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Almost at the same time as the explosion sounded, I felt something hit the back of my head hard, and the tremendous inertia carried me forward and fell into the traffic trench. Just as my eyes were full of black Venus, I suddenly felt something spilling on me. Although the movement was not small, there was no pain, and according to my experience, it was supposed to be the dirt that was kicked up by the explosion and fell all over.

At this moment, I suddenly heard a boiling voice coming out: "Come on, the commander is buried!" ”

As soon as I heard the sound of footsteps from far and near, my hands on the ground were grabbed, and a tremendous force lifted me up from the ground. As I leaned my back against the wall of the trench, it became clear that it was Basmanov and another soldier who had pulled me up.

I let out a sigh of relief, smiled at Basmanov, and just wanted to say two words of thanks to him, but he had already preemptively asked: "Comrade division commander, are you okay?" ”

I turned my head to look at where I had just been, and was startled, a huge slab lying across the traffic trench, the edge of which was already parallel to the ground. Seeing this scared me to death, if someone was down there, wouldn't they be smashed into meat sauce by this huge floor? Although there were already several commanders and fighters there at the moment, I still pointed there with my finger and said nervously to Basmanov in a trembling voice: "Quick, hurry up and save people, Comrade Commander is still below." ”

Basmanov waved his hand behind him and ran over with several fighters. Because of the cramped space of the trenches, many of the soldiers jumped out, found wooden sticks, and carried them with sticks, trying to remove the huge wall panels.

At this time, I heard the voice of Major Gladshev, commander of the guard battalion of the La Command. I heard him shouting loudly: "Everyone be careful, Comrade Commander is still down there, be careful." Don't hurt him. ”

With everyone's efforts, the wall panel was slowly moved aside. Then I heard one of the soldiers cheering: "I see the commander, I see the commander." ”

Hearing his shout, Gladshev hurriedly walked over and asked: "Where is Comrade Commander?" ”

The soldier pointed to the deformed traffic trench and said: "Look, Comrade Major, Comrade Commander is there, he is buried in the mud. ”

Gladshev crouched down and looked at it for a moment, then stood up and shouted to the warriors on the left and right: "What are you still standing here stupidly for? Why don't you hurry up and dig out Comrade Commander! ”

"Hurry up! Fast...... Be careful! Pull the legs out. ”

"Get your legs out first!"

"Be careful, be careful...... Tap, tap, "

I stood beside it, and I couldn't see what was going on there because of the obstruction of my vision, but I heard a series of shouts from different commanders and fighters, and my whole heart was in my throat, for fear that something would happen to Chuikov, if that was the case. The rest of the battle is not going to be fought.

But I soon saw Gladshev, with his back to me, bending down towards the ruins, and soon he dragged a man out of the rubble. Then two more warriors stepped forward. They carried the man on both feet and walked towards us. As they passed me, I could see the man they were carrying, and although his face was covered with dust, he recognized at a glance that it was Chuikov. I nervously asked Gladshev: "Major, how is Comrade Commander?" ”

Gladshev glanced at me and replied with a stern expression: "Comrade Commander is still alive. With that, he stopped in place and adjusted his posture, passing his hands under Chuikov's armpits and crossing them over his chest. Then he and two other fighters continued to carry Chuikov in the direction of the headquarters.

When Gladshev and the others were gone, Basmanov came to me again. He asked with concern: "Comrade division commander, are you really okay?" ”

I shook my head. He smiled wryly and said, "I'm fine, I'm just a little dizzy." With that, I shook my head at him, "Let's go, follow Major Gladshev, and we'll go back to the headquarters too." ”

We followed Gladshev along the trench to the outside of the headquarters, and seeing that Chuikov had been carried inside, I stopped and said to Basmanov: "Comrade Captain, you and the soldiers of the guard platoon are looking for a place to hide nearby, and if there is anything, I will call you." He nodded in understanding, and then I slipped into the half-buried headquarters.

