"Who is your superior? Is it Major Yakov?" Sokov remembered that the other party once mentioned that his immediate boss was Yakov, and he hurriedly said: "Yakov and I are old friends. If I propose to let you stay in Mamayev, he will definitely agree."
When Valman heard Sokov say this, he knew that the other party was not talking casually, but really wanted to leave himself in Mamayev. The expression on his face became relaxed: "Since that's the case, I'll thank you first!"
"By the way, where is Yakov?" Sokov turned his head and looked at Vitkov and said, "Didn't he say he was going to Kamisin personally to deal with the detention of the rocket by the Ministry of Internal Affairs? Why didn't he come back with you?"
"It's like this. In order to avoid being bombed by German planes, the trains departed from Moscow only set out after dark and it will take midnight to reach Kamisin." Valman explained to Sokov: "But he heard that the matter had been resolved, so he canceled the trip and just told me to continue escorting the rockets to Mamayev hill."
Sokov was somewhat disappointed when he learned that Yakov would not come to Mamayev again, but since he had decided to keep Valman, the matter must be left unresolved. He ordered Sidolin: "Chief of Staff, immediately send a message to Major Yakov, saying that because our brigade lacks a commander with combat experience, he hopes that he can agree to Captain Valman staying to strengthen the grassroots command of our brigade."
"I understand, I'll send a telegram immediately." After Sokov finished speaking, Sidorin immediately agreed readily. After looking at Valman with a smile, he quickly walked towards the radio operator, preparing to let the other party send a newspaper to Moscow and leave Valman in his army.
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The sixty soldiers of the team were ordered to gather at the foot of the Mamayevgang. They waited for half an hour in the cold wind, but they didn't know where their superiors called them to come here. Many people were whispering and whispering.
Someone asked, "Hey, do you know what the superiors called us here for?"
"I don't know!" Someone immediately replied: "We have been drinking here for more than half an hour of northwest wind, and we haven't seen any commander come out."
"Hey, are you going to the enemy's back?"
"Yes, according to the plan, we should set out to the enemy's backbone as soon as it gets dark, but who knew we were called here. Are you going to the enemy's backbone?"
"Yes, yes, the battalion commander drew us out and formed a small team, saying that he would go to the enemy's back to engage in a raid war. Unexpectedly, he was ready, but suddenly he notified that he would not leave for the time being, and he even gathered us when we saw this place."
"Stop talking," as everyone was talking, I suddenly heard an officer lowering his voice to stop everyone: "A commander has come out, listen to what he says to us."
The soldiers looked at the exit of the tunnel, and they saw a group of people coming out from inside. There were more than a dozen soldiers with live ammunition in front of them, followed by three officers, one colonel, one lieutenant colonel, and one was the captain. In the middle was the lieutenant colonel. Someone was sharp-eyed and recognized the lieutenant colonel as Sokov, and couldn't help but exclaim: "Isn't that Sokov brigade commander? His injuries have healed?"
"Yes, it's indeed the brigade commander." The other soldiers quickly recognized Sokov and suddenly realized: "No wonder we had to disguise ourselves as German troops and go to the rear of the enemy to carry out destruction. It turned out that the brigade commander would return to the command post again."
A newly joined soldier, seeing the excited expression that everyone showed after seeing the officer who had walked out, couldn't help but ask the people around him in a strange way: "Who can tell me which brigade commander is?"
The soldier next to him pointed at the entrance of the tunnel with his hands and said, "Here, it's the lieutenant colonel walking in the middle, he is the brigade commander Lieutenant Colonel Sokov."
"Is he very good in command?" the soldier asked curiously: "I was extremely excited when you saw him appear."
"Of course it's amazing!" The person next to him said proudly: "Under his command, we have never lost any battles. We can achieve the greatest victory at the smallest price every time. If he hadn't left the command post recently because of injury, the casualties of the troops would definitely be half less."
When Sokov came to the front of the team, the entire team had already quieted down, and everyone saluted him and moved with his movement. Sokov raised his hand and saluted the soldiers, and then said loudly: "Hello, comrades!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a uniform voice came from the team: "Hello brigade commander!"
Sokov nodded with satisfaction and continued, "Comrades, according to the initial plan, you should set out after dark, but I ordered the departure time to be delayed. Do you know the reason?"
No one spoke in the team, and everyone stared at Sokov intently, waiting for him to give an answer he wanted to know.
"Two days ago, Captain Goria of the 192nd Battalion led a team deep into the enemy's backbone and used the new rockets prepared by the superiors to destroy an enemy's regiment headquarters and hundreds of garrison troops." As soon as Sokov said this, he couldn't help but raise his voice: "This is an amazing victory!"
