Telegrams from division headquarters were sent directly to the prison.
Before the war, this was the police detention center of Chernihiv city, and now it has become a good place to detain anti-German elements and suspicious persons.
The fake police officers failed to obtain valuable information from the prisoners, so they were naturally scolded. With no other choice, the fake police officers had no choice but to repeat the prisoner's curse.
Hendrickson thought for a long time and still believed that the possibility of an enemy air attack was very high.
"Air strike? Are you kidding me? What are the Russians using for air strikes? Their planes? What's the point of their bombing this city?" The chief of staff decisively denied the division commander's judgment from a military perspective.
"Maybe! We are a big city after all. Due to the barbaric behavior of the Russians, they are likely to bomb the city without caring about the life and death of the city residents, because in their view, the residents here are not willing to fight to the death with us.
After all, if you can continue to live, you are the so-called traitor!"
The chief of staff shook his head: "Your Excellency, Division Commander! Your argument is a bit far-fetched! As far as I know, Russian bombers are more willing to attack military targets. What does this city have? It's just a large population! Besides, if the Russians
There are bombers, but they do not launch operations in Kharkov, but instead attack us here. Do we have any important targets here?"
These words stopped Henderson. He picked up the telegram and read it over again. He became increasingly confused and finally complained: "Forget it, I hope this is Russian nonsense!"
Mitt, I'm very tired! I have to go to bed right away, and no one will bother me anymore. At eight o'clock after dawn, you arrange for people to escort the prisoners to the gallows in the city square, and then drive the citizens to the square! This
This time we destroyed the enemy's stronghold in one go, we want to show our impressive martial arts to the citizens!"
"Okay! I will take care of this! You go to rest first, don't worry about anything."
The division chief of staff is more responsible for the daily operations of the German 634th Division. Schmidt, who boasts a set of abilities in planning combat operations, and the troops serve as urban garrison divisions, believes that controlling order is what he is best at
of.
So how to control order? Is there anything more effective than force and coercion?
Many intersections in Chernihiv are directly controlled by German soldiers with live ammunition. Military patrols in the city do not stop even when night falls. Even so, the fact that "rats" can still move is annoying. Today, the "rat's nest"
"It looks like it was destroyed!"
The German officers and soldiers of the 634th Division enjoyed a peaceful night in the camps inside and outside the city. The Romanian army 20 kilometers away was tortured again. The riot in Silemanka Village finally subsided. After this torture again, the Romanian army lost their energy.
Exhausted to the extreme, some soldiers even developed mental allergies and developed a huge fear of the darkness around them.
In the swamps dozens of kilometers away, Salinchkin and Yevlov were suddenly awakened from their deep sleep. When they saw the emergency telegram they received, their sleepiness disappeared.
Sarinchkin hurried to the army headquarters. He wanted to hold urgent consultations with Yevlov. Unexpectedly, when he arrived, he found that Yevlov had actually convened an emergency military meeting.
Under the dim oil lamp, Yevlov was not surprised at all by the sudden visitor. Instead, he urged: "Comrade Salinchkin! It seems that you also know! Then come in quickly and let's discuss countermeasures."
Then, Yevlov announced to several participants: "We have just learned about the emergency situation in Chernigov. The enemy destroyed our underground intelligence station, and many comrades died and were captured! They are about to be captured by the Germans
Hang! Our plan to attack Chernihiv should have been leaked. What should we do now? What should we do with the rocket launch plan?"
The meeting was attended by ordinary staff officers, as well as high-level military officers such as Fomin and Yelentina. Salinchkin directly represented the officials of the Guerrilla Republic in the meeting.
Seeing that everyone else was silent, Salinchkin said resolutely: "The arrow has to be fired when it is on the string! What's more, neither the arrow nor the bow is in our hands! Comrade Yevlov, we are here to discuss these emergencies, don't
Comrade Belekov cannot hear it. The launch plan of this rocket launcher will definitely follow the original plan. I don’t think we can interfere with Belekov!”
"But! Our informants were destroyed by the Germans, and even our documents were seized."
"Now that things have happened, we can only turn grief into strength." Salinchkin adjusted his small glasses: "I want to emphasize that you said that the eyeliner was damaged, which is wrong! If we really didn't
You are an informant, how did you receive this telegram? In fact, there are still some comrades who escaped this disaster, and they will continue to be informants! As for the so-called intelligence leakage, it doesn’t matter now!”
"Comrade Salinchkin is right!" Fomin echoed: "Our comrades in Chernihiv were killed. The work of these underground espionage personnel determines the danger of their environment. They sacrificed their lives
! Their sacrifice will not be in vain! We will take revenge with rocket launchers!"
Fomin's attitude was very clear, which really made Yevlov think a lot. It seems that this man no longer talks about rocket launchers hurting innocent people, and he has become a staunch supporter of Feiyu rocket launchers in actual combat.
Yevlov looked at everyone and stood up slowly: "This way we have no objections. No one can interfere with Berekov's actions! After daybreak, let's wait for the news!"
There is no need to report this urgent telegram to the frontline troops. Indeed, this matter will not become a constraint at all.
Yang Mingzhi's night was very stable.
After it started to get dark that day, the soldiers in the Slavtich ruins began to carry the Feiyu rocket launchers out of the forest and arranged them one by one. Two of them were even loaded on the launcher in advance.
Thin morning mist filled the forest, the temperature was quite cold, and the soldiers' clothes and even their tents were moistened by dew. After experiencing the war, the soldiers didn't care about the moisture at all. They stood up one after another to the sound of the bugle, and first there was a burst of fighting.
Feeling depressed that I could no longer sleep peacefully, I started to organize my equipment.
According to the plan, the troops were withdrawn in batches. Before the withdrawal, everyone had to witness the launch of rocket launchers.
Yang Mingzhi immediately regained his spirits after waking up. He simply ate some baked potatoes, and then headed straight towards the ruins of the city with his guards and all the officers and men of the reconnaissance battalion.
It was already 8:30 in the morning when he arrived. The rising sun made the clouds and fog dissipate, and the majestic appearance of the two rocket launchers also appeared in front of his eyes.
Yang Mingzhi ran in a hurry and was very satisfied with everything in front of him.
At this moment, most of the officers and soldiers of the Second Regiment gathered on the ruins. These two thousand people were sworn to be witnesses. They were by no means mere spectators, but also the executors of the launch.
Lavrenti and Yevgeny were already waiting for the commander.
Seeing the arrival of the commander, Lavrenti saluted and said: "Report to Comrade Commander! The Feiyu rocket launcher system has been debugged by Zhu Yuan. Please give instructions!"
"The ceremony is over! Now it's my turn to take a look for myself!"