When I returned to the command, my dignity startled both Gurov and Krylov. Gurov hurriedly walked over and took my hand, turned his head to look at Chuikov, who was sitting at the table, and asked tentatively: "Comrade Oshanina, you, like the commander, are buried by the collapsed wall?" ”

I nodded, smiled and replied, "Yes, Comrade Military Commissar." At this point, I tilted my head to look at Chuikov and said happily, "Fortunately, we are all safe." ”

At this time, Chuikov, who had recovered his strength, asked slowly: "Comrade Chief of Staff, report to me the latest information." ”

Krylov walked up to Chuikov with a sheet, bowed his head and reported to him: "That's so, Comrade Commander. Under the cover of strong firepower, the enemy's 3 infantry divisions and 2 tank divisions launched a fierce attack on the defensive line of our army group on a frontage about six kilometers wide, and the defensive areas of the 95th Division, the 112th Division, the 3O8th Division, and the 37th Guards Division of our infantry were the focus of the enemy's attack. Coupled with the losses in some previous battles, the strength of our divisions, especially the 95th and 112th Infantry Divisions, was greatly weakened. At present, the enemy occupies an advantage on the battlefield,,, and the combat aircraft are more than four times outnumbered.

German infantry and tanks attacked our position at 8 a.m. The first attack was repulsed, 1o tanks burned at the front of the position. The enemy suffered countless casualties. After more than an hour, the enemy attacked again with more troops. Since the enemy had found our point of fire in the first attack, they concentrated their artillery fire on focused fire, and the powerful fire suppressed us, so that our commanders and fighters could not raise their heads from the position.

At 1o in the morning, the 37th Regiment of the 19th Guards Division was routed by enemy tanks and infantry. The fighters of the regiment burrowed into the basements and buildings and continued to fight in the encirclement. The enemy used flamethrowers against them. Our warriors had no choice but to fight back and engage in white-knuckle combat with the enemy while hurrying to extinguish the flames. ”

Krylov is in the process of reporting. Suddenly, Gladshev walked in with a military doctor carrying a small suitcase, and Gurov quickly interrupted him with a raised hand, signaling for the military doctor to check on Chuikov first. The movements of the military doctor are skilled. It didn't take a few minutes to check it out.

As he packed his boxes and was about to leave, Gurov stopped him. He pointed at me and said, "Comrade Medic, Comrade Oshanina, like the commander, has just been buried in a collapsed house, you can help her check to see if there is any problem." ”

The medic nodded, walked up to me, sat me down on a stool, and lifted my eyelids and shone a flashlight. casually asked: "Comrade General, is there anything uncomfortable about you?" Although he said it politely, there was a clear impatience in his tone.

I wanted to hit him away immediately, but thinking that my head was still dizzy, I told him bluntly: "Comrade military doctor, my head was hit by masonry just now, and now I am a little dizzy." ”

Hearing me say this, the originally absent-minded military doctor also became nervous, and hurriedly asked, "Where was it smashed?" ”

I took off my helmet, pointed to the back of my head and said, "Here!" ”

The military doctor hurriedly posted it. Reaching out and touching my head, carefully examining it for wounds, after a while. He said in a relaxed tone: "Comrade General, your head is not bleeding, it may be a slight concussion, just rest for two days." ”

Although the process of the military doctor's examination was very simple and even perfunctory, since he said that it was okay, my heart was also steady. I hurriedly took the steel helmet in my left hand, stretched out my right hand to shake his hand, and said gratefully, "Thank you." Comrade military doctor. ”

"Oh my God, Comrade Oshanina." Gurov walked up to me at some point. Staring at the steel helmet in my hand in surprise, he said, "What's the matter with your steel helmet, why is it so big and dented?" ”

Listen to what Gurov said. I hurriedly brought the steel helmet to my eyes. If you don't look at it, you were startled when you saw it, the back half of the steel helmet did not have a fist-sized dent, and the ten was smashed by the masonry that fell just now. Fortunately, if I had been smashed in a part that was not covered by a steel helmet, I might have gone to see Marx.

