"What, from the 198th Infantry Division?" The lieutenant was stunned after hearing what the corporal said: "Aren't they deployed in Cherkasy? How could they appear here?"
The lieutenant threw away the cigarette in his hand and asked the corporal with a straight face: "Corporal, are they marching in a car or on foot?"
"March on foot." The corporal replied without thinking: "They don't even have a motorcycle. I saw that even the officer leading the team was walking."
"Something's wrong." Knowing that this unit arrived here on foot, the lieutenant realized that there must be something wrong with the other party, and quickly asked the corporal vigilantly: "Where is their commander?"
"It should be in the village."
The lieutenant took out his pistol from the holster and said to the corporal: "Take me over quickly." Then he shouted to the soldiers following him: "Follow me!"
The suspicion of the German lieutenant was justified. A unit that was supposed to be stationed in Cherkasy now appeared near Pavlish, more than a hundred roads away, late at night. This was inherently questionable. If the troops were really mobilized, even if they did not take trains, they should be transported by cars or armored vehicles, but they were all infantry marching on foot.
The lieutenant led his men and followed the German corporal into the village, just to find out what happened to the officer leading the team. His starting point was good, but the method he adopted was wrong. There were only a dozen people around him, and even including the soldiers standing guard at the entrance of the village, there were only about twenty people. Without sending anyone back to report the news, he Rushing into a village where four to five hundred people are stationed, trying to find out the truth of the matter, isn't this a sheep entering a tiger's mouth?
Everything that happened at the entrance of the village was witnessed by a company of soldiers lurking nearby. Seeing the German lieutenant leading his men into the village, he quickly reported to the company commander, Captain Narva.
Knowing that the German army seemed to be aware of it and was about to break into the village to see what happened, Narva realized the seriousness of the problem. While sending someone to report to Captain Mikhailev, Narva personally led a dozen soldiers to greet them.
Not far away, he saw the German lieutenant coming towards him. After Narva whispered to the soldiers he brought with him to get ready for battle, he raised his hand to stop him: "Stop! Which part of the country are you from? Come here." What are you doing here?"
"We are from the garrison headquarters," the German lieutenant said arrogantly: "Which section are you from?"
"We are from the 198th Infantry Division and were ordered to come to Pavlish to take over the defense."
"Mr. Captain, you said you are from the 198th Infantry Division. Please show your ID."
Fortunately, Narva and others have performed disguise missions behind enemy lines many times, and they always carry forged documents with them. At this moment, seeing that the German lieutenant wanted to check his ID, he took out his military ID card from his pocket and handed it over.
The lieutenant took the certificate from Narva with one hand and coughed slightly. A soldier next to him immediately turned on a flashlight to help him illuminate. With the help of the light of a flashlight, the lieutenant carefully checked the content on the document, and then compared the photo above with the photo of Narva in front of him. After feeling that the two matched perfectly, he handed the document back to Narva.
He put the pistol back into its holster, looked at Narva and asked: "Mr. Captain, since you are coming to Pavlish to take over the defense, why don't you take a train or a truck?"
"Actually, when we set off from Cherkasy, there were dozens of trucks transporting us." Seeing that the German lieutenant's suspicion of him had weakened, Narva used the pre-prepared rhetoric to excuse him: "But after In the Chigirin area, the road there was cut off by Russia, so we had to abandon the truck and march on foot to come to Pavlish to take over the defense."
Although the German lieutenant put away his pistol, he still had doubts in his heart. He must know that troops in this area were continuously rushing to the Chigilin area to prevent the Soviet army from setting off from the landing site to attack Cherkasy. Under such circumstances, how could it be possible to mobilize troops from Cherkasy and travel so far to take over the defense? No matter how you think about it, there are flaws everywhere.
He thought about it in his mind for a while, and felt that when he checked his ID, he seemed not to see the other party's deployment order, so he quickly asked: "Mr. Captain, can you show me your deployment order?"
