When he learned that Grisa was injured, Sidorin could no longer sit still. He walked to the door and told the soldiers standing at the door: "Comrade soldier, go and invite Comrade Deputy Division Commander over, and tell me that I have important matters to see you."
he."
Sokov heard what Sidorin said and felt very strange. Why did he ask the deputy division commander to come to the division headquarters when it was not yet dawn? So, he waited for the other party to enter the door and asked curiously: "Comrade Chief of Staff, what are you looking for?"
What does the deputy division commander do?”
"Comrade division commander, Grisa is our old subordinate." Sidorin explained to Sokov: "He is injured. As the chief of staff, I will definitely go to see him. But there cannot be no one in the division headquarters.
, so I want the deputy division commander to come over and replace me."
Ivanov lived not far from the headquarters, and he rushed over in just a few minutes. Because he was walking in such a hurry, he didn't even have time to button up his military coat. He saw Sokov sitting in the room.
and Xi Duolin, quickly asked: "Division Commander, Chief of Staff, what happened?"
"Hello, Comrade Deputy Division Commander!" Seeing Ivanov coming in, Sidorin quickly stood up and said to him: "The situation is like this. Lieutenant Grisa of the downsized regiment unfortunately died on his way back to Mamayev Hill.
He was injured after being struck by a mine. The division commander has ordered the health team to send someone to pick him up. Once he is rescued, the division commander and I are going to visit him. As you know, there cannot be no one in the division headquarters to take responsibility, so I took the liberty of sending someone to pick him up.
Someone is going to invite you."
"Lieutenant Grisa?!" Hearing Sidorin's name, Ivanov hesitated for a moment and asked tentatively: "It was the man who led people to blow up the enemy's arsenal with rockets last time and obtained the search result.
Lieutenant Grisa?”
"Yes, that's him."
"Shouldn't he be in the archives building?" Ivanov waited for Sidorin to finish and asked in confusion: "Why did he suddenly return to Mamayev Heights?"
"That's it, Comrade Deputy Division Commander." Sokov took over and said, "Didn't we just receive a batch of rockets? I plan to let him lead a small team carrying rockets to go deep behind enemy lines to attack the enemy's key departments.
, so he called Commander Belkin and asked him to inform Grisa to rush back to the division headquarters as soon as possible. Unexpectedly, Lieutenant Grisa accidentally struck a mine and was injured shortly after leaving the archives building."
After Ivanov waited for Sokov to finish speaking, he was silent for a long time before he continued: "Comrade Division Commander, the area near the archives building is our army's defense zone. In other words, Lieutenant Grisa may have stepped on us.
Mines laid by our own people.”
"Comrade Deputy Division Commander," Sidorin saw Ivanov's disapproving look and couldn't help but feel a little anxious: "Is there any difference between stepping on the enemy's mines and stepping on ours?"
"Of course there is a difference." Seeing the dissatisfaction in Sidorin's tone, Ivanov told him: "The landmines used by the Germans are all iron-shell mines. If anyone steps on them, they will not die but will be seriously injured. But
Among the landmines used by our army, there are many wooden shell mines. Even if you step on them accidentally, people may be injured, but their lives will not be in danger."
"Yes, Comrade Deputy Division Commander is right. Many of the landmines used by our army in the city are wooden shell mines with limited lethality. Even if they are stepped on, they will not be fatal." Sidorin turned to Sokov and said.
: "Comrade Division Commander, maybe we are too neurotic. Maybe Lieutenant Grisa's injury doesn't matter at all."
"Comrade Chief of Staff, the person who called you just now said that Grisa's injury is very serious, didn't he?" As soon as Sokov opened his mouth, he directly extinguished the glimmer of hope that had just emerged in Sidorin's heart. He was not polite.
He said: "It was only when I heard that Grisa was seriously injured that I ordered the health team to send someone to pick him up."
After speaking, Sokov turned to Ivanov and said apologetically: "Comrade Deputy Division Commander, I am going to the health team with the Chief of Staff, and I will leave the matters here to you."
"Don't worry, comrade division commander." Ivanov said carelessly: "If there is anything that cannot be handled, I will call the health team to report it to you."
Sokov and Sidorin came to the health team and happened to meet Asiya coming out of the casualty ward. Seeing Sokov appear here, Asiya was stunned, and then asked: "Mi
Sha, what are you doing here?"
