My heart was in my throat as the sound of explosions and machine-gun fire came from afar, and I sweated for the soldiers who had gone to lure the enemy, fearing that something would happen to them.

When the sound of gunfire in the distance became clearer and clearer, the originally silent Azerbaijani camp became noisy, and the soldiers ran back from their tents, and in the camp that had become brightly lit again, hundreds of people soon gathered and rushed towards the place where the guns rang out, led by the commander.

"Comrade division commander," Mihayev asked worriedly, "will this plan of ours really succeed?" ”

Although I was nervous at the moment, I replied with pretense of composure: "What's the matter, Comrade Second Lieutenant, don't you believe my judgment?" ”

Hearing me say this, Mihayev was stunned for a moment, and then his originally hesitant eyes became firm, he nodded and said: "Comrade division commander, I have not the slightest doubt about your command ability. Since you said that this night raid plan will succeed, then it will definitely succeed. ”

"Don't worry, there will be good news soon." In order not to affect the morale of the troops, I continued to slap the swollen face and become fat.

At this moment, there was a soft sound of "clang" in the distance, and because the gunfire was getting louder and louder, if you didn't listen carefully, you really couldn't hear this slight sound. However, Mihayev, who had been paying attention to the movement in the direction of Oleg, heard it, and he hurriedly said to me excitedly: "Division commander, listen quickly, it's the sound of the train derailment!" ”

Before I could confirm whether the train had derailed, a series of loud noises could be heard in the distance, followed by a burst of fire from the hidden area of Oleg's troops. The red light reflected half the sky. Hearing this movement, there is no need to confirm it anymore. It must have been the German train that rushed off the tracks and ran over the anti-tank mines buried next to the railway. caused a series of explosions.

Hearing the explosions and seeing the fires in the distance, I felt much more relieved, even if the plan of infighting between the Germans and the Eastern Battalion did not succeed tonight, at least the Germans of the two battalions on the train would already be more than lucky.

I raised my binoculars and looked at the place where the explosion had stopped, but the company hidden on the nearby hillside had already rushed towards the still burning train car like a tiger descending from the mountain. As soon as they approached the side of the railway, they threw grenades into the carriage before the smoke of the explosion cleared. They had already rushed to the side of the carriage and shot at the survivors inside.

The fighting was raging here, and I turned my attention to the Azerbaijani battalion to see what they were doing. When the explosion sounded next to the railway, the soldiers, who were confused by the mutations, were in chaos in the camp. However, this confusion did not last long, and soon the commander calmed the soldiers, and then hundreds of people, led by the commander, ran in the direction of the railway.

"Comrade Division Commander." The commander of the third company ran to my side at some point and asked me in a low voice: "I want to ask, what is the mission of our company?" Do you immediately go down to answer the first and second companies? He asked, obviously seeing his comrades fighting in full swing. And he stood by with nothing to do, and seemed a little anxious.

I turned my head to look at him and replied, "Comrade Company Commander." Don't be in a hurry, go to war. There will be opportunities in the future. The task of your company is to stand guard on this hillside. When to strike, wait for my orders. When the third company commander heard me say this, he had to reluctantly agree, turned around and went to set up a guard.

The troops who came out of the Azerbaijani camp and went to the railway to check what was happening, and when they were still more than 100 meters away from the railway, they were stopped and fired by one company after another, and the mortar shells exploded in the enemy group, and the air wave lifted one enemy after another into the air. Those soldiers who were lucky enough to escape the shelling, who were greeted in front of them, were greeted by the dense machine-gun fire of our troops, and those who were unfortunate enough to break into the fire network fell to the ground with their bodies convulsing like electric shocks.

At this time, the walkie-talkie that Grams was carrying rang, and instead of connecting to the communication immediately, he looked at me cautiously. I hurriedly said to Mihayev: "Comrade Ensign, maybe it's a call from Captain Grams's superior, you let him answer it." If asked, they would say that the Azerbaijani battalion had mutinied, and not only had they sent troops to attack the friendly camps, but they had also sabotaged the railway, leading a train full of officers and soldiers to capsize, causing heavy casualties. When our department heard the news and rushed to check it, it was also attacked by Azerbaijani troops, and at the moment it was in a fierce battle. ”

After listening to this, Mihayev immediately translated my words to Grams. Grammers nodded, answered the phone without hesitation, and shouted loudly into the microphone. Although I couldn't understand what he was saying, judging by the smile on the face of Mihayev, who was standing on the sidelines, Mr. Captain was reporting what I had made up to his former superiors.

