"Put it down, put down the gun!" Liao Enka still raised Ballshaq's hand high, shouting at the red-eyed destroyer soldiers: "Who gives you the right to kill these enemies who put down their weapons? Put down the gun for me."
Hearing Liao Enka's shouts, the soldiers of the fighter battalion became hesitant. Although most of the soldiers' guns were still aimed at the enemies with their hands raised, a few soldiers lowered their guns. Without waiting for Liao Enka's orders, the soldiers of the guard company rushed up and stood in front of the prisoners of war, so as not to shoot at the prisoners of war when the soldiers of the fighter battalion were impulsive and fired at the prisoners.
Seeing that his subordinates blocked the soldiers of the destroyer, Liao Enka let go of Ballshaq's hand and said to him with a serious expression: "Comrade Major, I understand your mood, but these enemies have surrendered, and we cannot kill these prisoners casually."
"Captain," although Ballshaq was the major, he knew very well that his major was much lower than that of the captain of Liaonka. Instead of blaming the other party condescendingly, he turned around and pointed to the back, saying with grief and anger: "Look, how many comrades we sacrificed to destroy this enemy."
Liao Enka looked in the direction of his finger and saw that the road from the hidden place of the Killing Battalion was covered with bodies of soldiers who died in various positions on the way here. The seventy or eighty soldiers who survived by chance were almost all injured, and even their faces were blackened by the smoke of gunpowder.
Seeing this scene, Liao Enka immediately understood why Ballshaq's emotions were so out of control. He raised his hand and patted the other party's shoulder twice, and said understandingly: "Comrade Major, I understand your mood at this moment, but discipline is discipline. The superiors ordered us not to kill prisoners of war. No matter how deep the hatred we have between us and them, we cannot attack them."
"Are my people dead in vain?" Hearing Liao Enka's words, Ballshaq couldn't help but rush his blood to his head. He shouted at the other party: "Can you let go of the blame for the sins committed by our motherland and people as soon as the enemy put down their weapons and surrender?"
"Major Comrade," Liao Enka said with some embarrassment when he saw that Balshaq's mood was so out of control, "How to deal with these prisoners is the superior's business. We are only responsible for taking them to the rear and guarding them when the appropriate time is sent to the prisoner's war camp. I think we should come and hand over the defense. You must know that in order to eliminate this enemy, the division commander specially sent our guard company to carry out this task. Now the division headquarters does not have much force at all. Once they are attacked by the German army, the consequences will be unimaginable."
In the battle, the first and second companies of the fight were almost wiped out, and the two company commanders also died heroically. In addition to Ballshaq, the remaining commanders in the battalion also had a third company commander. Seeing that the atmosphere was so awkward, he hurried forward and pulled Rabbollshaq's sleeve and whispered to him: "Comrade Major, maybe the Germans will come again soon, so we should arrange defense as soon as possible."
Liao Enka looked at the third company commander gratefully, and continued to say to Ballshaq: "Comrade Major, we must return to the division headquarters as soon as possible, and the defense here will be officially handed over to you. Of course, these German soldiers are our prisoners, and we must take them all away."
Ballshaq nodded helplessly and said to Liao Enka: "Captain, let us leave the defense here. As long as we have one person alive, we will never take a step back."
Shortly after Liao Enka and the soldiers of the Guard Company left with the prisoners of war, Ballshaq reported the battle situation to the factory director Peter by phone. When Peter learned that the rebel battalion had suffered more than 300 casualties in the battle that had just ended, Peter was stunned.
After a while, Peter, who woke up, asked in a fury: "Major Ballshak, your destroyer battalion has more than 400 people, and the enemy is only three tanks and less than 200 soldiers. As a result, with the help of the Guards Division Guards Company, you eliminated and captured more than 70 of them. How did you fight the battle?"
Peter's criticism made Ballshaq feel a little ashamed. He murmured: "Comrade Director, it's all my fault, I'm willing to accept any punishment."
"Can those who sacrificed you be punished, can those who sacrificed soldiers come back to life?" Peter became angry when he thought of those who sacrificed soldiers, and became more and more excited as he spoke: "I not only want to remove you from punishment, but also take you to the military court for trial..."
