After reporting to Rokosovsky and Chernesov, Sokov asked tentatively: "Comrade Commander, Comrade Commander, are you allowed to return to the nameless highland now?"
"Gay Major," Chernesov called Sokov's new military rank and asked with a smile: "You can come back once, why don't you stay for a while?"
"I'm worried that the Germans will suffer a great loss and will retaliate against the nameless highlands." Sokov quickly explained, "So I need to rush back immediately."
Rokosovsky nodded and said, "You just attacked the German materiel transfer station last night, causing them to lose a lot of supplies. There was even a German general who was dismissed from office. It is very possible to retaliate against you."
Sokov returned a salute to the two of them, turned around and walked outside. As soon as he took a few steps, he suddenly remembered an important thing and stopped. Seeing Sokov stopped, Chernesov asked curiously: "Major Sokov, do you have anything else?"
"Comrade Commander, I want a batch of military uniforms." Sokov replied: "The clothes on those soldiers who had just been rescued from the prisoner-of-war camp have long been ragged."
"Comrade Commander," Cherneshov did not immediately agree to Sokov's request, but turned his head and asked Rokosovsky: "Look, can you provide Major Sokov and others with a batch of military uniforms from the army logistics warehouse?"
Rokosovsky thought for a moment and said, "Okay, I'll ask the logistics department to provide you with a batch of military uniforms." After that, he took out the paper and pen, leaned down on the table and quickly wrote a few lines of words, tore off the paper from the notebook, and handed it to Sokov, "Okay, you go to the logistics warehouse to get the military uniform."
Fortunately, Sokov came to Suxinic this time and brought a guard squad. After getting Rokosovsky's approval note, he immediately hurried to the logistics warehouse with his subordinates.
The door of the logistics warehouse was heavily guarded, and every vehicle entering and leaving the sentry had to conduct a careful inspection. A second lieutenant standing at the door saw Sokov coming over with several soldiers, and hurried forward to block their way and said politely: "Comrade Captain, this is the main area of ​​the warehouse, and idle people are not allowed to enter casually."
Sokov smiled at the lieutenant and said, "Comrade lieutenant, I have an urgent matter to find the quarantine officer. Can you let me in?"
"Which unit are you from?" Hearing that Sokov was looking for the quarantine officer, the second lieutenant looked him up and down, and found that although the group of people were wearing Soviet uniforms, they were equipped with all kinds of German equipment. So he took a step back, held the submachine gun hanging on his chest, and pointed the muzzle at Sokov intentionally or unintentionally, and asked vigilantly: "Is there anything to find the quarantine officer?"
Seeing that the lieutenant was so vigilant, Sokov could only take out the note written by Rokosovsky and handed it over: "We are from the Istrian Battalion, and I am the battalion commander Major Sokov. On the order of the commander, I came here to collect supplies."
The second lieutenant put his index finger on the trigger, took the note from Sokov's hand with his left hand, looked down and saw that Rokosovsky's signature was flying and flying. Although the second lieutenant's rank was not high, as an officer guarding the warehouse, he had seen Rokosovsky's signature many times, and this signature did not look fake at first glance.
After confirming that the other party was indeed at the commander's order to collect supplies from the warehouse, the lieutenant let go of the index finger that was pulling the trigger, handed the note back to Sokov, and said with a smile: "Comrade Commander, please come with me!" He turned around and walked a few steps. Seeing that not only Sokov followed, but even the soldiers of the guard squad followed, he stopped and said, "The warehouse is in the important place, so many people cannot enter. Except for the commander, the rest should be waiting outside."
Seeing that the lieutenant was so responsible, Sokov didn't want to make things difficult for him, so he said to the soldiers of the guard squad: "You just stay outside."
The second lieutenant took Sokov into the gate and walked towards the quarconian officer's office. He couldn't help but ask curiously: "Comrade Commander, I want to ask, why are all equipped with German equipment?"
"Our battalion has not received supplies from its superiors since its establishment." Faced with a curious baby like the second lieutenant, Sokov naturally wanted to satisfy his curiosity. He smiled and said, "We can only arm ourselves by seizing and obtaining weapons and equipment from the enemy."
The lieutenant and Sokov were joking and came to the door with a sign with the "Military Office" hanging. The lieutenant asked Sokov to wait for a moment, then pushed open the door and walked in. As soon as the door was pushed open, Sokov heard someone screaming inside, as if he was getting angry at someone.