After about five minutes of talking, Gramms took off his headphones, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and reported aloud to me, and the royal interpreter, Second Lieutenant Mihayev, made a simultaneous interpretation in a timely manner: "Your Excellency, Division Commander, I have just reported to my superiors that the Azerbaijani battalion has mutinied, and is in a fierce battle with our company after successively attacking the camp of friendly troops and derailing the guide train. I was instructed by my superiors that I must stop the rebels at all costs, and that I must not be allowed to step into the station, otherwise I will be court-martialed. ”

After listening to Mihayev's translation, I then asked: "Captain Grams, didn't you report to your superiors that your troops were not enough to stop the insane attack of the rebels?" ”

Grahms shook his head and replied, "No, just ordered me to hold on at any cost." Speaking of this, the captain paused for a moment, thought about it with a frown, and continued: "I estimate that the superior will order the attacked force to intensify the attack, and fight with my company in front and back, and wipe out all this rebel force. ”

After listening to him, I didn't continue to ask, but raised my binoculars to observe the enemy situation in the distance. It was seen that there was a fierce exchange of fire on the eastern side of the Azerbaijani camp, and it seemed that the attacked German army had received orders from their superiors and began to attack the Azerbaijani camp.

The eastern side of the camp soon turned into a sea of fire, and the attacking Germans fired desperately at the defenders who held the camp. The Azerbaijanis, who were not willing to be wiped out like this, are also resisting stubbornly. The two sides used mortars in parallel with a variety of light weapons. It doesn't matter which side the shell falls on explodes. Almost every time the cannon goes down, it kicks off a cloud of stumps, severed arms, and fragments of weapons.

Although the Azerbaijanis are well trained. He was also very tenacious, but he could not stop the frenzied attack of the German army, and was forced to retreat to the camp step by step.

Standing on the hillside, watching the infighting between the Germans and the Azerbaijani battalions, I couldn't help but rejoice that if it weren't for the fact that the battle wasn't over, I would have liked to report what had happened here to Chuikov and Zhukov at once, so that they would be happy and happy.

I'm having fun watching it. Mihayev suddenly touched my arm with his elbow and reminded me: "Commander, look, there seem to be several motorcycles coming out of the Azerbaijani camp and driving in our direction. "I quickly adjusted the angle of the telescope, and sure enough, there were three motorcycles speeding in our direction, and only one of them was a three-wheeled motorcycle with a sidecar.

Since the other side avoided the east flank and the railroad side where the battle was being fought and came to us instead, I judged that they might have thought of calling for help from Grams at the station. I touched Grahms's arm with the back of my hand, and when he looked back, I said to him, "Mr. Captain, these motorcycles are obviously trying to go to the station." Now it's our turn. Then I turned my head and shouted that I didn't know what to do, and stood quietly behind me, with an unhappy look on his face: "Third company commander! ”

"Here!" Hearing this, the commander of the third company took a step forward and stood up straight. Waiting for my orders.

"Leave two platoons of fighters on the hillside on standby, and then you take the rest of the fighters down the mountain with me. Go and pack up all these Germans. ”

"Yes!" The commander of the third company excitedly agreed, and then shouted at his subordinates: "The second platoon and the third platoon are on standby." A platoon of warriors come with me! ”

Mihayev, Grahms, and the commander of the third company walked briskly down the hill with a platoon of fighters and walked over to the enemy's motorcycles.

As soon as I crossed the railroad, I ordered the troops to halt their advance, and let the soldiers of the two squads take advantage of the ground and lie down to shoot, while the four of us and the soldiers of one squad stood still.

The motorcycle stopped about 20 meters away from us, and a man jumped out of the sidecar and yelled at us. I couldn't understand what he was shouting, but I could tell he was speaking German.

