On the other side, the other two classes had already returned to Pukarev with water to report.
The mission was carried out fairly smoothly. After completing the water collection mission, only one person died and two were injured in the two squads. However, the squadron commanded by Shulka could not wait for a while.
"What's going on?" Pukarev paced back and forth. After waiting for a while, he finally couldn't help it anymore.
"Abramvich!" Pukarev ordered: "Go and see what's going on in class one?"
Abramovich is the squad leader of the second squad. He is tall and thin, and his long legs give him a great advantage when running. This gives him the nickname "Long Legs", so the platoon leader sometimes prefers to call him around.
Not a communications corps.
"Yes!" Long Legs responded, then ran towards the dormitory with the gun on his back.
It didn't take long for Long Legs to come back, and he reported with surprise: "Comrade platoon leader, there is no one there, they are not there!"
"Then where else can they be?" Pukarev asked.
"I don't know!" Longlegs replied.
One soldier quipped: "They can't be lost!"
The soldiers all laughed.
Of course Pukarev knew this was impossible, even if Shulka didn't know the way to the dormitory, his subordinates did.
It was impossible to desert, because there were Germans everywhere and they had nowhere to escape.
Then... there is only one possibility, and that is to surrender to the Germans.
"Damn it!" Pukarev cursed, and then ordered: "Pick up your guns, let's go get them back!"
Just as he was about to set off, he saw Shulka and a group of people emerging from the traffic ditch.
Pukarev couldn't help but be stunned, and then cursed: "Great, you are finally back. I thought I sent you to Moscow to get water!"
"Sorry, comrade platoon leader..."
"Did you get the water back?" Pukarev interrupted Shulka.
"No, comrade platoon leader..."
"Are you trying to tell me that you've been there for so long and yet you didn't get any water?"
In fact, there was no need to ask. There was indeed something in the iron bucket. Although Pukarev couldn't see clearly what it was, it was so light that it could sway left and right in the wind. It definitely couldn't be water.
"Then what exactly did you do?" Pukarev, who was furious, kicked the iron bucket over hard, then grabbed Shulka by the collar: "Do you want to tell me where you were hiding and wandering around?
then……"
Before he finished speaking, Pukarev realized that something was wrong, because the surroundings instantly became quiet, and his eyes changed from gloating to surprise.
"What's wrong?" Pukarev asked in confusion.
"Comrade platoon leader!" Long Legs picked up a piece of something from the ground with an expression of disbelief and said, "It's bread, they brought bread!"
"bread?"
"bread!"
…
This word caused a stir in the surrounding area, and even soldiers from other units crowded in. If the soldiers in the second row had not held guns in their hands, they would all have stepped forward to rob it.
"What's going on?" Pukarev looked at Shulka in confusion: "Where did the bread come from?"
"I was about to report to you, comrade platoon leader!" Shulka replied: "We accidentally discovered a batch of supplies that had escaped the German bombing in the air raid shelter!"
"A batch of supplies?" Pukarev asked, "How many are there?"
"About twenty cars!"
With a "coax" sound, these words once again caused a sensation.
You must know that the war broke out at four o'clock in the morning, which means that most people have only eaten two small meals of mashed potatoes since last night. At the same time, they have been fighting all day long, and everyone is so hungry that their chests are pressed against their backs.
Back.
But Shulka discovered a batch of supplies...
"Are they all bread?" Pukaryv asked again.
"No!" Shulka replied: "There is water, there is vodka, there are weapons and ammunition!"
Every time Shulka said something, the surrounding soldiers cheered. If Pukarev hadn't stopped him, they would have even lifted Shulka up and thrown him into the air.
"What's going on?" At this time, an officer squeezed in from the crowd and ordered loudly: "Shut up and go back to your posts! If the Germans give you a few rounds of artillery shells at this time, I believe your screams
The sound will soon turn into a wail!"
This is true, what is taboo on the battlefield is the sound that can attract the enemy's attention and the gathering of many people.
"Comrade Company Commander!" Pukarev stepped forward to salute and reported: "My men found a batch of supplies!"
"A shipment of supplies?"
"Yes!" Pukaryv said and waved to Shulka.
Only then did Shulka realize that the officer in front of him was his company Davydov. He quickly ran forward and continued Pukaryv's words: "Yes, comrade company commander. A batch of supplies, more than twenty vehicles
Cars, loaded with ammunition, food and water, maybe medical supplies... I'm not sure because we didn't check carefully!"
"Where is it?" the company commander asked.
"Zhurav air-raid shelter!" Shulka replied: "I asked two people to guard there, and no one is allowed to approach without orders!"
"Well done!" Hearing this, the company commander couldn't help but look at Shulka one more time, and then he recognized Shulka.
"Are you the soldier who blew up the enemy tank?" the company commander asked.
"Yes, Comrade Company Commander!"
The company commander nodded, turned around and ordered to the correspondent: "Notify the major immediately!"
As mentioned before, the supplies at this time can definitely be said to be a treasure, so it quickly attracted the attention of Major Gavrilov.
Needless to say, Major Gavrilov immediately sent people to take over the Zhurav air raid shelter, and then evacuated and allocated the materials in the air raid shelter.
This approach was very professional. Although it was an air raid shelter, no place on the battlefield could be said to be truly safe.
The best thing to do is to "evacuate".
That is to say, the materials are divided into several parts for placement. Weapons, equipment or ammunition that can be allocated should be allocated to the troops as much as possible... This can improve one's combat effectiveness on the one hand, and ensure the safety of the materials on the other.
This kept Major Gavrilov busy for a while, so he didn't find Shulka until late at night.
At that time, Shulka was taking a nap in the trench with his rifle in his arms.
This was a very painful experience. Shulka was so tired that his bones were falling apart, but he couldn't fall asleep. All he could do was close his eyes and take a rest.
Then Shulka felt someone sitting next to him. Shulka opened his eyes and was startled.
"Major!" Shulka wanted to stand up and salute but was stopped by the major.
The major patted Shulka on the shoulder and said: "You saved us, Comrade Shulka, you gave me hope!"