Because she saw her husband, Star Tao, who had been fighting back her fatigue, finally relaxed.
The way she kept yawning naturally attracted Yang Mingzhi's attention.
"You are too tired from work, go and take a rest."
"But, there are still so many patients."
Yang Tao really wanted to rest. Her eyes were bloodshot and her whole face was a little haggard. She wished she could find a table to lie down on her stomach and sleep for a while. There were indeed too many patients to take care of. If she left her post without permission, if there were some gossips, she would be very concerned about herself.
The reputation is not good either.
Yang Mingzhi didn't think so much: "I saw that there are still many doctors and nurses in the hospital. Even if you are missing one, it won't be a big problem. Besides, if you are really tired and get sick, the loss will be even greater. I have decided
, you follow me tonight."
"You!" Yang Tao was a little surprised, then happy. "But..."
"Nothing but, I am a general after all. I am giving you twelve hours of leave. During this time, your only task is to sleep."
Yang Mingzhi lingered in the hospital for a while and visited some of the wounded. Obviously, his speech really inspired many of the wounded.
When doctor Raslyukin returned with a group of young female nurses to collect herbs, Yang Mingzhi explained his decision and the matter of the medicines.
I saw this old guy who was over fifty years old, his weathered old face was wrinkled violently, and he laughed rarely.
Yang Mingzhi took his wife away as a matter of course, and his thick arms became his wife's steady support.
Yang Tao was already very tired, and she walked a little lightly. She hugged her husband's left arm with both hands, put her small forehead against it, and followed her husband's pace with her eyes slightly closed.
"My dear, you will be even busier tomorrow, so you must have a good rest tonight."
"Yeah. You are also very tired from commanding the battle, and you still have a strong smell of gunpowder smoke."
"I'm used to it. When I send you back to the dormitory, I will send someone to wash these clothes. I will also take a shower myself. At least the smell of sweat will not make you uncomfortable."
Yang Tao laughed loudly, "At this moment, I am really happy."
"Happiness? Me too. Cherish now, I guess the war will expand further. But I can be sure that this swamp will be the place of eternal peace."
"I believe what you say. Keep walking..."
Yang Mingzhi was not trying to please his wife. Intelligence showed that in the air battle over Lechica, the Soviet army had a good luck and seized the opportunity to strike first. A large number of German fighter planes crashed. The German air force came from the airport near Gomel, which was
The source of the aerial threat from the Guerrilla Republic, the group's air raids caused the cumulative casualties of the Guerrilla Republic to reach 3,000.
After this battle, the recent German air force suffered heavy losses, and its army's penetration attempt also failed. What else does the three major collective farms of the guerrilla republic have to worry about?
Just as history should have said, the guerrilla republic born here was indeed the one place in the occupied areas of the Soviet Union that had never been conquered by the German drama.
Because of this, this republic must shoulder its historical responsibility.
In that plane, she is just one of the largest "base areas" in the guerrilla movement, a resting and supplying place for guerrillas from all over the country.
This plane is completely different. It is not only a "base area", but also a source of active attack. All its people are soldiers. For the current war alone, its existence value is no less than that of a real group army.
Yang Mingzhi took a good bath, changed into neat clothes, wore a sea soul shirt on his upper body, and wore a pair of small glasses on his bearded face. Suddenly, he looked like a slovenly man who had just crawled out of a pile of dead people.
His image suddenly changed to that of a gentle intellectual.
He did not routinely stay at the headquarters or even stay overnight. Instead, he left early and returned to his dormitory.
My wife was already asleep. She was even snoring slightly because of overwork.
"Haha, you are really exhausted. Come on, everything will be fine."
Of course, Yang Mingzhi didn't wake her up. He took off his shoes and lay down directly on the bed. He subconsciously grabbed his wife's hand. Unexpectedly, his wife turned over in confusion and moved her arms and legs towards her, as if hugging her.
Live with a pillow...
The posture is a bit embarrassing, but Yang Mingzhi is happy in his heart. For a month, he has been directing operations and even going to the battlefield himself. The physical fatigue can be endured, but the mental torture can only be comforted by relatives.
However, happy time is always short-lived.
At five o'clock in the morning, the morning bugle sounded as usual. All the villagers who were still staying in the blacksmith village quickly got up and got into intense work.
Due to the huge loss of human resources, the people who had ended the fighting in the settlements on the right bank of the Pripet River returned to Catfish Village and Blacksmith Village. They would not be transferred to Lechica to guard in a surprise attack, but would be quickly assigned to the fields.
, because now is the potato harvest season!
