Holding the telegraph newspaper, Roshakov sighed: "Haha, the commander actually asked them to charge into the battle?!"
"What did the commander say?" Lavrenti asked anxiously.
"Take a look. Then let Balzen take a look."
Lavrenti and Balzen scanned the contents of the document. In addition to some requirements for tomorrow's battle, the command particularly emphasized the usefulness of the Romanians in the last part.
Balzen couldn't help but be happy: "If they can really charge into the battle to attack the Germans, I admit that they sincerely join our army. I am also worried that they will suddenly switch sides when they reach the enemy's position."
"Who knows, I will talk to that Brimayo personally about this matter. Everything will be done according to the commander's orders."
At the same time, all Romanians were under guard. They did not know why the Soviet army suddenly changed their attitude, and they all speculated that it was difficult for their identities to be recognized by the Soviet army.
In addition to being strictly guarded, the Romanians ate and drank around the bonfire in the morning sun. They were ordered not to go back until they were full. They were tired and did not worry about anything. They were even grateful that they could rest on the spot around the bonfire.
Only Brimayo was very worried about his future. Looking at his brothers, he cursed: "The Russians are not good after all. Their central officers are really cunning. We are so pitiful."
While Brimayo was staring at the campfire in a daze, two messengers hurried over.
"Romanian officers, stand up!"
"I...I'm here." Throwing away the half-smoked Mahesh cigarette, Brimayu stood up straight, "What do you want from me?"
"Stop talking nonsense, follow us to the headquarters immediately."
The orderly soldier's attitude was very bad, which made Brimayou feel uneasy. On the way to the Soviet frontline headquarters, he also noticed a large number of soldiers being mobilized, as well as the transportation of ammunition and supplies.
The Soviet soldiers did not take a good rest, but instead tidied up their own housekeeping. He even saw many soldiers dismantling their guns and carefully wiping the parts. Wouldn't the Soviet army have any military operations tomorrow? This is the case, and any speculation is meaningless. Su
The army plans to attack the men of the German 805th Division tomorrow.
In this way, Brimayu was even more worried. He had no idea what the Soviet commander wanted.
After a while, he arrived at the headquarters. The only distinguished person here was the frontline commander of the Soviet army here - Roshakov.
"Haha, you're here."
"Sir, I'm here. What do you think of us Romanians? Say it generously."
"Haha, you are very arrogant." Rosakov sighed slightly: "Just now, our group army commander issued an order, and you, a foreigner, guessed everything. Yes, our army will launch an attack tomorrow."
Roshakov paused deliberately when he said this. He was just looking at Brimayo's expression, and he never thought that this guy's expression didn't change.
"Huh? You're not surprised?"
"Why are you surprised? You Soviet soldiers are reorganizing the house on a large scale. The soldiers sitting around the campfire are taking the time to clean the barrels of their guns and check the ammunition. Do you think we are fools? After all, I am also the regiment commander. I know what this means.
What."
Roshakov nodded deeply: "Since you know everything, I won't talk nonsense. Our commander gave the order to the Romanians. Tomorrow, the Soviet army will launch fierce artillery preparations for the final battle of the German army.
, including the artillery shells you brought today. After preparing the artillery fire, you Romanians will take the lead. I will arm you now, each with a gun, and go tomorrow to test whether the Germans have been killed by us."
"My God! You..."
"You are finally shocked!" Roshakov said with a sullen face, "No matter what you want to say, I don't have time to listen. You go back first, and soon we will arm you and give the Romanians, including you,
Distribute firearms, as for ammunition, we will discuss it tomorrow."
…
Originally, Brimayo was willing to attack the Germans, but not in this way. He was eager for the Soviet army to recognize that his troops belonged to the same camp, but he did not expect that a near-death operation would be needed as a certificate of surrender.
The Soviet commander ordered him to take him back to the camp. The Romanians were in an uproar. After being surprised for a while, everyone became quiet again. They were all rational and accepted this fact helplessly. However, the action would be very dangerous.
Who would believe that the German army would be completely wiped out after the bombardment? As long as a few machine gunners are alive, it is extremely easy to kill the soldiers advancing in the skirmish line like mowing grass.
Many Romanians were so worried about their future that they could not sleep that night, especially when they were holding on to the captured Mauser rifles issued by the Soviet army.
This night, some Soviet soldiers also did not rest.
They are the artillery of the Soviet army, and the strength of Doronin's artillery unit has been greatly strengthened. The shell casings of the Romanian howitzers were pulled back to the arsenal, and the Soviet army forcibly reloaded them. The performance of the reloaded shells was greatly reduced, at least it could still be used.
Firing. In this way, plus the captured artillery shells that were transported and the artillery shells that had not been fired before, the 75 mm artillery shells prepared by the Soviet army actually reached 900 rounds!
Different shells are supplied to different guns. For example, there are only five German field guns, each of which has more than 150 shells. The nine Romanian guns only have 20 shells.
The lethality of the 75mm gun is weak. The heavy weapon of the Soviet army is the catfish rocket launcher, but there are not many of them. Its performance determines that it is more suitable for accurately striking important targets and carrying out large-scale bombings, which is really difficult to deal with the limited production capacity of the arsenal.
Very wasteful.
The Soviet artillery quietly moved its artillery positions at night, and the Soviet scouts also ambush in the forest, fearing that the Germans would see what was happening.
In this era, there was no artillery sighting radar for detecting local artillery positions. The new artillery positions built by the Soviet army were difficult for the Germans to find even after being bombed. Therefore, the German artillery counterattacks were almost negligible.
The biggest feature of Belarus in summer is that the sun rises very early on sunny days.
Doronin had no sleep all night. He smoked a cigarette and looked up at the increasingly blue sky. He couldn't help but think of a whole year ago.
He said to himself: "This time, it is our artillery that shows its prowess again. Germans, you should not come to the Soviet Union. This is not your blessed land. Your flesh and blood will be turned into fragments to nourish the Soviet Union's vegetation..."
No soldier would pay attention to his regiment commander, sighing like a poet, or even caring about his personal military appearance. Many artillery soldiers were carrying artillery shells, pushing and pulling artillery wheels, and took off their coats one after another, revealing that they were full of
Their upper bodies were sweaty and hairy. And because they hadn’t taken a shower for a long time, everyone could easily rub out mud, and their whole bodies exuded the unpleasant smell of sweat and gunpowder smoke. They didn’t feel at all that their image and pungent smell would make women nauseous, maybe
It's simply because I'm completely used to it.
Before the sun rose, the artillerymen were ready to fire.
The firing of the fourteen artillery positions has been completed, and according to the order, each gun will fire a total of 500 shells. The five rocket launchers have been set up, and a total of 30 shells will be fired (forty shells are stored).
Seeing that the east is gradually turning yellow, the first ray of sunshine on July 12th will shine on the earth. Soon, the sunshine will cause thick morning fog to rise from the forest and the Dnieper River. Only when the fog dissipates, the time for the bombardment will come.
The troops still have to wait for the last three hours.
So, what should we do? Sleep?
No, all the infantry soldiers woke up, even the soldiers of the parachute brigade ambushing east of the German position.
Doronin soon received a plain language communication from the frontline commander Rosakov: "Now, I am leading all the infantry to advance to the edge of the dense woods. Artillery regiment, please be ready for battle."