Bobricov took a guard platoon and took four trucks toward the place where the enemy plane crashed.
Before leaving, Bobricov, whom Sokov told him to keep in mind, and told all the soldiers to be vigilant. Once they found the enemy, they could shoot directly without waiting for orders.
As the convoy might pass through the combat area on the way, the convoy did not walk on the forest road, but struggled to pass through the forest and slowly drove forward. It took nearly two hours to reach the destination.
The enemy plane crashed in a forest clearing. The plane after the explosion was blown to pieces, and the broken fuselage and parts were everywhere. Not long after the combustion ended, wisps of black smoke were still emitted from the dark parts. The bodies of the incomplete German pilots had been burned to coke and scattered around the wreckage of the plane.
After the vehicle stopped, Bobricov, who was sitting in the passenger seat, pushed open the door and jumped out of the bridge, then shouted loudly at the soldiers in the car: "Everyone get out of the car immediately!"
As he shouted, the soldiers in the car jumped out of the car and lined up beside the car.
Taking advantage of the time when the soldiers lined up, the platoon leader walked to Bobricov and asked tentatively: "Comrade Commander, judging from the situation on the scene, all the German pilots on the plane should be dead, and we cannot capture the prisoners."
For the sake of confidentiality, before Bobricov took the troops, he did not explain the purpose of the operation to several squad platoon leaders. At this moment, he saw the platoon leader coming to ask himself, and then explained to the other party: "Comrade Second Lieutenant, the mission we came here this time is not to catch some hell pilots, but to get the engine of the aircraft back. It is said that this may be the latest engine developed by the Germans and will be sent back to the military industry department for research."
The platoon leader looked at the wreckage of the plane scattered around in front of him, scratched the back of his head and asked embarrassedly: "Comrade Commander, what is the German aircraft engine like?"
To be honest, Bobricov had never seen what the engine of the plane looked like. He could not help but show a bitter expression on his face when he heard the platoon leader's question. He shook his head and replied awkwardly: "Second Lieutenant, I won't hide it from you. I have never seen what the engine of the plane looked like."
"What should I do?" The platoon leader looked at the parts all over the ground and said embarrassedly: "I don't know what the engine of the plane looks like, how can I bring it back?"
"By the way, isn't there a college student in your platoon?" said Bobricov. "Call him and ask him if he knows what the engine of the plane is like."
The college student was quickly called to Bobricov. After he raised his hand to salute, Bobricov asked: "I said college student, what major do you study in school?"
"Report to the company commander." Hearing Bobricov's question, the college student soldier responded respectfully: "I have studied journalism."
Bobricov couldn't help feeling a little disappointed when he learned that the other party was studying journalism: "In other words, if there was no such damn war, would you possibly become a reporter after graduation?"
"Comrade Commander may also become an editor." The college student soldier replied.
"Then have you seen what the engine of an airplane looks like?" Bobricov asked with a lucky mentality.
Unexpectedly, the college student soldier nodded unexpectedly and said in a positive tone: "I've seen it." Then he pointed to a dark part seven or eight meters away, "Here, isn't that the engine wreck of the plane?"
When the platoon leader heard the college student soldiers say this, he was immediately overjoyed and quickly called a squad leader closest to him, pointed to the wreckage of the plane engine, and told him: "Second leader, take your people and bring that thing into the car."
The second squad leader agreed and took the soldiers in the squad forward to prepare to carry the engine wreckage into the car.
Unexpectedly, the first soldier who came into contact with the wreckage of the engine screamed: "Ah! ~ It's so hot!"
Seeing this, Bobricov knew that the engine's wreck had just finished burning and the temperature had not dropped yet. He started to do it and would be strange if he was not burned. He quickly ordered: "Soldiers who carry things, put on your gloves to avoid being burned."
The soldiers quickly put on the newly removed gloves, lifted the wreckage of the plane's engine, and placed it on the canvas laid next to it. Then one of them grabbed a corner of the canvas, lifted the wreckage of the engine, and placed it in the truck compartment that had just driven over.
Seeing that the mission was completed, Bobricov immediately ordered: "Everyone got on the car!"
