Yang Mingzhi was still organizing his speech, and the outspoken Yevlov said boldly: "If you need food and ammunition, we will do our best to contribute. We cultivated a strong friendship while fighting side by side. In the future, several of our teams will also
We must cooperate fully. Just like the strategy we proposed at the meeting, the guerrilla republic will become a big granary, hospital and arsenal for other guerrillas."
"Ah! Yes!" Captain Karmanov of the Gypsy Brigade said excitedly: "I know you are very generous. One more thing, there are many Jews in our team, and we noticed that there are also some Jews in your team.
.I sincerely hope that you will support some more of our soldiers. As you can see, we suffered a great loss in strength during the battle, and now our team only has more than 5,000 qualified soldiers."
"This..." Yevlov hesitated a little. He could look at Commander Yang Mingzhi and noticed the displeased eyes.
At this time, Political Commissar Fomin spoke: "Everyone, I am also a Jew. Comrade Kalmanov, do you think I can serve in your army?"
"Ah? No, that's not what I meant. I'm sorry, I seem... a little greedy."
In any case, the Guerrilla Republic suffered the greatest losses. Kalmanov clearly saw the attitude of the three military officers and immediately made a respectful attitude.
If the various guerrilla groups behind enemy lines do not have the long-term management of a "guerrilla movement headquarters", it is easy for them to fight independently, and it is inevitable that they will stand on their own. Because any armed force, they are the targets of encirclement and suppression by the occupying forces. At the same time,
While they were fighting against the German and puppet troops, their biggest problem was how to survive.
The occupying forces control most of the supplies in the occupied areas. If the guerrillas want to obtain supplies for survival, they must either secretly transport them with civilians at the risk of being executed, or rely on their own farming in the guerrilla areas, or they must fight off enemy ambush. There is another way.
A very bad practice was to "requisition" peasants who had been searched by the German army like bandits. Of course, in special times, the Soviet authorities acquiesced in this behavior of the guerrillas.
During extremely difficult times, the commanders of various large-scale guerrilla forces thought about their own troops and wanted to receive large amounts of generous gifts from wealthy friendly forces. This is human instinct.
Yang Mingzhi said twice and stood up: "Comrade Kovpak."
"I am here."
"After a raid, your troops suffered thousands of casualties and rescued more than 5,000 people! You also seized a large amount of supplies. As far as I know, the loot included a large amount of clothing, tableware, and other items of daily life.
Supplies. Until now, your troops have kept these seizures for themselves. Then we don’t have to give you more supplies. Are you satisfied?"
"This..." Kovpak was a little confused for a moment. The materials he captured were of course owned by his own troops, just like the seizures of the Guerrilla Republic were now thrown into their warehouses. This is reasonable. He said tentatively: "
I...I don't have any greedy ideas. If you have needs, I will give out part of the seized supplies. If you...you are worried that too much food will be given to us, which will threaten the future. I am willing to use
The supplies I have are exchanged with you."
"No, that's not what I mean. I don't ask for supplies from you, and we will give you a lot of supplies. I just want to solemnly explain something to you!"
"Please speak." Kovpak listened attentively.
"It's a matter of soldiers! Everyone, your three guerrilla groups are about to leave. You suffered heavy losses in the battle. After returning to your respective guerrilla areas, your combat effectiveness is not as good as before. Unfortunately, we cannot allocate one soldier to you.
Soldier, I also want to persuade you to leave some troops for us."
"What?" Boumazhkov and Karmanov were shocked at the same time.
The most surprised person was Kalmanov: "Comrade General, you... instead of giving us some experienced Jewish soldiers, you asked me to keep some of them. In this way, you asked me to keep some experienced Jewish soldiers."
,Isn’t the combat effectiveness of our brigade weaker?"
"Do you have to force a group of thirteen or fourteen-year-old boys with little military training to go to the battlefield? I know that when you searched the village, you recruited all the boys who had reached puberty in the village. I think this behavior is okay.
, because our Guerrilla Republic has always had a youth camp. However, our youth camp has trained a large number of fourteen or fifteen-year-old children who have won military medals, and Natasha is one of the best.
We have been successful because we have always been very dedicated to military training, and we have a good training ground here. As for you, I think you are sending a group of boys who have just learned how to shoot a gun to fight, only to have them die."
"You!" Karmanov was very angry, but what the general said did make sense.
Yang Mingzhi comforted him and said, "Leave your children to us. Only with us can they become qualified soldiers."
"I agree." At this time, the captain of the Red October Brigade Boumazhkov explained his attitude.
This Boumazhkov is over fifty years old. His hair has almost fallen out, and his distinctive features are a pair of swollen eyes. These somewhat ugly eyes project a very sharp gaze, even if Yang Mingzhi is facing him,
I felt a little inexplicably panic.
Beneath its majestic appearance is a rational heart. Like the Gypsy Brigade, the Red October Brigade forcibly recruited more boys because it faced greater military pressure during the battle. All boys take revenge as their motivator.