Due to the severe damage to human resources caused by the war, the original potato sowing plan was completely disrupted. The delusional prospect of harvesting two crops of potatoes before the arrival of winter in April has become a delusion.
The top priority now is to harvest the mature potatoes and then forcefully plant another crop. As for how far they can grow by September, it will be a total harvest.
Thanks to previous large-scale reclamation and extensive planting, the output of ammonia, the primary raw material of fertilizer plants, is very large. Combined with the use of human and animal manure, the potato harvest is indeed amazing.
Coupled with the seizure of some grain by the troops and airdrops from superiors, the problem of food shortage did not exist at all. The existing food in the granary could even feed 60,000 people until the ice melted in 1943. Not to mention, the local
The fishery resources are quite abundant, and the catch can also be preserved.
The biggest problem is still people. Yang Mingzhi dreamed that those soldiers could be resurrected on the spot. It was precisely because of human resource problems that the problem front line captured 900 civilians who were fighting with the German army. He directly issued an order, that is,
Forgive their sins and recruit these people immediately.
Yang Mingzhi gently shook his sleeping wife awake.
"My dear, it's daytime already."
"It's...daytime already?" Yang Tao rubbed her sleepy eyes. She slept for nearly ten hours at a stretch, and her whole body felt light and airy.
"Stop dawdling, you have to return to the hospital quickly."
"Oops! Yes, yes. There is a routine bed check in the morning and I have to get up."
Yang Mingzhi looked at his wife's quick dressing movements with relief. The blood-stained white coat had been washed clean. She didn't seem to notice this, and put on the white clothes quickly. At this time, Yang Mingzhi also changed and dried it.
If you wear the military uniform and the medal, everything will be fine.
He stroked his wife's back gently: "Let's go, Comrade Berekova, the medicine will arrive in a few hours."
"Yes! Comrade Berekov." Yang Tao said also very affectionately, "Maybe the superiors sent an emergency telegram at night again."
"Then let's go and fight on our respective fronts."
Yang Mingzhi was in a good mood. After he and his wife separated, he strode towards the headquarters. It was already July 21st. Wouldn't it be nice if the superiors came for an airlift today?
He was eager to receive more favorable telegrams, and he was eager that Ponomarenko, who was far away in Moscow, could actively operate and send planes to drop the supplies directly into the swamp, so there would be no need to send people to Lechica for transshipment.
He came to the headquarters, and as expected, the atmosphere in the entire headquarters office was indeed very active.
It's still a little chilly in the morning, and it's already late July. The climate in the future will be like a roller coaster, and there will even be a period of rain in August. After the rain, the climate will basically be like early winter.
The atmosphere in the headquarters is like a midsummer scene, and it must be good news that can excite everyone.
Yang Mingzhi took off his hat and hung it on the wooden wall, then folded his unique eyes and stuffed them in his pocket.
"Comrades, have you received any major favorable telegram?!"
"I'm just waiting for you! I can't believe that a guy like you actually went with your wife." Yevlov seemed to be shouting arrogantly.
"What?" Yang Mingzhi was surprised. "Did I miss something?"
Fomin threw down his pen and said excitedly: "I did miss it, but it's not too late now. Comrade Berekov, let me ask you, do you know a guerrilla commander named Kovpak?"
"Kovpak? This guy? Wait...who did you just say?"
"It's a guerrilla captain named Kovpak." Yevlov introduced, "We actually don't know this person, but our superiors sent a telegram in the early morning, that is, this guerrilla captain is rushing towards us. The superiors
After learning that we had suffered serious casualties, we urgently mobilized a large guerrilla force for reinforcements. They may have six thousand people, or more, and their commander is named Kovpak."
"Kovpak? A Ukrainian?"
"Huh? Have you read the telegram?" Yevlov asked in surprise.
"No...I...I'm just guessing."
Yang Mingzhi was actually a little excited, because this Kovpak was quite famous in the Soviet Union. Because Yevlov and Fomin mentioned this person, it reminded Yang Mingzhi of something.
In the dimension before he traveled, the Ukrainian Kovpak performed outstandingly in the guerrilla war, and his face was printed directly on Soviet stamps. It was his little understanding of Soviet stamps that made Yang Mingzhi use his brains.
I even recalled Kovpak's appearance on that stamp.
It was the image of a middle-aged man with a somewhat big nose, a rather slender face, a sanitary moustache on his upper lip, and a goatee on his chin. Specifically speaking, the whole person had a Tatar appearance.
As for that man's more deeds, Yang Mingzhi didn't know much about it.
