On October 10, Gil Ivanov's military career began.
Originally, he estimated that the day of departure would be the 11th, but those on the recruitment committee handled all the special recruitment matters for the No. 1 Middle School at an extremely fast speed.
The time given to the committee was very limited. After they finished processing the recruitment of the 324th Division, the 322nd and 323rd Divisions followed.
The snow seems to be much lighter, the whole world is white, it is so pure and quiet.
There are also a large number of people wearing extremely thick clothes on the streets of Perm. Men generally wear marching hats or Cossack-style velvet hats, and almost all women wrap their heads with thick scarves.
On this morning, with the help of his father, Gil took his few luggage to the assembly point set by the conscription committee.
He didn't bring much luggage. A small suitcase contained all his belongings, some of which were quite precious.
When a father faces his son who is about to serve as a soldier, there is nothing he can do more than give him some talismanic treasures.
Old Ivanov gave his son a Cossack dagger he had captured from the White Army when he was young. He also had several pens, two pots of ink, a large notebook, and a mechanical pocket watch.
Ivanova prepared a pair of woolen gloves, a lined sweater, a few pairs of socks, and a set of tableware for her only son, especially a large soup ladle from home.
After all, she was sending her only son to the battlefield. Today, after Ivanova hugged her child goodbye at home, she stayed at home alone and stood by the window, watching her husband escort her son, and the two of them gradually drifted away.
Things developed much faster than Balzen expected.
Balzen was pleasantly surprised by the high efficiency of the recruitment committee and the school. He was very happy to see this. This way, he would have more time to train these recruits.
The Perm authorities specially dispatched twenty box trucks, and their mission suddenly became to transport new trainees.
On October 10th, the first batch of 100 people from various schools who have passed the special recruitment selection will take trucks in the morning and go straight to the distant 324th Division training camp.
Ten vehicles will complete this task, and the fleet will continue to perform this task until the next day.
The truck stopped at a riverside square near the Kama River in Perm. Gil arrived a little later. When he arrived, a large number of people had already gathered in the square.
Most of them are new recruits, and there are also many parents who are seeing them off.
Jill easily met her familiar classmates. Everyone's faces seemed to be white from the snow, or they were very nervous.
He walked around the back of his old classmate and patted his shoulder: "Hey! Nikita."
"It's you, Jill. You're late today."
"No, it's not too late. At least these drivers didn't drive away."
Soon, the selected students from the sixth class came over one after another, everyone exchanged greetings, and soon they saw a man in military uniform, standing on the hood of a truck, holding a big horn,
Calling loudly in the wind and snow.
The noisy crowd gradually gathered around this person.
Yes, this commissioner sent by the conscription committee personally implemented today's special transportation mission.
"Students, you are recruits from now on. I'm sorry that we can't give you more time to say goodbye to your family. Now I'll give you the last ten minutes! We will leave in ten minutes.
Classmates, you are very lucky. You were classmates in the same school. From today on, you are all comrades serving in the 324th Division.
Now, take the time to say your final goodbyes to your loved ones!"
This person did not say anything more. As soon as he finished speaking, some middle-aged women in the crowd immediately shed tears.
They are the mothers of the recruits, and they truly know that today's farewell may be a farewell.
Gil has no idea what his future will be like. There are three possibilities: sacrifice, return with injuries, or return in triumph with a medal.
He steeled himself and said his final farewell to his father.
Ten minutes is a short time, and all the trucks make a rumbling engine roar at the same time.
"Child, go! You are just like me when I was young. Don't worry, you can find wealth in danger. You will gain honor and even love in this war." Old Ivanov encouraged with hope.
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"Yes, I will."
Old Ivanov finally touched the head of his belly with his old hands and stroked his young face.
The old man hid his depression and sorrow in his heart. He knew that he could not resist this destined fate, and he was fully aware of the national mission that his son was carrying. He greedily touched his son at the end, hoping that the short-term happiness would last.
But all this is of no avail.
