Although the 15th Tank Corps was completely destroyed because of the commander's unauthorized actions, their assault still successfully disrupted the unified command of the German army, leaving the three German divisions fighting independently. Rybalko It was under this circumstance that, with tens of thousands of commanders and fighters, they successfully jumped out of the German encirclement.
After learning that Rybalko successfully jumped out of the German encirclement, Zhukov, who was far away in Lugansk, finally breathed a sigh of relief. He said to Sokov: "Misha, fortunately, the plan you proposed is effective. Let the tank army storm the town of Varki and drive the enemy's headquarters away from the town. As a result, the enemy lost its unity for a long time. command."
"But, Comrade General." Sokov said with regret: "If the commander of the 15th Tank Corps can resolutely obey General Rybalko's order after completing his mission and mobilize his troops northward in time, then our army will succeed The chances of a breakout will be higher.”
"It is already a great victory that tens of thousands of people can successfully break through." But Zhukov was obviously very satisfied with this situation. He said to Sokov: "If we don't take the initiative to attack Varki Town, I'm afraid we will hear this now. What arrived was the news of the complete destruction of the Rybalko Tank Army."
"By the way, I heard that you were training new recruits in the city recently." Zhukov asked curiously: "How is it? Are you satisfied with the performance of the new recruits?"
"Yes, Comrade General." Regardless of whether he is in the city or outside the city, all the troops near Luhansk are under his jurisdiction. Naturally, Sokov cannot say bad things about them. He can only say idealistically: "The performance is very good, even if Bullets flew over the soldiers' heads, and they did not become panicked."
When Sokov said this, he did not tell Zhukov that he had some recruits hide in the trenches behind the targets to experience the feeling of bullets flying overhead. If they act panicked and jump to run when bullets fly over their heads, they are in danger of being hit by the bullets.
"I have been staying here for a long time. It seems that even if the German army retakes Kharkov and Belgorod, I am afraid that they will not attack Lugansk in a short time." Zhukov said softly. He sighed and said: "The plane to take me back to Moscow is about to arrive in the afternoon. I want to say goodbye to you first, so as not to leave in a hurry and not see you."
Knowing that Zhukov was leaving, Sokov still felt very disappointed. He said with regret on his face: "Comrade General, this is such a pity. I have always wanted to fight the Germans under your command. But now it seems that my wish may not be realized."
"Don't worry, Misha." Zhukov waved his hand to Sokov and said: "According to my judgment, this war will last at least two years. Maybe one day I will be sent to the front line as a representative of the base camp. At this time, I will have the opportunity to command you to fight."
In the afternoon, the plane from Moscow landed in an open space not far from the headquarters.
The general who came to greet Zhukov immediately raised his hand in salute after seeing Zhukov and said excitedly: "Comrade Zhukov, please accept my congratulations."
"Congratulations?" Zhukov looked at the other party and asked in confusion: "General Bedikov, I don't understand. Is there anything worthy of your congratulations to me?"
"Before I set off, I just heard the news. You have been officially promoted to the rank of marshal." General Bedikov said excitedly: "Marshal Zhukov, please allow me to congratulate you."
Zhukov was officially promoted to marshal. Although it was almost two months later than in real history, he became a marshal of the Soviet Union. After all, this was something worth celebrating. Sokov quickly ordered someone to bring a bottle of vodka and fill it up for every commander present to celebrate Zhukov's promotion.
After Bedikov toasted Zhukov, he turned to Sokov, took out a document from his satchel, handed it to Sokov, and said with a smile: "Major General Sokov, this is your promotion order. At the same time, all the commanders and fighters of the former 41st Guards Division have been promoted to the first rank in recognition of your heroism and meritorious service in the battle to defend Stalingrad."
Sokov took the document from the opponent's hand and responded resoundingly in accordance with the order: "Serve the Soviet Motherland!"
"I have been staying here for a long time. It seems that even if the German army retakes Kharkov and Belgorod, I am afraid that they will not attack Lugansk in a short time." Zhukov said softly. He sighed and said: "The plane to take me back to Moscow is about to arrive in the afternoon. I want to say goodbye to you first, so as not to leave in a hurry and not see you."
Knowing that Zhukov was leaving, Sokov still felt very disappointed. He said with regret on his face: "Comrade General, this is such a pity. I have always wanted to fight the Germans under your command. But now it seems that my wish may not be realized."
"Don't worry, Misha." Zhukov waved his hand to Sokov and said: "According to my judgment, this war will last at least two years. Maybe one day I will be sent to the front line as a representative of the base camp. At this time, I will have the opportunity to command you to fight."
In the afternoon, the plane from Moscow landed in an open space not far from the headquarters.
The general who came to greet Zhukov immediately raised his hand in salute after seeing Zhukov and said excitedly: "Comrade Zhukov, please accept my congratulations."
"Congratulations?" Zhukov looked at the other party and asked in confusion: "General Bedikov, I don't understand. Is there anything worthy of your congratulations to me?"
"Before I set off, I just heard the news. You have been officially promoted to the rank of marshal." General Bedikov said excitedly: "Marshal Zhukov, please allow me to congratulate you."
Zhukov was officially promoted to marshal. Although it was almost two months later than in real history, he became a marshal of the Soviet Union. After all, this was something worth celebrating. Sokov quickly ordered someone to bring a bottle of vodka and fill it up for every commander present to celebrate Zhukov's promotion.
After Bedikov toasted Zhukov, he turned to Sokov, took out a document from his satchel, handed it to Sokov, and said with a smile: "Major General Sokov, this is your promotion order. At the same time, all the commanders and fighters of the former 41st Guards Division have been promoted to the first rank in recognition of your heroism and meritorious service in the battle to defend Stalingrad."
Sokov took the document from the opponent's hand and responded resoundingly in accordance with the order: "Serve the Soviet Motherland!"
