Chapter 750: Operation to Rescue Prisoners of War (I)

After Karpov understood his task, he asked me tentatively: "Comrade division commander, can I ask where the troops I am about to command come from?" โ€

"Comrade Captain," I was hesitating about whether to tell Karpov the truth, when Kirillov had already taken over the topic: "Let me tell you, according to the consideration of Comrade Division Commander, we are ready to take in the scattered detachments and the inhabitants who will not be able to withdraw from the city in the near future. โˆฎโ€

"What, arm the inhabitants?!" After hearing this, Karpov asked a rhetorical question in surprise, and his brows furrowed unconsciously.

Kirillov, who was good at observing words and colors, showed his strange expression and immediately asked: "Comrade Captain, from your expression, do you seem to have a different opinion about our armed residents?" โ€

Karpov looked at me nervously, saw that I looked as usual, and after a moment of deliberation, he mustered up the courage to answer Kirillov: "Comrade commissar, most of the residents have never been on the battlefield, lack battlefield experience and sufficient courage, and nothing can be seen in ordinary training, but once they are pulled into the battlefield and let them fight with the Germans in real arms, they will immediately be revealed, and perhaps as soon as one or two shells fall near them, the troops will disperse." โ€

When Kirillov heard this, the expression on his face became ugly, and he asked with a calm face: "So, Comrade Captain once fought side by side with the armed city residents?" โ€

"Yes, Comrade Commissar." Karpov replied in the affirmative, with a sad expression on his face: "While my artillery company was holding the port of Odessa, the local district Soviet often sent us more than a hundred armed residents. to assist us in digging fortifications. and help us carry shells in battle. I didn't expect the battle to just start. When the enemy's shells landed on our positions, the inhabitants blew up their nests at once, throwing away their weapons and tools and scurrying around, some of them got headlong into the bomb shelters, some of them knelt on the ground and desperately crossed and prayed for God's protection, some of them scurried around like headless flies, some ran aimlessly behind others, and some of them kept going around in circles.

There are already a lot of new fighters in our company. Originally, under the restraint of commanders at all levels, they still kept their composure, but they were rushed by these chaotic residents, and they were also confused, and many newly recruited soldiers even held artillery shells in their hands and involuntarily followed these people around. Later, it was the company commander who decisively shot and killed several soldiers who were running around to stabilize the team, otherwise our team would have broken up in the enemy's artillery bombardment before the enemy attacked. โ€

"Comrade Captain, this can't be." Kirillov unconsciously raised his voice in anger, "Look at the inhabitants of Stalingrad. Living every day under enemy bombardment and shelling, but you see, not many people panic at all, let alone the kind of situation you describe. โ€

Seeing that the two of them were tense, and Pantai Laiev and Akhromeyev were beside them, they both looked embarrassed, with expressions that they wanted to persuade but did not want to persuade them. Seeing this, I hurriedly coughed heavily, and when everyone's attention was focused on me, I continued: "Comrade commissar, I think that what Captain Karpov said must have been born. You know, at that time, the war had just broken out, not to mention ordinary residents, even our army, was not fully prepared to fight the enemy, so it was inevitable that new soldiers who had never fought before would panic for a moment when they saw the shells exploding not far from them. โ€

When I had finished explaining to Kirillov, I turned to Karpov and said to him: "Comrade Captain, what you said is not entirely correct. In more than a year of war, not only our commanders and fighters have grown, but also our people, especially the residents of Stalingrad, have become accustomed to the daily shelling and bombardment of cities by the Germans, and even those who have not received military training will not panic in the face of the galloping German tanks, let alone flee from their positions. โ€

I know that my words are far-fetched and have so many loopholes that they do not stand up to scrutiny at all, but at such times I can only say that Kirillov and Karpov will not be at odds with each other. After saying what I had to say, I pondered for a moment, and then instructed Akhromeyev: "Chief of Staff, immediately contact the three commanders of the 2nd, 3rd, and 4th regiments and give them our intentions in the form of orders. Let them contain as many scattered detachments as possible, arm the citizens trapped in the city, and make sure that the strength of each regiment is increased by more than 2,000 men within five days. โ€