Just as the soldiers lined up and boarded the bus in an orderly manner, a man wearing a baseball cap ran out from a distance and shouted at them: "Hey, comrades!"
Bobricov, who opened the door of the driver, heard the shouts and quickly turned around and looked in the direction where the sound came. After seeing the other party clearly, he asked with a stern face: "Who are you?"
After the man confirmed that Bobricov was the highest-ranking commander here, he immediately trotted towards him.
But before he could get close, the two soldiers raised their guns and stopped him: "Stop, take a step forward and we will shoot!"
The man had no choice but to stand there and asked Bobricov anxiously: "Comrade Captain, can you take me back to our army's defense zone?"
Looking at the haggard man in front of him, Bobricov couldn't help but frown slightly and asked again: "Who are you?"
"Comrade Captain, I am from the 37th Army. After the troops were disbanded, I finally escaped from the enemy's encirclement."
"You said you are a soldier, but where are your military uniforms?"
When the man heard Bobricov's question, he replied with a wry smile: "After the troops were disbanded, I had to change into casual clothes in order to escape from the German encirclement."
Bobricov also participated in the shelter of fox soldiers, so he naturally knew that many commanders and soldiers had changed into civilian clothes in order to escape the encirclement smoothly. At this moment, he didn't think anything strange when he saw the man's outfit.
He waved his hand at the other party and said, "Get in the car."
When the convoy set off again, the man wearing a baseball cap happened to sit next to the college student warrior.
The college student soldier asked curiously: "Comrade, where did you belong before?"
"I turned out to be from the 37th Army." The man replied: "After the troops were defeated by the Germans in Kiev, it took me almost a month to get here. If I didn't happen to meet you, I might have to walk for several days before I could return to Moscow."
"Oh, it turns out you are from the Southwest Front." The college student soldier asked curiously: "Then have you fought with the Germans?"
"Fighted." The man nodded and said, "There are at least twenty or thirty Germans who died at my gun."
Unexpectedly, as soon as the man finished speaking, a burst of laughter rang out in the carriage. Obviously, everyone did not believe the man's statement at all.
The man noticed that everyone seemed to believe what he said, and thought he was lying. After calming down his mind, he continued to say, "I am a machine gunner, originally from the Western Front. After the troops were disbanded, I met a commander and followed him to the Southwest Front."
The college student warrior asked, "Where is that commander now, alive or sacrificed?"
The man shook his head and said, "I don't know. After our area was occupied by the Germans, I have never seen him again, nor do I know whether he escaped or died, or became a prisoner of the Germans."
The convoy returned to the brigade headquarters and parked not far from the tent.
Sokov, who was staying in the tent, heard the sound of a car outside, and quickly lifted the curtain and walked out from inside, trying to see if Bobricov and the others were back.
After getting off the car, Bobricov trotted to Sokov, raised his hand and saluted, and reported: "Comrade Brigade Commander, we have brought back the wreckage of the aircraft engine."
"Good job, comrade Captain." Sokov raised his hand and patted Bobricov's shoulder. After complimenting, he ordered: "Send someone to send the wreckage of the aircraft engine to the Army Command."
"Okay, comrade comrade commander."
Just as Bobricov turned around and was about to go on the mission, a sudden voice came from a distance: "Major Sokov, is it you or your ghost?"
When Sokov heard someone talking like this, he felt very dissatisfied. He raised his eyes and looked in the direction of the sound, trying to teach this guy who couldn't speak a lesson. But after he saw the other party clearly, he widened his eyes in surprise: "Cursing, are you Chursing?"
The man wearing a baseball cap ran quickly to Sokov, raised his hand to salute, and reported respectfully: "Comrade Major, the soldier Chursin reported to you that I have successfully escaped from the German encirclement. Please instruct!"
"I have nothing to tell." Sokov opened his arms and gave the other party a warm hug: "Cursin, I'm glad to see you again."
"So too." Chursin said excitedly: "Since we were broken up by the Germans, I thought you had sacrificed. I didn't expect to see you again here."