"Comrade Director," the deputy director who was sitting aside waiting for news, saw Peter so excited, quickly dissuaded him: "Whether it is dismissed or going to the military court, these things will be discussed later. The current priority is to defend the position and prevent the German army from rushing in through the gap again."
"Yes, yes, you're right. Our current priority is to keep that gap so that the enemy will rush in from there again." After Peter came to his senses, he shouted to the microphone: "Major Ballsack, how to deal with your business, and then talk later. All you have to do is to hurry up and build fortifications to prevent the Germans from rushing in again."
"But, Comrade Director," said Ballshaq with some embarrassment: "My men only have seventy or eighty men. To keep such a wide area, I still need to add staff."
When Peter and Ballshack were talking, the deputy factory manager tilted his head and approached the microphone. He heard what Ballshack said in time. He quickly interrupted and said, "Comrade Director, you can order the nearby workshop to draw workers to strengthen Major Ballshack's fighter battalion."
"Major, have you heard what the deputy director said?" Peter continued to say to Ballshack: "You immediately send someone to the nearby production workshop to contact the workshop director and ask him to send someone to support you."
Hearing the factory director say this, Ball Shaq not only had a look of joy on his face, but instead said with embarrassment: "Comrade Director, the rest of the workshop are middle-aged and elderly people in their forties and fifties. Isn't it appropriate to let them participate in the battle?"
"Balshaq, don't you know that most of them, under the command of Comrade Stalin, had fought a tenacious battle with the Cossacks guards commanded by General Krasnov in order to defend Chalizin?" After complaining, Peter immediately urged: "Stop talking nonsense, send someone to contact us immediately."
After Peter put down the phone, the deputy factory manager suggested to him: "Comrade Director, since the German army can break through the wall from the north of the factory area, they may also rush in from other directions. We must take measures as soon as possible."
"Comrade Deputy Factory Director," Peter said embarrassedly in response to the deputy factory director's proposal: "You should know that our factory area is equivalent to a small and medium-sized city. Can't I let the workers stand behind the wall to defend the factory?"
"Comrade Director, I have an immature idea." The deputy director pointed to the schematic diagram of the factory and said to Peter: "The factories of several of our production workshops are only five or six hundred meters away from the wall. I think machine guns can be installed in the direction facing the wall to block the enemy's road. In addition, organize several workers' teams to prepare for battle at any time. Once a fight occurs in any direction, we will use trucks to quickly transport them to that direction."
Peter quickly wrote down what the deputy director said in the notebook and asked impatiently: "Is there any?"
"Although every worker in the factory can sacrifice his life without hesitation in order to defend the factory." The deputy factory manager advocated to stick to the factory with the help of the Guards Division, but was worried that Peter would suffer for fear of face, so he said tactfully: "But we lack the necessary training and combat experience, and there are no experienced non-commissioned officers and officers in the team, so our combat effectiveness cannot be compared with the Germans..."
Peter was not a stupid person either. When he heard the deputy factory manager talk about this, he immediately guessed what he wanted to express, and said bluntly: "Comrade Deputy Factory Manager, do you want to persuade me to ask for help from the Guard Division?" Seeing the deputy factory manager nodding to show his affirmation, he sighed softly and continued, "It is because I have thought too much that Ballshaq's destroyer battalion will have such heavy casualties. If we asked for help from the Guard Division earlier, our casualties might be much smaller."
Seeing that Peter had realized his mistake, the deputy factory manager breathed a sigh of relief and continued: "I think the more difficult battle is still behind, so we must ask the Guards Division for help and ask them to send commanders and combat backbones with rich combat experience to enrich our newly formed workers' detachment to improve the combat effectiveness of the troops."
Peter agreed with the deputy director's statement. He nodded and said, "I will call General Guriyev and ask them for assistance."
When Peter picked up the phone and was about to call Guriev, he suddenly remembered the suggestion that the deputy factory director had just made and said to him: "Comrade Deputy Factory Director, call the workshop director below and let them use the workshop building for defense to prevent the Germans from rushing into the factory from other locations."
