Everything has changed, and everything has just begun.
Kharkov, he never thought that one day he would become a brigade commander and lead as many as 1,700 soldiers!
The war brought some dramatic changes to the people caught up in the war. If there had not been this world war, Kharkiv would have become an ordinary collective farm member or even an ordinary tractor driver when he grew up. Today
, at the age of seventeen, he gained the respect of the lieutenant general and became a senior officer, even on the same level as those senior officers in their forties!
The promotion was ecstatic, and he immediately found that the burden on his shoulders suddenly became ten times heavier.
He knows that being a senior officer is not enough to be brave. Looking back on the first time he went to the battlefield, it was because of his recklessness that the young company suffered heavy losses in its early days. Once the command is improper, bravery becomes reckless, and reckless again.
The cost is no longer dozens of casualties.
Now, after the battle, the young troops must bear more national defense pressure. Kharkiv believes that his troops will no longer be the icing on the cake, but will almost certainly serve as the mainstay of a certain defense zone in large-scale battles.
"The commander will definitely use us as regular veterans. If I don't command properly, we will suffer unprecedented losses! Maybe..."
Kharkiv no longer dared to think about it.
Contrary to his serious expression, walking on the road leading to Misi Ferry, the little soldiers were beaming with joy. Everyone received praise from the commander, and the headquarters has truly recognized everyone's great value.
Ruslan was in high spirits, but when he saw that Kharkov was actually a little depressed, he was immediately puzzled.
Then he poked him and asked, "Hey, what are you thinking about? Are you afraid that you won't be able to catch a big fish?"
"Nothing? Just...a little worried."
"Hey, my comrade brigade commander, what are you worried about? It's a giant catfish. We made it into a cluster grenade, and the tanks were blown up. Can't we kill it? We were by the river at night, and all the brothers and sisters in the battalion ate a big fish at once.
meal."
"That's okay." Kharkiv forced a smile and sighed. "Let's put it this way, now that I'm in a high position, it's time to think about it. I must be an excellent brigade commander."
"Of course you will be an excellent brigade commander."
"I'm overly praised. I still have many shortcomings. I'm worried that if..."
"What are you worried about? Are you worried about the battle? No! Under the command of Comrade Commander, we will achieve new victories. Soon, our brothers and sisters will all have medals on their chests. Just like...hehe, just like Natasha."
Natasha, upon hearing this word, Kharkiv changed his expression as expected.
"So don't think about bad things." Ruslan continued to tease: "I believe that love will make a soldier more effective in combat. Don't think too much now. Do you still remember what the commander said at the headquarters?"
"I know. Catch a few big fish to make the commander happy. I hope we can succeed."
Kharkov is in a better mood. Yes, who knows about the future battles? Maybe the guerrilla republic will beat the enemy one-sidedly. The possibility of a large-scale war like the Battle of Gomel is unlikely.
Because the commander has already planned the future strategy at the meeting!
If, exactly twelve months later, the main force counterattacks to the riverside, then at least the Pripet Swamp will be completely liberated. For everyone, the war has ended successfully, and the days of peace and beauty have begun.
It is a twelve-kilometer journey from Blacksmith Village to Mixi Ferry.
When Yang Mingzhi was training the troops, he forced the active-duty troops to conduct a fifteen-kilometer armed cross-country course once a week, and there was a five-kilometer cross-country compulsory course every day. Even children who had just joined the army had to undergo this demanding course.
training mode.
The mobility of the army can only be guaranteed by such training.
Therefore, Kharkiv basically did not worry about his subordinates. He accepted a group of new recruits at the beginning of the month. After two weeks of training, even the weak girls were forced to develop good muscles. Everyone's calves were tied up.
Leggings, just like the soldiers during World War I, make the slender girl seem to have bird legs.
There were some wild chrysanthemums blooming on the roadside. Girls who love beauty took them off and pinned them in their buns. They generally had long braids. For the needs of combat, almost all of them tied them behind their heads and tied them with a small hairpin.
fixed.
Most of the troops composed of children do not have their own military uniforms, and because some of them have joined the Lenin Communist Youth League, they no longer need to wear red scarves. Almost no one wears a hat, and no one wears a helmet.
It's just a fishing trip, and the most dangerous thing is encountering wild animals. So what? Everyone carries a rifle, and even a ferocious giant wild boar will be knocked down directly by a volley of guns.
