In Yang Mingzhi's opinion, he was creating a military miracle. The two telegraph machines were connected to each other by radio, which was more like two walkie-talkies.
At the army headquarters in Blacksmith Village, Yevlov was sitting here. Even though it was late at night, he was in no mood to sleep.
There was going to be a fierce battle soon. He was in no mood to sleep and was ready to stay up all night!
After all, who would have thought that a major accident would happen just after the troops set off. What happened to the enemy's gunboat? The key is that the gunboat has been captured. I'm afraid this encounter has already alerted the enemy. Fortunately, the troops arrived on the other side several hours in advance.
, this has positive significance for the troops who were originally ill-prepared for combat due to sudden orders.
In fact, Yevlov also criticized telegraph communication. He really wanted to talk to Berekov face to face, so that he could understand the situation in an instant.
This idea was so unrealistic that Berekov insisted on using Periya as a microphone.
Hey! Can this little girl do it?
The girl proved her "strategic role" with practical actions. She listened excitedly to bursts of Chinese coming from the earphones and immediately translated it into Russian.
This surprised Yevlov. The built-in loudspeaker of the radio station was also playing a strange language. He knew it was an Eastern language, but unfortunately he couldn't understand it at all! Is this little girl's translation very correct? He listened carefully,
Judging from the content of her narrative, Periya was indeed not talking nonsense.
In fact, Yevlov also wanted to communicate directly with the commander in Russian, but unfortunately he was rejected directly. This was said to be a strategic experiment. What kind of strategic advantages it had, Yevlov estimated that only Berekov knew best.
Regardless of whether Periya was translating, the communication with the frontline headquarters was much more efficient than before. In just ten minutes, they reported each other's situation. If the battery was not excessively consumed, he would have wanted to communicate for another hour!
"Alas! We have a language advantage, but the battery power of this machine is too poor!" Yang Mingzhi reluctantly took off the headphones. He really didn't need to wear them anymore, because the lights of the radio station had gone out, which meant that there was no power. In this era, manganese
The battery is still the absolute workhorse, but the lead-acid battery is a high-end product. If this radio uses lead-acid batteries, the power will be sufficient to enable uninterrupted plain language communication for several hours.
"The battery quality is really poor, and it's very hot right now!" Diana felt a little displeased, because at the end of the commander's communication, it actually meant chatting. This kind of behavior is a needless increase in power consumption, and the overly long plain language communication
It can also damage the battery itself.
She deftly opened the back cover of the radio, pulled out the hot battery, handed it to the telegraph operator behind her, and quickly inserted a battery with sufficient power.
In this situation, Yang Mingzhi did not notice the woman's resentment. He signaled: "The communication has ended, so that the headquarters can make sure that we are safe and sound. Diana, stop working. Stand at attention."
"Ah?" The female soldier quickly stopped what she was doing.
"Great! Are you going to be on duty tonight?"
"Of course not! I am responsible for the communication of key information. Now that the communication is over, I can go down and rest."
Yang Mingzhi nodded with satisfaction: "Very good! Now you don't need to make a bed and set up a tent. Come with me!"
The commander dared not disobey, and Diana was in a daze, but still followed closely behind the commander...
When the two returned to the house, Natasha was already here.
Natasha now looked completely different from when she used an anti-tank to fight against boats during the day. Her spirit was a little sluggish, and she was a little unsteady when she stood at attention.
This situation inevitably made people worried. Yang Mingzhi hurriedly stepped forward. Not only did he inspect the girl, he also gently touched her right shoulder.
"Are your shoulders very sore? Today you have three kills in your credit book, and you also fired ten huge bullets!"
Natasha had to be strong. Facing the commander's concern, she inevitably acted coquettishly and murmured: "Sir! My shoulders are really sore."
"There's nothing we can do about it. The firearm is so powerful, and the huge recoil is still too much for you! I believe you are a strong soldier and can bear it!"
"Of course!" The girl immediately became serious, her eyes twinkling.
"It's a good thing to be strong-willed, and your body should also have a good rest. This room is the warmest, and it is now used as a dormitory for female soldiers!" After that, Yang Mingzhi shook his neck and said, "Diana, you are also a female soldier.
, you have a rest with Natasha today!"
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It was getting late, and Yang Mingzhi had no energy to say anything to the two female soldiers. He didn't even have the energy to talk nonsense with Abram.
In late May, the night temperature in Belarus was still low, so Yang Mingzhi spread a blanket in front of a bonfire.
Most of the soldiers rested early. They slept around the fire. There were many sticks stuck beside the bonfire, with simply cleaned military trousers hanging on them. Noticing this scene, Yang Mingzhi noticed the stains on his military boots.
The mud was all caked, and the mud on his pants had been shaken clean.
Soldiers wash clothes at any time. If the enemy suddenly appears, they have to wear their trousers to fight?
Yang Mingzhi was so exhausted that he didn't even bother to criticize. He ate three baked potatoes before going to bed, and then fell asleep.
It was an extremely fulfilling day. Could it be that he didn't even dream during the rest, and he was woken up by the noise at two o'clock in the morning. For him, four hours passed as soon as he closed and opened his eyes! Lying flat on the grass
Going up, he was sleepy and saw a familiar guy standing in front of him.
"Balzen! What are you doing! The reconnaissance battalion goes to bed quickly!"
"We've woken up! It's two o'clock in the morning. The reconnaissance battalion takes action immediately. I'm here to report."
It wasn't until Yang Mingzhi looked at his watch that he confirmed that it was indeed May 18th. He patted his numb face, untied the kettle and took a few sips to feel clearer.
Soon, Yang Mingzhi stood in front of Balzen and asked again: "Is the reconnaissance camp ready?"
"We are completely ready. The commander can go and review it and say a few words to the brothers."
"No need!" After saying that, Yang Mingzhi yawned and waved his hands: "Time is too precious, there is no reason for me to waste your precious time. You will act according to the plan, I can rest assured!"
"Yes! Comrade Commander!" Balzen solemnly stood at attention and saluted, turned around, and walked into his "Balzen Death Squadron."
The man's back disappeared into the dark night. Yang Mingzhi quickly sat on the blanket, and then quickly huddled up heartlessly. After a while, he could hear snoring.
It was already dawn when he woke up from this sleep, and the noise woke him up.
Yang Mingzhi patted his head and sat up, muttering to himself: "What a strange dream. Why did I dream of Balzen? Also, where is this place? Have you successfully crossed the river?"
Sometimes, when people wake up, they always ask themselves those three major philosophical questions. Yang Mingzhi was quiet for a while and suddenly woke up.
He quickly looked at his watch. It was already past six o'clock in the morning! Balzen had indeed set off at night. Of course it was not a dream! He was on the right bank of the Dnieper River!
It's just that the world is really white, and the morning fog is really thick today.
Bonfires burned all night long, and the soldiers who got up used the hot ashes to bake potatoes. The smell of burnt tree trunks filled the air. Many people squatted by the river to fill kettles, or washed their faces, using their fingers as brushes.
Close the gaps between your teeth.
Standing on the pier, Yang Mingzhi suddenly realized that he could not see the other side.
He stretched his waist fiercely and yawned loudly again: "Oh! No matter how thick the mist is, we will still have to fight today! There will be a night attack tonight, so I'd better go back to sleep!"