Natasha continued: "Speaking of which, the commander once told me that one day our Red Army troops will be fully mechanized. What does this mean? It means that in future operations, we will not need to march on foot at all. That will be fully mechanized.
In an era when tanks and armored personnel carriers are popularized, our combat effectiveness will be unprecedented."
"Kid, this is such a luxury!" Igor shook his head.
"What, you don't believe it?"
"I believe it! Since this is what the commander said, of course I believe it. Perhaps some of our troops have begun to be organized according to such standards. If most of our troops are like this, I am afraid that this war will be over in a few months.
It can end with our victory.”
"Yes!" Drodchenko looked up at the sky slightly and muttered: "I really don't know if it can be realized soon. Once it is realized, the enemy will be defeated quickly by us! I really hope the war will end soon, I really
I don’t want to fight anymore.”
"Alas, we can only fantasize." Female soldier Talakova said regretfully: "To truly end this war, we all need to do our best. We cannot rely on some unrealistic fantasies. Victory can only be achieved by
It's up to us to fight for it. You see, our going to the battlefield is a small step for the victory of the anti-fascist war for the country and the world, but of course it is also an important step."
"Hehe! What you said is really grand."
The little face of the female soldier Talakova flushed slightly. After all, she was also a fourteen-year-old girl. She was also a little shy to repeat these adults' propaganda.
But these words are indeed the truth, and they are the reasons for the little warriors to fight.
Natasha was happy in her heart and continued to think: "We should believe what the commander said. I remember the commander once told me that there would be three years at most. By this month of 1945, this war with almost no hope, after all, our country
A total victory."
"Three more years?! Oops, it's really a long time." Drochenko scratched his head, holding his little head, "I will be seventeen years old in three years, and I still have to continue my studies. Do I have to be twenty?"
How old can I graduate from school? Maybe, I will die in a battle."
Her head was suddenly patted.
"Ouch. What are you doing?!"
"You idiot, what unlucky words are you talking about?!"
Since she was her friend, Talakova went straight to silence the unlucky bird.
Natasha looked at the people sitting in the carriage again. Maybe they were not afraid of death, and maybe they didn't have much idea about sudden death in battle.
The girls chatted. They did not talk about death anymore. Instead, they assumed that 1945, three years later, was the year of victory and talked about the days after victory. Although they were young girls, they still had it in their minds.
Think of your future marriage, because in four years, the legally permitted age for marriage will be reached.
The marriage age stipulated in the Soviet Union was eighteen years old for both men and women, that is, the standard for adulthood was the standard for marriage.
Drodchenko had forgotten her headache, and she muttered: "In September 1945, I will be eighteen years old. Maybe I can continue to go to school at that time, and even find a boy I like, and then I will
Just marry him. We lost a lot of people in this war, and I will have to have a lot of children by then. This is my responsibility."
"Hey, it all depends on the ability of your future husband!" Talakova's joke made many people laugh.
Drodchenko was not angry. She suddenly asked her instructor: "Comrade Spiroskina, on the day of victory, will you marry our Kharkiv battalion commander?"
Natasha was stunned, how should I put this? She did have some affection for that boy, but now talking about life after victory, isn't it too extravagant?
She responded hesitantly: "First of all, we must survive until Victory Day! When that day comes, I think I will! I know that guy really likes me, and we are old comrades in arms. But before getting married, I must
I have to finish my last school year. I’m still a ninth-grade student!”
These little warriors are actually students in grades seven to nine. The war forced these children who should have been in the ivory tower to become warriors who defended the country.
However, thanks to the Soviet Union's emphasis on military affairs, these children all joined the "Lenin's Young Pioneers" with a certain military flavor when they were in school. Until now, the young soldiers in the youth camp basically wear a red scarf around their necks. Regardless of whether it is or not
Voluntarily, as long as they are drafted, they must report to the youth camp. Now is the time to implement the oath made in the face of the red flag!