It took more than two hours for Kharkiv and his troops to arrive at Misi Ferry. Anatoly, the commander of the engineer unit stationed here, had been waiting for a long time.
Standing at the ferry here, looking at the vast and wide Dnieper River, I saw rafts floating on the river. They were all professional fishermen. Kharkiv raised his telescope and saw clearly that someone was casting a net to catch fish.
fish.
The ferry is also overcrowded. To go from the Blacksmith Village to the riverside for fishing, everyone must first get to the Misi Ferry.
Those who come here are not just fishing. According to the development strategy formulated at the meeting, a flat road leading to the ruins of Loev that can run a twenty-ton tank will be renovated from this day on.
To build a road, the first priority is to level the land beside the river full of mugwort stalks.
Therefore, Anatole is currently full of tasks!
"Comrades, you should rest here right now. Ruslan, follow me and report to the headquarters here."
The soldiers from the youth camp were standing or sitting in place, and their appearance also attracted the attention of a large number of villagers. At the same time, the children also saw that some women had some fresh fish in their rattan baskets, and their faces
Overflowing with the joy of harvest.
"Nina, there are so many fish in this area. I don't think I can use grenades. As long as we cast a big net, the fish we catch will be enough for us to eat for a long time."
"Shula, you are too naive. The grenades we got were not used to catch small fish."
"Is it a big fish? That kind of giant catfish? But please spare me, that monster is too scary."
"Idiot, are you carrying a fire stick?"
The two girls were talking to each other, and the whole team was restless.
While the troops were in chaos, Kharkiv returned after receiving his mission.
It turns out that Anatoly is only temporarily coordinating the fishing work here. When the village chief Kavitsky arrives at noon, the organization of the fishing will be completely responsible for the Blacksmith Village Soviet. As for Anatoly’s troops, they will lead
A group of civilians began to build roads, and they also had to strictly monitor the smooth flow of ferry lines.
"Quiet, comrades!" Kharkov gave the order in a loud voice: "Listen to me now! Our task is to move south along the river and launch fish frying operations in the small channels along the river. Later they will Give us a hundred rattan baskets, collect all the fish that have been killed and knocked unconscious, and send them back to the ferry in the evening. Do you understand?"
"clear."
With everyone speaking in unison, the long-awaited action finally began.
Kharkov did not hesitate: "Everyone is welcome, turn right. Let's go!"
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In fact, the fishing at Mixi Ferry started before the sun rose. Before the war, Mixi Village was a village famous for its fishing. The reason for this was that the local wild fish resources were very rich.
Professional fishermen cast nets on a large scale in the wide river. There are three ferry lines with rafts parked in the center of the river. Fishermen fish by fishing.
The only gunboat now has a new job. It carries a large net with an area of 100 square meters woven with parachute ropes, and travels all the way to the ruins of Loev, where it transforms into a trawler on the Dnieper River.
When Kharkov arrived, the fishing operation at Misi Ferry had lasted for four hours. What they caught the most was not catfish, but European seabass. The carriage carried baskets of fresh fish and began to transport the first batch of fresh fish to the blacksmith village. A batch that will make a hearty lunch in no time.
Starting from Missi Ferry, there is no road at all to the south.
Kharkov and his troops had to advance carefully on the soft grass. Even so, a large number of small soldiers accidentally stepped into the mud.
"It's such a terrible place. There are reeds here, a lot of moss, and a grassy smell in the air." Ruslan didn't have the slightest impression of the environment here.
"Then walk a little west." Kharkov, whose legs were already covered with mud, replied helplessly, "When we find the first small water channel, we will take a rest first."
That being said, the children trudged hard in the mud. In addition to carrying a hundred rattan baskets, they also got more than fifty simple fishing rods from the villagers. The so-called catfish is carnivorous, as long as there is plenty of rain in the target water area and the fish hooks are scraped If you catch the fish meat, you will definitely be able to catch catfish quickly.
They kept walking along the winding channel of the Dnieper River and were exhausted by the silt. After groping for five kilometers, they finally found a small water channel attached to the main river channel.
The reason why Misi Village is located at that location as a traditional ferry and a location for building a village is that there are no accessory waterways in that area, leaving only the main river as an obstacle to crossing the river.
Look at our soldiers. Not only are they panting from exhaustion, but everyone's legs are covered in mud. There are even unlucky guys who are covered in mud because they fell.
"This is it, let's rest where we are."
The order was issued, and as many as six hundred children were like deflated rubber balls, sitting on the grass beside the waterway one by one. Many even removed all their burdens and lay down directly on the ground to breathe heavily and rest.