The military doctor saw such a big dent on the steel helmet, and it was no longer as casual as just now, he took out a few medicines from the suitcase, handed them to me, and was about to give instructions when there was a loud rumbling sound outside. Hearing this sudden movement, the military doctor couldn't help but mutter: "Damn the Germans, it's time to shell again." ”

I took the medicine handed to me by the medic, and it was just a regular aspirin, but I still tried to squeeze a smile on my face and thank the medic. The medic responded politely to me as he packed his small suitcase again.

At this moment, Gladshev rushed in from the outside in disgrace and shouted loudly at Gurov: "Commander, comrade military commissar, no! One of the enemy's bombs fell, blew up our two shelters, and buried all the commanders and fighters hiding inside, and I had asked the soldiers of the guard company to quickly dig up the earth and rescue them. ”

After listening to this, Gurov said to the military doctor who was carrying a small suitcase: "Comrade military doctor, since this is the case, you should follow the major to take a look and try to repair those wounded commanders and fighters." ”

After the medic and Gladshev had left, Krylov continued to report: "I received a report at 11 o'clock that the left flank of the 112th Infantry Division had been broken through, and about 5o German tanks had run over the division's defensive positions. Comrade commander, you also know that the division has fought many battles on the west bank of the Don, on the Don River, between the Don and the Volga River, etc. By 13 January, less than a thousand fighters remained, led by the division commander, Colonel Yermolgin. At present, they are formed into scattered detachments and garrisons, and continue to fight valiantly with the enemy in individual buildings, in the workshops of the tractor factory, in the town of Nizhny and on the steep slopes of the Volga River.

At 11:5o, the enemy occupied the stadium of the Stalingrad Tractor Plant. Wedged deep into our defensive positions, less than a kilometer from the tractor plant. To the south of the stadium is a stone building, and there is a place called the six-sided block that has become a support point for our army. Guarding it was a battalion of the 1O9th Regiment of the Guards Infantry, armed with artillery. The neighborhood has changed hands several times. The regimental commander Omelchenko personally led the small units of the counter-shock to fight with the enemy. ”

Just as he was saying this, a telegraph operator not far away suddenly took off the headset on his head and shouted at Krylov: "Comrade Chief of Staff, it is General Rodimtsev, the commander of the 13th Guards Division, and he said that there is an important situation to report to you. ”

Krylov did not immediately go to the operator, but beckoned to me. When I had passed, he shoved the telegram in his hand and on the table into my hand, and said simply: "Comrade Oshanina, now you will read to the commander the war report we have received." After that, he turned around and went to answer the phone.

I smiled bitterly, flipped through the telegram, and began to read it for Chuikov: "Report of the 37th Guards Infantry Division: German devils are attacking with tanks everywhere...... Our tanks damaged 4 of them in the Ananiyewo sector, and near Tkachenko 2 and 2 of the Guards of the 2nd Battalion of the 118th Regiment. The 3rd Battalion was holding its position in the area of the gully, but the tank column had already advanced to Yantarnaya.

The artillery of the 37th Guards Division reported: 'We fired directly at the tanks and destroyed 5 vehicles. ’

Comrade Brushko, Chief of Staff of the 37th Guards Division, reported to the army group headquarters: 'The guards of Stavgarov (114th Guards Regiment), which was divided by the wedges of enemy tanks, formed small detachments, entrenched in buildings and ruins, and fought in the enemy's encirclement. Enemy tanks rained down on a battalion holding out in Ananiyevo. All the officers and men of the 6 company of the battalion under the command of Guards Lieutenant Ivanov and instructor Yeruhimovich were killed, only some of the communicators survived. ’

At 12 o'clock, the report of the 117th Guards Regiment was heard on the radio: 'Commander Andreyev died, the enemy surrounded us, and we would rather die than surrender. ’……”

"That's enough, don't read it." As soon as I read this, Chuikov slammed the table and stood up, and said loudly: "The commander of the 117th Regiment of the Guards has already died, and if the soldiers are wiped out again, that regiment will have to be abolished." Immediately telegraphed to the division headquarters of the 37th Guards Division, asking them to immediately send reinforcements to reinforce them. (To be continued)

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