The forest in the early morning was filled with morning mist, and the humidity was already saturated. Many sleeping soldiers were a little damp, and there was some dew on the guns they held tightly.
Yesterday, the soldiers received the mission. Everyone lurked in the ambush, and most of them lay down on the position to rest. These Soviet soldiers always give others the impression of being sloppy, but in fact, the soldiers are very hygienic on weekdays.
It's just that the battlefield environment is terrible, and the soldiers have no more demands. If they can win the battle, being a little sloppy is acceptable.
When Yang Mingzhi woke up, he had an uneasy sleep. He knew that once entering the battlefield, all the soldiers would no longer be able to live comfortably. Sleeping in a foxhole was already a great enjoyment.
By the way, he brought up the two children beside him, and Star Tao and Natasha had to get their house in order and prepare for battle quickly.
"Is there a signal from the headquarters?" Yang Mingzhi asked the telegraph operator, and the man nodded. What Catfish Village did was just ordinary communication, reporting each other that everything was safe and sound. He immediately asked the investigator, and the telegraph operator did the same.
Said everything was fine.
"Sir, it is true that no Germans passed the road at night. You think if they did, the loud noise would wake us all up."
Yang Mingzhi patted his face, which was numb from sleep. "That's true. You continue to stick to the radio station."
There was no German transport team at night. It was already daytime, and the Germans were bound to appear. He saw the soldiers getting up one after another, organizing their bedding, rolling up the stalls and tying them on their backpacks. There were already soldiers who had tidied up and were nibbling.
With dry food - bread cubes.
How was the situation with the young soldiers? Yang Mingzhi decided to go and see for himself.
These children are currently the auxiliary of the large army, and they are also reorganizing the internal affairs. The young Kharkiv was appointed as the commander of the teenagers. He was only sixteen years old and a member of the Communist Youth League. Seventy children followed his orders.
These people, like the others, were chewing on their weapons, while some were checking their weapons.
Yang Mingzhi was very satisfied, and now Kharkov ran all the way and stood at attention in front of him.
"Everyone stand at attention!"
The children immediately put down their hands, and Yang Mingzhi waved his hand.
"Comrade Deputy Division Commander, the entire youth camp has been assembled, please give instructions!"
"Everyone take a rest." Yang Mingzhi looked around at these people. He didn't say anything more, but told Kharkov. "The ambush will definitely start today, and you are likely to go to the battlefield. All obey my orders, and treat me as
When ordering the reserves to go into battle, all of you must not be timid, otherwise you will be dealt with according to military law."
Kharkiv stood at attention and saluted, suppressing the nervousness and excitement in his heart, he turned around. "Comrades, we are really going to the battlefield today!"
The crowd immediately became commotion, and Yang Mingzhi smiled slightly. This Kharkiv must have done some ideological work, and some people were still hesitant yesterday. Well, in fact, Yang Mingzhi did not feel that it was necessary to send all the militiamen to participate in the battle.
The density of firepower on the front line is already too luxurious.
Just when Yang Mingzhi was inspecting the appearance of the young soldiers, Yelenkina ran over like flying.
"Berekov! You are actually playing house with your children here?! Come on! Germans! Our..."
As soon as Yang Mingzhi heard the word German, he immediately ran away and quickly rushed to the position.
Yelentina gasped, holding her legs and moaning. "Berekov, it's the telegraph operator calling you. Really, why are you so anxious?"
In the end, the telegraph operator personally ran to the ambush where Yang Mingzhi was and relayed exactly what the investigators saw.
Yang Mingzhi nodded: "This is the enemy. As I thought, there are not many troops. You continue to maintain communication with the scouts and notify me immediately if there is new information."
Yang Mingzhi quickly sent a signal message to the enemy on the other side of the road. The small yellow flag was waved regularly, which was an order for the troops to prepare for battle immediately.
