Chapter 1650 Visiting the Guerrilla Republic (Part 2)
The topic suddenly became heavy, and Gorizodubova sighed: "They can't win the war, and they will shed their blood for an unwinnable war! Why bother?"
"Perhaps it is just the ambition of a small group of people, or it may be the ambition of a large group of people. In short, even the peace-loving Germans have been coerced into their war machine. But those who participated in the aggression are all guilty.
, I have no mercy."
"No! You are already very merciful. From what you said, all the captured prisoners of war were alive and you did not execute them. As far as I know, many guerrillas captured prisoners and were shot after interrogation. Some were even shot.
The militiamen insulted the corpses to vent their anger."
Yang Mingzhi looked serious. He gripped the steering wheel and said fiercely: "After all, the core troops of our 6th Army are the 84th Guards Red Banner Infantry Division and the Paratrooper Brigade. We are a regular army. We have restored the law here, and we are led by
The legal Gomel City Soviet restored order. Even if we treat prisoners of war with anger, there is no need to shoot them, not only to comply with military discipline, but also to make reasonable use of prisoners of war. They have committed crimes, and they must use their labor to atone for their sins.
."
"So, where did you place the prisoners of war?"
"We commissioned them to dig and log. The main job is mining. It's a pity that we are leaving in the evening. If time permits, you can spend two days to visit our camp. It's not...possible for you.
It's already a city."
Gorizodubova learned that because the Partisan Republic received more than 30,000 refugees, even excluding losses during its campaign, the total population increased.
They may have a population of 70,000 or 80,000, so many people living in an area of the swamp, a brand new city "Novgomel", she is really a city in the real sense!
Gorizodubova thanked her and said: "I appreciate your kindness, but we really don't have much time. I saw that a large number of children have arrived in Homnich. They are all war orphans and should go to the safe rear as soon as possible."
My personal matters don't matter, the mission is the most important. Within the limited time, I have to transport the children to the rear one by one. Can you tell me truthfully, did all the children go to the airport?"
"Well... some children who have reached the lower age limit have joined the Lenin Komsomol, and they have joined the League. They are Soviet citizens, and it is their duty to defend the Union. As for the younger children, pure war orphans are now in Hom
Nicki, those children whose parents are still alive are still in the village, and we cannot let parents and children be separated."
"So there are still many children left in the blacksmith village? Dear Comrade General, I must tell you that the transport plane is carrying a lot of passengers. Maybe some mothers and their children should be evacuated."
Yang Mingzhi shook his head: "We will discuss this later. After all, the airport will be used frequently in the future."
"Indeed, maybe I will visit here frequently in the future."
Gorizodubova's words are not unreasonable. Yang Mingzhi has been operating the swamp for a year. To be honest, the climate conditions here are not good. There are many mosquitoes in summer, and smoke can be used to effectively eliminate mosquitoes. Mosquito problems are all
There are some minor problems, but the biggest problem is moisture. The lack of sulfur can cure eczema, otherwise skin diseases can weaken the combat effectiveness of the sergeant.
He had a flash of inspiration: "If you think there is enough space, just do this! We captured a German division commander, the commander of the 64th Division. The division carried out the killing of innocent civilians in the northwest of Chernihiv. More than three people were killed.
Thousands of people died! This division commander committed a heinous crime, and he must face justice! Besides, this man is also the most senior officer captured by our guerrilla republic."
"Really? It's true?!" The woman who was looking forward suddenly turned around, "I never knew that our army had captured such a high-ranking officer. This is your credit!"
"No, that is the credit of all the soldiers! Did you agree?"
"Of course, that person must be sent to the rear to face trial, and the people will be inspired by it."
"When we arrive at the Blacksmith Village, I will immediately send the report to the prisoner of war camp. As for you..." Yang Mingzhi looked at his watch: "We are about to arrive at the Blacksmith Village, and it is almost noon. We have prepared a banquet for you.
"
"The banquet? I hope it won't be extravagant."
Yang Mingzhi smiled and said nothing, because in just one hundred minutes of driving all the way, the Jeep had already reached the outskirts of the Blacksmith Village.
The checkpoint opened the roadblock, and the ten sentries recognized the commander's face. They learned that the commander would go to Moscow to run towards Great Expectations, and they couldn't help but feel a little regretful. Now, the commander personally drove back in a jeep, and there was actually a female soldier sitting in the co-pilot.
