"Lieutenant Grisa," Sokov looked at the confused Grisa and asked, "What exactly have you experienced? Please tell me in detail."
Grisa hesitated for a moment, and then began to say: "Since receiving the order from the division commander to lurk in Karachi, we entered the nearby forest. There, we encountered a small guerrilla group, and they led
Then we went to their camp,..."
After listening to Grisa's brief introduction, Ivanov frowned and asked: "Comrade Lieutenant, I want to ask you, since Comrade Division Commander ordered you to lurk in Karachi, why did you return to Mamayev Heights?"
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"Comrade Deputy Division Commander," after hearing Ivanov's question, Grisa quickly turned his attention to him: "We have been executing the division commander's lurking order. We knew that the division commander appeared in our camp the evening before yesterday..." At this point
, he immediately realized that he had made a mistake, and quickly apologized to Sokov and said, "I'm sorry, Comrade Commander, I'm not talking about you, but the person who looks exactly like you."
"It doesn't matter." Sokov waved his hand to Grisa and said magnanimously: "We all know who you are talking about, just go on."
Seeing that Sokov did not mean to blame himself, Griza continued: "The night before yesterday, the false teacher and the man in blue tights appeared in our camp. He told me that the cold winter was about to begin.
When we arrived, the guerrilla camp in the forest was too crude. If we continued to stay there, it would be easy for us to suffer a large number of non-combat casualties due to the cold climate.
I pointed out to him at that time that several roads leading to Mamayev Heights were blocked by the Germans, and if we wanted to force our way back, we would definitely suffer heavy casualties."
Hearing this, everyone knew that the main event was coming. You must know that the area from Karachi to Mamayev Heights has been tightly blockaded by the German army. If a unit wants to pass so many blockades without paying the price, it is almost impossible.
Impossible. Ivanov once led his troops to withdraw from the Don River Basin into Stalingrad. He had some knowledge of the terrain in that area. He couldn't help but asked curiously: "Comrade Lieutenant, you passed the enemy's blockade."
Will the troops suffer heavy casualties?"
"With the assistance of the fake division commander and the mysterious man, we passed through the German defense lines one after another without any casualties." Grisa replied: "It cannot be said that there were no casualties. The fake division commander had no casualties in yesterday's battle.
He was injured once. The mysterious man asked us to find a place to hide, and he took the division commander to another place to treat the injury."
When Sidorin heard this, he slapped his face on the table and said excitedly: "Yes, that mysterious man brought the false teacher here for treatment." Seeing that everyone's eyes were on him.
On his body, he realized that he was a little out of his element, so he smiled awkwardly and said to Grisa, "Lieutenant Grisa, keep talking."
"The Germans have strong fortifications in many areas. Not to mention that we only have a few dozen people. Even if there are hundreds of people, without the cover of tanks and artillery, it is almost impossible to break through their positions.
Grisa continued: "However, in front of the false commander and the mysterious man, these solid defenses are like a joke. Facing the machine guns that fired wildly, the mysterious man rushed forward with his shield..."
"Wait a minute, you said the mysterious man rushed forward with a shield?" Hearing this, Sidorin couldn't help but interject again and asked. When Grisa nodded in affirmation, he said in an unbelievable tone: "
You know, this is not the Middle Ages, and the enemy's machine gun bullets are not the bows and arrows of the past. No matter how strong the shield is, the bullets can still penetrate it."
Grisa smiled bitterly and replied: "Comrade Chief of Staff, I don't know what material the mysterious man's shield is made of. The enemy's bullets jingled on it, splashing a series of firelights, but they were never able to penetrate the shield.
After the mysterious man rushed into the enemy's position, he used his shield as a weapon to attack the enemy, causing heavy losses to the enemy."
Regarding what Grisa told, except for Sokov who had seen similar scenes in Marvel movies and acted relatively calmly, Sidorin and Ivanov both widened their eyes in surprise, because they
Everything they heard was completely beyond their understanding.