"Lieutenant," Narva saw that the German lieutenant still had doubts about him, so he lowered his face and said, "Didn't you see my ID just now? Do you still have doubts about our troops appearing here?"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Captain." Seeing Narva showing signs of getting angry, the lieutenant quickly said with a smile: "I did check your ID just now, and there is no problem at all. But when a unit like yours appears near the city, we As a unit directly under the Garrison Headquarters, it is also our responsibility to check your deployment orders, so please cooperate with us."
"Lieutenant, to tell you the truth, I don't have any defense orders on my body." As soon as Narva finished speaking, he saw the expression of the German lieutenant change, and quickly added: "You also know, I am just a captain. The command is just one company. If you look at the troops in the village, there is more than one company here."
Before entering the village, the German lieutenant learned from the corporal that there were five to six hundred troops entering the village, which was almost equivalent to a battalion-level organization. Since the captain in front of him did not have a defense order, it might be in the hands of a higher-ranking commander. Thinking of this, he quickly asked: "Mr. Captain, I wonder where your superior is now?"
"Don't be anxious, Lieutenant." Narva noticed from the corner of his eye that many commanders and soldiers were surrounding him from all directions, and he knew in his heart that this must be an arrangement made by Mikhailev after getting the news. Considering that there were a large number of German troops passing by on the road outside the village, if the shots were fired rashly, the enemy might be alerted. Then a large number of German troops would pour into the village, and the consequences would be disastrous. Therefore, he had to find a way to stabilize the opponent and try to deal with this group of German soldiers without using his gun: "I have already ordered to ask for the major. I believe he will be here soon."
"Captain Ernst," a voice came from behind Narva at this time: "What exactly happened here?"
Ernst was Narva's pseudonym. When he heard this voice, he knew that Mikhailev was coming, so he said to the German lieutenant: "Lieutenant, our major is here. If you need anything, you can directly Talk to him."
Narva turned around and saw Mikhail approaching surrounded by a dozen soldiers. Still more than ten steps away, he raised his hand in salute and said in fluent German: "Mr. Major, there is a lieutenant from the garrison headquarters here who wants to check the deployment order of our battalion."
Mikhailev came to the German lieutenant, looked him up and down, and said: "Lieutenant, are you an officer from the garrison headquarters?"
"Yes."
"You want to check our deployment order?"
"Yes, Mr. Major." When the lieutenant saw that a major appeared in front of him, his attitude became respectful: "This is a necessary procedure, please understand."
"What, from the 198th Infantry Division?" The lieutenant was stunned after hearing what the corporal said: "Aren't they deployed in Cherkasy? How could they appear here?"
The lieutenant threw away the cigarette in his hand and asked the corporal with a straight face: "Corporal, are they marching in a car or on foot?"
"March on foot." The corporal replied without thinking: "They don't even have a motorcycle. I saw that even the officer leading the team was walking."
"Something's wrong." Knowing that this unit arrived here on foot, the lieutenant realized that there must be something wrong with the other party, and quickly asked the corporal vigilantly: "Where is their commander?"
"It should be in the village."
The lieutenant took out his pistol from the holster and said to the corporal: "Take me over quickly." Then he shouted to the soldiers following him: "Follow me!"
The suspicion of the German lieutenant was justified. A unit that was supposed to be stationed in Cherkasy now appeared near Pavlish, more than a hundred roads away, late at night. This was inherently questionable. If the troops were really mobilized, even if they did not take trains, they should be transported by cars or armored vehicles, but they were all infantry marching on foot.
The lieutenant led his men and followed the German corporal into the village, just to find out what happened to the officer leading the team. His starting point was good, but the method he adopted was wrong. There were only a dozen people around him, and even including the soldiers standing guard at the entrance of the village, there were only about twenty people. Without sending anyone back to report the news, he Rushing into a village where four to five hundred people are stationed, trying to find out the truth of the matter, isn't this a sheep entering a tiger's mouth?
Everything that happened at the entrance of the village was witnessed by a company of soldiers lurking nearby. Seeing the German lieutenant leading his men into the village, he quickly reported to the company commander, Captain Narva.
Knowing that the German army seemed to be aware of it and was about to break into the village to see what happened, Narva realized the seriousness of the problem. While sending someone to report to Captain Mikhailev, Narva personally led a dozen soldiers to greet them.
