The early morning light shines on the forest, the mist fills the ground, and the curtain-like sunlight adds a sense of mystery to this area. This is like a scene in a fantasy story. Yang Mingzhi stood up after waking up. This scene is really special.
illusory.
"If the world I came to was more similar to the Middle Ages, maybe I would have done more. Living in World War II, it was really difficult to survive." He patted his numb face and looked at the two lying down.
Girls. They are still hugging each other, as if they are twin sisters.
The silent forest gradually became bustling, and the neighing of horses caused even more noise.
After waking up, the soldiers immediately started to eat. Everyone had a good rest this night. After eating breakfast, they walked a short distance and reached home.
On the other hand, the motorized convoy that left first arrived at the Blacksmith Village as quickly as possible. They met Womanski's horse-drawn convoy on the way and did not stop to exchange a few words. At ten o'clock in the evening, the wounded finally no longer had to endure the bumps.
They were already driving on the road repaired by the villagers.
The convoy arrived safely at the Blacksmith Village, and Yelentina also met the first group of soldiers returning from the expedition.
She and the people from the Gomel Municipal Committee ran all the way to see what was going on, and saw a large number of wounded people getting out of the car.
Yelentina casually grabbed someone and asked, "Soldier, who is your battalion commander? How is the army doing now?"
The soldier with a bandage on his arm saluted helplessly with his left hand and said: "Sir, I am a soldier from the Lavrenti Battalion. Comrade Division Commander is leading the large troops in victory."
She let the man go, and now what was displayed in front of this woman was not only a tall military truck, but also a powerful field artillery! Over the past few months, she had become accustomed to the embarrassing situation of the troops having only light weapons. The arrival of these field artillery
It will undoubtedly greatly increase the combat effectiveness of the troops.
Similarly, this is also the most combat-effective unit that Gomel Municipal Party Committee personnel have seen since the war began. Lyudbalev asked directly: "I heard that the 284th Division used field artillery during the battle. It must be these."
"Yes, this is our trophy." Yelentina saw that there were a large number of bundles of rifles hanging on the sides of these trucks. This was not over yet, two tanks drove over, and their appearance was simply ridiculous.
Lyudbalev couldn't help but joked: "The image of these tanks is simply like tractors transporting huge haystacks."
"A very appropriate description." Yelentina squinted her eyes and took a closer look. Even though the weather was a bit cold, every pore in her body was stretched. "Comrade Mayor, just in the morning you were still worried about whether our army was really
We have severely damaged the enemy and killed thousands of them, and now I can tell you clearly that the physical evidence is right in front of you."
The people in the Gomel Municipal Committee were very smart. They saw that what was tied to the tank was a large group of German helmets. The tank had deep ruts, indicating that it carried a huge load.
Chekov had been lying on the tank command tower, and when he saw the division political commissar, he lay down in a daze to report.
"Reporting to comrade political commissar! Tank platoon leader Chekov has arrived safely with his convoy. Please give instructions."
"After the ceremony, order your soldiers to unload the goods immediately and put down the loot. All the wounded will be handed over to the hospital."
"There are also comrades who died." Chekov added, "We tried to bring their bodies back as much as possible, right..."
"real?!"
Jelentina became nervous. She could see that the troops had made a huge gain this time, and they must pay a heavy price for it.
Under the leadership of Chekov, everyone came to several trucks containing corpses.
"After the battle, many fallen soldiers have been buried. What you see now are those who died in the final annihilation battle. We found two hundred complete corpses. The chief and deputy division commander ordered us to bring them back and bury them in the cemetery."
Jelentina nodded, even though her heart was about to fly with joy because of this great victory, when facing the dead soldiers, her face was ashen.
Lyudbarev couldn't help but ask: "Comrade Chekov! It seems that you participated in the final annihilation battle. The intelligence said that you annihilated an enemy infantry regiment. For this reason, you only had this loss?"
"Yes, sir!" Chekov thought that Lyudbarev was also an officer, so he honestly told some details of the battle.
This made Lyudbarev take a deep breath, but he said nothing.
The militiamen who stayed behind rushed to move the corpses before dark and showed respect to the dead. No one opened the covered stalls on the spot. Yelentina instructed several of her clerks: "After dark, count them according to the notes on the clothes of the dead."
The identity of the person was finally recorded."
Due to environmental restrictions, the Soviet troops in the swamp did not have dog tags. They could only write their personal information on a piece of cloth and sew it into their clothes. They sacrificed their lives, and Yelentina did not want them to sleep underground as unknown heroes.
The corpses were carried away one after another. They were living people some time ago, and now they are returning to dust. Yelentina shook her head and tried to cheer up.
She turned around and said: "Comrades of the Gomel Municipal Committee, let's take a look at our trophies. Count the number of German steel helmets we captured. This is the proof of our achievements. When our army reports to the front army headquarters, I hope you will
Serving as a supervisor serves our military justice."
Lyudbarev lost his temper. He asked Chekov again and learned that there were still a large number of helmets that had not been brought back, and the dog tags that were the most important evidence of his military success were also on the way to be transported.
However, this man still had the patience to personally participate in the work of counting the helmets. The number was as high as more than two thousand, some of which were obviously deformed and even stained with blood.
Everything proved that the Soviet army had achieved a great victory. Lyudbalev could not sleep that night, just waiting for the army's triumphant return the next day.
Early in the morning, he struggled to fall asleep and was woken up by the roar of a car. It turned out that this was Yelentina's new decision.
The truck unloaded all the cargo and moved forward again. They formed a convoy and continued northward along the ruts until they met Yang Mingzhi's army.
At this moment, the large army was advancing step by step. Some of them temporarily cut down some small trees and wrapped them with red cloth to make red flags. The flags were fluttering in the wind, the troops were victorious, and the morale of the soldiers was greatly increased. They simply sang military songs.
Warmansky was even more excited. His cavalry sang "Prairie Cavalry Song", which had to remind some of the older militiamen in the team of the civil war that year.
The military song was really loud, and strange noises came from the distance. Yang Mingzhi raised his binoculars and saw a large number of trucks driving towards the troops.
"You really get what you need! This must be your woman's decision." Yang Mingzhi smiled and sent Yevlov.
"That's right! The truck's load-carrying capacity is excellent. We can throw a lot of things on the carriage onto it and let our horses breathe for a while."
"That's right. I'm worried that the war horses will die from exhaustion. Rather than eating horse meat, I hope they can be used as transportation vehicles."
"There are also tools for plowing." Yevlov twisted his neck, "Let's go, Berekov, it's time for us to take action." (To be continued.) 8