"Grissa is injured. The chief of staff and I are here to visit him."
"Grissa?!" Asiya replied with a confused look on her face: "I know Grissa, but he is not among the wounded here."
"He was injured not long ago." When Sokov spoke, he glanced sideways at Sidorin beside him. Seeing him nodding slightly to indicate that he had arranged for the health team to pick him up, he continued: "The chief of staff gave the health team
The team called and asked you to send someone to pick him up."
"Wait a minute, let me check the records." Asiya walked to a wooden table leaning against the wall, picked up a notebook on it, flipped through a few pages, nodded and said, "That's right.
We did receive a call from the Chief of Staff and have sent a team of six to the Archives Building to pick up Lieutenant Grisa."
"Asia." Sidorin asked cautiously, "I wonder when we can pick up Lieutenant Grisa?"
"It's hard to say," Asiya shook her head and said, "After all, it's too far from the archives building, and the road along the way is not easy to walk. I estimate it will take two or three hours at the fastest."
"What, two or three hours?" Sidorin's eyes widened in surprise: "Lieutenant Grisa was seriously injured. If it is delayed for such a long time, can he still be saved?"
"There is no way, Comrade Chief of Staff." Regarding Sidorin's reaction, Asiya said helplessly: "The archives building is too far away from us. The wounded there can only be sent directly to the Czech Republic because they cannot send them back.
Temporary hospital at the Erzhinsky factory.”
After Sokov first sat down at the wooden table, he called to Sidorin: "Comrade Chief of Staff, the matter has already happened. There is no point in us being anxious. We should just sit here and wait."
After the two of them sat down, Sidorin took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed it to Sokov: "Comrade Commander, please have a cigarette. I only have German cigarettes, so you can make do with it first."
"No smoking!" Just when Sokov reached out to smoke a cigarette from Sidorin's cigarette case, Asiya suddenly said sharply: "The air here is not good to begin with. If you continue to smoke,
, which will consume a large amount of limited oxygen.”
"I'm sorry, Comrade Asiya." When Sidorin heard what Asiya said, he quickly put the cigarette back into his pocket, apologized to Asiya and said, "It's all my fault, please don't blame the teacher."
Asia snorted, turned and walked into the wounded ward.
"Comrade Commander," Seeing Asiya leaving, Sidorin lowered his voice and teased Sokov: "I think you seem to be quite afraid of Asiya. When she yelled at us just now, I thought I saw you trembling."
Now that Sidorin realized what he had just done, Sokov could only laugh and said with some embarrassment: "Comrade Chief of Staff, this is not henpecked, this is respect. Do you understand, respect!"
"I understand, I understand!" Sidorin suppressed a smile and said: "You are not afraid of your wife at all, you just respect her."
After making a joke, Sidorin suppressed the smile on his face and asked: "Comrade division commander, since Grisa is seriously injured, what should we do about sending a small team to the enemy's rear?"
In fact, even if Sidorin does not mention this matter, Sokov plans to discuss with Sidorin the candidate for the commander of the small unit. Among the many direct officers of Sokov, Grisa is the best at commanding troops to carry out operations behind enemy lines.
Destructive, as long as they carry enough rockets, they can turn the enemy's rear upside down and completely disrupt the enemy's offensive deployment.
But what is unexpected is that Griza was so unlucky that he would step on a landmine on his way back to Mamayev Ridge. You know, he spent a lot of time walking on that road, but he never
An accident occurred. Since Grisa can no longer accept this order, we can only consider replacing him.
After thinking about the grassroots commanders he valued in his mind, Sokov reluctantly picked out two candidates. However, he did not say it out immediately. Instead, he looked at Sidorin and asked: "Comrade Chief of Staff, do you have a suitable candidate?"
Can you choose?"
"Comrade Division Commander," Sidorin thought about Sokov's question for a long time before saying carefully: "As you said, the only candidates suitable for commanding the small unit behind enemy lines are Commander Belkin's reduced regiment.
, the other three regiments of the Guards Division are really not up to the task."
"Chief of Staff, do you have a suitable candidate?" Seeing that Sidorin did not give the answer he wanted to hear, Sokov repeated his question.
Sidorin hesitated for a long time, and finally said: "What do you think of Lieutenant Guchakov, commander of the ninth company?"
