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The battle had long since ended, and it was a pity that the more than 100 seriously wounded had not survived the night, and their eyes had become hollow and colorless.

The former comrades-in-arms became dead corpses, and they died on this battlefield after all. Now there is no time to dig pits and bury them on the spot, the bodies of the dead are wrapped in blankets and neatly stacked on trucks, and in the future they will be buried in the cemetery in the collective farm.

Most of the surviving wounded were in minor condition, and the bleeding was stopped by a simple bandage. Now that the temperature is starting to rise, and the long-term fighting soldiers are generally sloppy, the wounds are easily infected. For this reason, the anti-inflammatory drugs such as penicillin carried by the medical staff who came with the convoy became a life-saving weapon.

However, it is the last word to send the wounded back as quickly as possible, and theoretically they can go back after two hours of enduring the bumps.

The vehicle could run at high speed in the open meadow in the middle of the forest, and the ordinary infantry had to rely on two legs.

Yevlov knew what was going on, all the seriously wounded got into the car, and in the end there was a little light wounded who could move left. Seized weapons and ammunition were piled up on the ground in large quantities, and these were not busy moving.

At this time, the two tanks also started their engines, and I saw that they had long lost their former glory.

Yang Mingzhi patronized and chatted with the children, and did not pay attention to the situation of the "loading and unloading yard" not far away, and it was really surprising to glance at it suddenly.

The Germans were piled up with steel helmets, and the dog tags collected two bags of hemp. A large number of armed belts, leather bullet boxes, rolled blankets and even backpacks, and even military boots. These supplies are extremely precious necessities of life, and together they are on a huge scale.

Chekov had only two tanks, and after refueling, its powerful horsepower naturally attracted the attention of the majority of soldiers. The BT tank had a lot of mountable mechanisms, a large number of steel helmets and iron drums that were originally gas masks, all of which had belts, and relied on this soldier to tie them into a large lump and place them on the tank, so that the tank became a "behemoth".

Chekov was just outside the car, and it was he who supervised the soldiers to dress up their car, and with so much cargo, he obviously felt that the car was heavier, and the rut marks were much deeper.

The tracks kicked up a lot of dirt, and with a chirping sound, the tank drove in front of Yevlov with a new look.

"Oh my God, if I hadn't seen it and tracks, I wouldn't have believed it was a tank."

"Yes, I think the tank has turned into a fat pig." Chekov teased.

Yevlov looked at it with appreciation, pinched his chin and said: "I would have hoped that the captured field guns would be pulled by tanks, but it seems that it is no longer realistic. Let the truck take care of the job. ”

Yang Mingzhi on the other side was very idle, and when he saw the seriously overloaded tanks and the artillery being pulled by the carriage, he shook his neck when he came: "Let's go, Kharkov, take your people and follow me to the front to have a look." ”

"And what about the affairs of the division? Sir. ”

"The people left behind will help with it. Besides, I don't see any big problems. ”

Yang Mingzhi led a group of children to the loading and unloading yard, where large and small seized materials were placed on the grass in between. A large number of general-purpose machine guns, bundles of rifles bundled like firewood, stacks of old tall ammunition boxes, and a few 80 mm mortars. There were more other household items, some of which had been taken by the soldiers.

Now, Yevlov has supervised the artillerymen to hang the field guns in the back of the trucks, which were transported in this way, only to become weapons for the Soviets.

Yang Mingzhi saw that the truck was already crowded with people, and some medical staff in white uniforms were still working nervously.

Seeing the old man coming, Yevlov said enthusiastically: "Berekov, it seems that you can't bear to be idle." I have now decided to take away the wounded first, along with the heavy weapons. What do you think of such a decision? ”

"A very reasonable decision." Yang Mingzhi said with a smile, "I saw that our soldiers have given full play to their subjective initiative, and even some goods have been bundled on both sides of the truck, and the tank has changed its appearance." But there's still one place to take advantage of. ”

Yang Mingzhi pointed to the artillery, and Yevlov suddenly realized, and he immediately ordered the soldiers to take a few more bundles of rifles and tie them on both sides of the artillery shield.

The fleet is currently not short of fuel, even if it is too heavy and consumes a lot of fuel.

Several jeeps are now minivans, and piles of captured small arms are on them, but Yevlov still has one left.

"The convoy is almost ready to go," he explains. I arranged for a Jeep, which would serve as our command car. ”

Yang Mingzhi thought about it, and the commanders of various countries in World War II basically traveled by car, including those important military leaders, who made off-road jeeps as they went. It is estimated that it is an avid military horse enthusiast like Budyonny, who likes to ride forward on horseback in a unique way.

Yang Mingzhi still waved his hand: "Yevlov, let's let this car pull a little more goods." The vast majority of our soldiers still have to rely on two legs to walk back, and as officers, we should not occupy such resources for privileges. I think we also rely on two legs, which is also very important for morale. ”

Officers are approachable, soldiers are more loved, and Yevlov understands this.

"It's fine, just do as you want. I have a lot of strength on both legs, and I hope yours too. ”

Yevlov immediately gave the order: "The motorized convoy is now moving forward, and you drive back to the blacksmith village as fast as possible!" ”

The roar of engines came and went, and huge trucks pulled field guns were the first to move, followed by jeeps and tanks.

The soldiers who stayed where they were and watched the convoy fade away, and then began to do their own thing.

"That's it! Now that the trucks are all gone, what's next for us? Yang Mingzhi asked.

"Of course it's going! But that was after lunch. Yevlov shook his neck, "Come with me, let's get together for a picnic, and the whole army will set off at one o'clock in the afternoon." ”

It's lunch between two men, and the others are a little bit avoidant. Yang Mingzhi said to his wife and Natasha: "You two will temporarily follow Kharkov and become a member of the youth camp again. Kharkiv! ”

"Here!" The boy immediately straightened up.

"Now your old comrades-in-arms Besica and Natasha are temporarily under your command, and on the way to retreat, the Junior Battalion participates in the defense of the division headquarters! All of you keep your eyes open and vigilant until the whole army retreats to the barracks. ”

"Yes! Sir! ”

"After the ceremony, now the youth camp is back to its post."

Women don't ask too much about things between men, this is the perception of star fruit. Although she was curious about what she could do when the division commander sat together, she still preferred to be with her peers. Even if there are differences in nationality and culture, children are still children. Star fruit prides itself on being very mature, but on the outside it seems to be everyone's little sister.

Star fruit and Natasha, they are both combat heroes. Kharkov did not dare to call the shots, he heard that as long as their records were reviewed, they would also wear the Order of the Gold Star on their chests and become Heroes of the Soviet Union. Thinking of his boss as a beautiful and brave man, Kharkov suddenly felt uncomfortable. He had to give a simple order: "You are very close to the commander, just be my advisor, only in this way can I better defend the division headquarters." ”

The girls chuckled, and Natasha teased, "Well, Besica and I will act as the Junior Battalion Officers." ”

Kharkov also showed a green smile. (To be continued.) )