These jokes and discussions made the tense march a little more lively. Everyone was obviously going to the battlefield, and the nervousness before the battle was relieved a little.
The only thing that won't be relaxed is everyone's feet and muscles all over the body.
Natasha has been enduring. She is a true Soviet hero, and her pride as a hero prevents her from getting on the carriage. Even though most of her load has been thrown on the carriage, the long march still seriously weakened her
physical strength.
The troops continued to march until four o'clock in the afternoon. When the time was up, Balzen ordered the entire army to camp!
The soldiers, who had been highly nervous for several hours, felt as if they were deflated after hearing the news. They did not set up camp immediately, but sat down to rest.
Some people took off their shoes, untied their leggings, and some even took off their coats to scratch their itches.
Some soldiers had blisters on the soles of their feet. After the soles of their feet were completely exposed, they tried to use the tip of a dagger to scratch the blisters. Such soldiers accounted for a large proportion. Balzen witnessed all this, and this had never happened before.
Strange things happened.
"It's so bad! How come there are so many people with worn out feet?!"
"Why do you think it is?" Yevgeny came over, "In previous battles, we have never carried so much equipment. Under your wise command, we marched from morning to now. Before everyone collapsed from fatigue, the soles of our feet were the first to protest.
!Besides, look at those shirtless people again!"
Yevgeny casually raised his finger and pointed at a soldier. They took off their coats because it was too hot. Because these soldiers were all white, their whole bodies were flushed in the heat. However, the reddest thing was their shoulders, where there were two serious wounds.
of blood marks.
Balzen was shocked: "I know it must have been caused by the backpack strap. This kind of situation existed in the past, but it was not so serious."
"Yes! Maybe every soldier is like this!" Yevgeny shook his head: "Fortunately, everyone stopped to rest! If we really reached the goal in one day, maybe everyone would try their best, just like the one who died of exhaustion
In the warrior marathon, we will also pay a heavy price after reaching the goal. The price is not that some people will die of exhaustion, but that many soldiers will lose their combat effectiveness due to excessive fatigue. This is actually no different from dying of exhaustion!"
Yevgeny's words were very pertinent. Balzen took off his helmet and military cap, and the top of his head was also wet.
"It seems that my eagerness for quick success is indeed wrong. If the soldiers are made sick by my orders, the operation will not be able to proceed according to the planned plan. For this reason, I will definitely go to the military court, and maybe even sentenced
I'll die!"
"It's good that you know!" Yevgeny patted his comrade on the shoulder, "That's why the commander asked me to give you some advice."
"Thank you very much."
"It doesn't matter. Now let's see where Klavsky is. He should come to our regiment headquarters!"
So, where did Klavsky go? He did not report to the regiment headquarters immediately after the troops stopped. After a simple search, the soldier was brought to the camp on a stretcher.
"Ah! What's going on with you? Are you exhausted?" Balzen was greatly surprised. He noticed that the camper looked haggard and worried.
"What the hell, I actually sprained my ankle! There aren't many soldiers with sprained ankles in the whole army, but I, the battalion commander, got hit! And it's very bad. My injuries are quite serious!"
"Very serious?!" Yevgeny lifted the blanket covering him and saw edema on his right ankle. "Klavsky, I think you may no longer be able to participate in this battle."
"What? Although I am injured, it does not prevent me from commanding the troops! Besides, I will be on the front line soon, so I am going back with such regret?"
"Do you have any other choice? What you need now is not ordinary treatment. The military doctors accompanying the army cannot cure you. Besides, I think you will soon have a fever due to inflammation. Your
The troop commander must be replaced by someone else! As for you, it’s best to return now!”
"Damn it!" Klavsky gritted his teeth and quickly hammered down the wooden pole of the stretcher. What else could he do? He could only retreat.
Therefore, he, the deputy commander, no longer served as the commander of the dispatched troops, and the command was returned to the full-time battalion commander Voroshitin. This Voroshitin was the one who led the troops to welcome the return of the victorious Yang Mingzhi in early May.