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Chapter 661 Quarrel

"We can't take care of Tokov's people now! They are temporarily considered missing! Misha, we will contact the division headquarters now!"

After all, Balzen slept for a while and regained his energy, which was enough. 23US.

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It was a quiet night. The sky was full of stars and a crescent moon hung high in the sky. The big trees in the forest were sprouting new buds. The dim moonlight filtered in, and the visibility could only barely see the silhouettes of people thirty or forty meters away.

The breeze blew, slightly covering up the snoring of the soldiers, but it could not cover up the arrival of the radio station.

Calculating the distance, Balzen knew that there was no need for warriors who were good at climbing trees to hang the antenna on the tree. It was now fully possible to communicate with the Homnich relay station.



Just over 20 kilometers away, a group of soldiers were left behind at the ruins of Homnich. The telegraph operator in charge of the night shift was drowsy, and the sudden beeping of the radio interrupted all the tranquility.

In this way, Balzen, who had been disconnected for nearly four hours, finally communicated again!

Although it was already nearly fifteen, as responsible officers, Yang Mingzhi, Yevlov and others did not dare to neglect. They not only had to supervise the collection of airdrop supplies, but also because the front line finally started fighting, the battle situation also had to be monitored.

It's just very bad. There are no drones in this era, and the communication level is even worse. Only Balzen knows what happened on the front line. What's even worse is that this guy has missed two transmission opportunities.

Therefore, Yang Mingzhi put on the headset and took the walkie-talkie, and asked in his Russian with a hint of Chinese accent: "Barzen, what exactly happened to you? Could it be a night battle with the enemy? It has been four hours."

It’s over! Hurry up!”

Balzen was very honest about the missing spare battery and lost contact because of it.

But this was not the key issue. Balzen tried to contact him, just to explain to the division headquarters a worse situation.

His words were more humble and even self-critical: "Chief of Staff, I, Balzen, am self-willed. You gave me the best troops in the division to command, but now I only have 520 troops left to fight.

Ten people, this is the result we just counted!"

"What? Are you counting people again?"

"There are five hundred and twenty people, Chief of Staff, I am ashamed of my comrades..."

Yang Mingzhi knew that Balzen's casualties were very serious. When he moved to battle, he did not have time to make detailed statistics. He just estimated that their casualties were very serious, and the result was so serious.

Yevlov, who was still awake, came over and asked anxiously: "What are the casualties of Balzen?"

"It's a thousand people! It's actually a thousand people!" Yang Mingzhi repeated the word "thousand" and kept increasing the volume, which also directly woke up Yelentina who was sleeping on the bench.

Although Balzen quickly explained that there may be more than a hundred people still alive, they are out of contact.

But even so, since mid-mid, when Balzen's reconnaissance company was sent straight to the German defense line, it only took half a month, and the army lost nearly a thousand people. It would be understandable if the sacrifices were all militiamen, after all, they lacked

Training. But these casualties were the elites of the 84th Division. Some of them survived the defense of Minsk at the beginning of the war, and they died just like that.

Compared with Yang Mingzhi, who tried hard to remain calm, Yevlov completely entered a violent state.

"This Balzen, we sent him there because he is good at forest warfare. As long as he defends the position well, he can defeat the enemy even if he attacks. The result is good, this idiot dared to attack the German position with more than a thousand people.

It is simply stupid to fight the enemy's defenses with your flesh and blood. Now I basically understand his situation. At this moment, the German army must be attacking in groups! Maybe we will have another big war soon!"

The roar was so loud that even Balzen, who was dozens of kilometers away, could clearly hear the scolding directed at him.

But he also heard a different voice immediately, and it must be Yelentina.

It turned out that the division political commissar was very unhappy with the division commander's rant. In addition to being angry at being woken up, Yelentina was also dissatisfied with Yevlov's wording.

"My comrade division commander, there is only one direction for the Soviet soldiers to attack, and that is the enemy's position. Balzen and his soldiers are all good! Their spirit is worthy of admiration."

"Bah! That's admirable! If our elites are wiped out, we can only fight the enemy with poorly trained troops! Balzen is so stupid, he only focuses on immediate gains, and the elites are sacrificed!"

"But he still burned the enemy's barracks! And we only lost a few hundred people! Only a few hundred people. For the army, shouldn't Balzen deserve a commendation?"

Yang Mingzhi did not rush to start a fight. Instead, he took off his headset and let Balzen, who was dozens of kilometers away, listen carefully.

Regarding Balzen's initiative to launch an attack, Yevlov believed that the attack was inappropriate from a military point of view, while Yelentina, with her temper trained by the Ministry of Internal Affairs, believed that an initiative to attack was a heroic act at any time. Division Headquarters

There were two voices, and Balzen, who was ready to go back and obey, was immediately confused.

Yang Mingzhi was very tired, and he couldn't be more tired after seeing this man and woman arguing with each other. This couple is already close to each other, and they can scream loudly even if they sleep in the same bed. It seems that they are really enjoying the burning passion.

Years ago, this was almost like a quarrel between two people.

After all, both of them had their own reasons. After leading them to debate for a while, Yang Mingzhi acted as a mediator to calm them down.

"Okay! I can't stand this woman anymore! When it comes to commanding the troops, the critical moment has to be up to you, Belekov..."

"It doesn't matter that I'm a woman, at least I think Balzen has some backbone!"

Seeing that they were about to quarrel just after they quieted down, Yang Mingzhi stamped his feet angrily several times and shouted: "Everyone, be quiet. I am the chief of staff. Now let me make my decision!"

Balzen originally reported the situation to the division headquarters. The current situation of the army was known to the division headquarters and it was reasonable for the division headquarters to be angry when they knew these very bad situations. Unexpectedly, they started to quarrel. It was not until he heard the deputy division commander's voice again that he went out in an orderly manner.

One step plan.

Yang Mingzhi listened to him carefully and couldn't help but fall into an ambiguous state.

"You want me to send troops to reinforce you? Are you sure you are being pursued by the Germans? If so, five hundred people are indeed very dangerous."

"Yes, the German army has hounds after all. This is what I am most worried about. If they think they have a chance to eliminate me and can accurately pursue us, if it were me, I would definitely pursue them! So please send troops to support us quickly! Finally

What an elite force!"

Yang Mingzhi was on the verge of scolding this guy who had lost all his elite soldiers. What elite soldiers could he use? When he thought of the word elite soldiers, a wonderful idea came to his mind.

Yang Mingzhi now ignored the man and woman who were in the midst of the Cold War and ordered directly into the walkie-talkie: "Barzen, the elite soldiers you want will be available soon. The new paratroopers are the few most elite members of our Soviet Workers' and Peasants' Red Army."

Troops, I am ordering them to assemble immediately and go straight to the ruins of Homnage. But they will have to arrive at noon if they use trucks at the earliest. Before that, you must move to Homnage on your own. If there is a battle on the way, it will really happen.

You can only rely on yourself!"

Balzen was not surprised and tried to remain calm.

"I understand! And with your words, the soldiers can see hope! I hope the chief of staff can bring more food and clean drinking water. I hope the soldiers can eat fresh bread tomorrow afternoon."

"Okay! I will try my best to satisfy you!" (To be continued...)


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