"There is still more than ten kilometers from here to your division headquarters, and it will take a lot of time to go back and forth." The German Chief of Staff said to Ball: "If the Russians launch an attack at this time, the troops holding their positions may be inadequate. We happen to have extra ammunition, so you can send them two vehicles of ammunition to them first. After the ammunition truck of your division headquarters arrives, it will not be too late to return it to us."
"The Chief of Staff makes sense." The German commander agreed with his chief of staff's proposal, and he also said to Ball: "In order to avoid the situation where our soldiers are out of ammunition and food, you should first pull two trucks of ammunition and a truck of supplies from us, and first replenish the troops that hold their positions."
Seeing that the regiment commander agreed to his opinion, the Chief of Staff walked to the door of the tent without waiting for the other party to speak, and shouted outside: "Quartermaster, Quartermaster!"
With the shouting, a German lieutenant appeared at the door of the tent and straightened his body to ask the Chief of Staff: "Your Excellency Chief of Staff, do you have any instructions?"
"As far as we know, there is a position that our army is holding on the north side of the village. Now they are facing a situation where they are exhausted from ammunition and food." The Chief of Staff pointed his hand at Ball, who was standing not far away, and said to the qualifier: "You should immediately prepare two ammunition trucks and a truck loading supplies, and let them follow the corporal to the position north."
Seeing that the regiment commander and chief of staff were blinded by their own lies, Ball became bolder, and he quickly added: "Mr. Lieutenant Colonel, the radio station in the battalion was broken during the battle and could not contact the division headquarters and regiment headquarters. If you have extra radio stations here, can you give them one?"
When the German chief of staff learned that the radio station of a friendly army was damaged, he said generously: "How can one be enough? What if it breaks again? If you do something wrong, I will give them two directly. The quarantine officer will prepare two more radio stations. Remember to prepare a few more batteries."
With the cooperation of the German commander and the chief of staff, the quarantine officer quickly prepared ammunition and supplies for the "friendly forces". After doing all this, he came to the tent to report to the commander: "Your Excellency the regiment commander, everything is ready and you can set off at any time."
According to the original plan, Ball took these three trucks to the north position. However, after hearing the report of the quarantine officer, the German commander changed his mind temporarily: "Quantity officer, please follow us."
The quarconian officer did not expect that the regiment commander would suddenly give such an order, and a surprised expression appeared on his face: "What, I'll follow you?"
"Yes, follow it." The German commander's starting point was good. He was worried that there was still something missing on the position in the north, so he ordered his quarantine officer to follow him and understand the situation so that he could make targeted supplements: "Look at what our friendly forces are missing. As long as we have, we can supplement them."
After the quarantine officer understood the regiment commander's intention, he quickly agreed loudly. Then he turned around and waved his head at Ball, and said, "Corporal, let's go. Please act as a guide for us in front."
Ball didn't expect that this time he was the quarantine commander, and he couldn't help feeling distressed. He was worried that before he could approach the position, the quarantine commander would find that the position had been occupied by the Russians. At this time, he saw that the quarantine commander asked him to lead the way, but he didn't dare to let go, so he could only laugh and said, "Municipal Commander, please! I'll lead the way for your vehicle in front."
In order to ensure the safety of the supplies, four soldiers escorted the car were arranged on each car, two of whom were sitting in the cab with the driver, and the other two were sitting on the pile of supplies. Seeing that Ball was riding a two-wheeled motorcycle without a standby, the quarconian took advantage of his power to find Ball with a three-wheeled motorcycle.
When a convoy of a motorcycle and three trucks headed to the north, Ball's heart began to sway. He had just been far away and found that the position had been occupied by the Russians. Now that so many people have passed, can't they find that the position is full of Russians?
It was only a few kilometers away from the small village to the position. In less than ten minutes, Ball vaguely saw the position in front. He thought secretly: If the quarantine officer found that the position was full of Russians, would he shoot at him? If he really wanted to shoot himself to death, what should he do? Should he jump out of the car and escape, or would he fight bravely with him?
The scouts arranged outside Gurdiev discovered the convoy coming towards the position and quickly reported to Gurdiev via the radio: "Comrade Commander, we discovered a German convoy coming towards our position."
"German convoy?!" Gurdiev was shocked and sweated in a cold sweat when he heard the scout's report. He asked quickly: "How many vehicles are there?"
