While the 8,000 men on the front line were fighting, tens of thousands of residents of the guerrilla republics in the rear were also desperately producing, and those mobilized civilians were not just carrying supplies and wounded. In just a few days, a "road" from the Missy ferry port to Khomnych-Novgomel was completed.

The road was very winding, it bypassed a lot of mud ponds, and in the muddy places, the people put in a lot of logs and paved the road that seemed reliable, at least in Kavitsky's opinion, there was no risk of the road running the truck getting stuck in the mud.

Anyway, this is a road, even if it is very tortuous, the soldiers have to walk a little more distance, and they can perfectly avoid the mud, and everyone is completely satisfied.

Yang Mingzhi's trip home was very different from that of a grassroots soldier, he enjoyed the special care of the jeep, only this time the driver was Igor. He sat in the co-pilot, and in the back seat sat two girls, star fruit and Natasha, and everyone sang songs and went straight to the blacksmith village. His guards were standing on top of the truck that followed them.

May 23 is bound to be a day of celebration for the guerrilla republic, as the warriors returning from victory at the front will return in a neat procession, just as they have done in the past, passing through the largest residential area of the blacksmith village and taking a "city parade".

This victory was certainly a victory for the soldiers, but its victory was also inseparable from the vigorous support of the military and the people in the rear. From the very beginning, the guerrilla republic was a military and civilian unit, and they were organized to gather on both sides of the road leading into the blacksmith village, and to welcome the triumphant troops.

Under the organization of the school, the children went to the field to pick a large number of unknown small flowers and made them into bouquets. They also wore red scarves, lined up, and stood at the checkpoint at the entrance of the village under the leadership of their teacher. Along the checkpoint, more villagers stood on both sides of the road and all the way to the barracks.

All this was naturally organized by Salinchkin, Lyudbalev and others, but they never expected that the enthusiasm of the masses was very high! Not only did they begin to gather on the road early in the morning, but they also had in their hands a large amount of grain – boiled potatoes.

These are the foods they have saved, and they are reluctant to eat them, but they are willing to share them with the warriors who have returned from victory. The army is so loved by the people!

The people have such a high ideological consciousness, and Salinchkin is also full of hope for the future.

This Berekov is really a military expert and an inventor, as described in the previous reports. Such a character should not have stayed in the swamp, he should have gone to the National Academy of Sciences in Moscow, to the arsenal in Kuibyshev.

The significance of the rocket attack on Chernihiv far outweighed the lethality achieved, which proved that the Soviet army was capable of developing highly accurate rocket artillery with a range of 40 kilometers. Salinchkin longs for more power, for greater deeds, and now he has in his hands a thing that can change his destiny - all the design drawings of the Exocet rocket launcher.

In any case, the USSR was also an industrial power, and of course Berekov had to resolutely stay here out of comradeship, and the drawings of the weapons could be sent. As long as the Soviet arsenal mass-produced Exocet rocket launchers, the situation of the Great Patriotic War will inevitably change dramatically.

"Berekov, you are really my lucky star!"

Salinchkin could no longer stay in the office, and he pulled a group of staff members to stay at the checkpoint at the entrance of the village early in the morning, waiting for the commander who arrived around noon today, Berekov.

As for Yang Mingzhi, his convoy soon met the soldiers of the 3rd Regiment who were on their way back. In front of them, especially the 2nd Regiment, the reconnaissance battalion, which drove part of the wagons. Let's say that these carriages were to be brought back to the village as soon as possible, and there were a large number of guns, ammunition, and a large number of German steel helmets piled on them.

Light weapons were the first to be brought back from the seized materiel, which stemmed from the needs of the arsenal. And those steel helmets, there are already too many captured steel helmets, these thousands of steel helmets, Yang Mingzhi still plans to pile up a pyramid for people to visit, and then hand it over to the arsenal to melt the molten iron to make cannonballs.

In this way, Yang Mingzhi's front-line command convoy was sandwiched between the second and third regiments, and the team also stretched up to three kilometers, like a water snake wriggling in the mud pond, returning to their starting place little by little.

Yang Mingzhi already knew that Salinchin was going to have a welcome ceremony. "In this way, like Caesar who returned to Rome, I was loved and cheered by the people!"

Rome? Caesar? After the Battle of Gaul, the Roman hero returned to the city with supreme glory and became the first citizen.

Who wouldn't want to leave their name in history and be known to future generations of the people of the world?

