"Comrade! We finally found you!" Miroshniko's rough hands tightly held Balzen's equally rough hands. He was so excited that he simply started crying.
"You don't have to be excited! Let me introduce myself. I am Balzen, the commander of the reconnaissance battalion of the 284th Guards Division of the 63rd Army. On the order of the Army Commander, I will temporarily keep you in Slavtich and take you back to the Partisan Republic at an opportunity."
Miroshniko was very excited. Even though he was excited, he also asked rationally: "Thank you very much! How many troops do you have? We are still being chased by the Romanian army. I am very worried..."
"Are you worried about the Romanians?" Balzen put on a conceited look. "Those people are vulnerable! We have more than 5,000 well-equipped soldiers in Slavtich City, and more than 10,000 reserves on the other side of the river.
Troops! Maybe you know our great achievements. I can explain to you the fact that we are very aware that the Romanians are chasing you. Now that they are here, we should not let them go! We will take the initiative to attack the enemy and even kill them all
Annihilate!”
Balzen deliberately spoke too grandly, which was very helpful to Miroshniko. What he wanted to hear most at the moment was this kind of safety promise. He also introduced himself and immediately asked many people who were already sleeping.
The soldier got up immediately.
The camp suddenly became a mess!
Of the nearly 3,000 people in the guerrilla brigade, only 1,900 are capable of combat, and the remaining 900 or so are civilians who were kidnapped, including some who were even taken away from the city of Gorodnia.
!
Everyone knows that those who fail to break out will die, and the enemy will never take prisoners! And those who are injured or weak on the long breakout road have turned into undead on the road. Those who can survive at least have enough physical fitness.
high.
They regarded Balzen and the others as saviors, and gathered around to find out what was going on. Then, with infinite hope, they formed a relatively neat line under Miroshniko's order. After all, the guerrilla brigade fought
After a defeat, if the military appearance is still in a mess, the army will really be finished.
After Balzen found them, he immediately sent a telegram to the city.
Compared with this telegram, Yang Mingzhi was really prepared early! What he did was not to prepare food, but to order all the sleeping soldiers to pick up their weapons and prepare to fight. The sound at night traveled very far, and came from the east
There were frequent gunshots, and Yang Mingzhi instinctively thought that the enemy might have appeared.
Fortunately, this was a misunderstanding, and after Balzen sent a telegram, the alarm was lifted.
Because of a burst of tension, the sleepiness of the majority of soldiers disappeared. This was a good thing, allowing the soldiers to have time to welcome the arrival of friendly forces from the guerrilla brigade.
The guerrilla brigade walked the last four kilometers, and they finally arrived at Slavdzic at two o'clock in the morning on May 19.
In order to welcome them, Yang Mingzhi ordered the soldiers to light a large number of bonfires. This had two functions, one was to serve as a "lighthouse" to point out the direction for the friendly forces, and the other was to roast potatoes immediately.
The dark ruins of the city were no longer dark, and the road to the west suddenly glowed with light. Seeing this Miroshniko was very exciting.
"Comrades! Sing the military song!" he ordered and took the lead in singing "The Greatest of the Red Army."
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They finally arrived at Slavdich, and what greeted the guerrilla brigade soldiers were a large number of baked potatoes, and the air was filled with an attractive aroma!
Miroshniko was both excited and surprised. He was greeted by a group of well-dressed soldiers, wearing neat Red Army uniforms. Only the regular army could be dressed like this!
Yang Mingzhi also has a good face. Not only is the 233rd Paratrooper Brigade the most complete, but the weapons, equipment and personnel quality are also proven to be the best! They are the face of the 63rd Group Army.
Therefore, Miroshniko, who was wearing an officer's large-brimmed hat, quickly found officers who also wore large-brimmed hats. The self-introductions of the other officers surprised him.
"What? Are you a paratrooper? Originally part of the Second Airborne Corps?"
"Yes! Comrade!" Tepunov then introduced himself completely.
They reported their identities to each other, and Tepunov confirmed that they were the 17th Guerrilla Brigade that had to be rescued in the death order issued by their superiors! The commander had already made a decision on how to arrange the people of the guerrilla brigade after the rendezvous.
After introducing Yang Mingzhi's arrangements, he said to Miroshniko: "Comrade! Your troops will be properly arranged, you don't have to worry at all. Now, please follow me to our command post!"
Our army commander is already waiting!"
"That's great!" Miroshniko was cheered: "I heard from my superiors that your commander is a foreigner and later became a Soviet citizen. He was also a soldier who started from the grassroots and passed through some
He achieved great results and reached the high position of Army Commander! He is a legend! I really want to meet him!"
Because he was too excited, he started to talk loudly to Tepunov.
Tepunov smiled and shook his head: "If you have anything to say, you should tell our commander! You have been fighting so hard during this period. Our commander has prepared wine and food. Please come with me."
Miroshniko's knowledge of "Berekov of the Swamp" was very limited. He only knew that he was a Chinese who was very good at fighting and had created several military miracles and was awarded the title of Hero of the Soviet Union. Even if this person joined
Even though he had Soviet nationality, he still regarded him as Chinese.
In his understanding, Chinese and Mongolians look similar, and their behaviors may also be very similar. How about the way of fighting? A group of troops were defeated in his hands, and they all became fierce men!
He followed Tepunov hopefully as he walked through the ruins of the city. He couldn't help but look at the soldiers camped on both sides of the road. He was curious about the paratroopers, and he was even more curious about Yang Mingzhi.
It wasn't until he personally entered the frontline headquarters and truly understood Yang Mingzhi himself that all speculations became reality.
Miroshniko was a little surprised. The figure of an officer wearing a big-brimmed hat was a little blurry under the dim oil lamp. The big and shining Venus on his chest said everything.
"As your superiors explained, your face proves that you are indeed Chinese! Comrade Commander of the 63rd Group Army!"
Yang Mingzhi was also inspired. If you look closely at the officer who was talking to him, you could tell that he was an officer, but his clothes looked like a beggar! It was obvious that this guy had gone through many experiences during this period.
Something very bad happened!
Yang Mingzhi responded tentatively: "You can just call me Berekov! You! You must be a comrade of the 17th Guerrilla Brigade!"
"Yes! Comrade Commander!"
The guerrilla brigade was also a regular establishment, and Miroshniko also had the rank of lieutenant colonel. He reported his experience to Yang Mingzhi and reported his identity and position in detail.
Yang Mingzhi listened with great interest and gained new insights into the guerrilla movement in Ukraine. He also knew that this guerrilla brigade was counterattacked by the enemy due to its untimely large-scale offensive and was beaten like a son. There is no need to say some irritating words.
Yang Mingzhi signaled: "Comrade Miroshniko, I think you are also hungry. You probably don't mind sleeping comfortably for a night after having a full meal! Let's talk while we talk."