The gold star medal on the chest is really a wink.
The jeep stopped, and Yang Mingzhi called a sentry after snapping his fingers.
"Hey, do you know who I'm carrying?"
"No...don't know."
"It's a pilot from Moscow! Now you run to inform everyone in the village that they can start cheering."
Gorizodubova was a little confused, and felt that the commander suddenly became a little frivolous. She was surprised to find that the sentry was not afraid of the commander like a mouse when seeing a cat.
"Berekov, you are such an interesting person." She kept her words in her mind. Since the legendary blacksmith village was not far away, she had to keep her eyes open for this brief encounter!
...
Thousands of villagers gathered on both sides of the central road in Blacksmith Village.
The land has been leveled, and there are lush trees on both sides of the road, with a large number of buildings under the big trees.
That man saved tens of thousands of people. The people were grateful for Yang Mingzhi's contribution. He was going to Moscow to help save the entire alliance. The people spontaneously saw him off. Of course, they gathered here in the morning to welcome the people falling from the sky.
Gorizodubova was quickly stunned by the sight in front of her. She saw a large number of women wearing headscarves. They were crowded, including men wearing Lenin hats and beards.
What surprised her the most was the children wearing red scarves. When they saw the car coming, they waved the red flags in their hands very hard.
Thousands of people cheered at the same time, and Gorizodubova was shocked to realize that the last time she saw a scene like this was during the military parade on Red Square in 1940.
Who was this cheering for? She guessed it was not for the new arrival, but the love and affection was given to Commander Belekov.
"Look!" Yang Mingzhi, who had no time to drive properly, shouted at the top of his voice: "They are cheering for you! Everyone welcomes your plane to land safely."
"Forget it! The applause and cheers are all for you, Commander."
"Okay! When the following motorcade arrives, the cheers will be even louder."
Yang Mingzhi deliberately slowed down the car to take advantage of the onlookers. He was very happy that the soldiers who maintained order worked hard, otherwise many people would have gathered around him and the whole street would have become blocked.
Today, all the left-behind villagers in Blacksmith Village gathered in this street, and even villagers from Black Tu Village and Catfish Village also participated.
At this moment, Yang Mingzhi felt like a king. The feeling of being loved by millions of people was intoxicating and even overwhelming.
"Haha, maybe this is why Stalin pursued power crazily."
After Yang Mingzhi forced himself to calm down, he drove the car directly to the entrance of the army headquarters.
He got out of the car and opened the door for the woman in the passenger seat in a very gentlemanly manner: "Dear guest, welcome to the headquarters of the 6th Army."
Since Gorizodubova will provide assistance to the guerrilla republics for a long time in the future, this is her first time here, and I am afraid that she will become familiar with it in the future.
In a short period of time, it was necessary for her to try to understand the true situation of the Guerrilla Republic, starting from the headquarters!
Now Yang Mingzhi turned into a tour guide and took this lady to learn about the past of the 84th Guards Division before the entire convoy arrived.
The broken military flag, the portrait of Marxism-Leninism, and the huge regional map spread out on the desk. Although they were in a wilderness, their headquarters looked decent. Thinking about what they saw along the way, they were really in a swamp.
A "forest city" was built.
She walked beside the table and looked at the map on the table from time to time. The map was colorfully marked with colored pencils, and there were some wooden blocks placed on it.
"Comrade Commander, could it be that what is marked on your map is the current situation map?"
"Of course! Do you know how to read military maps?"
"Yes, I'm not just a pilot."
Confident women are the prettiest. After she finished speaking, she showed a confident smile. Yang Mingzhi motioned to the staff officer to pour two cups of black tea and then came to the map, "What you see now is the current situation. The black wood
The blocks are German units, the red ones are us."
Gorizodubova quickly understood that after a battle, the German army was still encircling the Guerrilla Republic, but the encirclement was so large that the Guerrilla Republic had enough space to develop. In a sense
Said, on the contrary, the German army took passive measures.
"I found the location of Homnage on the map. For future airlift operations, any air force needs a safe landing environment. It seems that the nearest enemy is thirty kilometers away from Homnage. I am relieved.
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Yang Mingzhi smiled and shook his head: "Thirty kilometers away in the north, the enemy there has built a defensive line. As long as we don't take the initiative to attack, the German army will not take the initiative to go south. Please don't worry, I gave orders to other officers. In order to
For long-term considerations, large-scale operations similar to the Battle of Gomel will not be conducted in the next year. In this way, our Homnich Airport will be stable for a long time."