Of course, Yang Mingzhi thought, he also enjoyed being loved, and at this moment, he was sitting in a truck, and the entire guerrilla republic was his country. "Me! It's Caesar! ”

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Ravlendi led the second regiment to the village first, and everything shocked him and his soldiers, as if the entire blacksmith village was greeted by thousands of people. The few people in formal clothes at the entrance of the village, that were the deputy commander Berekov, those were the officials of the partisan republics, Salinchkin, Lyudbalev!

He thought of returning to the barracks, so he immediately took off his sweaty clothes, washed them with soap, ran to the bathhouse to wash off the oil, and then lay down on his bed and slept well. Now, his tired body is full of vitality again, and he wants to celebrate the victory with tens of thousands of soldiers and civilians?!

The army lined up in four columns, and the villagers grinned as they handed over the boiled potatoes. The warriors also accepted the gift with great appreciation, and ate it in a few bites. Here, Yang Mingzhi never stipulated that soldiers were forbidden to accept gifts from the people, and the management of the army was basically in accordance with the "Infantry Drill Code" set by the Soviet Union itself, and naturally there was a severe crackdown on the behavior of robbing the common people.

The soldiers were supposed to be greeted with salt and bread, and the soldiers did not expect too much, and they knew that these potatoes were the rations that the villagers cherished.

The young girls were smiling and cheering, the Young Pioneers handed bouquets to the soldiers and saluted, and the old people shed tears of excitement after giving them potatoes......

The soldiers passed through the crowd of people who welcomed them, and then it was enough to shock tens of thousands of villagers. Horses hauled one or two wagons, all of the same shape, and the goods they carried were exciting.

Nowadays, there is nothing more morale-boosting than food and weapons, where these weapons come from, of course, from the enemy. It's not just rifles bundled into stacks of dry wood, there's also a huge amount of helmets. For a while, everyone talked about it, these are German helmets, doesn't this mean that the soldiers also wiped out a large number of German troops?

The majority of the villagers identified the main enemy as the Germans, and knew very little about the armies of the client states. With so many helmets on display in plain sight, people are reminded of the battle a few months ago. Everything is so déjà vu, and some even talk about it, this time, the troops destroyed up to 10,000 enemies!

Who created all this, it was Berekov, the commander of the Lieutenant General's Army, who came from the east, as if to save the suffering people of this land.

Therefore, when Yang Mingzhi stood on the jeep, his appearance was unprecedentedly loved by the people, so much so that as soon as the car entered the entrance of the village, it was blocked by an enthusiastic villager screaming. It was still a kind of soldier who turned his rifle sideways and organized a human wall to barely control the situation.

That's how they treat their heroes! At this moment, Yang Mingzhi felt that he could no longer greet everyone in words, so he stood on the co-pilot's seat straight like a strong pine, he looked around, his mouth tightened, and raised his right hand sonorously.

There is nothing more in line with the current aura than a military salute, which he came from the heart, and also saw the presence of Salinchkin and Yevlov and others, and he had to make a suitable statement.

I don't know if it was a burst roar from that person: "Berekov! Ulla! Suddenly, everyone chanted Yang Mingzhi's Russian name, and the cheers reached their peak.

"I really can't imagine that he is so loved by the people!" This scene surprised the happy Salinch King, "I guess, everyone didn't even cheer the leader Comrade Stalin so much!" ”

Lyudbalev said: "Maybe! After all, the leader was far away in Moscow, and Berekov himself stood here. We won a big victory in this battle, you know, the USSR needed victory! The USSR needed heroes! Berekov is an out-and-out hero. ”

Salinchkin nodded: "Yes, whether it is a combat hero or a labor hero, in short, people need heroes." I was just afraid, Berekov was carried away by the enthusiasm of the people and his wise mind, after all, we still have a large number of enemies. ”

Lyudbalev smiled: "You think too much, he is an ambitious person, and this victory alone cannot satisfy him." When we counterattacked to Berlin, Berekov, perhaps, was the vanguard of the red flag. Perhaps, this man wants to be a contemporary Bartlett Tolley! ”

"Huh! He really wants to be a marshal?! Salinchkin shook his head with a stiff mouth: "Unless, just rely on our little soldiers and horses to liberate the whole of Belarus alone!" If so, you and I are both heroes. Let's go! Comrade Lyudbalev, let's also go and congratulate our marshal, haha. ”