Chapter 647

After receiving my assurance, rodimzev discussed with us the defense plan for the northern part of the city for a while, and then left with political commissar Vavilov.

Seeing that there were only a few of us left in the room, kirilov could not help complaining about me and said, "Comrade oshanina, how can you be so reckless and directly deny general rojimtev's order. If political commissar Vavilov hadn't stopped him just now, he might have dared to pull out his gun and fire at you. "

Although I didn't feel anything when I contradicted rodimzev at that time, I felt a little bit scared at the moment. Especially when I heard kirilov say that, I was in a cold sweat. I didn't say anything, just sat at the table in a daze, thinking about how to effectively resist the German attack.

"It seems impractical to rely on the existing fortifications alone to block the increasingly fierce German attack. German artillery and bombing every day, will stick to a regiment on the high ground caused no small loss. When shejerikov's regiment went to the front, it was a 2000 strong regiment full of soldiers, but now there are only more than 700 people left, including the wounded. If we continue to fight like this for three to five days at most, the formation of the first regiment will not exist. There are only 1400 people in the second regiment. If they are allowed to take over the defense of the first regiment, they can only hold on for about a week. When the first and second regiments are finished, three or four regiments will be transferred up? " Thinking of this, I shook my head hard, trying to get the idea out of my mind. At present, it has just entered September, and there are still as long as two months to go before the big counterattack. In the absence of any additional circumstances, and the enemy to fight consumption, is a fool to do things.

I was so absorbed in my thoughts that I didn't even notice the teapot that akhromeyev handed me. Akhromeyev put the teapot on the table, shook his hand in front of me a few times, and at the same time, he called out loudly: "Sir, comrade sir, can you hear me?"

I then recovered from my meditation, looked at him blankly and asked, "what's the matter, chief of staff?"

"Have a cup of tea!" Ahlomeyev pointed in front of me.

I let out a sound, then reached for the teapot, but accidentally touched it. The tea in it immediately fell on the table and made the map wet. As akhromeyev was busy cleaning up the tea on the table, I suddenly had an idea and asked kirilov standing beside me: "Comrade political commissar, are you familiar with Stalingrad?"

Kirilov listened to my question, shrugged his shoulders and said to me with a smile, "Comrade oshanina, I don't know if you read a new set of encyclopedias of the Soviet Union when you were reading, one of which is called on the map of the motherland?"

I had never heard of the book he said, so I shook my head honestly and said with some embarrassment, "sorry, comrade political commissar, I haven't read it." In order to show that he is not an ignorant person, he added, "maybe the book you mentioned can only be read in college. And I, if you know my resume, should know that after I finished the tenth grade, I married a frontier guard. "

Instead of discussing my resume with me, kirilov said, "I read this book in person, so I've been to many places with the people who wrote it, including Stalingrad." At this point, his face showed a proud look, "you say I am familiar with the city."

When I learned that kirilov had participated in the compilation of a book, I immediately felt great respect for him. You know, I admire the most talented and educated person. I didn't expect that the political commissar around me was such a person. After a few words of flattery, I suddenly turned the topic to what I was interested in: "Comrade political commissar, this is really wonderful. Let me ask you, if the Volga breaks its bank, will it submerge Stalingrad? "

Kirilov was stunned when he heard this, then his face changed greatly. In a moment, his body trembled violently like an electric shock. He pointed at me and said angrily after shaking for half a day: "Comrade oshanina, how can you make such an absurd assumption? Do you think the river will submerge the city named after the Supreme Commander himself? "

His words embarrassed me a little, but in order to find out what I wanted to know, I said politely, "I'm just asking. I want to get an accurate answer from you."

Kirilov said to me sternly, "Comrade oshanina, I tell you that no matter now or in the future, no matter how the flood is, the heroic city behind us will never be submerged."

Although he spoke to me in a very impolite tone, I got the answer I wanted indirectly. So I adjusted the topic in time: "Comrade political commissar, after daybreak tomorrow, let's go to the position of the first regiment and think about how to strengthen the defense of the Highlands in order to fight against the crazy attack of the enemy."