Gramms stepped forward and spoke loudly at the other.

When the two of them were about 20 meters apart, when they were talking to each other, Mihayev quietly asked my interpreter: "Comrade division commander, the other party asked us which part we belong to. Captain Grams replied that we were from the station guard. The other party also said that they were from the monitoring group of the Eastern Battalion, and because the troops were attacked, they wanted to rush to the station to find us for help. After the translation, Mihayev asked me again: "What should we do next?" ”

"Comrade Second Lieutenant," I originally wanted Mihayev to translate my words to Grams, but when I saw that the people from the monitoring group of the Eastern Battalion opposite were not far from us, I was afraid of gangs, so I didn't dare to ask Mihayev to translate my words, but whispered to Mihayev: "Comrade Ensign, you ask them, are all the people in the inspection team here?" ”

Mihayev nodded, stepped forward and asked the other party, "Why are you only these few people, and the rest?" ”

The soldier standing next to the motorcycle replied: "Four of the crew members died in the battle, and only six of us remained." ”

"Third Company Commander," I quickly turned around and instructed the Third Company Commander after listening to Mihayev's message to me, "What are you still doing in a daze, let the soldiers shoot, and don't let anyone on the other side go." ”

As soon as my words fell, the commander of the third company roared angrily: "Shoot, shoot!" And took the lead in firing a shot at the opposite side with a pistol.

The sound of gunfire was an order, and then a dense burst of shooting rang out around us. The dense bullet hit the soldier standing next to the motorcycle, and he didn't even snort before he was knocked on his back and fell into the sidecar by the massive impact of the bullet. The rest of the German soldiers sitting on motorcycles were not spared, and were carried directly from their seats by bullets.

When the shooting was over, I walked over to the three-wheeled motorcycle with my hands behind my back, and forced myself to endure the choking smell of blood, and looked down at the German soldier who had been knocked down by our bullets first, and saw that almost the upper half of his body had been sifted by bullets.

Gramms walked up to me, glanced down, quickly looked away, and then reported to me in a low voice: "Your Excellency, Division Commander, this is the leader of the monitoring group, the leader of the SS commando squad. ”

I have never been familiar with the ranks of the SS, just now I saw him wearing a steel helmet, I thought he was an ordinary soldier, but I didn't expect him to be a commando squad leader. I looked curiously at his epaulettes and collar badges, and saw that his left collar badge was embellished with two diamond-shaped rank marks, and on the epaulette was a thick bar with three diamond-shaped rank marks.

Seeing the corpses of the members of the monitoring team in front of us, Grahms looked a little flustered, and he asked nervously: "Your Excellency, how can I report to my superiors the news of the death of the members of the monitoring team in the Azerbaijani battalion?" ”

I snorted and said disapprerovingly: "What is there to embarrass about, you report to your superiors that after the members of the monitoring team discovered the attempt to mutiny by the Azerbaijanis, except for four members who were left to deal with the rebels, the remaining six took advantage of the chaos to come to the station to ask us for help, but they encountered an ambush by the rebels on the way, and the remaining members were unfortunately all killed. ”

After listening to the translation, Grams stood there and was silent for a moment, and then decisively contacted his old superiors and reported to them what I had just fabricated.

At this moment, the fighting in the Azerbaijani camp entered a fever pitch, and only gunfire and sporadic shell explosions could be heard, at which point the explosions suddenly intensified. Curious, I raised my binoculars and looked around, only to see several German tanks in the camp, on a rampage. When they saw the rebels' firepower, they either stopped and bombarded it, or simply drove the tank directly into it.

Although these Azerbaijanis had been Soviet soldiers before, they were also the defeated soldiers of the German army, and with roughly equal strength and equipment, they could still fight with great strength and strength, and they were on a par with the German army, but as soon as the German tanks appeared in front of them, their will to resist suddenly collapsed, first one or two soldiers fled, then five or six, and then the whole squad began to flee towards the west side of the camp

The rebels in the camp were about to suffer heavy blows from the Germans, and the soldiers who fled in the direction of the railway to the west were mercilessly killed and wounded by Oleg's troops. (To be continued......)