"Where is the fake division commander?" Sokov glanced at the two of them, then turned his attention to Grisa and asked: "When the mysterious man was attacking the Germans, what was he doing?"
"He was not idle either." Grisa replied: "While the mysterious man was attracting enemy fire, the false commander was holding a Popov submachine gun and approaching from other areas to shoot at the enemy. He was wearing a uniform
The metal armor worn by the assault engineer seems to be invulnerable. I have seen enemy bullets or shrapnel hit the armor several times, but he did not suffer any injuries."
"Didn't you say that he was injured in yesterday's battle?" Sidorin remembered that Grisa had mentioned that the false commander was injured, and asked curiously: "Since the armor is invulnerable, how could he be injured?"
"Yes, armor is indeed invulnerable, but limbs without armor cannot block enemy bullets and shrapnel. In yesterday's battle, the false commander was shot several times while assisting the mysterious man in blowing up the enemy's tank.
, and then another shell exploded next to him, and he fell into a pool of blood."
"Lieutenant Grisa," Sokov asked tentatively, eager to know the recovery status of the fake commander after the operation: "Is his injury serious?"
"It looked very serious at the time. I felt that even if we were sent to a rear hospital with good medical conditions, it would take at least two or three months to recover. Unexpectedly, when the false teacher reappeared in front of us a few hours ago, although his hands and feet were all gone,
He was bandaged, but he moved freely. During the march, we even had to jog to catch up with him."
After Grisa told the whole story, the three of them asked him some detailed questions one by one, and Grisa answered them one by one. Seeing that Grisa could no longer ask anything, Sokov rushed to him
He waved his hand and said: "Comrade Lieutenant, you have worked hard, go down and rest first. But I remind you that you and your subordinates must keep this matter strictly confidential and cannot mention it to anyone. Do you understand?"
"I understand, Comrade Commander." Grisa nodded vigorously: "I will tell the soldiers and let them keep it secret." He said this, but secretly thought in his heart: What happened this time is really bizarre, even if he told
No one else would believe it. He raised his hand and saluted the three of them, then turned around and walked out of the headquarters.
"Two comrades, this is so bizarre." As soon as Grisa walked out of the room, Sidorin looked at Sokov and Ivanov and asked: "If I don't know Grisa, I know him
If you are an honest person, you will think that he is lying. No matter how strong a shield is, how can it be comparable to the armor of a tank and actually be able to block bullets? Taking a step back, if that shield can really block bullets, then at least
It weighs hundreds of kilograms, can the mysterious man lift it?"
"What Grisa said is indeed a bit like a fantasy." Ivanov said thoughtfully: "When he was telling the story just now, I noticed a few details: First, the mysterious man ran very fast.
, it only takes five or six seconds to travel 100 meters, which is almost enough to catch up with a Mercedes-Benz car; secondly, the anti-tank grenades used by our soldiers can generally only be thrown a distance of 20 to 30 meters due to the amount of ammunition loaded.
But Grisa said that the mysterious man could throw the ball 70 to 80 meters and could accurately hit the enemy's tank. I felt that the mysterious man he spoke of was not a human being at all, but one of the Olympic gods.
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"Comrade Deputy Division Commander, you missed something." As soon as Ivanov finished speaking, Sidorin added: "Lieutenant Griza also said that the false division commander was seriously injured yesterday, but he could not survive.
In one day, I actually became alive and kicking again, which is simply incredible.”
Just as Sidorin and Ivanov questioned what Grisa told, Sokov was thinking about a series of questions: Judging from Grisa's story, the mysterious man carrying the shield was undoubtedly
The famous Captain Rogers. But why did he appear in this time and space? What was his purpose of coming to Stalingrad? Also, where did the man who looked exactly like him come from?
Sokov raised his hand and pinched his face to confirm whether he was dreaming. Then the pain in the nerves in his brain was instantly transmitted to him, letting him understand that he was not dreaming. There was indeed a person who had just returned from Karachi.
Rizal told three people, including himself, an experience that was similar to a fantasy.