Fomin continued: "It was precisely because the superiors were afraid that we didn't know much about this Kovpak that the telegram also sent that person's pre-war resume, which is on the telegram document."
"Really! Where is the message? Let me see it."
It must be that Ponomarenko. He was worried that the comrades of the Partisan Republic did not know much about Kovpak. This cable briefly described that person's resume.
Yang Mingzhi noticed that this man's resume could be described as legendary.
During the Soviet-Russian Civil War, this man organized guerrillas to fight against the Petliura gang, the German Second Reich Army and Denikin's White Army in Ukraine. Later he joined Xia Boyang's army.
He fought in the White Army. After the civil war, he served as Chairman of the Executive Committee in Putivli, a city 100 kilometers away from Sumy, Ukraine.
After the outbreak of the war, he successively served as the captain of the Putivli guerrilla army and the commander of the Sumui guerrilla army in September 1941.
However, this guerrilla group did not have a clear guerrilla organization and was just called the "Kovpak Guerrilla Brigade", so its true strength is difficult to estimate.
Next, the content of the message becomes even more interesting.
Yang Mingzhi easily distinguished Shostka and Bryansk. The telegram showed that on July 21, Kovpak attacked from the forest north of Shostka towards the Guerrilla Republic. The strength of the attacking troops was surprising——
The number is clearly marked 6000.
Yang Mingzhi looked solemn, and there happened to be a ruler and compass on the table covered with maps. He put down the message and devoted himself to the measurement.
"The straight-line distance is actually 240 kilometers. The 6,000 people from Cove Park have to reach us as quickly as possible. They... they have to walk for at least five days!"
Fomin and Yevlov looked at each other and smiled.
"It seems that our general has entered the state." Fuming stood up and walked to the map table with his hands behind his back.
"Comrade Berekov, we have not received any further telegrams so far. There must be new telegrams from our superiors."
"Yes. We must contact this Comrade Kovpak. It's amazing. The telegram shows that this person may lead 6,000 troops to move to our place. When they arrive, our problem of insufficient troops will be solved immediately. Unexpectedly, I also have such a command
A hero's chance."
"Oh?" Fuming asked inexplicably, "We haven't negotiated with them yet, and you call them heroes."
"They? Of course they are heroes. They actually developed six thousand guerrilla fighters." Yang Mingzhi realized that there might be a flaw in his words, so he immediately changed the subject and pointed at Gomel with his right hand.
He noticed that Yevlov had also come over and said quickly: "To be honest, in the current war, many front-line infantry divisions only have seven or eight thousand troops. Kovpak is said to have a combat strength of at least six thousand.
From this point alone, it is almost an infantry division. Based on its location, he can obviously lead his troops to attack Gomel. Our paratrooper brigade is confronting the German army in Gomel city, scaring the enemy.
Dare to leave the city. If they can attack from behind at this time, we can even liberate Gomel as well. What do you think of this idea?"
Yevlov was really shocked, "What a good idea."
"Comrade Fuming, what do you think?"
"I? I think it is operable. However, they are not like us. We have a very high degree of autonomy, but Kovpak must unconditionally obey Comrade Ponomarenko. I have some doubts. Don't the superiors feel that this unit
Can they rush to Gomel? Perhaps the superiors have other concerns and choose to let them rush to us."
"It's...possible..." Yang Mingzhi pinched his chin and shrugged, "We still need to contact our superiors about this matter. We especially need to find a way to get in touch with the mobile command headquarters in Kovpark. I really don't know what they use
The band! Maybe we should also send people across the river to continue eastward and actively look for them during the attack."
"We know too little about them." Fuming shook his head regretfully, "I will draft a telegram and send it to Moscow immediately."
Yang Mingzhi nodded in agreement. He checked his face again and looked at the map. Suddenly, an idea came to his mind and he laughed.
"Comrade Berekov, why are you laughing?" Yevlov asked.
"Perhaps there is someone in our team who knows Kovpak."
"What?"
"Look! This is Chernigov, this is Gorodniya, only a hundred kilometers away from Shostka. Didn't our 17th Partisan Brigade Commander Miroshniko never meet with Kovpak?
Have you ever contacted anyone? They are originally very powerful guerrilla organizations. They are only more than a hundred kilometers apart from each other. They also have radio stations with each other, so it is natural for them to communicate with each other."
After saying this, Fomin and Yevlov suddenly realized.
"How about we ask Miroshniko to withdraw?" Fomin asked tentatively.
"No need, send him a few telegrams. Ask him if he knows anything about Kovpack. If so, ask him to send back all his knowledge by telegram."