"Huh? Just for us? Maybe you really shouldn't miss it if you find an opportunity to severely damage the enemy. Wouldn't it be good to launch a battle? Although we suffered heavy casualties, as far as I know, the enemy's casualties were not even greater
Is it serious? In particular, the Battle of Gomel performed by your troops directly disrupted the deployment of the German army. Leaders and many generals believe that it was the contribution of the Guerrilla Republic that allowed our army to liberate Rzhev and Vyazhi
horse."
"You...you are exaggerating."
When Yang Mingzhi learned about those praises, he never imagined that the adventurous actions of himself and other comrades would really change the course of history. Rzhev was actually liberated one year ahead of schedule!
While the two were talking, there was a roar outside the headquarters, and then the wooden door suddenly opened.
"Hey! Berekov, I was wondering who you were talking to, but it turned out to be Comrade Gorizodubova." Yevlov walked into the room carelessly and hung his fur coat on the wall.
He didn't care about the woman's feelings at all. After bringing a wooden stool and sitting down, he shouted directly: "I'm really starving to death! My dear old comrade, where is your Oriental feast? I can't wait!" As he said, Yev.
Love also deliberately rubbed his withered belly.
"As deputy commander, you'd better get up quickly. When I go to Moscow, you will perform your duties as commander. As the future top military commander, you should really pay attention to your image."
Yevlov showed no signs of surprise and looked at the capable Gorizodubova with a keen eye: "Dear comrade pilot, since you will frequently deliver supplies to our army in the future, you will be a frequent visitor here in the future. So for you
, I don’t see anyone outside at all."
"But you really have to pay attention to your image!" A middle-aged man with a reflective head walked in. He wore small glasses and his leather boots clicked.
Yevlov quickly stood up, the sudden change was really funny.
Sarinchkin looked around, then stared directly at Gorizodubova: "You are the first to arrive at the Blacksmith Village, the largest collective farm in our guerrilla republic. How does it feel?"
"Feeling? It's so wonderful, but it's a pity that I really don't have much time."
"Then there's no need to linger." After saying that, Salinchkin turned around suddenly: "Let's go, let's have a good chat while eating."
Yang Mingzhi shrugged. Just as he was about to follow, Yevlov stuck to him.
"Look, he is the hungriest person. Hehe..."
"He is embarrassed to say it because of his status. On the contrary, you are a guy who should be polite in front of women."
"Forget it." Yevlov grimaced and shook his head, "They care more about whether you are a pure man." After that, he patted Yang Mingzhi on the shoulder and left with a happy face.
Yang Mingzhi was a little strange. He didn't understand why Yevlov acted as if he had taken stimulants. In the past, he was always so excited after winning a battle.
"You kid, do you really want me to go to Moscow so that you can become the leader of the 6th Army? Fortunately, I thought you would cry and don't want me to leave..." He complained about the brotherhood in quotation marks. Then he thought, Yang
Mingzhi suddenly felt that maybe this guy was only interested in the lunch meal.
After all, the biggest reason why Yevlov was promoted to major general is that he is so lucky. He is still a junior officer at heart. Maybe after he leaves, he will become the leader of the army.
Deep and reserved, full of strategy?
Who knows...
Speaking of the "Oriental meal" at noon, it is actually just a big pot of noodles. This kind of noodles, which is very common in northern China, is a strange thing in Belarus.
The reason why Europeans eat bread is simply because historically it was difficult to come into contact with pasta cooked in other ways. Even Italian noodles are very different from real Chinese noodles.
The chefs in the cafeteria have learned how to make authentic Chinese noodles. They roll the noodles, cut them, and cook them. The cooked noodles are boiled again in cold water. They also use canned beef as the base material to cook a pot of braised noodles.
A bucket of noodles and a bucket of braised pork were carried by the cook to the large patchwork table in the private room.
Of course, the cafeteria also had to consider the eating habits of the guests, and baked potatoes, slices of bread, and cooked mushroom stew were also served.
As for Gorizodubova, she always thought that she had no special pursuits in eating. In peacetime, wouldn't a lunch just consist of a few slices of black bread and a bowl of vegetable soup? Her comrades are very accustomed to and like this kind of meal. It takes a very short time to fill it up.
With a full stomach, you have more time to study.
But now, she feels that she was wrong. (To be continued)