"Forget it!" Yevlov dismissed Fomin, "Since the Germans can fight under artillery fire, it shows that this group of people fights completely. They are not the 707th Division or the 722nd Division at all. They dare to fight
A tough troop!"
"However, they are also human beings, and they will be vulnerable at times. Now our friendly forces have begun large-scale attacks. Soon, Gomel Oblast will be in flames, and a huge battle is underway. Not only do we have to
To deal with the current enemy with the minimum cost of casualties, we must also start a counterattack."
"What? Counterattack? Where to counterattack? Attack Mozyr? Or Gomel?"
"I do not know right now!"
"That's enough!" Yang Mingzhi stamped his feet fiercely, "I am the commander, everyone listens to me! Comrade Fuming, I thought about it and persuaded the enemy to surrender. There is operational value. I tell you clearly, I regret very much now.
Shark rocket launchers are used to bomb Loyev. If I still have fifty shark rockets, the problem at hand will not be a problem at all. But we still have alternatives, although the number is not large, and we can make up a few by piecing together the materials.
The fuel-air warhead is a trump card against enemies digging pits.
Comrade Fuming, the troops will do what you want. It would be best if the persuasion to surrender is successful. Failure to do so will also delay time. I will now order the chemical laboratory to step up the production of hydrazine nitrate, and the arsenal to step up the production of cloud explosive warheads."
Yevlov asked: "New warheads? How many can we make? If we still have a large inventory of Shark rockets, the current troubles will not exist."
"I hope the arsenal can create a miracle for us."
New orders were sent to the front line at noon.
The temperature rose above 25 degrees Celsius. Thousands of Soviet soldiers sat in their ambush, gnawing bread cubes and drinking water. The gentle south wind blew the earth, and the broad-leafed birch trees rustled. If so
In peacetime, this is a wonderful place for camping.
But there was no joy on the faces of the soldiers. The battle encountered resistance. How will the next battle be? The majority of soldiers are not afraid of sacrifice. Everyone is thinking about how to completely annihilate the invaders. Each soldier eats with a numb face, or continues
Check your weapons and equipment.
If their superiors ordered them to launch the Ula Charge, no one would choose to retreat. They would never retreat, because the grassroots company commanders had regarded the unauthorized retreat of the Second Battalion of the 1st Regiment of the 284th Division in the morning as a shame. Who wants to learn from their cowardly behavior?
? The answer is no.
The morale of the Soviet army did not drop. On the contrary, under the instigation of grassroots officers and political commissars, the soldiers were eager to fight.
Roshakov and other senior officers were very happy to see the fighting enthusiasm of their subordinates. They received the order from the command headquarters and were surprised by the content of the order.
"Incredible! The commander actually tried to persuade the Germans to surrender. How could the Germans surrender?" Rosakov was deeply puzzled.
The document was handed over to other officers, and everyone was very suspicious. As a last resort, the troops had to confirm it with the headquarters. Taking advantage of the opportunity of contact, the officers began to discuss it again.
"Is it possible that the commander has any other plans, so our attempt to persuade him to surrender is just to delay time?" Yevgeny asked.
Lavrenti pointed at the German positions and sighed: "Who knows. All I know is that I hope the Germans will surrender unless they are really pushed into a desperate situation. You see, if they want to retreat, they can retreat now."
"Only the commander himself knows. Trust the commander, we should execute the order."
Lavrenti pursed his lips and said: "I don't think so. If you think this matter is feasible, how about you go and persuade him to surrender?"
"Me?!" Immediately, Yevgeny also flinched a little.
"It's you. Since we want to persuade you to surrender, we have to send a reliable officer. I can't do it anyway. If you think you can, just go and try."
To be honest, Yevgeny didn't want to take risks, who knew what the Germans might do.
He remained silent for a while, but after a while, Rosakov invited all the senior officers to a meeting.
Roshakov received confirmation from Yang Mingzhi that the troops were going to persuade them to surrender in the afternoon. Of course, the command's plan to stall for time was also true.