Bobricov, who was standing next to him, looked at the two of them in surprise, thinking that the person he brought back was acquaintance with the brigade commander?
After the two separated, Bobricov asked Sokov in surprise: "Comrade Brigade Commander, do you know him?"
"Of course, of course I know it." Sokov nodded vigorously and said in a positive tone: "When I was still in the 37th Army, he was my subordinate. When the Germans occupied the Yagotin area, I was separated from him. I thought he had died long ago, but I didn't expect him to be alive. By the way, how did you meet him?"
Bobricov grinned and gave the honor to Chursing: "Comrade Brigade Commander, you should let him tell you personally."
After hearing Bobricov's name to Sokov, Churxin showed an unexpected expression on his face. He asked in surprise: "Comrade Major, have you become a brigade commander now?"
Sokov nodded and asked, "By the way, Chursin, where did you come out?"
"I came from the Yagojing area." Chursin replied, "I walked for a month and then barely got here. Seeing that there was a war ahead, I changed my path and wanted to pass the front from a safe place. But I unexpectedly met this captain, who brought me back."
After Chursin finished speaking, Sokov turned to face Bobricov and said, "Captain, Chursin is my old subordinate. After we separated in the Yagojing area, I thought he had sacrificed, but I didn't expect there would be a day of reunion. Thank you, thank you for bringing him here."
"Comrade Brigade Commander, you are so kind." Bobricov asked Sokov carefully: "How do you plan to place him?"
"He was in the headquarters' guards as early as the 37th Army." Since Chursin reappeared, Sokov naturally had to find a way to keep this old subordinate by his side: "Comrade Captain, just leave him in your company."
"No problem, comrade comrade commander." Since he knew that Chursin was Sokov's old subordinate, Bobricov naturally knew what to do, "I'll make arrangements immediately."
After Sokov turned around and returned to the tent, Bobricov took Chursin to the guard platoon leader and said to him: "Comrade Lieutenant, Chursin is an old subordinate of the brigade commander. From now on, I will arrange for him to enter your platoon."
I heard that Churxin was an old subordinate of the brigade commander, and the platoon leader looked extremely enthusiastic about him: "Comrade Churxin, welcome you to be one of us."
The college student soldier also came over and asked tentatively: "Comrade Churxin, then, what you said in the car just now is true?"
When Bobricov heard what the college student soldiers said, he was stunned and asked back: "What did he say?"
"Report to the company commander," the college soldier replied: "Comrade Churxin said in the car that he had killed twenty or thirty enemies himself. The comrades in the class thought he was bragging and laughed at him."
The soldiers who mocked Churxin at that time were standing not far away, and what the college student soldiers said reached their ears. Thinking of the ridicule of Churxin just now, these soldiers were embarrassed to lower their heads.
"Comrade Chursin." Bobricov looked at Chursin and asked, "What did you do before? Do you have military rank?"
"I used to be a machine gunner." Chursin replied truthfully: "No military rank."
"Oh, are you a machine gunner?" Bobricov heard Chulsin say this, quickly exchanged a look with the guard platoon leader, and then said: "It just so happened that a turntable machine gun was assigned to one platoon, and no one could use it. From now on, you are the machine gunner in the platoon. How about it, is there any problem?"
"No problem, Comrade Corps. I firmly make up your arrangements."
"Do you have any requests?"
Hearing Bobricov's question, Chursin glanced at the college student warrior next to him and said, "Comrade Commander, I hope you can equip me with a deputy shooter."
Bobricov noticed Chursin's look at the college warrior, nodded, then pointed at the college warrior and said, "Then let him be your deputy shooter, and then equipped you with two ammunition players to form a machine gun team, with you as the team leader."
Churxin knew very well that Bobricov's arrangement was entirely for Sokov's sake. He knew the worldly style. Since he expressed his kindness to himself, he naturally had to express his gratitude: "Comrade Commander, thank you. I promise you that I will never let you down."
Bobricov nodded at Chursin, then pulled the guard platoon leader aside and whispered to him: "Comrade Brigade Commander ordered us to send someone to escort the engine wreckage of the plane to the headquarters. You will arrange which squad to send to perform this task."