"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? "
"Comrade Deputy Division Commander," upon hearing Ivanov's question, Grisa quickly turned his gaze to him: "We have been carrying out the division commander's lurking orders. 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 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, Grisa 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 attrition 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. 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 things. Ivanov once led his troops to withdraw from the Don River Basin into Stalingrad, and he had some knowledge of the terrain in that area. He couldn't help but curiously asked: "Comrade Lieutenant, what were the casualties of your troops when you passed the enemy's blockade?" Is it big?"
"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 was killed 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 other places to treat the injuries."
When Sidorin heard this, he slapped his hands 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 Griza, keep talking."
"The Germans have strong defenses in many areas. Let alone a few dozen of us, 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 strong 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 the shield as a weapon to attack the enemy, causing heavy losses to the enemy."
Regarding what Griza told, except for Sokov who had seen similar scenes in Marvel movies and acted relatively calmly, both Sidorin and Ivanov 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 firepower, the false commander was holding a Popov submachine gun and approaching from other areas to shoot at the enemy. He was wearing a 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 in a pool of blood."
"Lieutenant Grisa," Sokov asked tentatively, eager to know how the fake commander was recovering from surgery, "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 not ask anything more, Sokov waved his hand to him and said: "Comrade Lieutenant, you have worked hard, go down and rest first. But I remind you, you and your subordinates are both responsible for this matter." It must be kept strictly confidential and cannot be mentioned to anyone. Do you understand?"
"I understand, Comrade Commander." Grisa nodded vigorously: "I will tell the soldiers and let them keep it a 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 gave a ring salute to the three people, then turned 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 didn't know Grisa well, I would know him If you are an honest person, you will think that he is lying. No matter how strong a shield is, can it be as good as 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 Griza 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 reach 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 seventy or eighty meters and could accurately hit the enemy's tanks. I felt that the mysterious man he spoke of was not a human being at all, but one of the Olympic gods. "
"Comrade Deputy Division Commander, you missed something." As soon as Ivanov finished speaking, Sidorin added: "Lieutenant Grisa also said that the false division commander was seriously injured yesterday, but he could not survive. It’s incredible that in one day, I became alive and kicking again.”
While 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 does he appear in this time and space? What was his purpose in coming to Stalingrad? Also, where did that person who looked exactly like me come from?
Sokov raised his hand and pinched his face to confirm whether he was dreaming. Then the pain suddenly spread to the nerves in his brain, making him understand that he was not dreaming. There was indeed Grisa who had just returned from Karachi. He told three people, including himself, an experience similar to Arabian Nights. .
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 Lieutenant Colonel Sidorin, Chief of Staff! ...Hello, comrade commander, yes, the division commander is next to me, I will ask him to answer the phone right away. "
Sokov took the phone from Sidorin 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 sending 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. However, in order not to irritate Chuikov, he still said respectfully: "Comrade Commander, we have only sent five 20-man squads to the enemy's rear to destroy the enemy's communication and transportation lines, and harass their headquarters, barracks and 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 impeccable, leaving Chuikov unable 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 about it? Are you confident in holding 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 considered that with his existing weapons and equipment, it would not be a big problem to defend Mamayev Heights, but the casualties of the troops would be heavy, so it was necessary to propose conditions to his superiors, hoping that can 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 the fight continues like this, it won't be long before the Mamayev Heights The troops will be exhausted. Therefore, I hope to get support from my superiors."
"Support, what kind of support?" In the past two days, what Chuikov heard most was requests from division commanders for reinforcements, hoping to get a large number of troops to supplement the severely reduced troops. Hearing Sokov say the same thing at this moment, he immediately said vigilantly: "I don't have any reserves in my hands."
"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. , to conduct artillery fire interception against the German troops attacking Mamayev Heights."
After hearing Sokov's request, Chuikov couldn't help but feel relieved secretly that the artillery deployed on the east coast would provide artillery support. He knew that the rocket artillery battalion hidden in the cliffs of the river bank had consumed all the rockets in stock and was unable to provide any artillery support to the troops in the city. The only thing he could count on now was the artillery deployed on the east bank.
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 Make a 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, they can be blown to pieces with just one shell. But when he heard that Chuikov only planned to let an artillery regiment cooperate with him, he was somewhat disappointed.
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 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." Make sure to hold Mamayev Heights."