Gil climbed into the covered truck with his few luggage, and then sat in the carriage covered with blankets. He stuck his head out and looked at his father, when suddenly there was a violent shaking, and the truck started to move.
Jill couldn't help but wave her right hand, and tears burst out from the corners of her eyes.
"Dad! You go back and tell mom that I will make great contributions, I will get many medals, and I will come back safely!"
His roar was drowned out by the roars of many people as the recruits bid farewell to their families.
In this situation, the deep old Ivanov could no longer control his emotions. He took off his velvet hat and waved it vigorously. Tears flowed uncontrollably to his stubble-covered chin, and finally dripped on his face.
Snow.
It wasn't until the entire truck convoy disappeared in the snow that Old Ivanov's emotions finally broke out completely.
He bent down and cried loudly. For more than 20 years, he had never been in such pain as he was today.
The entire square also fell into a sad mood at the same time. The parents who were bidding farewell to their children cried collectively and were unwilling to leave for a long time.
For Jill, he could fully understand the pain and expectations of his family, and now he finally ran to the military camp as he always wished.
He was fortunate that the passengers in the truck he was riding in were all his classmates from Class 6, with the only exception being his old friend Nikita.
The light in the carriage was very dim, and everyone sat cross-legged, letting the carriage bump, and chatting with each other as usual.
"That's good." Nikita muttered: "I successfully joined the army, and so did Victor. Now our shooting club will be..."
"What? Victor also succeeded?" Jill asked in surprise.
"Yes, two more division commanders came yesterday to recruit troops. It's not like you don't know about this. Victor missed the first time, but he didn't miss the second."
"Alas! So the only member of the shooting club is Natasha."
"She should be fine." Nikita shrugged: "I can see that Comrade Kharkova has leadership skills. Half of the students who successfully joined the army this time are from our club. Perhaps, our glorious
The shooting club is also lonely now."
"No. We are shooting at the target after all, and we will attack the enemy soon." Gil patted his old friend on the shoulder, "I heard that our division commander is an old soldier who is very good at fighting. Follow
With him we all have a good future."
"Huh? Where did you hear that?" Nikita's curiosity was also everyone's curiosity.
Jill said confidently: "Of course through some channels, after all, we are soldiers. Nikita, what is the dispute between you and Victor in school? Who is the real hero on the battlefield? Is it you?
Or him?"
"Hehe, of course it's me." Nikita chuckled, and then said confidently, "I choose to be a communications soldier, and I will experience it in the grassroots army. Of course, I think my shooting ability is very outstanding, I should become a sniper
It's a great achievement, but it's a pity that they don't agree. By the way, Jill, how were you arranged?"
"I..." Gil thought for a moment and finally explained the truth: "I was assigned to the division headquarters to go to the communications platoon."
As soon as these words came out, the entire carriage was in a state of uproar. The students were not purely naive, and everyone really couldn't imagine how Gil was favored by the teacher. Could it be that it was just because he was the son of the sub-postmaster.
No! The communications platoon at the division headquarters can be said to be part of the command center, and the best elites are needed there.
Victor has no idea that Jill's current situation is the result of Natasha's many kind words in front of her teacher. After all, Jill does have a better future. Victor is envious, but he can only be envious.
"Oh! You are handsome and your overall quality is very good. You are really a lucky person. I hope you can perform your mission well when you arrive at the division headquarters." Victor encouraged.
"Of course, I still want to make meritorious deeds!"
"Really? Then you must convey all information without errors. You and I are both old friends. You must remember that your classmates are all serving at the grassroots level. For everyone's safety, you must ensure that the information conveyed is absolutely correct.
Accurate.”
"Yes! I completely understand."
Gil and his classmates began a long journey of nearly 200 kilometers.
Thanks to the snow covering the road, the road became quite smooth after the snow was compacted.