After the deputy factory director left, Peter connected to the division command of the 39th Guards Division. When Guriev heard that it was Peter's call, he waved his hand to the chief of staff who answered the phone and signaled that he was not there. The chief of staff understood and said to the microphone, "Sorry, Director Peter, our division commander went to the front line to inspect and have not come back yet."
Peter couldn't help feeling a little disappointed when he learned that Guriyev was not here, but he still asked unwillingly: "Comrade Chief of Staff, since General Guriyev is not here, I will find you the same..."
Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, the Chief of Staff said hurriedly: "I'm sorry, Director Peter, I'm very busy here. I want to continue commanding the battle. Let's talk to you another day." After that, he was about to hang up the phone directly, but he was stopped by the division political commissar Chernesov.
Cherneshov said to the Chief of Staff: "Comrade Chief of Staff, give me the microphone." When he said this, he deliberately turned his head and looked at Guriyev who was sitting next to him smoking. After taking the microphone, he said politely: "Hello, Director Peter, I am Cherneshov, the political commissar of the division. I wonder if you have anything to do?"
"Comrade Political Commissar, first of all, I would like to express my gratitude to you on behalf of all the workers of the Red October Tractor Factory." Although Peter did not find Guriyev, he was very satisfied with Cherneshov's answering the phone. He said respectfully: "If it weren't for your selfless help, we might not have driven the enemy out of the factory yet."
"So this is the case," Chernesov replied calmly: "Comrade Director, we are friendly forces. To help you, that is, to help ourselves, there is no need to be so polite."
Seeing that Chernesov was so easy to talk, Peter struck while the iron was hot and said, "Comrade Political Commissar, I have another unhappy request, I hope you can agree."
Hearing Peter say this, Cherneshov couldn't help frowning slightly, thinking that no wonder the teacher was unwilling to answer his call. It turned out that he was afraid that he would make any unscrupulous requests. However, Cherneshov was well educated and tried his best to ask in a calm tone: "Comrade Director, I wonder what we can serve you?"
"That's right, Comrade Political Commissar." Peter had already figured out very well at this moment that if there were no help from the Guard Division, it would be almost impossible to rely solely on the strength of the workers' armed forces and defend the factory. He continued: "In order to better stick to the factory, I decided to temporarily form several workers' teams and prepare to put them into the most critical places at any time." Speaking of this, he slowed down and said cautiously, "But you also know that most of our workers have not undergone military training and have no combat experience. Even if such troops are pulled onto the battlefield, they will not play much role. Therefore, I would like to ask you to send us some grassroots officers and combat backbones to enrich these workers' teams to improve their combat effectiveness."
Chernesov dared not make decisions on Peter's request, so he could only cover the microphone with his hands, quickly retelled Peter's words to Guriyev, who was sitting next to him, and finally asked for instructions: "Comrade, how should I reply to him?"
Guriev frowned and thought for a while, then stretched out his hand to Chernesov: "Comrade Political Commissar, give me the phone number, I will tell Director Peter in person."
Guriev took the microphone from Cherneshov's hand and put it in his ear and said, "Master Peter, I agree with your request. I will send you five officers, twenty non-commissioned officers, and thirty combat backbones before dark to enrich your newly formed workers' detachment."
Peter thought that his request would be rejected by Guriyev, but Guriyev agreed so readily that he couldn't help but be overjoyed and said repeatedly: "Thank you, thank you, Comrade General. With the officers and combat backbones you sent, I believe that these newly formed workers' detachments will soon form combat effectiveness."
Recently, several readers and friends asked me privately whether I wrote a certain book. I will reply here: The only books on the Soviet-style themes I wrote are "Burning Moscow", "Moscow 1941" and this book. The book "My Great Patriotic War" that everyone asked was not written by me, and I am not familiar with the author. The reason I recommended this book two years ago is simply because everyone wrote the same topic. It is only for support, that's all.
Taking this opportunity, I would like to thank all the readers and friends who have always supported me here!