After Sokov finished calling, he saw the face of the radio operator sitting beside him covered in blood, and quickly said to him with concern: "Comrade Radio operator, you are injured, hurry up and go to the basement to bandage it."
"Comrade Brigade Commander," the radio operator looked at Sokov and asked worriedly, "If I leave, how can you contact the outside world?"
"This is my business, you don't have to worry." Sokov held him up without saying a word, pushed him to the entrance to the basement, and continued, "Your first priority now is to bandage the wound."
After the radio operator left, Sokov sat on the pile of rubble and looked up at the Soviet-German Air Force, which was still fighting in the air. He thought to himself: Did he have a little too much today? First, the tanks attacked the enemy's regiment command, then the air force and the enemy competed for air supremacy, and then repelled the enemy's attack in the factory. Such a huge movement really won't arouse Paulus' vigilance and suspicion?
Sokov checked the radio station and found that it was not blown up. He wanted to contact Raisha or Khostnikov, but he fiddled with it for a long time but didn't know how to use it. Just as he stared at him, he suddenly heard a familiar voice: "Misha, Misha, where are you?"
Hearing that Asia was calling herself, Sokov quickly stood up and shouted in the direction of the voice: "Asia, I'm here."
Asia saw clearly where Sokov was, walked over quickly, and said in a reproachful tone: "Misha, you are injured, why don't you come and bandage it? If I hadn't heard from the operator, I wouldn't know."
Seeing that Asia cared about him so much, Sokov smirked twice, and reached out to touch his forehead. As soon as he raised his hand, Asia grabbed him: "How can you use your hands? Your hands are so dirty that you will get infected if you touch the wound." As he said that, he reached out and took off the helmet on Sokov's head, cleaned the wound with alcohol, and then wrapped it carefully in gauze. He reminded him: "Don't get watered in the wound these two days, it's just some skin trauma, and it will be cured in a few days."
After saying that, Asia put the rest back into the medicine box, stood up, leaned over and kissed Sokov on the face, and said softly: "Dear, I'm going to take care of the wounded, you should pay more attention to safety."
"I know." Sokov nodded and said to Asia with a smile: "There are so many wounded people, and you and the several health workers in the factory to take care of you. You should pay more attention to your health and don't get tired."
Shortly after Asia left, Brisky hurried over, and he ran and shouted, "Comrade Brigade Commander, where are you? Comrade Brigade Commander, where are you?"
"I'm here!" Sokov stood up and shouted at him.
Brisky ran over when he heard the sound, saw the bandage wrapped around Sokov's head, and asked in surprise: "Comrade Brigade Commander, why are you injured?"
"A bomb dropped by the enemy plane exploded not far away, and the splashed bricks and stones hit my head." Sokov said as he put his helmet on his head and asked, "Is there anything wrong?"
"Comrade Brigade Commander," Brisky's expression became serious: "In today's battle, 25 people were sacrificed and 41 injured in my battalion. There are only less than 80 soldiers who can continue fighting. Once the German army launches an attack of this scale, I worry that we will not be able to defend our position."
Sokov knew that the number of people Brisky mentioned did not include the militia in the assembly workshop. Although these people were very brave on the battlefield, they had not undergone special military training and had no combat experience, and their combat effectiveness was almost negligible. Without the help of the regular army, the Germans only needed a charge like that just now, which was enough to break through their defensive positions.
He raised his hand and patted Brisky on the shoulder twice, comforting him and said, "Don't worry, Comrade Captain, before the battle began, I contacted Mamayevgang and asked them to send a battalion to support us."
"Send the first battalion to support us?" Brisky couldn't help but lit up when he heard this, and then said excitedly: "Comrade Brigade Commander, the first battalion has the largest number of troops in the entire brigade, and there are about 600 people. With their support, I believe there should be no problem in defending the assembly workshop."
Although Sokov had a smile on his face, he was bleeding in his heart. He was ordered to lead the Fourth Battalion to defend the factory. As a result, two-thirds of the troops were injured and killed in just a few days. When the First Battalion came here, it was estimated that it would be wiped out in a few days.
Brisky noticed the strangeness on Sokov's face and asked curiously: "Comrade Brigade Commander, what are you thinking, it seems like you are worried."
"That's right, Comrade Captain." Sokov did not say what he was worried about, but said with a forced smile: "Comrade Commander just told me on the phone that he was going to send a mixed group to help us hold our position."
"A regiment!" Brisky's eyes almost fell to the ground, "Comrade Brigade Commander, can I ask, is this regiment full of troupes?" When he asked this, his eyes were staring at Sokov, eager to get the answer he wanted.
Unexpectedly, Sokov shook his head and replied: "Comrade Captain, I think you may be disappointed. There are only more than 400 people in this mixed group, and it should be the remnants left by those units who retreated to the rear to rest and recuperate the division level."
A disappointed expression flashed on Brisky's face, and he quickly returned to his calm: "Comrade Brigade Commander, under the current circumstances, every soldier is precious. Not to mention that the superiors sent us four hundred people, even if we only sent forty people, our confidence in keeping the position is much larger than now."
A soldier hurried over and reported to Sokov: "Comrade Brigade Commander, there is a unit coming towards us, and the one who leads the team seems to be the political commissar."
"What? The team is led by the political commissar?" Sokov was stunned when he heard the soldiers' report. According to his thoughts, Vetkov sent the first battalion, perhaps by himself, or by Captain Vanya, but he never dreamed that the person who led the team was the political commissar Beerkin. In order to figure out what was going on, he asked: "Comrade Warrior, are you not mistaken?"
"Yes, comrade comrade commander." The soldier said in a positive tone: "The political commissar used to come to the camp to do political propaganda for us. I may admit my mistakes for other people, but the political commissar would never admit my mistakes."
Chapter completed!