As time goes by, the smoke and mist that originally filled the position was blown away by the river wind blowing from the Volga River, making the scenery in the distance clear.
Sokov raised his telescope and looked into the distance. Not only could he see clearly the positions occupied by the two infantry regiments, but he could even see clearly the positions in the distance. The tanks destroyed in front of the enemy's positions were still burning, and the rolling black smoke rose into the sky.
"I don't know if the tank soldiers have escaped safely after the tank is destroyed?" Sokov asked himself in his heart, but soon he felt that his thoughts were a luxury. The tank was covered with corpses. Through the telescope, he could clearly see that in addition to infantry wearing tangled short leather coats, there were also tank soldiers wearing black onesie.
"Col. Sokov," Golikov's voice came from beside him: "What are you thinking?"
"I'm wondering whether the attack we launched this time will be successful." Sokov said in a depressed mood: "If the attack fails again, it will have a fatal impact on the morale of our army."
"You are right." Golikov fully understood Sokov's mood at this time and said with a serious expression: "It is necessary to let the political workers do propaganda and agitation for the soldiers to re-energize morale." Speaking of this, he looked around and asked, "Where is Comrade Anisimov, a political commissar?"
When Sokov heard Golikov say this, he also looked around and found that Anisimov had left at some point. He quickly asked, "Did anyone see the political commissar?"
There was silence in the temporary command center. Everyone looked at each other and asked the people around them with their eyes. But the people who were asked all smiles and shook their heads, then spread their hands, indicating that they did not see where the political commissar was.
"Where has he gone?" Sokov asked to himself, "Has he been captured by the enemy who touched the nearby ones?" But as soon as this thought came out, he denied it. Not to mention that the troops in Mamayevgang were launching a counterattack, even when they were usually in a defensive state, no enemy could touch Mamayevgang, let alone near the temporary command center. You must know that the guard battalion commanded by Tenev is not a vegetarian.
"Comrade Commander," Seeing that the division political commissar disappeared, Sidolin and Ivanov were also anxious. Ivanov took the initiative to ask Sokov: "I'll go outside and ask the comrades in the guard battalion to see if anyone saw the political commissar."
Just as Sokov nodded and was about to agree with Ivanov's request, he suddenly heard the melody of "The Holy War" coming from outside. He thought he was having auditory hallucinations, but when he listened carefully, he found that it was not auditory hallucinations, but the melody that was really coming from outside.
"Comrade Commander," Sokov walked to the lookout and looked out, and suddenly heard a familiar voice coming from behind him. He asked himself in an excited tone: "Have you heard the radio outside?"
"Comrade Political Commissar," Sokov turned around and said with some displeasure at Anisimov who had walked in: "Where did you just go? Do you know that everyone is worried about your safety?!"
"I'm sorry, comrade, it's my fault." Anisimov, who was criticized, replied with a smile: "I saw you talking to the deputy commander of the Front Army, and I was afraid of disturbing you, so I left quietly."
"Where have you been?" Golikov asked rudely: "Do you know that everyone is worried about you because of your farewell."
"Comrade, Deputy Commander of the Front," Anisimov hurriedly faced Golikov and reported straightened his body: "I think the defeat of the 124th and 125th Regiments of the Guards may affect the morale of the commanders and fighters, so I took the initiative to order my comrades to take a few broadcast lines to their positions. I think music has the effect of boosting morale, and is playing the most famous "Sacred War" to them at this moment."
Golikov listened to the melody of the songs from outside the temporary command center and felt that Anisimov's statement was relatively reliable. He nodded and said to Anisimov: "It's a good job. Comrade Anisimov, letting the soldiers hear such exciting songs when attacking can indeed boost morale. But I still want to remind you that we are on the battlefield, and where you are going, you should say hello in advance so that everyone will not worry about you."
"I understand, Comrade, Deputy Commander of the Front Army." Seeing that Golikov no longer pursued him, Anisimov quickly replied loudly: "I will not make similar mistakes again."
Looking at Anisimov, Golikov suddenly remembered something, and he turned his head and asked Sokov: "Col. Sokov, you are stationed in the barricade factory and are the reduction regiment commanded by Commander Belkin?"
"Yes, comrade, deputy commander of the Front." Sokov didn't know why Golikov asked this, but he nodded and replied truthfully: "Captain Belkin's troops are counterattacking the enemy in the barricade factory."
"I remember General Choikov reported to the Front Command that the political commissar Dmitry, the regiment's political commissar, unfortunately died of poisoning because he took too much sulfonamide. Is this a matter?"
"Some." Sokov couldn't help but smile bitterly when he heard this question. It's really a good thing that goes without going out, and even Golikov knew about it: "It was an accident and no one wanted it to happen."
"Does there be a political commissar of the reduction team now?" Golikov asked tentatively: "I need to call Commander Yelemenko and ask him to send a political worker to serve as a political commissar?"
"Thank you for your kindness, Comrade Detective Commander of the Front Army." The shrinking regiment was Sokov's direct unit, and he was unwilling to give it to others for command, so he said tactfully: "Now, Comrade Dmitry, the political commissar of the regiment, cooperated well with the leader of the Belkin, and there was no need for superiors to appoint political commissar."
"Dmitry political commissar of the regiment, didn't he sacrificed his life because of accidentally taking drugs some time ago?" Golikov's face showed a confused expression after hearing Sokov's words: "Where is another political commissar of Dmitry?"
"That's right, Comrade, Deputy Commander of the Front Army." Sokov felt that it was necessary to explain this matter to Golikov, otherwise it would be very troublesome to send another political commissar to the time: "This political commissar of Dmitry was originally a political commissar of the Lyudnikov Division. He was injured some time ago. When he returned to the team due to injury, he found that there were only more than 100 people left in his regiment, and the commander became company commander. He could only serve as instructor when he returned. When Commander Berkin went to the 138th Division headquarters to do business, he happened to hear about this and took the initiative to propose to Colonel Lyudnikov to ask Comrade Dmitry to serve as the acting political commissar in the reduction regiment."