There is no need to worry about slippery roads in ice and snow, because the twenty trucks collected by the Perm authorities are genuine American goods. They are also a small part of the huge amount of supplies sent ashore by the Allied transport fleet that resumed shipping in the Arctic Ocean.
They are all Dodge trucks of excellent quality. According to the requirements of the Soviet Union, American manufacturers have made improvements to key areas such as engines, gearboxes and drive shafts, so that the trucks coming off the production line use very good antifreeze and lubricants.
, can cope with extreme low temperatures of minus 30 degrees.
They are made larger, and their load capacity and endurance have been greatly improved. Therefore, each vehicle can pull only ten recruits with not much luggage without any pressure at all. Some of the extra space is even packed in
He picked up some wooden boxes, which were stuffed with some adventure gloves and one-piece wool face masks collected by the conscription committee from the city's material logistics warehouse.
After a long journey throughout the day, everyone arrived at the end of the journey when night was about to fall.
All recruits prepared some dry food and drinking water for the journey. The so-called dry food was actually a small piece of dry bread, which was just to satisfy their hunger.
The convoy arrived at a small town near the railway in the afternoon, which is Ochoor. The convoy only stopped briefly for everyone to get off the car and use the toilet.
In just this moment, Gil figured out where he was sitting. Here, he and his classmates also met some officers and soldiers of the 324th Division who were responding.
After a short stay, the convoy began its final journey, and finally the group arrived at the 324th Division training camp hidden in the forest.
By the time we got to Ochoor, the continuous snowfall had stopped.
After a few days, Jill finally saw the dim sunset in the west, and the vast white world illuminated by the soft and lazy sunset.
There are a large number of wooden houses standing unexpectedly in the pure white land. They are arranged neatly, which is undoubtedly the military barracks.
At present, more than 9,000 people live together, and everyone lives in single-story wooden houses. These are very huge wooden houses, which not only solve the accommodation problem for many people, but also solve the problem of central heating.
Gil and his entourage can be said to be distinguished guests. They are all technical troops urgently needed by the army, so the division political commissar Borisov personally greeted these "young Lenins" with great interest.
The motorcade stopped peacefully and all the recruits filed out. Since thirty of them were members of the shooting club, almost the rest were also members of the radio club.
What happened next surprised Borisov. These young people wearing thick clothes and most of them wearing Lenin's Communist Youth League badges did not need any instructions at all and lined up neatly almost instinctively.
Borisov couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "Master, you are really capable. You have really found so many talents in Perm. There should be more talents in the future?"
Borisov could not help but salute the military salute and express his sincere condolences to the young soldiers.
Under the training of Balzen, the 324th Division focused on efficiency in everything they did. Because of this ethos, Borisov was very disgusted with lazy people, and the most respected ones were those who were quick and easy.
He asked about the composition of the recruits and was surprised that they were all talented people.
He asked one person in particular: "Comrades, who among you is named Gil? Gil Ivanovich Ivanov, come out!"
"It's me!" Jill yelled, then took three steps forward.
It turned out that Balzen had already sent a telegram to the division headquarters, ordering the left-behind personnel to complete the response work and then directly take Gil among them to the division headquarters.
Borisov believed that the division commander had discovered a talent among talents. Looking at this person today, Gil, he indeed looked dignified and promising. After some questioning, he understood why the division commander valued this person.
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"That's right! You are indeed a talented service officer!"
"Here!" Sergeysky, who was in charge of the infantry division's general logistics, hurried over.
"Are the dormitories assigned to recruits ready?"
"Yes! Comrade Political Commissar."
"Very good. Find a room alone and arrange it for Gil Ivanov."
"this……"
"This is an order, go quickly!"
"As commanded."
In this way, Gil, who originally wanted to be as ordinary as possible, had to enjoy special treatment. He could only accept this result, after all, his identity had changed. When serving in the army, the orders of the commander are everything, no matter what
This command is good or bad.
In short, he was able to live luxuriously and independently, and he felt that he was already favored by his teachers.
So, will the codebook be used for three days? This is a must.