If you sign up for a specific purpose, Boumazhkov will agree to join as long as you can handle a gun.
The brigade withdrew to the swamps, and the surviving young soldiers still exist as guerrillas of the Red October Brigade.
In this world war and many wars before it, Scouts are widespread, and there have always been a large number of Scouts in the Soviet Army. However, these little boys, who may only be ten years old, are orphans because their fathers were sacrificed Red Army soldiers.
The military is responsible for education, giving them military status, and teaching them professional military knowledge. At certain critical moments, these little soldiers will go to the battlefield with the adults. Because this is their responsibility as soldiers.
However, the recruitment of Red October and the Gypsy Brigade was too reckless, and they did not have the ability to train soldiers at all.
Yang Mingzhi appreciated Boumazhkov's statement very much and said: "Thank you for your understanding. In addition, I will tell you frankly. I think your grassroots officer system has serious problems, and it is not a matter of sending a batch of
The grassroots political commissars can solve it. You must learn some excellent infantry tactics to deal with guerrilla warfare."
After saying that, he immediately faced Kovpak, "Comrade, I have already said that when the battle is over, we must organize a study class, the purpose of which is to train your junior officers."
"Yes! This matter needs to be done, but I almost ignored it. I am really anxious to leave, but I just don't trust my remaining troops."
"It doesn't matter how many more days you wait!" Yang Mingzhi waved his hand regretfully, "In fact, it only takes a few days, such as three or four days. Your troops need to learn some new tactics. Besides, there is still salt."
When he got here, Yang Mingzhi glanced at the corner of his eyes and said meaningfully: "Don't you want to return with an astonishing amount of salt? Isn't salt more precious than a large amount of potatoes?"
The word "salt" awakened the dreamer. Even the gypsy captain Kalmanov, who most wanted to return to his distant guerrilla zone, suddenly changed his decision.
"Salt! We want salt. We can continue to exchange for food and other things from local civilians, or collect mushrooms on a large scale, or even use limited land for farming. Only salt, if you can give us a lot, it will be long-lasting.
It can solve our problems. At the same time, it can also be distributed to civilians! Now in the villages controlled by the German army, the villagers have very little salt left!"
"Then we have an agreement. First, keep the boys and girls under the age of sixteen, unless they insist on fighting with the original troops. Second, after you return to your respective camps, immediately organize officers equivalent to the platoon leader level to come to me.
Get organized and bring them all to the gate of the headquarters tomorrow, and then Comrade Yevlov will organize an assault officer training course."
"Hey Berekov, do you think I can do it? I'm not a teacher." Yevlov looked embarrassed.
"It's a simple matter." Yang Mingzhi raised his head and pinched his waist and thought for a moment, "Balzen, Lavrenti, Yevgeny, and Kravsky, who has recovered from his sprained foot, are well versed in the special infantry tactics of our 6th Army.
Let them serve as teachers and provide assault training to friendly comrades. You will be responsible for taking charge of the overall situation.
Well, there is a third point. You must be patient and wait until the mass production of salt begins. You will take a large amount of salt with you. I think we should allocate you some pack horses by then. How about you?
Any objection?"
"No." The three of them said in unison.
"Okay, if there's nothing else, you can go back. As for us, it's really a headache!" Yang Mingzhi held his head in his hands, and his movements were very exaggerated, as if he was in extreme pain.
"Hey, forget it, my general." Yevlov said jokingly, "Your excellent acting skills made me tremble with embarrassment. Isn't it just to supervise and participate in the fishing operation in person? Besides, this matter is Liu De's fault."
Balev is in charge of the planning, and there are people from each collective farm participating in it, so we don't really need to participate."
"But, as soldiers, we should also take action! Besides, throwing large paper firecrackers into rivers and ponds can also be used as grenade throwing training. We have to make a plan overnight and send at least two thousand people to fish tomorrow.
!"
Listening, Kovpak shrugged: "Since you are very busy, I won't bother you. I will go back to the camp to arrange for the officers to participate in the training class." After that, he turned and left, and the other two captains did not stay any longer.
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A large-scale fishing operation will be carried out on the 18th. What kind of grand occasion it will be, Yang Mingzhi can think about it with his feet.
The 6th Group Army is not a pure regular army, but an aggregation of militiamen with a high-level designation with the remnants of the 84th Division as the core. The army has always used farming warfare as a tradition, so which troops are sent to participate in the operation?
"Might as well, drag all the new recruits to the river and direct them to fish. Through this action, firstly, they will be taught a lesson in how to make enough food and clothing by themselves. Secondly, they will also work together to get closer to the veterans in the army and enhance their cohesion."
"
Different from Yang Mingzhi's enthusiasm, Fuming raised his own doubts: "What you call fishing is actually frying fish. Yes, there is currently no more efficient method of catching fish than explosives. But I'm really worried about those new recruits.