Not far away, he saw the German lieutenant coming towards him. After Narva whispered to the soldiers he brought with him to get ready for battle, he raised his hand to stop him: "Stop! Which part of the country are you from? Come here." What are you doing here?"
"We are from the garrison headquarters," the German lieutenant said arrogantly: "Which section are you from?"
"We are from the 198th Infantry Division and were ordered to come to Pavlish to take over the defense."
"Mr. Captain, you said you are from the 198th Infantry Division. Please show your ID."
Fortunately, Narva and others have performed disguise missions behind enemy lines many times, and they always carry forged documents with them. At this moment, seeing that the German lieutenant wanted to check his ID, he took out his military ID card from his pocket and handed it over.
The lieutenant took the certificate from Narva with one hand and coughed slightly. A soldier next to him immediately turned on a flashlight to help him illuminate. With the help of the light of a flashlight, the lieutenant carefully checked the content on the document, and then compared the photo above with the photo of Narva in front of him. After feeling that the two matched perfectly, he handed the document back to Narva.
He put the pistol back into its holster, looked at Narva and asked: "Mr. Captain, since you are coming to Pavlish to take over the defense, why don't you take a train or a truck?"
"Actually, when we set off from Cherkasy, there were dozens of trucks transporting us." Seeing that the German lieutenant's suspicion of him had weakened, Narva used the pre-prepared rhetoric to excuse him: "But after In the Chigirin area, the road there was cut off by Russia, so we had to abandon the truck and march on foot to come to Pavlish to take over the defense."
Although the German lieutenant put away his pistol, he still had doubts in his heart. He must know that troops in this area were continuously rushing to the Chigilin area to prevent the Soviet army from setting off from the landing site to attack Cherkasy. Under such circumstances, how could it be possible to mobilize troops from Cherkasy and travel so far to take over the defense? No matter how you think about it, there are flaws everywhere.
He thought about it in his mind for a while, and felt that when he checked his ID, he seemed not to see the other party's deployment order, so he quickly asked: "Mr. Captain, can you show me your deployment order?"
"Lieutenant," Narva saw that the German lieutenant still had doubts about him, so he lowered his face and said, "Didn't you see my ID just now? Do you still have doubts about our troops appearing here?"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Captain." Seeing Narva showing signs of getting angry, the lieutenant quickly said with a smile: "I did check your ID just now, and there is no problem at all. But when a unit like yours appears near the city, we As a unit directly under the Garrison Headquarters, it is also our responsibility to check your deployment orders, so please cooperate with us."
"Lieutenant, to tell you the truth, I don't have any defense orders on my body." As soon as Narva finished speaking, he saw the expression of the German lieutenant change, and quickly added: "You also know, I am just a captain. The command is just one company. If you look at the troops in the village, there is more than one company here."
Before entering the village, the German lieutenant learned from the corporal that there were five to six hundred troops entering the village, which was almost equivalent to a battalion-level organization. Since the captain in front of him did not have a defense order, it might be in the hands of a higher-ranking commander. Thinking of this, he quickly asked: "Mr. Captain, I wonder where your superior is now?"
"Don't be anxious, Lieutenant." Narva noticed from the corner of his eye that many commanders and soldiers were surrounding him from all directions, and he knew in his heart that this must be an arrangement made by Mikhailev after getting the news. Considering that there were a large number of German troops passing by on the road outside the village, if the shots were fired rashly, the enemy might be alerted. Then a large number of German troops would pour into the village, and the consequences would be disastrous. Therefore, he had to find a way to stabilize the opponent and try to deal with this group of German soldiers without using his gun: "I have already ordered the major to be summoned. I believe he will be here soon."
"Captain Ernst," a voice came from behind Narva at this time: "What exactly happened here?"
Ernst was Narva's pseudonym. When he heard this voice, he knew that it was Mikhailov who was coming, so he said to the German lieutenant: "Lieutenant, our major is here. If you need anything, you can directly Talk to him."
Narva turned around and saw Mikhail approaching surrounded by a dozen soldiers. Still more than ten steps away, he raised his hand in salute and said in fluent German: "Mr. Major, there is a lieutenant from the garrison headquarters here who wants to check the deployment order of our battalion."