Kirilov couldn't keep up with my jumping thinking. Seeing that I was just asking if Stalingrad would be submerged if the Volga river burst its dyke, he asked him to accompany me to inspect the position tomorrow. He couldn't help looking at me blankly. After a brief silence, however, he nodded in agreement.

However, after he agreed, he looked around, then lowered his voice and said to me, "Comrade oshanina, as a political commissar, I think it's necessary to remind you that no matter when and where the water flooded Stalingrad, you can't mention it again, or you will be killed."

Although his words were very impolite, I understood that his blame was also out of love for me, so I had to blush and nod to show that I knew.

In the early hours of the morning, we were awakened by the heavy shelling and bombing from outside.

Akhromeyev quickly grabbed the phone, called the second regiment directly, and asked Pugachev in a loud voice: "second commander, what's going on outside?"

Pugachev's confused voice came from the microphone: "report to chief of staff, according to the observation post on the top of the hillside, about a regiment of German infantry, under the cover of 4 or 50 tanks, launched an attack from razguliyevka area. Judging from the direction of their assault, they want to pass through the aviagorodoc area and break into the city. At present, the enemy is shelling and bombing highland 107.5. "

After hearing this, ahlomeyev did not hang up immediately, but covered the phone with his hand, looked at me with his eyes, waiting for my instructions.

"Ask Pugachev what kind of action the enemy has taken on this side of mamayev post?" After I told akhromeyev, I turned to ask kirilov to contact the regiment. Unexpectedly, he had understood my intention and went to razumeyeva, who was sitting by the wall, to understand the situation in front of the regiment through the telephone.

After akhromeyev repeated what I said to Pugachev, Pugachev quickly replied, "report to the chief of staff, the positions of our regiment and regiment 1 are very calm, neither have they been shelled or bombed by the enemy, nor have they found enemy offensive troops in the open ground."

When akhromeyev put down the phone, kirilov also came back from the phone and reported to me, "Comrade oshanina, I asked Comrade xiejerikov about the situation he reported. As Comrade Pugachev said, he was neither shelled nor found the enemy's offensive troops in their vision."

Hearing the same report, I couldn't help feeling upset. My eyes were fixed on the position of 107.5 highland. I was worried about the 39th regiment of the guards. They had only one battalion. Could they block the enemy's attack? Thinking of this, I immediately ordered akhromeyev: "chief of staff, call the third chief of staff, gordonov, to make him ready to attack. Once there is a critical situation in the 107.5 highland, go to reinforce immediately. "

When akhromeyev called the third regiment, I said to kirilov standing next to him, "come on, comrade political commissar, let's go to the top of the hillside and have a look." With that, he lifted his legs and walked out.

Although the second regiment did not take part in the battle directly, Pugachev took precautions and organized the officers and men to repair all kinds of fortifications as soon as they had time. Not only have we dug trenches and trenches extending in all directions, built a large number of air raid shelters and hiding caves, but also built observation posts in the hidden and open places on the mountainside and the top of the mountain, so that I can check the war situation on the battlefield at any time.

Kirilov and I, as well as some of basmanov's soldiers, walked along the trench to the observation post on the top of the mountain. Seeing our arrival, the two soldiers who were watching the enemy situation turned around and saluted us. After a simple salute, I asked frankly, "Comrade soldier, what's the situation in the friendly highlands?"

A sergeant reported to me: "report to division commander, the enemy's plane bombed highland 107.5 for a while and then flew away, leaving only the artillery bombarding our army's position."

I went to the observation port, raised my telescope and looked up to the high ground. I saw that the cobweb fortifications crisscrossed on the north slope were being shelled by the enemy. Every time a shell falls, whether it falls outside or explodes inside the trench, it will lift large and small pieces of soil into the air, and then scatter them like raindrops.

