of the 11th Guards Division." Sokov said half-truthfully: "When I was reporting to the division commander, Comrade Commander was also there. He asked me what I had
Difficulty, I said that the newly added soldiers lacked military uniforms, so he wrote me this note and asked me to come here to collect the military uniforms."
"How many uniforms are needed?"
Sokov thought to himself that although there were only more than 600 people added this time, there were still many soldiers who were adapted from the guerrillas in the third company without formal military uniforms. After calculating the number silently, he replied:
"Eight hundred sets! In addition to military coats, there are also pullovers, underwear, leather boots, belts..."
"Wait a minute." The quartermaster interrupted Sokov before he could finish his words: "Aren't you a battalion? How come there are so many people, more than an infantry regiment today."
"Our battalion now has thousands of people, responsible for a separate combat direction."
"Four hundred sets." The quartermaster rolled his eyes at Sokov and said reluctantly: "There is not even one more set."
"Seven hundred sets!"
"Five hundred sets."
The quartermaster and Sokov were like vendors in a vegetable market, haggling over how many sets of military uniforms they wanted, and finally the quartermaster reluctantly agreed to provide 600 sets of military uniforms.
After the quartermaster called to arrange for someone to load the truck, Sokov said to him again: "Comrade Lieutenant Colonel, I almost forgot, we also have a company of female soldiers there. Can you provide them with soap?"
The quartermaster asked dissatisfiedly: "How many people are there?"
Although the female soldier company has been reduced several times and now has less than fifty people left, Sokov still said shamelessly: "There are eighty people. I know you are in short supply of soap here, so I don't want too many."
, just give me eighty yuan."
"What? What did you say?" The quartermaster who had just sat down jumped up from his seat when he heard what Sokov said, pointed at Sokov's nose, and said angrily: "Do you know, according to the
According to regulations, the supply of soap is one piece for four people. There are eighty people in the female soldier company, so I will give you twenty yuan at most."
"When I came, the commander said that because female soldiers are different from male soldiers, the supply of soap cannot be based on the four-person-one-piece standard." Sokov said without blushing: "He said it should be changed to three.
They will be distributed at the rate of two yuan per person.”
The quartermaster picked up the approval slip on the table, read it carefully, and asked, "Why is there nothing written on it?"
"Comrade Commander suddenly thought of it when I was about to leave with the approval slip." Sokov said, picked up the phone receiver and handed it to the quartermaster: "If you don't believe it, you can call him and ask him in person.
"
Sokov's lie frightened the quartermaster. He sighed and said helplessly: "Since it is Comrade Commander who said it, I will give you forty yuan based on the standard of one for two people."
After Sokov took the wooden box containing forty bars of soap from the quartermaster's hand, he suddenly remembered something: "By the way, Comrade Lieutenant Colonel, there is one more thing, I almost forgot."
"What, is there anything else?" Hearing what Sokov said, the quartermaster almost burst into tears and said angrily: "You might as well move all the supplies in the warehouse to your camp."
"Hahaha," Sokov laughed dryly and said to the quartermaster: "Comrade Lieutenant Colonel, the situation is like this. Comrade Commander has promoted all the commanders in our battalion to military ranks. For example, I was promoted
He is a major, but he still wears the rank of captain. So I would like to receive a batch of military ranks from you."
Hearing that Sokov only wanted the military rank, the quartermaster secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said to himself, you can have as many items as you want. Even if you want the military rank of a general, I can give you one as a friendly gift. So he readily agreed: "No problem.
, you give me an accurate number and I will prepare it for you right away."
When all the military uniforms were loaded into the truck, the quartermaster sent Sokov to the door like a plague. When he saw the other party getting on the truck carrying the military uniforms, he smiled and waved, and said politely: "Sokov
Major, you are welcome to come again!" In fact, he was thinking in his heart: It is best not to appear in front of me again in this life!
This chapter has been completed!