"The convoy consists of a three-wheeled motorcycle and three trucks, covered with canvas, and I can't see what it was, but according to my estimate, it should be all supplies." The scouts reported to Gurdiev through a meshes: "There are soldiers escorting the car in the car, but they did not seem to find that the position had been occupied by our army and did not enter a state of combat."
"Don't shoot, let them come." Gurdiev found out that only three trucks and a small number of German soldiers had arrived. He felt much more at ease. He was worried that the scouts would not be able to calm down and took the initiative to shoot at the enemy. He reminded him: "Don't do anything, let's deal with them."
After finishing the call with the scouts, Gurdiev faced Samoilov, who was sitting aside: "Comrade Lieutenant, the scouts reported that a convoy of a motorcycle and three trucks was coming towards us. The enemies escorted on the car did not enter the state of combat, indicating that they did not know that the position had been occupied by our army. You will now bring people to greet this convoy and seize the supplies from it."
Samoilov agreed, walked out of the shelter, came to the trenches, and said to the soldiers who had been waiting there: "Comrades, the enemy's convoy transporting materials has come here. I am ordered to take you to seize this batch of materials. Remember, without my order, no one is allowed to speak, so as not to expose his identity. Let's set off!"
A group of people left the trenches and faced the convoy. Ball, who was driving in the front, opened his eyes wide in surprise when he saw a group of "German soldiers" walking out of the trenches. He knew very well in his heart that all the Germans on the position had been killed. Where did these "friendly troops" emerge?
Before he could figure it out, he saw a lieutenant walking in the front, raising his right hand high, and shouting in great majesty: "Stop, stop the car!"
Five or six meters away from Samoilov, Ball stopped the motorcycle. As soon as the motorcycle stopped, the quarantine officer jumped out of the standby and said to Samoilov: "Lieutenant, I am the quarantine officer of the 547th Regiment. I was ordered to send you supplies. I wonder who will receive supplies?"
"Hello, Mr. Quartermaster." Samoilov smiled and said to the officer Quartermaster: "We are ordered to receive the supplies. Please order your people to get out of the car, so we can start unloading the goods."
The qualifiers did not know that the people in front of them were all disguised by the Soviet army. They quickly turned around and shouted at the back: "Everyone has it, get off the train!"
After seeing the German soldiers in the cab and carriage lined up next to the car, Samoilov winked at the soldiers beside him and growled: "Do it!"
With the order of Samoilov, the soldiers standing beside him immediately rushed up with their guns. They pointed the black muzzle at the German soldiers who had not yet come back to their senses. The sudden incident confused everyone, including Ball. The quarconian officer said unconvincedly: "Second Lieutenant, what are you doing? Why are you pointing the muzzle at us?"
Samoilov snorted coldly and said in fluent German words: "Hissergeant, I will now officially tell you that you and your subordinates have been captured by the Soviet Red Army!"
"What, are you Russians?!" After hearing Samoilov's identity, the quartermaster was shocked. He instinctively reached his hand to his waist, preparing to pull his gun and fight to the death. However, his movements were fast, and Samoilov's movements were faster than him. Before the quartermaster could draw out his pistol, the cold muzzle had already been pressed against his forehead.
Seeing that all the enemies were surrendered, Samoilov waved his head and ordered: "Take them all away!" When the soldiers heard his order, they immediately escorted the German soldiers with their hands raised and walked towards the position.
The German soldiers escorted the car were taken away, but the three drivers were still in the car. The soldiers opened the car door, pointed the gun at the driver, and ordered them to get out of the car immediately.
Although the drivers could not understand Russian, they recognized that the weapons aimed at them could kill people. They hurriedly raised their hands and got out of the car. Because a driver was a little slower, he was kicked by the soldiers next to him. He quickly shouted at the soldiers.
The soldiers didn't understand what the driver was shouting, but Samoilov understood. He heard the driver shouting, "Comrade, don't get me wrong, it's your own people."
Samoilov frowned and walked quickly to the driver, saying viciously at him: "Who is your comrade, who is your own person? Hitler is your comrade!"
"I am an anti-Faxi Temple Scripture." The driver heard Samoilov scolding him clearly and quickly defended himself: "I am an anti-Faxi Temple Scripture. Do you understand?"
Ball, who was standing next to him, quickly came out to smooth things over: "Mr. Lieutenant, he said he is an anti-Faxi Temple Scripture. Do you understand?"
Chapter completed!