After a while, the lieutenant came out and said to Sokov: "Comrade Commander, Comrade Quartermaster is inside. I want to return to the post, so you can go in by yourself." After that, he stood at attention and bowed to Sokov.
When Sokov walked into the office, he saw a middle-aged officer with no military cap and a red face, putting the microphone in his hand heavily on the base of the telephone. Seeing the officer's actions, Sokov immediately guessed that the yelling was just now. It was the officer who was angry at the person on the other end of the phone. When he saw the rank of the other party's seal, he quickly raised his hand and said, "Hello, comrade Lieutenant Colonel, I came to you to collect supplies."
The quartermaster looked at Sokov with a slanted eye and asked impatiently: "Which unit do you belong to? What materials do you want to receive? Do you have any signatures from commanders above the division level?" Sokov heard him say this, and quickly took out Rokosovsky's note again, held it with both hands and handed it to the other party.
The quartermaster snatched the note from Sokov and looked at it casually. He thought that the young officer wearing the rank of captain must have sent him to collect supplies. He wanted to confirm the relationship between the division and him first so that he could decide whether to distribute supplies to them.
Seeing that Rokosovsky's signature was on the note, the quarconian was stunned. You should know that in the past, the people who came with the commander's approval were usually officers above the lieutenant colonel, and this time the person who came with the note was actually a captain officer. He tried to figure out what kind of friendship the captain and Rokosovsky had. He asked tentatively: "Comrade Captain, I want to ask, when did the commander's approval be given to you?"
"It was about ten minutes ago in the division headquarters of the 11th Guard Division." Sokov said half-truely: "When I reported to the division commander, the commander was there. He asked me what difficulties he had. 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 military uniforms are needed?”
Sokov thought to himself that although only more than 600 people were added this time, many of the soldiers adapted from the guerrillas in the Third Company had no 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, and belts..."
"Wait a minute." The quartermaster interrupted Sokov before he could finish his speech: "Aren't you the same battalion? Why are there so many people, such as a large number of infantry regiments today."
"Our battalion now has thousands of people, responsible for a separate combat direction."
"Four hundred sets." The quartermaster gave Sokov a blank look and said reluctantly: "No more sets."
"Seven hundred sets!"
"Five hundred sets."
The Quartermaster and Sokov were like hawkers in the vegetable market. They bargained there for a few sets of military uniforms. In the end, the Quartermaster and Sokov reluctantly agreed to provide 600 sets of military uniforms.
After the quarantine officer called to arrange for people to load the car, Sokov said to him again: "Comrade Lieutenant Colonel, I almost forgot that there is a female soldier company in our place. Can you provide them with soap?"
The quartermaster asked dissatisfiedly: "How many people are there?"
Although the female soldier company has lost several times and now there are less than fifty people left, Sokov still said with shamelessness: "There are eighty people. I know that the soap here is relatively scarce, so I don't want too much, just give me eighty dollars."
"What? What did you say?" The quartermaster who had just sat down immediately jumped out of his seat after hearing Sokov's words, pointed at Sokov's nose and said angrily: "Do you know that according to regulations, the supply of soap is four people. There are eighty people in the female soldier company, and I will give you at most twenty dollars."
"When I came, the commander said that because female soldiers are different from male soldiers, the supply of soap cannot be based on the standard of four people per piece." Sokov said without blushing, "He said it should be changed to the standard of three people per piece."
The quartermaster picked up the note on the table, looked carefully, and asked, "Why didn't it be written on it?"
"It was the commander's sudden thought when I was leaving with the note." Sokov said, picked up the phone and microphone and handed it to the quartermaster: "If you don't believe it, you can call him in person."
Sokov's lies scared the quarantine. He sighed and said helplessly: "Since it was said by the commander, I will give you forty dollars according to the standard of two people."
After Sokov took the wooden box containing forty pieces of soap from the quarantine, he suddenly remembered another thing: "By the way, comrade Lieutenant Colonel, there is another thing that I almost forgot."
"What, there is still something?" Hearing Sokov say this, the quarantine officer 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, this is the case. Comrade Commander has promoted all the commanders in our battalion. For example, I was promoted to major, but I still wear the rank of captain. So I want to get a batch of ranks from you."
When he heard that Sokov had only military ranks, the quarantine officer secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he wanted as much as the thing, even if you wanted the general's rank, I could give you a pair of them. So he agreed readily: "No problem, give me an accurate number, I will prepare it for you right away."
Chapter completed!