Looking at everyone, Roshakov sighed: "The commander has decided that we will send people to persuade them to surrender. This is an order that must be carried out. Let's pick people now. The commander said that those German soldiers are not shameless bastards.
They don’t know how to use black guns. Their commander’s military rank is not low, and we also need to send someone with a higher military rank. Everyone, let’s see who goes.”
"I'll go!" Yevgeny raised his hand without hesitation.
His action was very straightforward, which surprised others. Balzen cherished his comrade and immediately pulled down his raised arm: "Are you crazy? Why don't the Germans know how to shoot black guns? Do you believe they are gentlemen?"
"But, someone must go. When the commander was still the company commander, I was his platoon commander. You can doubt the commander's orders, but I cannot have any doubts. That's it."
"Okay! But what if the enemy is cheating? What if they hold you hostage?"
Balzen's words really stopped Yevgeny, and the atmosphere suddenly became delicate.
The possibility of being taken hostage is not impossible. Yevgeny thought for a while and said righteously: "If I become a hostage, don't be afraid. Just treat me as a sacrifice and the war will continue. Of course, I can't really
Go away unarmed."
Therefore, Yevgeny decided that all those involved in persuading surrender should stuff two grenades in their clothes and hang them on the drawstrings. If the last resort was necessary, they would die without being humiliated.
His crazy behavior was admirable and no one said anything.
The meeting went very smoothly. The representative for persuading surrender was the deputy commander Yevgeny, and the translator was Misha, the communications soldier under Balzen. They also sent five soldiers to serve as clerks and attendants. A white linen cloth used to clean guns was made.
It became a white flag.
When everything was ready, Yevgeny looked at the expectant eyes of his comrades on the left and right. He swallowed deeply and said: "Don't worry, I will be safe. When I persuade these Germans to surrender, remember, don't give me any
Take the credit."
With a wisecrack, the tense atmosphere eased slightly. Yevgeny turned his head again and stepped resolutely through the ambush. He ordered his followers to hold high the white flag and walked towards the German position...
On the other side of the battlefield, the German soldiers were happy for their recent victory. Although they didn't know how many people the Soviet army had ambushed, wasn't their attack repulsed? Then there was nothing to worry about.
After all, this was a victory. Muller, who had just suffered a crazy shelling, breathed a sigh of relief. During the blockade, the German soldiers showed amazing combat effectiveness. Maybe this was the gap between the field troops and the rear security forces.
Muller was glad that the German positions were intact. He was not overly happy like the soldiers. The key to victory lay in the persistence of some soldiers. Those who persisted in fighting despite artillery fire were either members of the SS59 regiment or the Griffins of the 634th Division.
Group people.
As for their own troops, they also put up some resistance, but more of them were forced to huddle in the trenches one by one under the gunfire.
"Will the Soviet army continue to attack today?" Muller didn't know. He ordered his troops to have lunch and reported his own experience to his superiors. The reply to the telegram was quickly sent, and the commander of the group army had only one request - to continue to hold on.
.
This order is not only for Muller, but also for all German officers and soldiers who stand here.
Fortunately, most of the ammunition and rations were placed in the trenches. The artillery shells destroyed a small amount of baggage in the forest. Most of the supplies were only buried in the soil turned over by the bombing. After a little digging, they were still intact. Because many people died.
, the relative food reserves have increased.
Assuming that the Soviet army no longer engages in large-scale operations, the remaining food will be enough for three days. Three days is 72 hours. With such a long time, the war situation should develop in a favorable direction.
With this thought in mind, the German officers ate bread and canned food and faced the hot afternoon.
The world was quiet and the land was in chaos. Most of the German soldiers raided and renovated the trenches. They shoveled the soil out and sat in the trenches to take a nap. Only the machine gunners continued to be on duty.
Suddenly, a machine gunner saw a figure suddenly appear in the distance.
"Hey! Carl!"
"What's wrong?"
"They are Russians, Russians holding white flags." The machine gunner used the special scope of the MG34 machine gun and noticed several people holding white flags and wearing Soviet uniforms.
"Karl, go and tell the platoon leader that there is something going on on the battlefield!"