Chapter 654

I took three company's officers and men along the sunken dirt road on the south side of mamayev post, and made a rapid advance to 107.5.

Not far out, there are two roads ahead. One is through the open land, which can directly reach the highlands; And the other one leads to the Soviet street. I stood at the corner of the street hesitated for a moment, then decisively waved to the left and said to the three company commanders, "let's go this way."

As for my orders, igratov and hubar did not express their opinions freely because they were not familiar with me. As the commander of my guard battalion, basmanov knew that the soldiers of the third regiment were destroyed by German artillery fire in the open field yesterday, so for the sake of safety, he made more detours without any complaints.

About 100 meters away from the dormitory area, you can see that the dirt road is full of pits. On both sides of the road, there are bodies and wounded soldiers lying on the ground. There are not only our army officers and soldiers, but also German officers and soldiers. It seems that there has been a fierce battle here. The closer we get to our destination, the more bodies and wounded we see. There are health workers in Khaki uniforms treating the wounded.

Seeing this scene, busmanov came close to my ear and asked in a low voice, "Sir, do you need to transfer our division's health team to help me?"

I waved my hand and denied his proposal: "no, when the battle in a regiment is over, it is estimated that there are still many wounded people to be treated by the health team, so we don't have to do anything more."

Ignoring the wounded and victims on the roadside, I took my troops into the Soviet street. In the street, I found several German tanks destroyed by the explosion, and many German bodies lying on the street.

Looking at the destroyed tanks and the bodies on the ground, I stood in a daze, thinking that the German army really rushed here and had a fierce battle with the garrison. It seems that the commander and political commissar of the 92nd brigade felt that the dormitory area could not be defended, so they led the brigade headquarters to retreat.

I walked aimlessly with my troops through the streets, between the bombed barricades and the houses with collapsed walls, and unconsciously came to the west side of the highland. At this time, I was surprised to find that there was a huge factory building at the foot of the mountain. Although several walls were blown down, I still saw many officers and soldiers coming in and out.

I didn't know where it was, so I asked the troops behind to stop and went in with busmanov and some soldiers. After entering the open factory building, I saw dozens of stretchers lying on the ground in a corner that had not yet collapsed, and many commanders and fighters with gauze wrapped around their heads, arms or legs sitting on the nearby debris heap.

Seeing us coming in, a male health worker immediately came up to me and saluted me and said, "Comrade Colonel, this is the place where the wounded of the 92nd infantry brigade are temporarily parked. What can I do for you?"

"Are you from the 92nd brigade?" I looked at the haggard faced health worker in front of me and asked politely.

The health officer shook his head and replied, "I'm from the 39th regiment of the guards. The troops have run out. According to the order, we should have gone to the 42nd regiment of the guards to report. But before we left, the 92nd infantry brigade came, and the superior changed the order and asked us to stay

"Are there any commanders among the wounded?" I thought that I didn't even see a high-level commander along the way, so I asked the health worker with a fluke mind.

The hygienist nodded, pointed to a small room on the east side, and said, "in that room, a commander who was shot in the abdomen is lying in it to rest. He is a navy captain."

As I walked towards the hut, I was still thinking to myself: captain of the Navy, it's not such a coincidence. Is it the captain remusev I met in the morning?

As I walked into the hut, I saw a commander with only a cornice hat, black army trousers and gauze around his waist, lying on a concrete platform covered with blankets. Seeing me enter the door, he put his hand on the stage and sat up with difficulty. He raised his hand to salute me and said, "Comrade Colonel, we meet again."

I didn't care to return the salute. I stepped forward to hold his arms and said with concern, "Comrade captain, you are injured. Don't be so polite. Please lie down and have a rest." With that, basmanov and the soldiers behind him waved their heads. They immediately understood and ran to help the captain lie down again.

After the captain lay down, I stood in front of him and asked, "Comrade captain, how did you get hurt?"

Remusev looked up at me and said in a slow voice: "as soon as our battalion beat back the German attack on the Highlands, we received a call from the headquarters saying that the enemy had rushed into the Soviet street and asked us to support quickly. When I got the order, I rushed down the hillside with my battalion, entered the organizational system on both sides of the street, and shot down the enemy on the street. After commanding the soldiers to blow up several tanks, I was unfortunately hit by a machine gun on a tank. If my soldiers hadn't carried me down in time, I think I would have died. "

"When you were wounded, was the enemy still attacking Soviet street?"

"Yes, when I was carried down by the soldiers, the fighting continued. But it wasn't long before we beat back the enemy's attack. "

"After the battle, did the brigade headquarters send someone to contact you?"

"No," he said, shaking his head and giving me a negative answer. "Actually, I sent someone to contact the brigade headquarters when our battalion entered the dormitory area and started fighting against the place where the Soviet street was attacked. As a result, the people I went to didn't come back. Maybe they died. Until the end of the battle, we didn't get the next order from the brigade headquarters. "

Seeing that he knew nothing about the withdrawal of the brigade headquarters, I didn't continue to ask. I just politely said a few words to let him take good care of his wounds and strive to return to the army as soon as possible, so I took basmanov and left with them.

