Little Warmansky was covered in sweat. He really wanted to know what the German transport team was transporting.
After meeting up with Peronisky on the battlefield, he went straight to the German camp in person.
The two of them walked side by side on the smoky battlefield, surrounded by their subordinates who were cleaning the battlefield. Sporadic gunfire still existed, but it did not affect the elegance of the two at all.
"Please report that the number of people in this transport team may be a thousand, no less than 800. We did not escape a single enemy. This time the first regiment of my independent regiment was broken up and made a great contribution!" Perrault
Nisky was so proud of himself, his excitement was written directly on his face.
Warmansky Jr. echoed: "Congratulations! My cavalry battalion has also made great contributions. I think after this battle is over, I will have to add another medal to my chest."
"Oh? Really? I saw that you have already worn the Order of the Red Banner. Is it possible to give you the Order of Lenin again?"
"No! It's a brand new medal, the Patriotic War Medal."
"This is a brand new medal, I have never heard of it."
"I also heard rumors from others that the country released this new medal to commend soldiers who made outstanding contributions in this war. Well, we won't talk much about medals. I really want to know what the German army transported.
.If there are a lot of bread cubes, hahaha. Now, bread is more practical than medals."
Looking at him, Peronsky also laughed wildly.
All the soldiers fought such a victorious battle, and their physical strength was a little serious. Peronisky was also praying, hoping to find a large amount of canned meat and bread cubes, so that the soldiers could have a good meal.
When the two reached the German camp, the Soviet soldiers had already firmly controlled the place.
The carriages were displayed in various directions, and the four huge 75mm field guns were exciting. A large number of German corpses and horse corpses were dumped on the blackened grassland. Faced with a large number of army horses that died in the war, Little Warman
Ski felt sad.
"Huh? My dear Davarich, are you sighing?" asked Peronisky.
"Yes, these horses could have been used by me, but they died."
"They are indeed dead, and the meat is still edible. Okay, let's see what the German army transported. Guards, hey, it's you, cut the canvas of this carriage for me!"
"Follow your orders! Comrade Commander!" More than a dozen soldiers shouted in unison, then pulled out their daggers and struggled to cut through the thick gray canvas and the oiled cables used for reinforcement.
The true face of the carriage cargo in Lushan was revealed to everyone. It was a large number of neatly arranged wooden boxes. The German text on them was confusing, and the number "7.92mm" painted on them made it easy to understand what was inside without opening the boxes.
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"It looks like the bullets are made in Germany. What do you think? Comrade Warmansky?"
"I think it's also a bullet."
"Then let's open the box. Some of my troops are equipped with Mauser ammunition, especially machine guns. It's time to replenish ammunition."
Peronisky gave an order, and several soldiers took down a wooden box. After struggling to pry it open, they saw that the box was full of bullet belts wrapped in oil paper. The dagger cut through the oil paper, and there was a metal box inside. The soldiers easily opened it.
The mechanism used to open the box revealed a large number of neatly stacked Mauser rifle cartridges, with five rounds strung on the bridge clip!
"Haha, the Germans are really rigorous. Compared with the ammunition we dropped from the air, their ammunition packaging actually has a layer of oil paper, which is rigorous and easy to open." Peronisky couldn't help but admire it.
The Soviet army began to comprehensively inspect the German supplies, and the results of the inspection were not surprising. The soldiers found a lot of black bread cubes. Judging from their fluffiness, they had been baked recently.
Brown bread originally has a sour taste, which is intentional. Its taste is sweet and salty, but if it is stored in a humid environment, the taste will definitely deteriorate. After discovering a large number of bread cubes, Peronisky immediately ordered the bread to be removed.
The food was divided, and almost every soldier got a piece.
The soldiers have checked more than 40 carriages, and the supplies in them are not only food but bullets. There are still more than 50 carriages left, which should be comparable to others.
All the corpses in the German camp were removed, and the German corpses were piled together, while the Soviet corpses were buried on the spot and marked on the map. The majority of Soviet soldiers stayed in this camp, eating captured bread and resting their bodies.
The large troops of the cavalry battalion came on horseback. They arrived late and were greeted with a piece of bread.
Peronisky was shocked by the large amount of food transported by the German army this time, but there was nothing wrong with it if he thought about it carefully. This unit was delivering supplies to the regiment dispatched by the German 805th Division. They had more than 2,000 troops and transported a lot of food.
It should be able to feed two thousand people for several days.
There are still dozens of carriages that have not been inspected, and there may be a large amount of food. When he thinks of this, Peronisky feels happy. He can get so much military food by himself. Not only will the food supply of the independent regiment not have to worry about logistics, but it can even be distributed.
Sending food to friendly forces! As long as you do this, isn't it also a meritorious service?
Little Warmansky didn't intend to keep talking face to face with Peronisky. He stood up suddenly and said: "I'm back from the cavalry, and I have to lecture them after they have breakfast."
Peronisky nodded: "In that case, you go ahead. After I finish eating the bread, I have to report our army's victory to the headquarters."
Warmansky Jr. indeed went to reorganize his troops, but when he noticed the enemy coming to pull the artillery, he knew that there must be artillery shells among these supplies. Especially the appearance of those artillery pieces, they looked like those captured by our own side during the battle in January.
They are almost identical. Could it be that they are the same model?! In this way, after the ammunition is seized, can the artillery regiment use it immediately?!
He simply took a dozen people with him and rode to the carriage at the back. "Brothers, I suspect these carriages are pulling these artillery shells. Open it for me immediately and take a look."
"Yes! Comrade Battalion Commander!"
The cavalry soldiers were very capable in their work. They opened the canvas and revealed a larger box. Then the soldiers pried open the wooden box and the cannonballs appeared!
A wooden box contains five artillery shells side by side. Judging from the text on it, they are 75mm shells.
Little Warmansky was not very touched. He smiled slightly and said to his subordinates: "Comrades, we have found a treasure. You should quickly ride your horse and go to inform the leader of the independent regiment about the shells."
The cavalry battalion began counting these boxes before the independent regiment. Thanks to the orderly stacking of the German troops, the cavalry's counting was very fast.
It was determined that there were five carriages carrying artillery shells, each carrying forty wooden boxes.
On the other hand, the cavalry quickly ran to Peronisky's regiment headquarters and shouted directly: "Comrade commander? Where are you?"
"I'm here." Peronsky stood up and walked over.
"Ah! Comrade commander, our battalion commander sent us to send a message that we found a large number of artillery shells in the carriage behind. The battalion commander hopes that you will go and take a look immediately."
"There are still cannonballs? Okay, I'll go right away."
Peronisky was not too surprised. The four German field guns were standing there. It was normal for the transported materials to have accompanying shells. But how many shells could there be? Could it be that the German army transported thousands of shells?
?!
He hurried to Little Warmansky and got a very direct answer.
"There will be no less than a thousand artillery shells. Judging from the shape, they can be handed over to the artillery regiment for use immediately."
"Ah?!" Peronisky was really shocked now.
Little Warmansky continued to smile: "Dear Davarich, I think we have to pull back all the artillery shells and artillery quickly. As long as we act quickly, the people of the German 805th Division will be bombed again this afternoon.