"From the current situation, we can only choose to marches." Malining said with a wry smile: "Even Colonel Bere's tank brigade can only take the track to go to Luhansk."
"My God," Cidolin couldn't help but exclaim when he heard Malining say this: "The distance from Stalingrad to Luhansk is almost seven or eight hundred kilometers. When the weather is so bad, our soldiers can't even walk twenty kilometers a day. And the tank brigade uses tracks to drive in, and before they reach their destination, they will all break down."
"Give me the phone." Sokov heard the conversation between Sidolin and Malinin on the side, and immediately realized that if Malinin was really arranged, his troops would need to marching for a month before they could reach the designated location. At that time, the Battle of Kharkov was probably over. He hurriedly asked for the phone in Sidolin's hand and said to the microphone: "Comrade Chief of Staff, I think it is very inappropriate to let us hike to Lugansk."
Sokov's words aroused Malining's curiosity: "Col. Sokov, why is this?"
"Comrade Chief of Staff, I think our superiors asked our division to immediately set sail towards Lugansk after completing the supply, in order to strengthen the defensive forces there to deal with possible dangerous situations." Sokov continued: "If we were really allowed to march on foot, maybe before we arrived at the place, something unexpected would happen."
"Col. Sokov, you're very reasonable." Malining knew that Sokov's words were reasonable, but he was also a clever man who couldn't cook without rice. He didn't have enough cars, so he couldn't make it out of thin air: "But now we can't draw so many vehicles to transport your division."
Sokov understood that Malining was worried about insufficient vehicles, so he took the initiative to say: "Comrade Chief of Staff, there are not enough vehicles. Our division can take the bus to Lugansk in batches in units of regiments."
"Well, Colonel Sokov, since you said that, I will discuss with the commander first to see how many vehicles you can draw for you to transport troops and supplies."
After Sokov put down the phone, he said to Ivanov, Cidolin and others standing by the table: "Since our superiors ordered our division to set out to Lugansk, we must start making preparations in advance."
"We will first organize a pastime team to go to Lugansk to contact the local garrison and choose the location of the garrison." When it comes to the large army's departure, the most experienced one is Ivanov. He asked Sokov for advice: "Comrade Commander, who is responsible for going to the front station?"
The front-end station is of great importance. The team leader is too low, so it is definitely not possible. Sokov originally asked Sidolin to take on this responsibility directly, but when he thought about it, the mobilization of troops and the transportation of materials were inseparable from Sidolin's assistant, so he turned his attention to Ivanov: "Comrade Deputy Division Commander, I think you should be responsible for the front-end station. I feel more at ease with you."
Ivanov knew that the work of playing the pre-station was very hard and sometimes thankless. He wanted to refuse, but after hearing Sokov's later words, he immediately changed his mind and quickly expressed his opinion: "Okay, comrade in the division commander, then I will lead the team to playing the pre-station. Don't worry, I will never let you down."
"Although we have eliminated the Paulus group, no one can guarantee that there will be no straitors who escaped the net along the way." Seeing that Ivanov agreed to take up the job of the pre-fighting station, Sokov quickly reminded him: "For your safety, let the guard of Seryosha be accompanied."
Ivanov grinned at Sokov's concern and said disapprovingly: "Comrade Commander, you have been worried too much. Now, there are hundreds of thousands of troops in the entire Stalingrad area, and a few scattered soldiers, how big waves can arise? There are too many guard companies and there are not so many means of transportation. I think it's enough to let Lieutenant Samoilov's platoon set out with me."
Sokov felt that Ivanov's words were justified. If a company was sent to the front station, there would be no such means of transportation. No matter what, taking a platoon of transportation could still be brought together, so he agreed to Ivanov's request. At the same time, he called the guard battalion and the person who answered the call ordered: "I am Sokov, let Lieutenant Samoilov come to me."
Seeing that Sokov had arranged the guards for him, Ivanov couldn't wait to say, "Comrade Commander, since Lieutenant Samoilov has arrived, I will set off immediately."
"Don't be so anxious, comrade, deputy division commander." Seeing Ivanov in a hurry to set off, Sidorin quickly spoke, "Even if he wants to set off, he has to wait for the Front Army Command to send the transfer order. Otherwise, when you contact the local garrison, if there is no order from your superior, how could the other party believe you?"
"Comrade Chief of Staff, you're over-thinking." Ivanov said proudly: "Even if there is no order from superiors, as long as I tell the other party that we are from the 41st Guard Division, those comrades in the local garrison will warmly receive us."
"Comrade Deputy Division Commander, are you true?" Sokov couldn't help but ask curiously after hearing Ivanov say this with such confidence: "Is the number of our 41st Guard Division really so good elsewhere?"
"That's natural. Now there is no one in the Don River Front troops who don't know our division." Ivanov said proudly: "In the entire city defense battle, only the Mamayev hill we hold, no matter how fierce the German army launched, has never occupied the commanding heights of this city."
"The deputy division commander is right. There were reports about our division in the Red Star newspaper a month ago." Division political commissar Anisimov said with a red face: "There is a detailed report on our division's combat experience in the defense war and the great achievements it has established."
Sokov guessed that when the Red Star was published, he should have been in Moscow and missed such a good opportunity. He said with regret: "Oh, it's a pity that I didn't see this newspaper."
"Comrade instructor," Anisimov took out a piece of paper from his pocket and said proudly: "I copied the most exciting paragraph of content, you can take a look."
Sokov unfolded the paper and saw it read: "The glory of the 41st Guards Division will last forever. A few years later, on the battlefield where shells were plowed, tender green grass will grow; in the free Stalingrad, new and bright buildings will be towering. At that time, our old soldiers will proudly say: 'Yes, I fought under the banner of the 41st Guards Division back then!'"
Seeing such an evaluation, Sokov couldn't help but be moved: "I really didn't expect that the newspaper would actually comment on us like this."
"Comrade Commander, in order to protect this great city, our division suffered tens of thousands of commanders and soldiers." Cidolin sighed: "How good would it be if they could see such an evaluation alive."
After Cidolin reminded him, Sokov immediately realized that his troops had suffered a lot of casualties in this battle of defense, and the entire army had basically changed. If the superiors had not supplemented their troops at any time, he might have become the commander of the bare hands at this moment.
"Don't worry, Comrade Chief of Staff." Sokov said to Cydolin: "Our descendants will remember these comrades who sacrificed their lives to defend their motherland, and their achievements will last forever."
"Comrade Commander," Ivanov also sighed, raised his hand and looked at his watch, and said to Sokov: "It's time for me to set off, otherwise I won't find a suitable place to live before dark."
Chapter completed!