Coming out of the workshop, busmanov asked me again, "Sir, where are we going next?"

I looked up at the Highlands not far away and said, "where else can I go? Of course, it is to go to the high ground and find out the reason why the commander of the 92nd brigade withdrew without authorization. "

We came to the position on the top of the hillside, and immediately two sailors came to meet us. They asked sternly, "which part are you from?"

I turned around and looked at the troops in Khaki uniforms and blue overalls behind me. I understood the reason why the sailors were not friendly to me. Maybe it was because I watched their own brigade commander become a deserter, so I had a sense of distrust towards the people in the same uniforms.

I didn't care about their attitude. I said calmly, "Comrade soldier, I'm the commander of the independent division, Colonel oshanina. I've been ordered to lead the troops to reinforce you. Where's your top commander? Take me to him

The sailor's face immediately became rich when he heard what I said. They said to me with a smile, "it turned out to be the commander of the friendly army. At present, the troops on the highland are under the command of Comrade Vlasov, director of the Political Department of the brigade. We will take you to see him now."

When we appeared at Vlasov's command post, he was stunned and then recognized who I was. He asked politely and distantly, "Comrade Colonel, what can I do for you here?"

"I've been ordered to reinforce you."

"Be ordered to reinforce?" "On whose orders?" Vlasov asked in surprise

"Orders from general trakov, commander of the group army, and general Krylov, chief of staff."

Although I have explained my intention, Vlasov still said in a suspicious tone: "Comrade Colonel, please allow me to say that our brigade has suffered more than 1500 casualties in order to hold this position in the daytime. If I hand over the position to you now, are you sure your troops can hold here? "

For Vlasov's query, basmanov wanted to argue at that time, but I stopped him. My eyes were fixed on Vlasov and I said faintly, "Comrade Vlasov, I want to tell you that my Division has twice sent troops to defend this highland since it was stationed in mamayev post. Several battles have proved that the Germans have never taken a step forward except for leaving piles of corpses, burning tanks and armored vehicles in front of our division. "

At the sight of Vlasov's face, it turned red because of my words. Knowing that he was a marine commander who valued his honor above everything else, I quickly set a stage for him: "of course, in order to hold the position, our division's troops also paid a lot of casualties. Just yesterday, I sent troops to reinforce the highlands. As soon as I entered the open area, I died because of the coverage of the enemy's artillery fire. "

While we were talking, suddenly a sailor broke into the command post and yelled: "report to Comrade director of the political department, the situation is not good. The enemy forces are advancing towards us. It seems that they want to attack us again."

"How many troops does the enemy have?" I asked Vlasov in unison.

After glancing at me strangely, the marine continued to report to Vlasov: "there are eight tanks, followed by a company of infantry and several armored vehicles."

"Take me." Said Vlasov, grabbing the pistol on the table and going out.

I quickly stopped in front of him and said to him, "Comrade Vlasov, the position is now taken over by our troops. Let me handle this matter."

I didn't expect that he said to me in a solemn and righteous manner: "I'm sorry, comrade colonel. According to the regulations, I haven't officially handed over my defense to you, so this battle can only be completed by my troops."

"I'll send the anti tank rifle company to cooperate with you and try to kill the enemy's tanks first, so that when we hit the enemy's infantry, we can make it easier."

"Colonel, I need to remind you that I has the final say before I formally transfer my position to you." With that, he told the soldiers to leave the command post.

Looking at the back of Vlasov's departure, I couldn't laugh or cry. I secretly scolded these old men for their lack of heart and mind. It's such a time. Is it so important to hand over defense? I didn't think about how to beat the enemy back. Instead, I always held on to the rigid rules. It was strange that I could win a battle.

Busmanov came up to me and asked carefully, "Sir, what should we do?"

Although Vlasov didn't appreciate it, I couldn't stand by, so I ordered basmanov: "order the troops to enter the position and get ready for battle."

"But on the side of the Marines?" Basmanov thought of Vlasov's attitude, but he was still in a bit of a dilemma.

"Whatever he is, follow my orders."

I walked out of the headquarters and saw basmanov commanding the guard company, anti tank rifle company and militia company into the position. While Vlasov led 30 or 40 soldiers to run down the mountain. It seems that they want to compete with the German army at the foot of the mountain.

Due to the bombardment of enemy planes and cannons, there were no decent Fortifications on the top of the hillside. Except for a few short trenches which were relatively complete, the rest of the places were collapsed, so most of the soldiers were hidden in the craters.

Vlasov took his men to the foot of the mountain and jumped into the crater at the foot of the mountain, or hid in the destroyed tanks.

Four fast-moving tanks are less than 100 meters away from them. There are 50 or 60 soldiers trotting behind the tanks and running towards the high ground.

I went up to him and asked him in a loud voice, "Comrade captain, can we hit the enemy's tanks so far?"

