Just when Chuikov was about to hang up the phone, Sokov suddenly remembered something important. "Comrade Commander, I have one more important thing."
Sidorin and Ivanov, who were sitting next to him, heard Sokov say this and thought that he was going to report the incredible thing to Chuikov. They all pricked up their ears and wanted to hear what he had to say. .
"If you have anything to do, please tell me quickly." Chuikov said impatiently.
"That's right, wasn't a Tiger tank captured at the foot of the mountain the day before yesterday?" Sokov asked cautiously, "I want to ask, where is this tank now?"
"Because the situation in the city is unfavorable to our army, the tank has been shipped to the east coast by superiors, and military experts are preparing to conduct research." Chuikov saw that Sokov was so concerned about the whereabouts of the Tiger tank, so he patiently He told him, "A group of senior technicians from the Dzerzhinsky Tractor Factory were also moved with the tanks. By the way, Comrade Kalashnikov, who went to Stalingrad with Yakov, also came with him. Arrived on the east coast.”
Sokov was very worried about Kalashnikov's safety. When he contacted Peter, the director of the factory to produce grenades, he inquired about his whereabouts, but Peter said that Kalashnikov had been transferred to another factory by his superiors. The reason why he asked Chuikov about the Tiger tank at this moment was to ask about Kalashnikov's whereabouts in a circumstantial way. Unexpectedly, before he could speak, Chuikov had already taken the initiative to give the answer he wanted.
Considering that Kalashnikov was inspired by himself some time ago to develop the T3485 tank at the Red October Factory. It has been so long, and I don’t know how far his research has progressed. So Sokov asked again, "Comrade Commander, Kalashnikov was developing a new type of tank some time ago. I wonder what his progress is?"
"I don't know." Chuikov answered simply, "Kalashnikov belongs to the Weapons and Equipment Department, and I have no right to interfere with the research he conducted." At this point, he paused for a moment, and then said, "Soko Colonel Husband, do you have anything else to do?"
"No more, Comrade Commander."
"I wish you good luck!" Chuikov said briefly and then hung up the phone.
As soon as Sokov put down the phone, Sidorin asked anxiously, "Comrade division commander, why didn't you report that matter to the commander?"
"Report, how do I report to the commander?" Sokov looked at Sidorin and asked coldly, "Comrade Chief of Staff, do you know who the man who looks exactly like me is? Do you know the man in the blue tights? , who is the mysterious man wearing a mask and holding an invulnerable shield in his hand?"
Ivanov originally had the same idea as Sidorin, but after hearing Sokov's series of questions that left Sidorin speechless, he changed his mind. He reminded Sokov, "Comrade Commander, although the number of people with knowledge of this matter has been strictly controlled, I still feel uneasy. You know, even if we don't say it, the well-informed Ministry of Internal Affairs will You can learn about this through their specialized intelligence channels. I'm worried that by then, even if you want to explain it to your superiors, you won't be able to explain it clearly."
"Comrade Deputy Division Commander, I don't think we should report this matter to our superiors before we figure out what's going on." Sokov said resolutely, "If we don't know all the questions asked by our superiors, then the situation will be even worse. Oops." He didn't want to discuss the matter anymore, so he waved his hands to the two of them, "It's getting late, you should go and rest early. Maybe there will be another fierce battle until dawn."
At dawn, in order to reverse the unfavorable situation around the Dzerzhinsky Tractor Factory, Chuikov ordered the 112th Division and the 37th Guards Division to launch a counterattack.
Without any artillery cover, the commanders and fighters of the two divisions launched a charge towards the enemy from different directions. Facing the Soviet attack, the German army immediately called for artillery support. A few minutes later, the artillery shells roared into the middle of the attacking troops. Shrapnel and soil flew everywhere. From time to time, soldiers were overturned by the air waves of the explosion, or were thrown horizontally. Shrapnel chipped away.
The soldiers who were intercepted by enemy fire lay down on the spot. Ruolu Jeff, who was staying in the command post behind, saw the soldiers lying on the ground with their heads in their hands, showing no signs of getting up from the ground. He couldn't help but become anxious. He picked up the phone and spoke to Ander, the commander of the 117th Guards Regiment, who answered the phone. Lieev shouted, "Comrade Colonel, what's going on with your troops? Why are they all lying down? Let the soldiers stand up and continue to attack the enemy. Do you understand?"