"Two thousand people per regiment?" Akhromeyev was taken aback by the amount I proposed, and he cautiously asked: "Comrade division commander, how to solve the ammunition supply they need to replenish so many people at once?" โ€

Thinking that I had just asked Kirillov to go to the logistics department of the army group to receive the necessary ammunition supplies, he had a helpless expression on his face, so I planned to find another way to solve this problem. Therefore, in response to Akhromeyev's question, I said vaguely: "It is difficult to obtain all the ammunition supplies from the logistics department of the army group, and the leaders of the three regiments should actively use their brains to find a way to solve it themselves." โ€

Unexpectedly, when Akhromeyev heard me say this, not only did he not understand what I meant, but he became even more confused, he seemed to want to break the casserole and ask me to the end, and continued to ask me: "Comrade division commander, if they ask how to replenish ammunition and provisions, how should I answer them?" โ€

"What's the hard answer?" Seeing Akhromeyev asking questions like an elm lump at the moment, I was very unhappy, so I no longer hid it from him, but said what I thought in my heart: "It's not easy to solve the problem of supplies and ammunition?!" The 2nd and 4th regiments could send small units to harass the German army and seize the supplies they needed from the enemy; And the three regiments, don't they often have to send people to assist in the unloading of the fleet's transport ships? Sue Major Sรน Godunov to secretly move some of them back to his station every time he asked his men to carry supplies. Isn't that enough? Anyway, so many supplies come in and out of the dock every day. Even if there is less of the upper part, no one will show up. โ€

My words startled everyone around me. In particular, Kirillov hurriedly walked up to me and reminded: "Comrade division commander, you can't do this, as soon as this matter is detected by your superiors, you may be sent to a military court." โ€

If it had been before, I would have not hesitated to order Akhromeyev to give the order as I said, but since I asked the two fighters about the bizarre charges committed by the prisoners in the Gulag, I couldn't help but feel a little weak. So he cautiously asked Kirillov: "Comrade commissar, we withheld some of the supplies for the purpose of fighting the Germans, and the higher leaders would not blame them even if they knew, right?" โ€

"Comrade Oshanina, I'm not joking with you." Kirillov looked at me, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said to me with a stern expression: "The nature of this matter is very bad, it can be said that it is a crime, and if it is discovered by the superiors, even if it is not shot, it will be sent to a military court." โ€

Kirillov's words scared me into a shudder. Akhromeyev wasted no time in asking me: "Comrade division commander, then how should I give orders to the three regiment commanders?" โ€

I glanced at Kirillov. Seeing that he was still staring at me with a stern expression, in order to avoid conflict with him, I had no choice but to step over the order to intercept the supplies and instructed Akhromeyev: "Comrade Chief of Staff, order the three regiment commanders to replenish their forces as much as possible and form combat effectiveness in the shortest possible time. As for the weapons and supplies needed for the newly replenished soldiers, let them figure it out on their own, and don't come to the division headquarters. The division headquarters has nothing now, and even if they come to me, I won't be able to get the supplies they need. โ€

Since Karpov's troops were temporarily unable to arrive, I had to temporarily appoint him deputy commander of the guard battalion, and at the same time have Akhromeyev inform the 3rd Regiment that the 3rd Guard Company, which was stationed in their defense area, should be quickly rebuilt.

After Basmanov left with the newly appointed deputy battalion commander Karpov, the leaders of our four divisions sat down to continue the discussion. Pantai Laiev first proposed: "After the replenishment of the troops is complete, it is necessary to try to achieve one gun per man, and each gun must ensure that there are at least 20 bullets. โ€

I agree with Bantai Reyev's suggestion very much, I don't know that those newly recruited soldiers can reach the level of three bullets to defend and five bullets to attack, so it is not a bad thing to give them as many bullets as possible. So as soon as Pantai Leyev finished speaking, I immediately took over the conversation: "The deputy division commander is very thoughtful, recruits have no combat experience, and they are easy to get nervous when they first enter the battlefield, so they will shoot desperately to strengthen themselves." Twenty rounds is still a bit less, and I think one hundred and twenty is about the same, so we've been trying our best to get rid of as many ammo as possible lately and come back to replenish the troops. โ€

Next, we discussed a series of issues, such as the formation and training of new recruits, and the distribution of political workers. On these issues, Pandeleyev, who had served as the commander of the new division, showed his superiority, and he spoke alone almost the whole night, while the three of us were desperately recording.