After watching for a long time, I didn't see a figure on the position except for the mud, fire and smoke. I think it's strange that the officers and men of the 39th regiment are hiding somewhere. Don't they go to the front at all? Thinking of this, I put down my telescope and asked the sergeant standing straight behind me, "Comrade sergeant, where are the friendly troops on the high ground?"

When the sergeant heard my question, he quickly came to me and pointed to the front to explain to me: "Mr. division, please look at the south slope near the top of the slope. There are many newly built Tibetan caves, where the friendly troops are hiding."

I followed the direction of his fingers for a long time, but I still didn't see where he said the Tibetan soldier cave was. He said to kirilov in frustration: "Comrade political commissar, you'd better come and have a look. I've been looking for it for a long time, but I haven't seen where the friendly army's Tibetans cave is."

Kirilov quickly raised his telescope and looked at the sergeant's position. After a long time, he nodded thoughtfully and said with a smile, "this Colonel Yelin is not easy!"

"Why not?" I asked in a puzzled way.

Kirilov pointed to the high ground and said to me, "Comrade oshanina, look carefully, Colonel Yelin, there are cloth curtains hanging at the entrance of their Tibetans cave. It may be that during the bombing just now, the cloth curtains are all covered with mud. It looks like the color of the hillside from a distance. If you don't look carefully, you can't see it."

After kirilov finished, the sergeant next to him said with a smile: "the political commissar should observe carefully. If we didn't remember the location of the Tibetans' cave before bombing, otherwise, we would not find it."

The enemy's shelling stopped after another ten minutes or so.

As soon as the shelling stopped, the Yelin regiment on the high ground began to move. Infantry came out of the Tibetan cave on the south slope, carrying rifles and submachine guns and climbing up the trench leading to the top of the mountain. Then out of the hole came several Maxim heavy machine guns, and finally, several anti tank guns and more than a dozen mortars.

Seeing the numerous heavy weapons of the 39th regiment, I suddenly felt cheated. Last night, Colonel Yelin complained to me that there were 200 unarmed men under his command, but now his troops not only have heavy machine guns, but also anti tank guns and mortars.

Kirilov, seeing this scene, was also furious. He turned his head and asked the sergeant, "Comrade sergeant, do you know when the heavy weapons on the opposite highland were pulled up?"

The sergeant was frightened by kirilov's expression, and said nervously and incoherently: "newspaper, report, commissar, comrade, I, I don't, I'm not, I'm not, I'm not clear, I, I'm late, I'm not, I'm not on duty at night!"

"Who's on duty then?" Kirilov asked angrily.

Sergeant to another soldier Nunu mouth said: "it's him."

Kirilov no longer paid attention to the sergeant, but directly asked the soldier, "tell me, comrade soldier, what's the matter? When did the heavy weapons of the friendly forces reach the high ground? "

The soldier was calm when he heard kirilov's question. He immediately straightened up and said, "report to the political commissar that the heavy weapons on the friendly highlands arrived around 3 a.m. Then came probably two battalions. When the heavy weapons were carried to the high ground to hide, the two new battalions were evacuated to the residential areas behind

After hearing the explanation from the soldiers, I felt a little better. It turned out that Colonel Yelin didn't cheat us. These heavy weapons were brought by the troops who crossed the river with the Artillery Corps of the 13th division of the guards.

After figuring out what was going on, I waved to the sergeant and soldiers to get them out of the observation post. After the two left, I said with self mockery: "Comrade political commissar, just now I was still complaining about Colonel Ye Lin that there were so many heavy weapons in the regiment, and I kept complaining to us. I didn't expect that these weapons were delivered later. It seems that I misunderstood him."

Due to the limited field of vision, our observation post can only see more than half of the south slope and a small half of the north slope. Before the smoke of gunfire had cleared away, the officers and men of the 39th regiment entered the position along the trench. Some of them held their guns well, while others seized the time to repair the trench damaged by gunfire.

The German offensive troops, led by more than 40 tanks, followed by hundreds of armored transport vehicles, formed an offensive formation and stormed towards the friendly highlands.