But there are also some warriors who are very interested in fishing.
In order to save precious fish grenades, more than a dozen boys carried simple fishing rods and fished with the mentality of giving it a try.
Not to mention, just five minutes later, a soldier pulled a catfish as long as an arm onto the shore.
The youth camp had a good start. Since the first catfish was caught, more and more catfish followed.
"What is going on? Is this location where I am a fish's nest?" Kharkov thought it was funny, so he made a decision to set up their youth camp at the current location.
After an hour's rest, everyone regained their energy, and it was noon.
"Comrades, let's cook in the stove. After lunch, we'll take full action!"
One rifle after another, the muzzles are facing each other, and the bayonet slots fit together to build a gun tower. With the engineer shovel, the soldiers dug out a large number of earth stoves. With the pine branches cut from a distance, the bonfire was lit, and the potatoes were thrown into the hot ashes.
In China, baked potatoes are everyone’s staple food.
The youth camp also had a cooking class, and two iron buckets became kitchen utensils for making vegetable soup. They brought some vegetables, but the highlight was the five catfish they had just caught.
Eating baked potatoes and drinking fish soup, military life was dull but fulfilling.
After lunch, Kharkiv, realizing that time was running out, finally issued the order for the fish fry operation.
After gathering all the soldiers, he planned a five-hundred-meter-long operating area.
"All female soldiers, please stay at the camp for the time being. All brothers, take off your shirts and shoes. Then take your pain baskets and grenades and follow me to the river."
The temperature of the river water in mid-August was not bad. For the Slavs who dared to pour cold water on themselves in winter, the river water today is still cool, and you can even swim in the river.
In any case, Kharkiv was somewhat prejudiced against the vast majority of the female soldiers under his command. Besides, for the fish frying job, someone had to jump into the river to pick up the fish. He absolutely believed that female soldiers should never do such dirty work.
It's tiring work. However, female soldiers will be of great use in dealing with the aftermath of the catch.
There are nearly 300 boys, and they form a 500-meter-long "combat front" as a class.
"Brothers, you are throwing real grenades. After throwing them out, all squads will lie down! Each squad will throw three grenades, and then pause the action. Be careful not to get injured, let alone injure your comrades!"
After some orders, the operation officially began.
The soldier yelled "Granada" and threw the grenade with the fuse. About seven seconds later, it exploded violently, causing a water column as high as 20 meters to rise in the river.
The soldiers lying on the grass covered their ears one after another. They felt the vibration of the earth, and then their backs were wet from the splashing water. Fortunately, everyone's clothes and shoes had been neatly stacked in the camp, so it didn't matter even if they were wet all over.
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The match was lit for a second round of bombardment. The five-hundred-meter-long river here was violently bombed, and the impact was devastating to the life inhabiting the river.
After three rounds of bombardment, the troops consumed more than ninety grenades, and the meadow where the soldiers were crawling was completely wet. To their surprise, the soldiers who raised their heads found many fish that had been blown up on the meadow.
They are all catfish, completely lifeless. There are also some poor frogs and river clams. Surprisingly, their bodies have been shattered!
After a while, a large number of white objects floated on the river. If you look closely, you can see that they are all fish that were stunned to death.
"Haha! We succeeded! Brothers, follow me to fish!"
Even though he was seventeen years old, the nature of Kharkiv's child was fully demonstrated at this moment. He took the lead and jumped into the river, swimming while fishing for fish tails, and collecting the fish.
The grenades basically killed all the animals in the 500-meter small river. This fishing method is indeed efficient, but its destructive power on the natural world is very terrifying. The current guerrilla republic no longer cares about so many animals. It is important to survive or protect the ecological environment.
The choice is there, and of course people choose to live.
On August 18, the Pripet River and the Dnieper River staged a large-scale fish bombing show, and crazy methods brought huge harvests. Especially in the Pripet River with the most shoals and small channels, it is the richest place for catfish.
The boundary is also the area where fish frying is most common.
A large number of carriages carried dead fish to Black Earth Village and Blacksmith Village. The salt in stock had already been used, just to start marinating the fish as soon as possible. Yang Mingzhi could no longer take care of so much. He saw it with his own eyes in the evening.
Seeing that an astonishing amount of fresh fish was brought back, the soldiers and civilians could only consume part of it. As for the other parts, they must be pickled before they rot and deteriorate. (To be continued)