The troops set up camp and, after a short rest in place, began to set up their tents.

They unfastened their battle cloaks from their knapsacks, broke off a few sticks, and a small individual tent was quickly set up, and a blanket was spread underneath to create a complete shack. The vast majority of the soldiers will spend the night like this, as well as the high-ranking officers, the same is true of their quarters.

The Soviets could actually build better tents, they had the materials at all. It's just that because I don't want to be too abrasive, and I don't even plan to carry more loads, the whole army has to spend the night in a humble way.

Officers like Balzen were not too demanding of accommodation.

Balzen was also very tired, but in front of the sergeants, he still showed a superhuman toughness, and the whole person looked like he was fine, even though he had walked fifty kilometers with a pair of feet.

The camp was quickly set up, and the vast number of fighters began to collect firewood. The limited number of matches soon lit some of the fires, and then more and more followed. Another soldier found a nearby creek and a small pond, and they used the water to boil potatoes and eat them. More people are still accustomed to the traditional way of eating, peeling off the skin with a dagger, sticking it with a tree branch, and putting it on the fire to grill.

The warriors were big eaters, and their stomachs could be stretched large enough to eat more potatoes. The first thing the warriors ate was the potatoes in their backpacks to reduce their weight, and when their rations were eaten, they ate the ones on the wagons.

Just as the vast number of soldiers began to sit around the campfires and barbecue potatoes, Balzen also began to liaise with the army group headquarters.

Thanks to the relay towers erected in Homnitch, the Soviet troops in this area were very well communicated.

Balzen informed Command of everything about today's trip, including Kravsky's foot.

"It's terrible, one of my generals had to withdraw before he succeeded!" When Yang Mingzhi learned of this, he muttered in his heart.

Yevlov was worried: "What bad luck! Naturally, his words were heard by many people.

Fuming interrupted him: "What bad luck! Anyone can be injured on a long march, not to mention the huge weight they carry on their shoulders! That Kravsky accidentally broke his foot, which has nothing to do with Geely or not. Besides, we are materialists. ”

"He's right." Then, Yang Mingzhi walked to the map wall, stared at the map, and pressed Loyev's position with his right hand: "Now Balzen has reported his location, they are only about thirty kilometers away from Loyev!" ”

"Yes!" Fomin replied: "It's Rychev's paratrooper battalion, and they are also very fast!" They had all crossed the river, even the wagons. ”

At present, Rychev has not made any new contact with Balzen, and the last contact was at 2 p.m., when Rychev informed Balzen that they had all successfully crossed the river.

This fact irritated Balzen, although the paratroopers had to walk not far to reach the river, but crossing the river itself was a risky affair. Personnel can quickly cross the river on a raft, but what about the supplies? No matter which method they used, all the wagons that got stuck with the goods have managed to reach the left bank of the Dnieper!

The task force was divided, both armies were acting according to plan, and even both armies exceeded the plan.

But according to Balzen's report, they set up camp at 4 p.m. and traveled 50 kilometers in just seven hours, a madness that was shocking. The cost is also very obvious – everyone is tired.

The so-called inauspiciousness, the overall physical impairment of the soldiers, this is the real unlucky, and Krafsky's injury is a trivial matter.

Therefore, several people in the command immediately summed it up, and Yang Mingzhi also gave an order; "Rest at once, and forbid the march until seven o'clock tomorrow morning. Give me an honest rest for the rest of the time! ”

It's just the general's order, the order is absolute, Balzen is not stupid enough to want to disobey, and looking at the appearance of the soldiers, it is time to take a good rest. At this juncture, he also regretted it a little. If he can have another chance to choose, he will ask the whole army to advance steadily and stop being in the vanguard!

A squad of fighters escorted the wounded Kravsky home, and instead of returning the same way, they headed for the Khomnich station, which was just over ten kilometers away. Because there are some professional military doctors stationed there, and there is also a health station. There was also a jeep parked there, and it was theoretically possible for Kravsky to return to the blacksmith village the same day when he arrived there.

The departure of this deputy regiment commander cast a shadow on the hearts of the officers and men sent by the 1st Regiment of the 284th Division. Everyone was complaining around the campfire, in addition to complaining about their poor physical strength and blistered soles, they felt sorry for their deputy commander, and they were also a little worried about the future battle.