Andreev, who was responsible for the main offensive mission, saw the enemy's fierce artillery fire. The commanders and soldiers continued to charge without any cover, which was tantamount to dying in vain. He was about to make a request to Ruolu Jiefu to retreat, but unexpectedly the division commander's call came first. Since his superiors had ordered to continue the attack, it was obviously unrealistic to retreat at this time.
After Andreev put down the phone, he put on his helmet, picked up a submachine gun, and said to his chief of staff, "Comrade chief of staff, I leave this to you. I will personally lead the soldiers up."
"Comrade commander, it's too dangerous." Seeing that Andreev was going to lead the charge himself, the chief of staff hugged him and said anxiously, "It's better that you stay, and I will lead the charge."
"Comrade Chief of Staff," Andreev pushed away the Chief of Staff's hand and said with a wry smile, "the soldiers are being suppressed by the enemy's artillery fire and cannot move. If I, the regimental commander, don't personally lead the charge, do you think they will?" Get up from the ground?"
Andreev rushed out of the command post with his gun in hand and ran toward the area being shelled. From time to time, artillery shells landed near him and exploded, and the soil kicked up spread all over him, but he still kept running forward.
He came to the middle of the soldiers, brandished the submachine gun in his hand, and shouted loudly, "Comrades, why are you lying on the ground like cowards? Stand up quickly and continue to charge forward with me! Forward, comrades Let’s move forward!”
Although the sound of artillery covered his shouts, some nearby soldiers still heard what he shouted clearly, but no one stood up, and all the soldiers remained lying on the ground.
Seeing that no one responded to him, Andreev realized that it took great courage to stand up under the fierce enemy fire. He squatted down next to a soldier, lowered his head and said, "Comrade soldier, if you lie down any longer, you will get calluses on your belly. Hurry up and stand up and move forward with me."
The soldier didn't want to get up, but the regiment leader was squatting next to him. He couldn't help but have the dignity to continue lying down. He could only hesitantly get up from the ground, carry the gun, and rush forward at the risk of his waist.
Seeing a soldier stand up, Andreev's face showed a smile. He turned to another soldier and shouted, "Hey, comrade soldier, your comrades have rushed up, why are you still lying down?" What are you doing there?" Just like that, another soldier slowly got up and rushed forward with a gun.
Andreev stood up straight and shouted to the soldiers lying around, "Comrades, for the motherland! For Stalin! Come with me!" After he finished shouting this time, he rushed forward with his gun in hand. go.
The soldiers lying on the ground saw the regiment leader personally charging with a gun, and they got up one after another, followed Andreev, and rushed towards the enemy's position.
When Zholudev saw the commanders and fighters of the 117th Regiment, led by the regiment leader Andreev, they launched a charge towards the enemy's position, he couldn't help but smile on his face. He turned to Chief of Staff Brushko and said, "Comrade Chief of Staff, did you see it? Colonel Andreyev personally led the charge. I believe the commanders and fighters of the 117th Regiment will be able to break through the enemy's defense line."
Brushko was obviously not as optimistic as Zholudev. He looked at Andreev leading the charge in the distance and said worriedly, "Comrade division commander, how can Colonel Andreev personally lead the charge?" If he is injured or even killed in battle, the unit's chain of command will be affected."
Maybe Brushko has the characteristics of a crow's mouth. As soon as he finished speaking, Rudev looked through the telescope and saw a shell falling and exploding between Andreev and several soldiers. They were immediately covered in gunpowder smoke. engulfed. "Damn it!" Zholudev shouted, "Andreev seems to have been hit by artillery fire!"
"What, Colonel Andreyev was hit by artillery fire?" Brushko was shocked when he heard what Zoludev said. He quickly raised his telescope and looked at Andreyev's position, and then he looked After a long time, there was still no sign of the colonel. "Where is he? Why didn't I see him?"