Hubar made a visual inspection of the distance, and then replied, "report to the division commander, the enemy's tanks have entered our range, but the sky is getting dark, and the soldiers' firing accuracy may be affected."

With a wave of my hand, I said impatiently, "I can't care so much. If more than 20 anti tank rifles fire together, they can always hit two of them. Captain, give your soldiers immediate orders to shoot at enemy tanks. "

Hubar agreed and ran away. At this time, Vlasov at the foot of the hillside had ordered the soldiers to open fire. The dense bullets hit the tank body, only a series of sparks. However, the soldiers who followed were not so lucky. They were knocked down by more than a dozen soldiers. The rest of them huddled behind the tanks to avoid our bullets.

I raised my telescope and looked down. I saw two soldiers climbing out of the crater and crawling towards the tank. When they were only ten meters away from the tank, they suddenly raised their hands and threw out their anti tank grenades. Among the coming tanks, there were two tanks with fire on their bodies. After driving forward for a certain distance with heavy smoke, they stopped. Then the driver either pushed the top hatch of the turret or from the bottom of the vehicle and turned around to escape to the rear.

Seeing his companions explode and catch fire, the other two tanks slow down and, together with the four tanks behind, fire at Vlasov's hiding place. Because of the close distance and the lack of solid fortifications, the German tanks and guns almost shot without fail, each shot will take the lives of one or two sailors.

Seeing the constant casualties of the sailors, I yelled at hubar in the distance: "Captain hubar, what are you doing? Don't you see the enemy tanks shelling our sailors?"

"Sir, please wait a moment. We'll fire right away!" Hubal saw me angry, quickly explained: "the soldiers are choosing shooting position, at most one minute, they can shoot."

Before I got angry with him again, basmanov suddenly screamed: "Sir, look, there are troops coming up behind us?"

Is there an army coming up? When I heard basmanov say that, I was stunned and said that it was my own army. But I didn't inform other troops to come except the commanders and fighters of the three companies I brought?

I turned around and looked back. There was a group of people, about 150 or 60, coming up from the hillside. When they approached, I found that the leader was actually the wounded captain lemusev, who was wearing a uniform and carrying a German submachine gun at the front of the whole team. The officers and men who were followed included sailors in black uniforms and a small number of infantry in Khaki uniforms. However, judging from their walking posture, most of them were wounded.

Hell, the garrison on the position is not dead. It's not your turn to fight. I quickly asked basmanov to help me climb out of the trench and run to meet the captain. I stopped him and said to him in a loud voice, "Comrade captain, what are you doing? You know, you are all wounded. If you want to fight, it's not your turn. "

The captain gave me a bitter smile and said, "thank you for your kindness, comrade colonel. This position belongs to our 92nd brigade. As long as we have one more person, we will never let the Germans move forward. Although we are a little short, we can still fight. " With that, he half turned around, raised his submachine gun high in his hand, and cried out: "comrades, let's serve our motherland for the last time and move forward! Full speed ahead

The wounded behind him also cried out in unison: "forward! Full speed ahead

When I saw the wounded walking past me one by one and striding to the foot of the mountain, I could not help feeling sad. I secretly scolded the commander of the 92nd brigade, Colonel tanasolov, and political commissar Andreev. If you were not afraid of death, these soldiers would not have known that they were going to die and charged against the enemy.

German tank fire almost wiped out the sailors at the foot of the hillside, then turned the muzzle and fired at the line of sailors charging down the hillside.

Seeing tank shells exploding in the line of Marines and soldiers falling down from time to time, I was about to get angry again at hubar when the anti tank rifle company finally opened fire. The two tanks nearest to our position were honored to be the first victims, and were burning like their companions. The sailors had just rushed to the foot of the hillside, and the remaining four tanks, under the attack of the anti tank rifle company, turned into four piles of burning scrap iron. Seeing that the tanks they relied on were destroyed, the German infantry lost the courage to continue to attack and began to retreat backward. Seeing this situation, I immediately ordered basmanov: "Captain basmanov, you and igratov will lead the troops immediately and join the counter offensive. You must eliminate this enemy." Basmanov heard my order and agreed excitedly. He jumped out of the trench, raised his submachine gun high, and yelled at the soldiers who were still in the trench: "comrades, follow me!" After shouting, he waved his submachine gun and took the lead to rush down the hill. When the guard company and the militia company rushed down the hill, I raised my telescope again and focused on remusev. Because of his abdominal injury, he did not walk fast, and soldiers constantly rushed past him. He didn't walk a long distance. He would raise his submachine gun high, turn his head and shout twice at the soldiers on the left and right to boost their morale. Seeing that busmanov had run close to him and could run with him in a few more steps, the captain's body suddenly lifted back, then staggered forward two more steps, and fell to the ground. Seeing the captain fall to the ground, busmanov hastened to his side, squatted down and picked up his body. It seemed that he was checking the injury of the captain. When I saw the captain fall to the ground, I felt as if I had been seized by someone. Although I saw busmanov take out his first aid kit to bandage him, I knew that the captain had been sacrificed in most cases.