"What do you mean, let our army's only transport plane deliver supplies to the swamp to the 63rd Army?"
"Yes! I think, as far as this airdrop is concerned, this is the most cost-effective!"
"Alas!" Timoshenko sighed slightly: "It seems that you have a strong preference for that Berekov."
"No! This is for practical purposes. We also received a telegram a few days ago. They claimed to have bombarded Chernigov with a new rocket launcher. This may be them bragging, or it may be true. The man is in the swamp.
, you can do anything crazy!
Now, we can be sure of at least two things. First, at the end of April, they took the initiative to attack Mozyr, forcing the enemy's logistics transportation to encounter huge resistance. Second, it can now be confirmed that they were the troops that severely damaged the Romanian 6th Infantry Division.
.
This so-called group army is five hundred kilometers away from us. Obviously, they are coordinating our campaign in their own way. In particular, their initiative to attack the Romanian army actually forced three German infantry divisions to move forward.
The additional troops sent in the direction of Ernigov have objectively reduced the number of enemies our army faces."
Timoshenko focused all his energy on this battle, and he really had no time to care about what happened in Kiev. In fact, what Tupikov knew was very limited.
Fortunately, the radio communication between them was smooth, and the 63rd Army could still accept orders from the Southwest Front.
Timoshenko said: "The army group led by Berekov is nominally under the command of our army, but in fact they are controlled by the guerrilla movement command. But in terms of combat effectiveness, this army is indeed elite.
It is necessary to airdrop supplies for them!"
At this point, Timoshenko simply made a compromise decision, that is, to send supplies to the besieged troops and the troops in the swamp together.
"Currently, there are eight transport planes available at the airport here. Three Li-2 transport planes are flying straight to the south of Kharkov to drop ammunition for the besieged troops. Five old-fashioned TB3 bombers, all loaded with supplies, are flying directly to a distance of 500 kilometers.
swamp. What do you think, Comrade Tupikov?”
"this……"
According to Tupikov, it was a serious risk to let the transport plane fly south of Kharkov. That area was a place where German fighter jets frequently moved, and the Soviet aircraft would be easily shot down.
This was the commander-in-chief's intention, and he didn't want to refute it. Moreover, he really didn't have the good will to talk about giving food to the besieged troops that was not cost-effective.
He pondered for a while, all his thoughts focused on the five TB3 bombers.
"Since you assigned it this way, I have no objection. What I care about now is the fate of these aircraft after they complete their missions."
"Homecoming? After the crew completed the mission, the plane transferred directly. As for those TB3 bombers, these aircraft are too backward. Just like this, we loaded the plane with supplies desperately, and after it flew over the swamp, the crew parachuted
, allowing these aircraft to glide and land. After all, our army no longer needs this kind of old aircraft. Rather than decommissioning and being dismantled, it is better to throw them into the swamp. I think our Comrade Belekov will not
It would be a waste of even one screw.”
Timoshenko's statement coincides with Tupikov's.
"This arrangement is not bad. All those TB3 bombers should have been retired. These are the last five such aircraft equipped by our front army!"
"Then it's settled. We must prepare quickly! The movement of the plane must also be quick. It's settled. The plane will take off in the early morning of tomorrow."
"So fast?!" Tupikov was shocked.
"It can't be done quickly! We don't have much time!"
"Okay! What will be transported to them will mainly be ammunition, especially a large number of rifle bullets and anti-tank ammunition. In addition, I think we need to contact the swamp immediately. After all, our Belekov must
Be prepared to receive supplies, and that man often asks for strange things."
Brother Timoshenko nodded: "Please send someone to handle this matter quickly."
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Yang Mingzhi woke up at noon on May 31.
On this day, for the soldiers currently guarding the mine, their main job was to clean up the ruins. Yang Mingzhi knew that he would not be of much use if he stayed here any longer. That afternoon, he got on his jeep and wandered back to the blacksmith.
Village headquarters.
This iron-like man had bloodshot eyes and was in a very bad state of mind. He had to brace himself to find out whether the German air raid had seriously interfered with the normal operations of the Blacksmith Village.
Interference currently exists, Yevlov vowed: "You can rest assured that the people know the heroic performance of the troops in air defense, and all the previous tension and uneasiness have disappeared. Especially in the arsenal, the workers worked overtime at night,
Three more eight-unit anti-aircraft machine guns have rolled off the production line, and this matter will also be posted in the newspaper column."
"Arsenal! They did a great job!" Yang Mingzhi stood up reluctantly, suddenly feeling dazed, he sat back down.
This frightened Yevlov.
"Berekov! Are you okay? Did you breathe too much sulfur gas in the mine and feel dizzy and uncomfortable?!"
"Absolutely...a little bit indeed! I'm really too tired! I think I'll continue to sleep for a while."
Yang Mingzhi finally fell asleep during the break at the headquarters, and the daily work of the army was entirely shouldered by Yevlov.
It is said that everything in the army is normal and the mood of the soldiers and civilians is stable. This is not entirely true. The armed supervisors are basically recruited from families who fled to the swamp. No matter how patriotic they were, many of them still died. A good person,
He was suddenly killed by a German plane. How could his family not be excited?
For the families of the deceased, the Guerrilla Republic immediately gave some condolences, namely some potatoes. Even though the condolences were very limited, at least they showed their attitude.
Belarusians are extremely patient, while Russians are purely vengeful. They are the guerrilla republican democratic entities. Hundreds of men died, and thousands of women were stimulated! They have never been sheep.
, among the majority of women, there is an impulse brewing to serve as soldiers to avenge the dead husbands and children, even though many women are already forty years old!
This kind of clarity among the people is something Sarinchkin and Yevlov like to see. They can't help but imagine that if middle-aged women are also armed one after another, wouldn't the maximum combat strength of the entire guerrilla republic be able to exceed four
Ten thousand?! Moreover, this will also be the first time that there are more soldiers than weapons!
At present, it is not appropriate to mobilize the women of the entire guerrilla republic to join the army. After all, they are responsible for more than 70% of the food planting, and their first task is to farm!
When it got dark, Yang Mingzhi woke up again, and his energy and energy recovered well. The temperature here turned cooler, so he put on a leather coat, shook himself and returned to the headquarters' main office, where he lighted a cigarette for himself leisurely.
cigarette.
This comfortable time only lasted five minutes. As a decision-maker, after his mind was completely clear, his eyes shifted to the map on the desk, and his thoughts also shifted to Zhiluobin.
The military operation against that small city had been put on the agenda, but the sudden bombing by the German army disrupted the plan. Tonight, Yevlov and Fomin gathered at the headquarters again, and the discussion on military operations continued.
It was at this moment that the telegraph room of the headquarters suddenly received an emergency telegram from the front army headquarters! Its content had already made the girls on duty break out in a sweat.