The soldiers responsible for setting off the landmines wore huge straw hats and had thatch stuck in the gaps in their clothes. These were thirty courageous soldiers who lurked in the grass, waiting for opportunities to pull the hemp ropes to detonate the mines. At the same time, these people also threw
Grenadier, with several grenades strapped to his waist.
Yelentina staggered over, her revolver loaded.
This woman sat down next to Yang Mingzhi. At this moment, Yang Tao and Natasha had also completed setting up the sniper position.
Yang Mingzhi ignored the woman for the time being, but gave orders to the two girls. The two girls he cared about most were ordered to shoot the German commanders. "You must aim at the officers wearing big-brimmed hats. They are very good."
Identification. According to their regulations, German officers will only wear helmets unless there are special circumstances."
Yelentina waited for a while, feeling angry.
Yang Mingzhi had already given orders to the soldiers. All the militiamen were lying in ambush in the rear. The third company he directly led was laid flat on one side of the road. Everyone's gun safety had been turned on. As long as a hand shook, the machine gun would fire.
"Okay, do you have any problems now?" Yang Mingzhi turned around as if nothing was wrong and looked at the angry Yelentina.
This made her lose her temper, and she could only say fiercely: "Berekov, at least you have to listen to what I have to say before running away. I am a political commissar after all."
"Okay, Yelentina, this is my fault. Now please enter the position, the battle is about to begin.
"Okay. Give me a rifle."
Yang Mingzhi blew a whistle, and a soldier came with a semi-automatic rifle. "My comrade political commissar, we will see how you perform in a moment."
Yelentina checked and found ten bullets. She closed the magazine and smiled with satisfaction, then her face became resolute.
At the same time, a German transport convoy was marching swaggeringly on the road.
"It's so bad! Do Soviet roads count as roads?" Hans, a German automobile soldier, has complained many times. His co-pilot Lawrence is the commander of this transport team.
"Bear with it! You should be lucky that we haven't reached the rainy season yet. When we capture Moscow and then attack east of the Ural Mountains, once it rains there, the roads will be muddy. You and I, including the Führer, will go crazy.
"
Hans shook his head helplessly. The Soviet Union was not like Germany. At this moment, Nazi Germany had the earliest highway system in the world. Of course, according to current standards, it was equivalent to a first-class highway.
On the Soviet side, the so-called Mozyr-Lechitsa Highway is actually a dirt road, and it is a very old route. It will eventually connect to Ryazan Avenue, which is the only way to Moscow.
Lawrence looked at the schedule, "Twenty cars, thirty carriages, a total of one hundred and thirty tons of supplies. Really, the front line is too consumed. Even if this happens, the Soviets are still resisting tenaciously."
"Yeah, it's really unexpected."
Suddenly, the wheels rattled, and Lawrence's heart also thumped. He yelled, "Be careful, this car is full of heavy artillery shells. If something goes wrong, you will all be blown away."
Hans frowned and retorted. "I have told you before that the roads in the Soviet Union are terrible! Besides, these shells cannot detonate even if they shake at all! After all, the fuses are installed separately."
Lawrence didn't talk nonsense to him. "Just drive honestly and keep an eye on us while we drive in the forest."
"Okay, of course I will keep an eye on the road. If there is a pothole that cannot be avoided, you will yell and curse. Are you still worried that the Soviets will ambush us?"
Lawrence closed the notebook with a look of disdain. "Of course there are Soviet guerrillas. As you know, they are all a group of stragglers. They are just as annoying as flies. So this transport team of mine is
The troops of a battalion rhyme. Our division could have been on the frontline battlefield, but was assigned to be a security division. The head of state is unfair, what can I do? The brothers are very tenacious in fighting, and they will easily defeat the guerrillas when they encounter them. Furthermore,
During this period, no one’s convoy encountered any information about Soviet armed personnel, and we basically did not encounter the enemy. Just drive well."
Hans shrugged, "Well, when we get to the destination, I have to have a good rest and find a Russian woman to make myself comfortable. Now the bumpy road is going to shatter my ass!"