Now the battalion commander Voroshitin, who was replaced by Kravsky, was ordered at the brink of danger, excited and worried about the future of operations.

As for commanding troops to fight, Balzen is actually a nominal front-line commander-in-chief at present, and what exactly to do when he arrives at the front line is still a conspiracy of four de facto "battalion-level commanders", and some major decisions still need to be requested from the command headquarters and obey the remote command of Commander Berekov.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, many of the soldiers had already finished eating potatoes and fell asleep without heart or lungs. The sun is still high, and it won't set the horizon until nine o'clock in the evening. The extremely long daylight gave these soldiers more time to march, and the officers and men of the three battalions were overdrawn and could only cultivate honestly.

After the communication with the command was completely over, and some information was communicated to the Homnich station, the next step was to inquire about the situation of Rychev on the other side of the river.

But Balzen now only wanted to fall asleep, and he had already gone into the shack he had set up himself, but he was dragged out by Evgeny's feet.

"Hey! What are you doing? Can't you be gentle with me, the head of the regiment! ”

"Forget it!" Evgeny shook his head, "Before you go to sleep, shouldn't we talk to the paratroopers?" ”

"Communicate with them? No need! At least not anymore! Balzen didn't seem to be too much of a deal, after all, they had already contacted each other three hours ago. From the words on the telegram alone, Balzen felt a sense of mockery. The paratrooper battalion is boasting that it is fast, and it may be that they are still advancing steadily, but the large army can only rest in advance.

"By nine o'clock in the evening, they should set up camp too! At that point, we're getting up and talking to them, what do you think? Balzen asked eagerly, his eyelids drooping.

"Alright! All right! Evgeny shook his head, "After all, they can't lose contact." ”

Four hours passed quickly, and when Balzen was awakened by the guards, the entire camp was still snoring. Even Natasha, a very healthy and even strong girl, was very unusually snoring - she was so tired.

At this time, the sun is about to fall to the horizon, it is so huge orange, the pleasant sunset is scattered to the earth, the whole world is beautiful and peaceful dusk, the sunset in the west is very beautiful, and the sunset is more blood-red.

Balzen complied with what he had said, and at this point in time tried to send a telegram to Rychev.

He was mentally prepared to learn about the fact that the paratrooper battalion had traveled a long distance.

However, after some exchange of information, Rychev still showed off himself without hesitation, and even made a ridiculous so-called encouragement: "Troops, we may arrive at our destination tomorrow morning!" Are you going to be snails? Pressurize it! ”

Seeing the message translated by the correspondent, Balzen immediately became angry!

"Damn! What is called a snail, he is scolding us! ”

"This makes you angry?!" "They are really fast, but we are not slow. In fact, if you land at the Missy Ferry, isn't there a dirt road to the north? Have you forgotten this fact! How could they be slow along this dirt road! If you look at us again, our army is advancing in unexplored wilderness, and maintaining such a rate is already very amazing! ”

With this explanation, Balzen's heart was more relaxed. Still, he emphasized: "The paratroopers are inappropriate words, they say we are snails!" ”

"Well, then, we are snails running! Yes, that's how we got back to them! Correspondent, immediately prepare to send a telegram. ”

The messenger thus sent the following telegram: The large army is a herd of snails galloping, and we have traveled fifty kilometers in a zigzag way, and the soldiers are almost faint from exhaustion, and the horses are dying of exhaustion. Your troops are indeed marching very quickly, and in that case, tomorrow your troops will be able to reach their target. Your unit first conducts reconnaissance, tries to determine the enemy's firing points, and assesses the enemy's personnel composition and strength. Remember, don't expose yourself and don't attack in any way unless the enemy is attacking you. Especially don't attack the bridgehead of that bridge!

This order was given by Balzen, and Yevgeny and Vorokhtin, had no opinion. The fact that the paratrooper battalion was able to reach its target more quickly was a fact that in this case they should give priority to reconnaissance, and as long as they obtained valuable information, the subsequent operation would be much smoother.

Rychev soon received the telegram, the contents of which made him laugh.

"It's funny, this old fellow Balzen actually claims to be a snail on the go! You've traveled fifty kilometers with so many loads, you're a bunch of supermen. "Rychev did not intend to send any more compliments, but sent a simple telegram with only one word - Да