"Interesting, both political commissars are called Dmitry, which is so interesting." Golikov asked curiously: "What is the relationship between the two, relatives? Or is it the same name happening?"
"It happened to be the same name." Sokov explained with a smile: "After Comrade Dmitry returned to the regiment with Belkin, he learned that his ex was also called Dmitry. It was a coincidence that he and the former political commissar actually had the same name."
Although Golikov has been in Mamayev for a long time, he is really not familiar with the regiment-level commander of the reduction regiment. All he cares about is the battle situation of the reduction regiment in the barricade factory. He paused for a moment and said to Sokov: "The reduction regiment's counterattack in the barricade factory has been very good, and it has expanded the original defense zone by half. When you have time, call Belkin and ask if they have the confidence to drive the enemy out in these two days."
Hearing Golikov's order, Sokov's heartbeat suddenly accelerated. With the strength of the reduction regiment, it was their limit to double the defense zone. If they were really given orders to drive the enemy out of the barricade factory within two days, it would be impossible.
The time for the attack was up, and Sokov ordered the staff to send a signal to the troops this time.
As a red signal flare took off, thousands of commanders and fighters who were staying on the first line of defense jumped out of the trench amid loud military singing, holding weapons and shouting slogans, following behind the tanks, and trotting towards the enemy's positions.
"Chief of Staff," Seeing that the troops had launched an attack, Sokov hurriedly asked Sidolin: "Have Guchakov companies and Selyosha companies entered the battlefield?"
"Yes, comrade of the division commander." Cidolin nodded and replied in a positive tone: "They have all reached the designated position."
Golikov felt a little dissatisfied with Sokov's transfer of two companies from other places to participate in the attack on the German second line of defense. What he thought was that with the cooperation of tanks, thousands of people could not seize the enemy's position. At best, the two companies could have hundreds of people. What role could they do?
Still far away, the German anti-tank guns opened fire on the galloping Soviet tanks. Since the Soviet tanks were not on infantry this time, there was no need to worry about their operations, which would cause the infantry to fall from the tanks. The tank soldiers' driving movements were naturally relatively large, resulting in the shells fired by the German anti-tank guns falling on the open ground and exploded.
The German soldiers hiding in the traffic trench originally wanted to use the same trick again, using machine guns and anti-tank grenades to deal with Soviet tanks and infantry, but at this moment, only tanks were attacking, while infantry landed far behind. They shot frantically with machine guns, and bullets hit the tank's armor plate from time to time, making a jingle, but they could not slow down the tank at all.
Seeing that machine guns could not deal with Soviet tanks, the anti-tank players leaped out of the traffic trench with anti-tank grenades, rushed towards the moving Soviet tanks, and tried to use anti-tank grenades to destroy Soviet tanks at close range. However, they were too wishful thinking. The Soviet commanders and fighters who had suffered losses had already had a solution. Seeing the German soldiers jumping out of the traffic trench, they either established machine gun positions and fired with machine guns, or snipers carried out long-range snipers. In just a few minutes, forty or fifty German anti-tank soldiers were lying down on both sides of the Soviet tanks.
When the tanks reached a distance of 300 meters from the German positions, they stopped one after another and used tank guns to bombard the exposed anti-tank firepower points. The anti-tank guns that had just rampant were either blown up to pieces under the shelling of Soviet tanks or were dragged to a safe place by artillerymen. Seeing that the artillery on the German positions in front stopped, the Soviet infantry commanders and fighters following behind quickly and rushed towards the enemy's position.
Facing the Soviet commanders and fighters who were surging like a tide, the German positions were silent. When they knew that the Soviet army was still 120 meters away from the position, the machine guns on the position suddenly rang out. Faced with the enemy's storm-like shooting, a group of commanders and fighters who rushed to the front fell down, and the ones behind quickly lay down and fired their guns to fight back at the enemy's position.
The Soviet tanks parked in the rear were not idle either. They fired at the exposed fire points. As long as the machine gun fire points they discovered were fired at two or three points, they were bombarded by several flying tank shells.
After several rounds of shooting, the German position became quiet. The soldiers who were suppressed by fire could not raise their heads again, got up from the ground and rushed up shouting. When they were twenty or thirty meters away from the enemy's trench, the soldiers who rushed in front lay down with a beautiful tactical action, threw a grenade at the enemy's trench, and then got up again, jumped into the trench that was still smoke, and engaged in melee and hand-to-hand combat with the surviving enemies inside.
"Col. Sokov, have you seen it?" Golikov saw the soldiers jumping into the trench and excitedly raised his hand and slapped Sokov several times on the back, and said excitedly: "Our soldiers rushed up and rushed up. They are all good, all good."
Golikov was excited and his hands were very strong, which made Sokov feel his internal organs shift. Sokov coughed violently twice, put down his telescope and turned his head to look at Golikov: "Comrade Deputy Commander of the Front Army, your hands are too strong. If you take this photo, I am worried that I will not see the moment when the soldiers occupy the enemy's positions."
After Sokov reminded him, Golikov realized that he was so excited that he almost vomited blood because he was too excited. He quickly withdrew his palm and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, Colonel Sokov, I'm so excited that I didn't pay attention for a moment. Please forgive my recklessness."
Even though he said that, at Sokov's level, how could he blame his superiors? Sokov could only wave his hand and smiled bitterly: "It's okay, Comrade, Deputy Commander of the Front Army, I'm fine. Let's continue watching."
Chapter completed!