You'll hurt yourself."
"Sooner or later they have to grow up." Yevlov stood in Yang Mingzhi's position, "those female soldiers have to eliminate some people, but tomorrow is just fishing, I think even the naturally weak people will not refuse
Fishing. If you refuse even this, I will ask Comrade Political Commissar to send someone to investigate."
"Okay." Fuming nodded.
It seemed that tens of thousands of soldiers were being dragged to the rivers of various places to fish. Yang Mingzhi immediately rejected the speculation of his close comrades: "Forget it! Normal military training cannot be destroyed. Let's do this. The first regiment of the 84th Division and the second regiment of the 84th Division will
Regiments and artillery regiments, they have absorbed a large number of recruits from the "elderly militia battalion". The strength of each regiment is still far from being restored to full strength, and the recruits are middle-aged and elderly after all, and their physical fitness is inherently poor.
Not so good. Let's train them well through this operation.
All three regiments were dispatched. After moving to Misi Ferry, they went south along the river and caught as many fish as possible in the water net, whether by frying fish or fishing.
By the way, there are also the children in the youth camp. Their strength has increased to 600. When the three guerrilla units send the underage children among them, the strength of the youth camp may reach 2,000. In the foreseeable future
, these children will also become an important fighting force, although I am reluctant to send them to the battlefield."
"Then let's go fishing and collect wild vegetables and mushrooms. These jobs must be very safe. The only thing we have to be wary of is encountering a herd of wild boars in the forest." As he said this, Yevlov smiled.
"To kill wild boars, you need an anti-tank gun! Okay, guard!"
As soon as Yang Mingzhi finished speaking, a soldier ran into the headquarters in a hurry.
"Go to the youth camp quickly and call their chief and deputy battalion commanders. I will give them a major task."
"As ordered! Comrade Commander..."
Kharkiv is a young man who has just turned seventeen. After a whole year of fighting, his immature face has disappeared. His eyes are sharp, and those who know the truth understand that they are eyes that have killed people. But he is still a child after all.
He is loyal to his motherland, but sometimes he is very impulsive. He serves as the commander of hundreds of people, and in order to show dignity in front of everyone, he has to behave harshly and viciously.
However, in front of the commander, he was as docile as a ten-year-old child, and in front of other senior officers, he was as docile as a lamb.
Kharkiv and deputy battalion commander Ruslan urgently reported to the headquarters and received orders to lead their troops to fish.
Fishing? This matter has spread in Blacksmith Village. Many villagers received orders from the Farm Soviet and began to prepare for tomorrow's operation overnight. There is even a legend that the catch does not need to be handed over in full, but part of it is left or eaten.
If you drop it, you can still get a lot of potatoes or bread slices.
This matter should have nothing to do with the youth camp. Kharkiv wanted to go to bed early because he would have to work hard to guide the new recruits in the daily shooting training tomorrow.
"Kharkov, and Ruslan, do you all understand? You don't need to bring any fishing nets tomorrow, prepare them for me at the camp. Someone will send you a lot of training grenades, which you use daily.
That. Its power is average and fatal to fish. Don’t think too much about it. Go back immediately and let me sleep well."
"Yes, Comrade Commander." Kharkiv saluted and asked weakly: "Well...should I urgently gather the soldiers for this matter and tell them to fish tomorrow?"
"No need!" Yang Mingzhi waved his hand, "I'm afraid you kids will be too excited to sleep. You should go back quickly. As an officer, you must give me a good rest."
"As you command...I...I have one more thing."
"Anything else?"
"It's Natasha..." Kharkov hesitated a bit as he spoke, but the child's thoughts were completely revealed from his expression.
"She is fine." Yang Mingzhi replied decisively, "She still needs to continue her training, and she will not participate in this fishing operation."
"Okay." The sense of loss showed up in the form of wrinkles on Kharkiv's forehead, but he immediately stood upright, saluted and said goodbye with sharp eyes.
"This kid really has thoughts about Natasha." Looking at his back, Yevlov deliberately teased her.
"Their friendship was cultivated in the flames of war, and they enjoyed the turbulent youth in the flames of war."
"Come on, Comrade Commander." Fuming joked, "Who would like such a turbulent youth? But I know they like each other."
"Yes, I know this too." Yang Mingzhi shrugged, "It's a pity that not all love can be successful. I see, Natasha, the hero of the Soviet Union, will soon have to separate from Kharkov
La...Although none of them want this, as soldiers, they must obey all orders from their superiors."
The words were a bit big, so Yevlov and Fomin didn't pay much attention to them. In fact, Yang Mingzhi told him this. After working with Salinchkin as a secret agent, he would be transferred in the foreseeable future, just because he
This person contains huge strategic value. In the same way, Natasha must also leave. Her existence itself can be a shot in the arm for the struggling people across the alliance. (To be continued)