Captain Goria led a team to destroy the German regiment headquarters with rockets. Except for the commander of the brigade command, only the soldiers of the 192nd Battalion knew about it, and the soldiers of the other battalions were not aware of it. At this moment, when he heard Sokov say this, he couldn't help but exclaim in unison and began to sigh below.
In the squad of the 192nd Battalion, Sergeant Taflin and Gunner Minishki, who participated in this night attack, could not help but say proudly: "Yes, we are going to carry out this mission with the battalion commander. I saw with my own eyes that the village where the enemy regiment was located was blown into a sea of ​​fire by rockets, and none of the enemies inside could escape."
While the soldiers were talking, Sokov did not speak and deliberately kept silent. After the team calmed down again, he spoke: "Comrades, I can tell you now that the reason why the Brigade Department delayed your departure time is because the superiors are about to send us a batch of new rockets. After each of your teams brings this new rocket, they can attack the enemy's barracks, warehouses, commands and transportation lines from afar without worrying about being besieged by the enemy, thus greatly increasing the chances of the team's survival behind the enemy."
When they learned that Sokov delayed the departure time of the troops in order to equip everyone with new rockets, the soldiers present couldn't help but shout: "Ula!Ula!!Ula!!!"
Sokov raised his hand and pressed down, which made the team quiet again, and said, "Comrades, although the superiors have added a large number of rockets to us this time, considering that your weight-bearing capacity is limited, each team can only divide ten rockets..."
"Comrade Brigade Commander," before Sokov finished speaking, Tavlin, who was standing in the first batch, shouted loudly: "We have the ability to carry more rockets."
Sokov walked to Tavlin and saw a brand new medal hanging on his chest. He asked with interest: "Comrade Warrior, if I was not wrong, you should have followed Captain Goria to carry out the mission of sneak attacking the German army, right?"
"Yes, comrade comrade commander." Tavlin pointed at the medal on his chest and said proudly: "This medal was obtained because of the battle that night."
"Comrade Sergeant, what's your name?" Sokov asked.
"My name is Tifflin," Taftlin replied excitedly when he heard Sokov ask his name: "I am a squad leader of the 192nd Battalion."
"Sergeant Taflin," Sokov looked at the medium-sized sergeant and called his name and military rank, "You must know that each rocket weighs 18.8 kilograms. Even if you only provide ten for each squad, you still need ten soldiers to carry it. Even if you give you more, you can't take it away."
"Comrade Brigade Commander, please rest assured." Tavlin patted his chest and promised: "Don't think I'm not tall, it should be no problem to carry two. And there are still soldiers in our squad who can carry three or four."
As soon as Taflin finished speaking, the soldiers of the 192nd Battalion team echoed: "That's right, comrade comrade, we can carry two or three, so you can give us more." Seeing that the soldiers of the 192nd Battalion asked Sokov, hoping to get more rockets. The other teams did not dare to show weakness, and made the same request to Sokov.
Seeing the soldiers' enthusiasm so high, Vetkov walked to Sokov, approached his ear, and whispered: "Since everyone hopes to get more rockets, just promise them."
"No, comrade of the deputy brigade commander." Sokov immediately denied Vitkov's proposal: "I don't deny that the soldiers have the ability to carry more rockets, but if they carry too many, it will inevitably affect their marching speed. Once they are entangled by the enemy, it will not be easy to escape. Also, if they take too many rockets, the number of staying in Mamayev's hill will be greatly reduced, which is not good for our defense."
Hearing Sokov said this, Vitkov no longer insisted on his opinion, but said embarrassedly: "Comrade Brigade Commander, since you are the commander of the brigade, you have the final say on how to allocate."
After Vitkov finished his statement, Sokov raised his hand and pressed down hard. When the soldiers did not speak, he continued: "Comrades, I understand everyone's mood. I also hope that you can carry more rockets to the enemy's back and tortuously turn the enemy's rear." At this point, he deliberately paused for a moment to observe the soldiers' expressions. Seeing that everyone's eyes were on him, he added, "carrying too many rockets will inevitably affect your marching speed, which may bring you danger. Also, the number of rockets that the superiors have supplemented us is limited. If you take too many, the number of rockets that the troops who are sticking to Mamayev's hills can use will be reduced..."
Sokov's words calmed down. Just now, I just thought about how to bring more rockets to the enemy's rear to carry out damage, but I forgot that my comrades who were standing on Mamayev's hill also needed these rockets; and more importantly, because of the weight of rockets, if they carry too many, it will definitely affect the speed of the marching. Once they encounter the enemy, it will be difficult to get out quickly.
Chapter completed!