Zholudev did not answer his words, but turned around and picked up the phone and said into the receiver, "I am Zholudev, the commander of the 117th Regiment Andreev was injured on the battlefield, you immediately sent a health worker to rescue him. "
The regiment leader was shelled on the battlefield, and the soldiers who followed the charge naturally saw it, and immediately the commander personally led people to come to the rescue. They found the bloody Andreev near a bomb crater and immediately carried him back. As for the attack, it was terminated because of Andreev's injury.
Ten minutes later, Andreev, lying on a stretcher, was carried to Zholudev's headquarters. The military doctor who had been on standby here immediately came forward and squatted in front of the stretcher to carefully check Andreev's injuries.
Seeing the military doctor squatting next to the stretcher and looking at it for a long time, but showing no signs of treating him, Ruolujiev asked angrily, "Comrade military doctor, what's wrong with you? Why don't you treat Colonel Andreev?"
The military doctor stood up, walked to Ruolu Jeff, shook his head, and said with a wry smile, "Comrade division commander, it's not that I don't want to treat him, it's because his injuries are too serious and I don't have the ability to save him."
Ruo Lujev grabbed the military doctor's shirt and said excitedly, "You haven't treated him yet, how do you know whether he can be saved?"
The military doctor did not struggle, but said calmly, "Comrade Commander, I have just carefully examined his injuries. Not only were his two legs broken, but his chest was also smashed to pieces by the shell. No matter how skilled the doctor is here, he will not be able to survive." There was no way to save his life.”
After hearing the military doctor's explanation, Zoludev loosened his shirt, squatted down next to Andreev's stretcher, held his subordinate's hand, and asked with a choked voice, "Comrade Andreev, what else do you have?" Are you talking?"
Andreyev, who was in a dying state, looked at Zholudev squatting next to him and opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something. But because his alveoli were flooded with blood, he couldn't make any sound at all. Instead, streams of blood came out of his mouth. He looked at this world for the last time with infinite nostalgia, tilted his head, and died.
The military doctor bent down, leaned close to Zholudev's ear, and whispered, "Comrade division commander, Colonel Andreyev has died."
"Ah, sacrificed!" Although he saw Andreev's eyes closed tightly, Zhorudev still could not accept the reality that his men had been sacrificed. He said excitedly, "You are talking nonsense. I just saw him and wanted to Talk. Military doctor, I order you to rescue him immediately and make sure to revive him."
Faced with Ruolu Jeff's irrational order, the military doctor felt extremely embarrassed. Just when he was hesitant about whether to make the final move, the division political commissar Shcherbina came in from outside the headquarters. He lowered his head and glanced at Andreev, who was lying on a stretcher and was no longer breathing, and then He said to the grieving Zholudev, "Comrade division commander, Colonel Andreyev has died. Please express your condolences!"
Among the several commanders of the Guards Division, the one who had the closest relationship with Zholudev was Colonel Andreyev. Unexpectedly, he became the first commander of the division to die. Ruolu Jeff just held the hands of his comrades that were getting colder, and looked at the face that was blackened by gunpowder smoke and covered with blood, and tears couldn't stop sliding down his face.
Faced with Ruolu Jeff's irrational order, the military doctor felt extremely embarrassed. Just when he was hesitant about whether to make the final move, the division political commissar Shcherbina came in from outside the headquarters. He lowered his head and glanced at Andreev, who was lying on a stretcher and was no longer breathing, and then He said to the grieving Zoludev, "Comrade division commander, Colonel Andreyev has died. Please express your condolences!"
Among the several commanders of the Guards Division, the one who had the closest relationship with Zholudev was Colonel Andreyev. Unexpectedly, he became the first commander of the division to die. Ruolu Jiefu just held the hands of his comrades that were getting colder, and looked at the face that was blackened by gunpowder smoke and covered with blood, and tears couldn't stop sliding down his face.
Among the several commanders of the Guards Division, the one who had the closest relationship with Zholudev was Colonel Andreyev. Unexpectedly, he became the first commander of the division to die. Ruolu Jiefu just held the hands of his comrades that were getting colder, and looked at the face that was blackened by gunpowder smoke and covered with blood, and tears couldn't stop sliding down his face.
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