When Gurdiev, who was staying in his command post, saw his soldiers escorting a group of prisoners coming over, and three trucks loaded with supplies were parked outside the trenches, he couldn't help but widen his eyes in surprise. He said to the political commissar Svelin who rushed over after hearing the news: "Comrade Political Commissar, Lieutenant Colonel Sokov really had a few tricks, and everything seemed to be going according to his arrangement."
"Comrade Commander," Although Sveling had been working on the north side of the hillside, he was very clear about Sokov's release of Ball. To be honest, he did not agree with the matter of letting Ball go. He was afraid that as soon as the other party returned to the division headquarters, he would report to the German commander that the position had been occupied by the Soviet army, and then the nearby German troops would come in like a tide. However, at this moment, when he saw the German soldiers escorting the car, he was disarmed without any defense. His heart was finally put back on his stomach. He said to Gurdiev: "It seems that we are all old and do not have the courage of Lieutenant Colonel Sokov."
"Comrade Political Commissar, when you were not here just now, I chatted with Colonel Bere for a while and asked him about the details of Lieutenant Colonel Sokov." Seeing that there were only himself and the political commissar in the command post, Gurdiev pretended to be mysterious and said, "Guess, whose son he is?"
Regarding Gurdiev's inexplicable question, Svellin shook his head without hesitation: "Comrade Commander, stop playing the puzzle, I can't guess it."
"Comrade Political Commissar, I know you can't guess it." Seeing that Svellin couldn't guess the answer, Gurdiev announced with a proud look on his face: "He is Misha's son."
"Misha?" Since the nickname Misha is very common among Russian men, Svellin still couldn't remember who it was after hearing it. "There are so many people named Misha, how do I know who you are talking about?"
Seeing that Svellin still couldn't guess the answer, Gurdiev stopped making a fool of himself, but said seriously: "Comrade Political Commissar, we have been in the same company since you joined the army. Do you still remember the name of the company commander at that time?"
"I was the company commander when I first joined the army?" Svellin frowned and thought hard: "I remember his name seems to be Mikhail, and I can't remember what his surname is."
"I'll remind you." Gurdiev said: "His surname is Sokov!"
"Submitted to Sokov, isn't he the same surname as Lieutenant Colonel Sokov?" After Svellin blurted out this sentence, he suddenly shook his whole body, then stared at Gurdiev in an incredible tone: "My God, this Lieutenant Colonel Sokov is the son of your and my old company commander."
Seeing Gurdiev nodding in affirmation, Sveling remembered another thing: "I remember that the major who was transferred with the wounded was named Yakov. I said why did he look so familiar? It turned out that he was the son of the Supreme Commander himself."
"That's right, I heard from Lieutenant Colonel Sokov's identity that I connected everything." Gurdiev nodded and said, "Company Commander Misha saved the life of the Supreme Commander himself, and Lieutenant Colonel Sokov and Major Yakov have a close relationship, which must be related to the friendship between their fathers."
"Comrade Commander, I'm thinking, since Colonel Berek knows this, General Choikov must know it too." Svellin said thoughtfully: "No wonder we would let our division accept the command of a lieutenant colonel. This is a bit abnormal. But now we finally understand what's going on."
"Comrade Political Commissar, if you think so, you are completely wrong." Unexpectedly, after hearing this, Gurdiev said unexpectedly: "I felt very uncomfortable with my superiors ordering our division to accept Sokov's command. But when I learned from Colonel Bere, I found that he had a good idea of ​​commanding operations. According to my estimate, if it weren't for his superiors' intention to suppress his promotion, he might have become a general long ago."
"That's not true," Svellin was startled by Gurdiev's words. "How old is he? How could he become a general?"
"Comrade Political Commissar, there are no outsiders here, I will tell you about the merits he has made." After spending time together, Gurdiev's attitude towards Sokov also changed from being perfunctory to admiration, so he knew very clearly about Sokov's past achievements. He told Sveling in detail: "From the Red October Factory to Orlovka, there are four German defense lines in the middle. The attacks launched by the 39th Division of the Guards were repelled without exception. As soon as Sokov's troops attacked, the enemy's defense line immediately collapsed..."
After hearing Gurdiev's words, Svellin was silent for a long time before nodding slowly and said, "Comrade Commander, maybe you are right. For example, it took us only an hour to seize this position, and dozens of casualties were killed or killed. If it were not imagined before."
"I learned a lot from this battle today." Gurdiev said with a serious expression: "In the offense, implementing the BTT coordinated tactics can double the combat effectiveness."
As the two were talking, the telephone number hanging on the earthen wall suddenly rang. Gurdiev quickly grabbed the microphone and said, "I am Gurdiev."
"Hello, Comrade Colonel." Sokov's voice came from the receiver, and he said politely: "Please come to my command center, I want to talk to you about something."
"Okay, I'll go there right away."
"Also, I seem to see the Political Commissar Sveling heading towards you," Sokov added on the phone: "If you see him, please come with him."
"Comrade Commander," when Gurdiev called, Sveling, who was standing next to him, heard the conversation between the two. He asked curiously: "Lieutenant Colonel Sokov asked us to come over, what will happen?"
"Lieutenant Colonel Sokov once asked me if the division had insufficient ammunition. I gave him a positive answer." Gurdiev, as he walked outside, thrust at the truck parked not far away, and said, "I guess he was planning to allocate all these supplies to our division."
When Svellin heard this, he couldn't help but laugh: "Comrade Commander, you must know that there are only commanders and soldiers of our division on the position. If these materials are not distributed to us, who can they be allocated to?"
