The emotion in Hu Biao's and his friends' hearts, as if they were in hell, could not last long.
To be more precise, Hu Biao, who finally managed to land ashore, had just time to roll himself a cigarette as big as a trumpet with his slightly trembling hands.
I didn't even have time to light the hand-rolled cigarette with a match that was slightly wet by the river water.
At the same time, the other Maozi recruits, who all had expressions of lingering fear on their faces, had only been there less than a minute or two after getting off the ship.
These poor guys from remote areas of Siberia didn't even have time to see clearly what the legendary southern city, Volgograd, looked like.
Maozi, smelling like gunpowder smoke, appeared in front of them one by one on the 30s and 40s.
These people originally stayed in the surrounding air defense battlefields to provide fire support for the fleet crossing the river.
Now they were holding Bobosha submachine guns in their hands, or holding various types of pistols, and they were trotting in front of them.
These people are all officers, and the lowest position is a sergeant.
After this group of people stopped just now, the leader, Lieutenant Colonel Mao Zi, who was in his thirties and wearing glasses, took a few steps forward and stood up.
Needless to say, the lieutenant colonel, who has naturally curly hair and round retro glasses, does not look like a soldier.
Instead, it’s more like the grown-up, adult version of Harry Potter.
After standing up, the lieutenant colonel raised his voice and shouted with the tin trumpet in his hand:
"Comrades, I know that after a long march and the forced crossing of the Volga River, you must be very tired at this time.
But it is a pity that now is still not the time for you to be in a daze and rest; the motherland is calling you, calling you to fight for her and Germany.
So from now on, you will all be incorporated into the 115th Infantry Brigade of the 62nd Group Army, a new regiment under its jurisdiction.
I am the official member of your regiment. I am responsible for directing your military operations until the regimental commander takes office. You can call me Comrade Makov.
According to the orders from our superiors, we must launch an attack on an important position as soon as possible to take the position back from the German soldiers.
Then one by one, follow us and run to get weapons and attack the evil German sticks."
After saying that, the Makov regiment-level official turned around and took the lead in trotting toward a tunnel that snaked upwards and led to the outside of the dock.
The location where everyone from the Zhongzhou team gathered at that time happened to be not far from Markov.
Therefore, one of the unlucky ones, the train driver's mother, was still a little confused after hearing such a simple and crude order.
(Since Team Zhongzhou is a civilized team, from now on when other people call the train driver, they will all refer to it as Bazi)
Although he is not a PLA veteran and is just a train driver, he still understands some basic military common sense.
Mr. Markov, the leader of their regiment, shouldn't he say something more before everyone sets off?
For example, what tactics will they need to use in the battle later? Such a new regiment will be more specifically organized, that is, how many companies, rows, and squads will they be divided into, and who will be their commanders? They will be organized later.
Who should you listen to?
Are there also firepower allocations, attack batches, and reserve teams?
Damn it! Nothing was explained clearly or arranged clearly.
Just like that, everyone holds a gun, and then starts to launch an attack; is such an order really nonsense?
Just when Bazi, who looked confused, wanted to look back at their commander Hu Biao to see what Hu Biao meant.
Seeing that the Zhongzhou team hadn't even moved yet, a young sergeant impatiently kicked them over, roaring and scolding:
"Soldier, run quickly, don't be in a daze, muster up your courage~"
Sergeant Maozi, whose boots were covered with suspicious bloodstains, kicked the poor man with great force, causing him to stumble.
In a daze, the train driver instinctively followed the people around him and started running.
The only thing he could be thankful for at this time was that he would no longer fight empty-handed. Maozi Command still prepared weapons for them...
"Everyone, follow up~"
This was what Hu Biao said in a hurry to the rest of the team after he saw Bazi running away.
The reason why he was stunned for a short moment just now was that he suddenly thought of a question:
Now they have successfully crossed the river and arrived at the dock area of Volgograd; why have they not received a notification from the system about the completion of the first stage?
You don’t need to lay down such a position to be considered complete, right?
Thinking of certain scenes and possible Hu Biao, I couldn't help but frown.
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The reason why Hu Biao couldn't help but frown was because of the scene in front of him of the air raid that risked his life and the battle immediately after crossing the river.
After seeing it in my eyes, I always feel that it is very familiar.
After reminiscing for a while, I finally remembered something: "Damn it! Isn't this a scene that also appeared in the movie "At the Gate of the City"?"
After the protagonist risked his life to cross the river, he didn't even get a gun. He just had a magazine with 5 bullets thrust into his hand, and was driven to charge against the German soldiers.
Because the officer commanding them shouted:
"Those who have not received weapons, team up with two people who have received weapons. When your comrades die in battle, you can pick up the weapons from them and continue fighting."
Then, under the threat of heavy machine guns from the supervising team behind.
A group of two new recruits who shared the same gun launched an almost fatal charge; they were beaten to death by German sticks with powerful firepower and complete firepower configuration in minutes on the way to the charge.
Pig's Foot escaped with his life by pretending to be dead.
Of course, Hu Biao also understood that a movie like "At the Gate" did not have much reference significance for the real defense of Volgograd.
A Gallic chicken man was the director, a Chinese man was the protagonist, and the crew was set up in the Degun area, and finally the Maozi family war movie was shot.
In the natural attitude and understanding, the buttocks will naturally be a little crooked.
Although the current Maozi family's combat effectiveness is very poor due to the purge and military expansion.
But it will definitely not come to the point where the chief officer needs to lead the supervising team behind and rely on the practice of using black guns from behind to get the soldiers to charge.
In fact, during the Second World War, the original purpose of setting up the official committee in the Mao family was indeed to prevent mutiny and retreat among the troops.
However, because most of the Maozi soldiers at this time were illiterate, these officials needed to take the lead in the charge.
During the entire war, the death rate among the main members reached over 60%, which explains a lot of problems.
Then, a question came up that worried Hu Biao:
These upright men who have been promoted from various positions are quite strong in terms of their thinking and courage; but in terms of military command ability and experience, that's all.
Under their command and leadership, will the next battle be reliable?