The phone on the table rang, interrupting Sokov's meditation and the discussion between Sidorin and Ivanov. Sidorin grabbed the phone and said into the receiver: "I am the chief of staff.
Lieutenant Colonel Sidorin!...Hello, comrade commander, yes, the division commander is by my side, I will have him answer the phone right away."
Sokov took the phone from Sidorin's hand and said respectfully: "Hello, Comrade Commander, this is Sokov. What instructions do you have?"
"The chief of staff just gave me a telegram from the scouts, saying that they discovered the small team you sent behind enemy lines. They even almost started fighting each other." Chuikov asked in a reproachful tone on the phone: "
Colonel Sokov, why didn’t you report to me in time about dispatching troops to the enemy’s rear?”
Chuikov's words made Sokov very depressed when he arrived. He said to himself that he was not going to launch a large-scale attack on the enemy. He just sent five small teams and he could make the decision. There was no need to report to his superiors. But in order not to
Provoking Chuikov, he still said respectfully: "Comrade Commander, we only sent five small teams of 20 people to the enemy's rear to destroy the enemy's communication and transportation lines, harass their headquarters, barracks, warehouses, etc.
, these actions were used to disrupt the enemy's deployment and prevent them from concentrating on launching a full-scale attack on us. Because the number of troops sent was too small, I did not think of reporting to you."
Sokov's answer was watertight, making it impossible for Chuikov to say what he had already prepared. After a while, Chuikov finally said: "Colonel Sokov, the German army's offensive on Mamayev Heights is quite fierce today. How is it?"
, do you have the confidence to keep it?”
If someone else heard Chuikov's question, they would definitely answer without hesitation, saying that we will definitely defend Mamayev Heights and will never take a step back. But Sokov would not answer that way. He was considering his own
With the existing weapons and equipment, there is not much problem in guarding Mamayev Heights, but the casualties of the troops are bound to be heavy, so it is necessary to put forward conditions to the superiors, hoping to get their support.
"Comrade Commander, although we successfully repelled the enemy's attack today, the casualties of the troops were very high." Sokov said into the microphone: "If we continue like this, it won't be long before Mamayev Ridge is over."
The troops will be exhausted. Therefore, I hope to get support from my superiors."
"Support, what kind of support?" In the past two days, Chuikov heard most of the requests from division commanders for reinforcements, hoping to get a large number of troops to supplement the severely reduced troops. At this moment, Sokov heard
Having said this, he immediately said vigilantly: "I don't have any reserve team."
"Comrade Commander, what I want is not the reserve force." Seeing that Chuikov misunderstood what he meant, Sokov quickly explained: "I hope to obtain your authorization to use the artillery deployed on the east coast when necessary.
, carried out artillery fire interception against the German troops attacking Mamayev Heights."
After hearing Sokov's request, he only asked the artillery deployed on the east bank to provide artillery support. Chuikov couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that the rocket artillery battalion hidden in the cliffs of the river bank had consumed all the rockets in stock.
It was completely exhausted and could not provide any artillery support to the troops in the city. The only thing they could count on now was the artillery deployed on the east coast.
Thinking of this, Chuikov said cheerfully: "Okay, Colonel Sokov, I will call the artillery commander immediately and convey your request to him. In the future, when you need artillery support, you only need to call General Hogarski
Just make a phone call and he will provide you with artillery support from an artillery regiment."
According to Sokov's idea, as long as the hundreds of artillery on the east coast can cooperate with him, no matter how many troops the enemy comes, he can blow them up with just one shell. But at this time, he heard that Chuikov only planned to send one artilleryman.
He was somewhat disappointed that the group cooperated with him.
Hearing Sokov's delay in speaking, Chuikov guessed that he must be dissatisfied with his decision, so he added: "If you don't want to, I won't call General Hogarsky."
"An artillery regiment is just an artillery regiment." Sokov thought that it would be fine without fish and shrimp. Having an artillery regiment is better than not having any artillery support. He quickly said into the microphone: "With the support of artillery, I will be more capable."