Time passed imperceptibly, and it was not until Razumayeva, who was sitting at the intercom, called us that there was a call from Savchenko, which interrupted Pantai Leyev's tirade. When Akhromeyev answered the phone, I habitually raised my hand and looked at my watch, and it was already four o'clock in the morning, and I wondered if Savchenko was making a wireless call at the moment, whether there was any important information to report to us.

After hearing a few words, Akhromeyev suddenly shouted at me: "Comrade division commander, please come here." โ€

I walked up to Akhromeyev's side, saw the uncertain expression on his face, and the suspicious look in his eyes, and hurriedly asked: "Comrade Chief of Staff, what's the matter?" โ€

While handing me the headset and microphone, Akhromeyev said: "The results of the reconnaissance of the reconnaissance unit are out, Comrade Savchenko has important information and wants to report to you personally. โ€

After putting on the headphones, I shouted at the microphone: "Hey, hey, is it Comrade Savchenko?" I'm Division Commander Oshanina, do you have any important information to report to me? โ€

"Report to the division commander," Savchenko's excited voice came from the headset: "Our reconnaissance detachment went down the river, went around to the rear of the enemy, abandoned ship and landed. When we sneaked into the village we had attacked before, there was no one in the village. โ€

"What, there's not a single person in the village?!" Savchenko's situation stunned me, and I quickly asked: "Comrade Savchenko, have you confirmed?" โ€

"Yes, Comrade Division Commander." Savchenko affirmed: "If I remember correctly, some time ago the commissar of Oberstan attacked this place with a small detachment, so when there was no one in the village, I immediately asked the fighters to conduct a careful search, but still found nothing. โ€

"So what did you do next?" I asked briefly.

"I immediately led the detachment to the north to approach another village, the one that had been shelled by our troops." Savchenko was afraid that I would not be able to figure out the situation, so he explained in detail: "When we approached the village, the dilapidated village was surrounded by barbed wire, and it was not possible to see the patrol passing by. After more than an hour of lurking, we finally found an opportunity to attack a three-man patrol and capture them all. โ€

I remembered that Savchenko knew German, and that his purpose in capturing the captives was to get information from the captives that we wanted to know, so I asked very casually: "Did the captives say anything after interrogation?" โ€

Unexpectedly, Savchenko said something earth-shattering next: "Comrade division commander, maybe you can't think of it. The three captives we captured, although they were dressed in German uniforms, were not Germans, but all Ukrainians. โ€

"What, what?" When I heard that there were Ukrainians in German uniforms in the rear of the German army, I was immediately confused, so I asked repeatedly: "Comrade Savchenko, please make it clear, what kind of Ukrainians are wearing German uniforms?" Were they disguised by our people, or were they members of the Eastern battalion who surrendered to the Germans? โ€

"It was a member of the Eastern Battalion, and according to the confession of the prisoners, the German troops had quietly moved west the night before, and they had come here to take over the German defense."

"Could they be lying?"

"No, Comrade Divisional Commander." Savchenko replied affirmatively: "As soon as it became clear that they were Ukrainians, I immediately asked the fighters to interrogate the three of them separately, and in the end they all got the same confessions." โ€

"Since the Germans have left, what are you going to do by transferring their Oriental Battalion over, is it just to let them have a few hundred people and guard a broken village?"

"Comrade division commander, you may not have imagined," Savchenko said in a suddenly excited tone, "The village is a temporary prisoner of war camp for our commanders and fighters captured by the German army during the advance from the Don River to the Volga. (To be continued!)

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