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Chapter 450 Transfer

"But we can't change this, Comrade Andrianka!" Major Mikhailovich was a little frustrated.

They really can't change, because the shame of defeat is like a brand on this unit, and it will stay with its soldiers forever.

Therefore, it is almost impossible to get good equipment and "normal" missions. Those are all decided by the High Command. The 82nd Infantry Regiment is more like a puppet that cannot control itself... The puppet certainly cannot change the strings.

people's thoughts.

unless……

"Unless we can win a battle!" Shulka said, "or play an important role in the battle!"

Major Mikhailovich replied: "We all know this, Shulka, because it will restore our honor, but before that we are probably dead and the unit no longer exists!"

"Maybe not!" Shulka replied.

"How can you not?" Andrianka spread his hands: "Can you win by charging at the enemy with a rifle and grenades? No, I don't think so!"

Shulka said nothing.

Major Mikhailovich and Andrianka thought that Shulka had nothing to do about it, but that was not the case. Shulka just didn't know how to explain his thoughts.

Or it can be said that this idea is simply unexplainable and unreasonable unless they are told that they can foresee the future and know what will happen in the future.

When Major Mikhailovich and Andrianka went out to train the troops, Schur found an excuse to dismiss the guards, and then called Kalashnikov.

The call was answered by a correspondent. In this era, even a place like a tractor factory could not have one phone call per office, especially since Kalashnikov was not considered an important person at this time.

After more than a minute, Kalashnikov picked up the phone. He couldn't help but exclaimed when he heard Shulka's voice: "Shulka, I heard you were promoted. How are you?

How is the new unit?"

"Yes, I'm fine!" Shulka replied insincerely.

Kalashnikov wanted to say something else, but Shulka interrupted him: "I don't have much time, Comrade Kalashnikov, I need your help with something!"

"Of course, Shulka!" Kalashnikov agreed immediately.

"I am now in the 82nd Infantry Regiment of the 27th Infantry Division of the 3rd Army!" Shulka said: "Do you remember this number?"

"Well, yes, Comrade Shulka!" Kalashnikov replied.

"You find a way to move it to Stalingrad!"

"What?" Kalashnikov couldn't help but be stunned: "But, how can I do it?"

"Think of a way, Kalashnikov!" Shulka said: "For example, your plan needs talents, workers, or other things!"

"Okay, I'll try it!" Kalashnikov replied: "But I can't guarantee that it will work!"

"Thank you, Comrade Kalashnikov!"

"Fuck you!" Kalashnikov cursed and hung up the phone.

This is what Shulka thinks.

Shulka considered that any time the 82nd Infantry Regiment steps onto the battlefield, it will inevitably end up as cannon fodder.

This is not only because of the equipment, but also because of the nature of the task: If the superiors arrange the 82nd Infantry to step on mines or use their lives to detect enemy firepower, then what will happen even if Shulka has the ability? In such a unit, Shulka

Erka's idea had no chance at all.

After much deliberation, there is only one suitable battlefield for the 82nd Infantry Regiment... Stalingrad.

Although the battlefield environment of Stalingrad was harsh, and historically it was said that few troops who walked into the meat grinder of Stalingrad survived more than three days.

But this is all without preparation.

If Shulka can lead the 82nd Infantry Regiment to make some preparations in Stalingrad, it may be able to play some unexpected role.

On the other side, Kalashnikov went directly to Sisoy.

"Comrade Sisoy!" Kalashnikov said directly to Sisoy: "Do you remember Comrade Shulka?"

"Of course!" Sisoy replied.

"He is now the deputy commander of the 82nd Infantry Regiment!"

"Oh, he deserves this!" Sisoy still sighed without knowing the actual situation: "In fact, I think he should have become a commander long ago!"

"I don't know why!" Kalashnikov said: "Shulka hopes that his troops can come to Stalingrad for training. Maybe... he is more familiar with the training factory here or for other reasons. I don't know very well. You

What is the solution?"

"Of course, Comrade Kalashnikov!" Sisoy agreed without thinking: "It would be great if his troops could come here for training. I just have some questions that I need to ask him!"

So, this matter was handled smoothly.

After all, this is not a big deal for Sisoy, and it would not be difficult for Sisoy to request the deployment of an army. It is normal for scientific research units to need to transfer some manpower.

Shulka never told Major Mikhailovich and Andrianka about this from beginning to end.

All they knew was that a few days later, the division headquarters called the regiment headquarters and ordered: "Gather at the train station immediately. The target is Stalingrad. There is a new mission!"

"Yes!" Major Mikhailovich couldn't help but wonder after putting down the phone: "Stalingrad?"

Andrianka shook his head helplessly and said: "Maybe they plan to treat us as workers. I heard that tanks, artillery shells and other things are being mass-produced there!"

Major Mikhailovich nodded in agreement. Apart from this, he could not think of any other new tasks in Stalingrad.

Shulka also pretended not to know.

After all, who would believe that a rear city like Stalingrad would soon become a battlefield between Germany and the Soviet Union and even become the meat grinder with the highest number of casualties in history?

Ulyupinsk is not far from Stalingrad, more than 300 kilometers, and we will arrive in a few hours.

Kalashnikov had been waiting for Shulka at the station. As soon as he saw Shulka, he warmly greeted him and gave Shulka a hug.

To be honest, Shulka was not used to this, but Soviet friends almost always met like this, so Shulka just followed the Romans.

"How is it?" Kalashnikov punched Shulka and said, "You are already a senior commander. I should salute you, Comrade Deputy Commander!"

Shulka just raised his head to his troops beside him: "Those are my soldiers!"

Kalashnikov was immediately stunned and looked at Shulka with disbelief.

Obviously, these soldiers are not on the same level as the 1st Guards Tank Brigade.


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