The two people Sokov had in mind were Guchakov. Seeing that Sidorin and he had thought of something at this moment, he nodded and said: "Chief of Staff, I also think he is one of the suitable candidates."
one."
Hearing that his thoughts coincided with Sokov's, Sidorin couldn't help but feel secretly happy. But when he heard Sokov's "one", he couldn't help but asked instinctively: "Comrade Commander, are you
Are there any other candidates?"
"What do you think of Second Lieutenant Samoilov in the Seryosha Company?" Since Sidorin was asking, Sokov simply said the other candidate in his mind: "This comrade is also very capable.
, asking him to stay in the division guard camp as a platoon leader is a bit too condescending."
Before Sidorin could express his opinion, Sokov heard a rush of footsteps from the other end of the corridor. There was also a person who kept shouting: "The wounded are coming. Comrades in front, please give way."
!”
Sokov looked in the direction of the sound and saw five or six people surrounding a stretcher, heading towards where he was. He saw where he and Sidorin were sitting, occupying the corridor.
He quickly stood up and leaned his back against the wall so that the person carrying the stretcher could pass smoothly.
Because the light in the corridor was too dark, Sokov could not clearly see the faces of the wounded on the stretcher. He only saw the black and red blood dripping drop by drop from the stretcher, from the other end of the corridor to the large ward next to him, leaving behind
There was a line of blood, and the pungent smell of blood exuded in the empty corridor.
After Sidorin waited for the stretcher to enter the large ward next to him, he said curiously: "There doesn't seem to be any fighting in our defense area. Where did this wounded man come from?"
Sokov first thought that the person lying on the stretcher might be Grisa, but then he thought about it and realized that this was unlikely. From the time he received the call to now, it was less than an hour, and the person sent by the health team to pick up the injured was estimated to be at this moment
We are still on the road. Maybe this wounded man is from a friendly position.
Just as Sokov was thinking this, he suddenly saw Asiya walking out and said hurriedly to the two of them: "Lieutenant Grisa has been sent here, why are you two still standing outside in a daze?"
"What, the stretcher that just came in was carrying Grisa?" Sokov asked in surprise: "Did it arrive so quickly?"
"I've already had people carry the stretcher into the operating room, and notified the military doctors to come and do the operation." Asiya said impatiently: "When the stretcher bearers come out, you can ask how they came back so quickly.
." After saying that, Asiya turned over and walked into the big ward.
Sokov and Sidorin passed through the large ward where hundreds of wounded people lived, and came to the outside of the simple operating room separated by a piece of white cloth. They happened to see several stretcher bearers coming out of it. Sokov stretched out his hand to stop them.
He asked curiously: "Didn't you go to the archives building to pick up the injured? Why did you come back so soon?"
When the stretcher bearer saw someone blocking his way, he was a little angry at first, but when he saw that the person blocking the way was the division commander, he quickly and respectfully replied: "Comrade division commander, we just entered the Red October Factory, and we encountered transportation.
The wounded truck came over. After we picked up the wounded, we rushed back immediately."
"Truck, what truck?" Sokov asked.
"I asked the driver. He was pulling cinders for the factory. On the way, he met the comrade who was escorting Lieutenant Grisa, so I pulled him back." After answering Sokov's question, the stretcher bearer straightened up and asked.
: "Comrade Commander, do you allow me to leave?"
Not long after the stretcher bearers left, Asya opened the curtain and came out, saying to Sokov: "Misha, Lieutenant Grisa lost too much blood and needs a blood transfusion, but we are running out of plasma."
"Comrade Commander, what should we do?" Sidorin heard what Asiya said and asked Sokov anxiously: "Even if we ask our superiors to send someone to send blood now, I'm afraid it will be too late."
"Asia, what's Grisa's blood type?"
"Type A." Asia replied.
"Chief of Staff, it's definitely too late to ask the higher-level hospital to send blood." After figuring out Grisa's blood type, Sokov turned to Sidorin and said: "You call Seryosha immediately and ask him to call the guard company.
Bring all the soldiers with type A blood here and ask them to transfuse Grisa's blood."
"Understood, I'm going to call Grisa right now." After Sidorin finished speaking, he immediately turned around and walked towards the room where the phone was kept.
"Misha, you still have more ideas." Asia looked at Sokov, with a discouraged smile on her tired face: "I believe that the blood of the soldiers of the guard company can definitely save Lieutenant Grisa.