After such a toss by the Ukrainian puppet army, a large number of casualties occurred in the entire city of Chernihiv.
Starting at two o'clock in the afternoon, the whole city began to clean up the corpses! Most of the dead were women and middle-aged and elderly people, and there were also some children.
The German soldiers dragged the bloodless corpses and threw them all on the trucks. The corpses ended up in mass graves. However, there were too many dead this time, so the German soldiers had to dig a large number of large pits themselves.
In addition to the dead, there were also many injured.
After this chaos, Hendryson worriedly believed that the reputation of the German army here was in jeopardy. He did not want to be a butcher who massacred peaceful residents. He boasted that he had executed only guerrillas in the past few months. However, this time, he
His honor was betrayed by his own friendly forces!
He originally planned to have lunch with his subordinates, but now he ate a piece of bread and met in his office the initiator of the massacre of civilians, the head of the Ukrainian Police Corps.
This is a tall, middle-aged man with a clean beard. Hendryson had no good impression of this man named Shevchenko. He took the initiative to stand up after the German army occupied this place and offered to serve Germany.
, Hendrickson looked down upon this kind of flattery. What's more, this guy quickly changed his look. He trimmed his beard and only left a sanitary beard on his upper lip. This was clearly imitating the head of state! And
His knowledge of German is also a huge advantage.
This man was quickly recognized by his superiors, but Hendrickson despised him from the bottom of his heart when he was associated with such a person.
This time, this Shevchenko completely angered him.
"You are a fool! I ordered all the troops to control the situation and take drastic measures! And you? You are killing people in the street! You are wearing the uniform of a German soldier and your beard. Since you are willing to serve Germany,
Then really be like the German army! Instead of being a bandit!"
Shevchenko was not afraid at all. He explained in rough German: "We are not destroying civilians, they are guerrillas! There are many guerrillas in this city. They usually hide deeply, but when chaos occurs, they are exposed.
Is there any better chance to eliminate them than today?"
"Nonsense! You are killing civilians!"
"Civilians?" Shevchenko smiled disdainfully and continued: "You should face today's matter head-on! We should kill those guerrillas who are going to be executed at night instead of hanging them in public! Now
Well, those guys who were hiding took advantage of the chaos and snatched away those who had not yet been hanged! Where are your German soldiers? They were frightened by the fleeing crowd, and most of them fled at once. Only we were on the square to fight against those
Guerrilla shooting!
Now, what else do you want to accuse me of? I must explain to you once again that my allegiance is to Ukraine, and it is my unshirkable responsibility to clean up the garbage in Ukraine! If you are convinced that I am wrong, then report it to my superior!
goodbye!"
After that, Shevchenko turned around and left without giving Hendryson any face, which left Hendryson at a loss for a moment.
He was stunned for a while and then got furious in the office: "This damn Ukrainian! I'm going to sue him! This man's loyalty to Germany is questionable! Either he gets out of Chernihiv, or I leave!"
When the division commander got angry, none of the staff members dared to comfort him. Only the chief of staff was more shameless, and he was mentally prepared to be scolded, and comforted him: "Your Excellency, division commander! Why do you have to be angry with a stupid Ukrainian! Sooner or later, you will be scolded."
One day that man will lose his life because of his arrogance towards Germany. I think you'd better take charge of the overall situation immediately, we still have a lot of mess to solve!"
Hendrickson looked at Schmidt angrily, but he did not curse after all. He took a deep breath, restrained his emotions and said: "Okay! We still have to count the casualties and the loss of the granary. We also have to appease the citizens.
Declare to them that the army was shooting at the guerrillas, and the civilian casualties were accidental injuries! I think you know what I mean."
"Yes! I understand! You'd better take a rest first and I'll take care of everything."
"Then it's all up to you!" Hendryson shook his head, left his subordinates, and went to his bedroom in the division headquarters to try to stay out of sight and out of mind.
The current deputy division commander of the German 634th Division personally directed the aftermath at the grassroots level, while the chief of staff made plans and waited for the constantly updated statistical data to be reported.
As of 5 p.m., the number of deaths reported to the German division headquarters was as high as 909. Worse, after preliminary investigation, those who died directly from suspected rocket bombardments accounted for only 20% of the dead. In the chaos,
Fifty-two soldiers died, and the rest were civilians.