"That's not necessarily." The two walked along the traffic trench to the back trench. Gurdiev, who was walking in front, turned around and said, "Don't forget the troops escorting the wounded. If they find friendly forces and send the wounded to the field hospital, it is entirely possible to return to the position. You know, that is Lieutenant Colonel Sokov's direct troops, and they are all German equipment, they will definitely give priority to their materials."
"Also, according to the liaison officer from the 292nd Division, their division is heading towards us and will soon take over our division's defense. This batch of supplies is also possible for them, after all, they are the troops who stay here to fight against the Germans."
The two walked into Sokov's command center and saw that there were quite a lot of people in the room. In addition to Sokov and Bere, there were also Samoilov, Ball and an unknown German soldier.
Seeing Gurdiev and Sveling come in, Sokov quickly greeted the two of them and then introduced the strange German soldier to them: "Two commanders, I will introduce you to you. This is a German anti-Fashi Templeist Jurgen, who belongs to the 547th Infantry Regiment."
Hearing that the other party was an anti-Fashi Temple sectarian, Gurdiev and Svellin both stood up and shook hands politely. After the two of them sat down again, Sokov continued: "According to Jurgen's introduction, the 547th German Regiment is now stationed in a small village, and according to our place, we only have a few kilometers."
When he learned that a regiment of the German army was stationed in a small village a few kilometers away, Gurdiev was shocked and asked quickly: "Comrade Brigade Commander, did the enemy find us?" When he said this, his eyes glanced at Ball who was standing next to him intentionally or unintentionally, muttering to himself: This kid will not betray us, right?
Sokov saw Gurdiev's little move, and he hurriedly said, "Col. Gurdiev, don't worry, Ball never betrayed us, otherwise the enemy would not have sent us three trucks of supplies."
"It is a matter of time before the enemy is stationed so close to us," said Gurdiev with a serious expression: "So we must prepare early, so that we will not be caught off guard by the enemy."
"The troops deployed in the southern positions are now wearing German uniforms." Seeing that Gurdiev was always worried, Sokov comforted him and said, "As long as the enemy does not enter our positions, they will not be able to find flaws."
"What should I do if the enemy wants to enter our division's position?" Logically speaking, Gurdiev is a division commander. Even if he is under Sokov's command, he has the right to be independent. But at this moment, he actually took the initiative to ask Sokov for advice: "Will the enemy enter the position or not to let them enter?"
Sokov also considered this question. Since Gurdiev asked, he simply opened the question: "If we do not allow the enemy to enter the position, it will definitely arouse the enemy's suspicion; but if we allow them to enter the position, our soldiers will not speak German. As long as the other party asks, they will immediately find flaws. Therefore, my opinion is that if the enemy does not come, it will be gone. Once the enemy is approaching our position, no matter whether the troops have been exposed, they will immediately open fire on the enemy and catch them off guard."
"Great, this is great." Gurdiev was still worried about his own problems, and Sokov would be vague and answered in an ambiguous manner, which made himself embarrassed. But at this moment, he heard that he actually said so simply that he opened fire on the enemy, and he was overjoyed: "Comrade Brigade Commander, don't worry, I will return to the position later and convey your order to the commanders and fighters to prepare for battle."
"Col. Gurdiev," Sokov asked tentatively, considering that the troops had not occupied the enemy's positions for a long time and it was impossible to build a position that could resist German artillery attacks, "Have the trenches ahead and the trenches here connected with traffic trenches?"
"We calculated to dig three traffic trenches between the two trenches, and one has been completed." As soon as Gurdiev said this, he found that Sokov's face had changed. He guessed that the other party might think that his construction progress was too slow, so he quickly explained: "Comrade Brigade Commander, because the construction time is too short and our manpower is limited, it is already a great effort to complete a traffic trenches."
"Col. Gurdiev," Sokov's face was naturally not good-looking when he learned that only one of the three traffic trenches had been completed. He said to Gurdiev with a stern face: "Sweat more often in normal times and less blood during wartime. Go back and tell the soldiers that you can dig more shovels of soil at this moment, and when the battle starts, you can get less shell skin."
This was the first time Gurdiev heard Sokov's statement. He was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "Don't worry, comrade brigade commander, I will let the soldiers hurry up and dig the traffic trench."
In order to make Gurdiev pay enough attention to the traffic trench, Sokov emphasized in particular: "If the enemy launches a violent shelling of your positions, most of the trenches that have been dug temporarily will definitely be blown up. Therefore, your main energy now is to build traffic trenches, so that when the enemy's shelling begins, all the troops on the front line will be quickly transferred to the second line of defense. Do you understand?"
Gurdiev expressed his opinion again, saying that after he went back, he would organize his forces and seize the time to repair all three traffic trenches. After saying this, he looked at Sokov and asked tentatively: "Comrade Brigade Commander, I want to ask, how do you plan to allocate the three trucks of supplies?"
"I have asked Ball and Jurgen that two of the three trucks were carrying weapons and ammunition, one of which was military supplies including food and medicine." Sokov discussed the distribution of supplies with Berre before Gurdiev came, and said in an orderly manner: "Two vehicles of arms are handed over to your division to strengthen your firepower. As for that truck of supplies, food and medicines can be collected by you, and the rest is handed over to the tank battalion."
Fortunately, Gurdiev was not greedy. He heard that both vehicles of arms belonged to him and did not care so much about food and medicine. He nodded vigorously and said, "Thank you, comrade comrade commander. I immediately organized people to unload the truck and distributed all the weapons and ammunition to the soldiers. With these weapons and ammunition, it should not be a big problem to keep the enemy in front of the position for a few hours."
Chapter completed!