"Chief of Staff," Sokov's first reaction was that something happened to the Barrier Factory and the Derrensky Factory. He hurriedly asked Cydolin: "Is the situation in the two factories in the north worsening again?"
"No," Cidolin said with a blank look: "Because the enemy's ammunition depot was blown up by us, and the ammunition they carried was almost gone after yesterday's battle, so logically, there was no power to launch a larger attack."
"Strange!" Sokov frowned and said, "Since the enemy launched a large-scale attack on our north side, what important things will happen if the commander asked me to come over?"
Cidolin didn't say anything, but shrugged his shoulders, spread his hands, signaling that he didn't know what was going on.
Sokov picked up the phone on the table and said to the microphone: "Major Tenev? I am Sokov! I will give you five minutes to immediately ask Samoilov to assemble his men and then follow me on the mission."
"Comrade Commander," Tenev heard the call from Sokov and asked respectfully: "Can you tell me where to go to perform the mission?"
"Go to the Army Command."
"Comrade Commander, from here to the Army Command, you may encounter small enemy troops on the way." Tnev said on the other end of the phone: "There are too few platoons. In order to ensure your safety, I think Lieutenant Seryosha's guards should be brought with me."
"No need, Major." Sokov rejected Tnev's kindness, "Train a company in broad daylight, the target is too big and it is easy to be bombed by the enemy. Let Lieutenant Samoilov lead his platoon and follow me on the mission."
After retrieving from the workers' new village, Samoilov's guard platoon was replenished. Now the total number of people in the platoon has reached 60. After receiving Tenev's order, Samoilov immediately summoned the resting soldiers and escorted Sokov to the headquarters.
Halfway through, Samoilov asked Sokov curiously: "Comrade Commander, the commander asked you to go to the headquarters. Is there any new task to hand over to us?"
"Yes, we went this time to accept an important task." After answering the other party's question, Sokov took the initiative to say without waiting for him to ask, "I don't know what kind of task it is."
Sokov walked into the headquarters and happened to see Krelov just put down the phone. He quickly raised his hand to salute him: "Comrade Chief of Staff, I am here to accept the task. Please give orders."
Krelov turned his head to Gurov who was writing at his desk and asked, "Military Commissioner, have you seen the commander go where?"
"Just just now, the commander of the 37th Guards Division came to him, and the two went outside to talk." Gurov put down the pen in his hand and said actively: "I'll go out and call him."
After Grov left, Sokov stared at the handwritten paper on the table curiously, thinking that what Grov was writing was so thick. Seeing that Sokov's attention was focused on the paper, Krelov reached out to pick up one, handed it to Sokov's hand, and said briefly: "Look, comrade Colonel."
Sokov took the paper, and the two words at the top of the page immediately shocked him: "Notice of Death!"
It reads below: "Dear Nadezhda Ivanovna Karin Jinna!
I am very sad to write this letter to you. I ask you to concentrate your courage and perseverance. Your son, Alexander Buyanov, lieutenant of the Guards, sacrificed heroically in the fight against the German invaders. He dedicated his youth and life to the freedom and independence of our motherland. I am honored to tell you: Your son is a hero, and you can be proud of him..." Behind him are some of the experiences of this Guards' lieutenant in the battle, as well as the praises of Gurov to him.
After reading the death notice in his hand, Sokov stared at the thick sheets of paper on the table again, and asked in surprise: "Comrade Chief of Staff, are these all death notices written by the military committee member?"
"Yes." Krelov sighed and said, "In theory, these death notices can be typed by typists, but Comrade Gurov insists on writing them manually. Now he has to write more than 100 death notices every day, and on the most one day, he has written more than 400 copies. We have advised him several times, but he still insists on doing this..."
As he was talking, Gurov and Trekov had already walked in from outside. Sokov hurriedly stepped forward and saluted Cuikov: "Comrade Commander, Commander, Commander of the 41st Division of the Guards..."
"Okay, okay, don't report!" Cuikov interrupted Sokov's report, walked straight to the table, and asked casually: "How long have you been here?"
"Just arrived!"
Cuikov nodded, then waved to Sokov, signaling him to come to the table, and pointed to the map and said to him: "Col. Sokov, let me ask you, if there is an army of more than 30,000 people on the east bank, how long will it take you to cross the river with all the weapons you carry?"
Sokov didn't expect that Cuikov called him from afar and asked such a question. After thinking for a while, he asked back: "Comrade Commander, I want to ask how many ships can I provide to transport troops?"
"Col. Sokov," Cuikov did not answer this question, but gave a wink at Krelov next to him and signaled him to answer the question. Krelov nodded and said to Sokov: "You should be very clear that the fleet responsible for transporting the river not only needs to transport troops, but also needs to transport all kinds of supplies needed in the city. I think at best, it can only provide ships that transport one battalion at a time."
"What, can only transport one battalion of troops at a time?" Sokov couldn't help but ask in a lost voice when he heard Krelov say this, "But the ships in the past could transport one regiment or even more troops at a time?"
"The enemy blocked the Volga River with air force and artillery. Many ships in the Volga Fleet were sunk, and the newly supplied ships had not been delivered yet, which greatly reduced the fleet's transportation capacity." After explaining the reason, Krelov looked at Sokov and asked: "How is it, Colonel Sokov, how long do you think you can transport more than 30,000 people into the city."
This problem was so stumped by Sokov. He frowned and silently silenced in his heart for a long time, and finally said hesitantly: "I think it will take five or six days at the earliest."
"You're wrong." Krelov shook his head and said, "In five or six days, the fleet can't transport so many troops into the city, at least ten days."
After Krelov finished speaking, Cuikov suddenly asked Sokov: "Col. Sokov, if I ordered you to cross the river and enter the city within three days, can you do it?"
Maybe he noticed that Sokov was about to shake his head, he pointed his hand and said, "No, there is no way." He raised his hand and looked at his watch, "I'll give you an hour, you must come up with a solution for me."
Chapter completed!