"Can they resist so many enemies, Colonel Yelin?" Looking at the enemy's posture, I could not help but try my best to guess anxiously, "did he think he could beat back the enemy just by the hundreds of people in the position and the anti tank guns?"

When the tank at the front was 200 meters away from our army's position, there was a sudden explosion. The flying sand and rocks from the explosion covered the tank at the front. Then the tank stopped in the distance and began to burn.

What's the matter? Did the anti tank gun fire? I quickly turned my telescope to the high ground, but I saw that the Gunners who operated the anti tank guns were laying out artillery positions. They could not have fired the guns at all.

A tank, slightly two bodies behind, slowed down carefully, bypassed the burning tank, and then came over the edge of a crater.

At this time, there was a huge explosion. The smoke and dust engulfed the brave tank again. Seeing this scene, I immediately understood what was going on. It turned out that it was not the artillery firing on the high ground, but the anti tank mines buried in front of the positions that destroyed two tanks one after another.

Looking at the German army's reimbursement of two tanks in succession, I immediately felt elated. At the same time, I was still excited to recite: reimbursement of two more, reimbursement of two more.

Seeing that two tanks were destroyed by the mine, the remaining tanks stopped and fired at the garrison on the high ground with tank guns. In the beginning, the enemy's tanks fired aimlessly and blindly, covering the infantry who jumped from the armored vehicles and occupying favorable battle positions.

After a while, with the expansion of the German infantry attack line, the tanks did not continue to fire blindly. They stayed still and opened fire with tank guns and vehicle machine guns to cover the infantry charge. Those shells fell directly into the fortifications of the garrison and exploded, killing the commanders and fighters inside.

The German soldiers bent over, armed with submachine guns and rifles, covered by craters on the hillside, made a short leap forward and gradually approached our position.

"That's not good. The enemy has so many tanks to provide artillery cover. Colonel Yelin's troops can't keep high ground." Looking at the real German troops approaching our army, my heart beat faster. I yelled at kirilov: "no, I'll call Godunov and order him to lead the three regiments to reinforce immediately. If it's later, it's too late."

When my hand just picked up the phone, kirilov suddenly stopped me: "Comrade oshanina, wait a minute, the 39th regiment seems to be fighting back!" Hearing what he said, I quickly threw the microphone on the table, ran back to the observation port, and raised my telescope to see how the 39th regiment was fighting. I heard a lot of gunfire from the high ground. Even the heavy machine guns on the high ground were blazing. It seemed that the troops on the high ground were firing. The German soldiers who rushed to the front were caught unprepared and immediately knocked down. Some fell directly into the nearby crater, while others rolled down the hill. German tanks quickly turned their guns and opened fire on the most powerful machine gun position in an attempt to eliminate our heavy firepower and cover their infantry to continue to charge upward. But the mantis catches the cicada and the Yellow sparrow is behind. The Gunners of the guards have long aimed the anti tank guns at the German tanks at the foot of the mountain. At the moment, they take advantage of the opportunity that the tanks have no time to attend to, shooting down the slope, turning the German tanks into piles of twisted and burning scrap iron. After being beaten, the tanks did not care to continue to use artillery fire to suppress the infantry firepower of our army. Instead, they raised their muzzle and bombarded the anti tank artillery positions on the top of the hillside. However, the God of luck seems to be standing on the side of the Gunners of the guard division. After the tank shells flew over, they either missed or flew over their heads and landed on the south slope to explode. The German infantry, who had lost the cover of tank fire, could not continue to charge forward under the suppression of our firepower, so they could only withdraw backward under the cover of alternate. At this time, the mortar hidden in the trench opened fire decisively again, the artillery shells were hard and accurate, and the retreating infantry were crying. Seeing that the defeat of the German army had been revealed, kirilov patted me on the shoulder and said with ease, "Comrade oshanina, it seems that there is no need to send three more regiments. Colonel Yelin's troops have already beaten back the enemy's attack."