The number of injured was even more astonishing, with 72 injured soldiers and 1,502 injured civilians!
At this point, in order for the German army to stabilize their prestige among the citizens, blind toughness can only force all citizens to become guerrillas. Therefore, the chief of staff took it upon himself to order military drugs to be used on civilians. Originally, he only received wounded soldiers.
Military hospitals are now filled with injured citizens.
These casualty statistics mainly come from military hospitals. Because of the chaos, real guerrillas can easily sneak in pretending to be wounded and snoop on some information smoothly.
In the city, the guerrillas seemed to disappear without a trace. At a moment when the German army was unaware, they were exchanging information with each other via radio.
At 2:30 in the afternoon, the resistance organization finally sent the first telegram to the guerrilla republic. The content was very simple: "City, explosion, ten times."
There were only a few words in total, and at the end was a special phrase code, proving that the telegram came from Chernihiv.
The telegraph operator here in Blacksmith Village knew very well what these phrases meant. Alexeyev, the communications squad leader, personally ran to the big office and reported to the officers who were waiting for the news: "Report to Comrade Commander! Urgent telegram from Chernigov
!Commander, he succeeded, all our rocket launchers hit that city!"
"He really succeeded!" Yevlov jumped up excitedly.
Fuming, who was sitting there, was also very happy. He quickly asked: "What else is on the telegram? The bombing was successful. How many results have we achieved? Where are the casualties?"
"Yes! Alexeyev, give me the telegram!"
Yevlov grabbed the message expectantly. He was very surprised that there were only a few simple words on the paper.
"That's it? What details didn't they send?"
"No! Indeed no!"
"Then continue to monitor? There must be a lot of telegrams waiting to be sent to Chernigov!"
Yevlov's conjecture was very correct. He, Fomin and others continued to stay, but everyone was on pins and needles, full of expectations and uneasiness about the future telegram.
Until Alexeyev sent a new telegram, the entire command headquarters exploded!
"It's unbelievable. There are more than a thousand casualties! Our rocket launchers still have conventional warheads! How is this possible?" Yevlov, who was holding the telegram, shivered in shock. "Did the rocket launcher hit the enemy's ammunition depot? It must have been.
This way! Only by committing suicide can we kill so many people!"
Compared with his shock, Fumin's mentality was more complicated. He said harshly to Yevlov: "This is the necessary sacrifice you said! Our rocket launchers are too powerful! Ten of them can cause damage."
Such killings? It’s unbelievable that we still massacred Soviet citizens!”
Yevlov rolled his eyes at him = "Dear Comrade Fomin, we have no reason to argue about these things anymore! I think Comrade Salinchkin also knows about these telegrams, and he will definitely come to discuss with us. Besides,
Now, we can continue to harvest new telegrams!"
Almost all the new telegrams were revised, and the number of casualties was also updated. Soon, the command headquarters fully understood the source of the casualties, which was really unexpected.
Yevlov sighed: "What a coincidence! They gathered the citizens to kill our guerrilla fighters in public. As a result, our rocket launchers quickly caused chaos in the city. In order to control the situation, the Germans actually blocked the intersection and killed people everywhere.
.Chernigov may already be a hell on earth!”
Seeing this situation, Fuming no longer claimed that the rockets had injured innocent people, but bared his teeth and cursed secretly: "These damn Germans, they have one more evidence of guilt!"
Yevlov nodded with satisfaction: "These are the invaders. They can do any kind of evil things. In addition to the casualties, we also know that the enemy's grain warehouse was blown up. This should be considered the most meaningful thing."
Results of the battle. Now that we know what exactly happened in Chernihiv, it is time to report to our commander the success of the Exocet rocket launcher."
"Then send a telegram!" Fomin suddenly thought that most of the frontline troops should have withdrawn to Misi Ferry. He asked: "Where is Comrade Berekov now? He should not be in Slavtich anymore.
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"Who knows?" Yevlov shook his head. "The speed of our offensive troops is the fastest in the Soviet Union. Maybe Belekov has already crossed the river. It's really annoying. That guy didn't give up for several hours.