Victor is in his forties and has worked in the warehouse area for nearly twenty years. After the Germans occupied Pavlish, he and a group of colleagues worked in the warehouse to help the Germans. Because of his seniority, rich work experience, and proficiency in German, he was appointed by the Germans as the supervisor of the warehouse, responsible for managing all workers in the warehouse.
Today he went out at seven o'clock as usual and walked towards the warehouse district.
When he arrived at the door of the warehouse area, he noticed something was wrong. In the past, there were only two soldiers standing guard, and the sandbag fortifications on both sides of the door were just a decoration. No soldiers were ever seen inside.
Today, not only did the number of soldiers standing guard at the door increase to eight, but there was also a machine gun set up in the sandbag fortifications on the left and right sides. There were three people standing behind each machine gun. It seemed that there were not only shooters, but also company officers. The shooters and ammunition handlers are also equipped.
Victor took off the hat on his head, put his hands on his abdomen, walked quickly to the sentry at the door, lowered his head to salute them, and then raised his arms, preparing to be searched.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, he unexpectedly heard the other party asking him: "Are you a worker in the warehouse?"
"Yes," Victor replied respectfully: "I am the supervisor of the warehouse area, and all the workers working here are under my management."
"Oh, you are the Russian supervisor in the warehouse area?"
Victor quickly glanced at the rank of the German soldier in question and replied respectfully: "Yes, Mr. Corporal. I am the Russian supervisor of this warehouse area."
"Since you are the Russian supervisor, come with me. My commander wants to talk to you." After the corporal finished speaking, he shook his head at Victor: "Come on, follow me to the warehouse office. "
Victor hurriedly agreed, put the peaked cap in his hand back on his head, followed the corporal with a bow, and walked towards the warehouse.
However, before entering the door, he quickly glanced at the soldiers standing guard from the corner of his eye. You must know that as the supervisor of the warehouse, he has to deal with the German soldiers guarding the warehouse every day, and he knows all of them. But now the dozen or so soldiers standing at the door were all strangers, and he didn't recognize any of them.
After discovering this situation, Victor instinctively frowned. He thought to himself: "Did the defenders in the warehouse area change their defenses after work last night?" When he thought of this, he couldn't help but start to worry. The garrison battalion commander valued himself more and made himself the supervisor of the warehouse. When the troops were transferred, the battalion commander specifically told the remaining platoon commander to take more care of him. If he really changes to a new unit, can he still keep his position?
In this way, Victor followed the corporal to the outside of the warehouse office building with an uneasy mood.
The situation outside the office building also surprised Victor. Because not only were sentries added at the door, but sandbags were piled on the roof, and two machine guns were added, making it look like a battle was about to begin.
Seeing this situation, Victor thought to himself: Could it be that our troops are coming to fight? With this conjecture, he tentatively asked the corporal leading the way: "Mr. Corporal, are you the newly transferred troops? I see that the defense in the warehouse seems to be much tighter than yesterday."
The corporal turned to look at him and said with a straight face: "Don't ask what you shouldn't ask. There are some things you shouldn't know."
The two came to the room where the garrison platoon leader worked every day. Victor saw several unfamiliar officers sitting inside. Each of them had a higher rank than the original garrison platoon leader. Seeing this, Victor became even more convinced that after get off work last night, the defenders in the warehouse area changed their defenses. The Germans he knew were all transferred away. Now all the defenders in the warehouse are new. I called here because I wanted to find out what was going on in the warehouse area.
After the corporal brought Victor into the room, he quickly walked to the major's side, leaned over and whispered a few words into his ear, then turned and left.
Victor, standing in the center of the room, quickly took off his hat again and bowed to the officers one by one.
"What's your name?" a captain suddenly asked.
Victor quickly faced the other party and replied humbly: "Mr. Captain, my name is Victor, and I am the supervisor of the warehouse area."
"Since you are the supervisor of the warehouse area, you must be very familiar with the situation in the warehouse." The captain who asked Victor the question was Narva. He continued: "Then tell us about the situation in the warehouse. Bar."
"What should I introduce?" Victor asked in confusion.
"For example, how many workers are there in the warehouse? How many warehouses are there, and what materials are stored in them?" Mikhailov interjected: "Also, how many vehicles are in and out of the warehouse every day?"
Regarding the question asked by Mikhailev, Victor answered skillfully: "Mr. Major, our warehouse area now has a total of 129 workers. Their job is to move the goods transported by the convoy into the warehouse every day; Or move the goods in the warehouse to the trucks that come to transport the goods.
There are 37 warehouses in the entire warehouse area, 11 of which store military supplies such as military uniforms and bedding; 1 medicine warehouse stores medicines for several divisions; 13 food warehouses store food for four The division needs food for a month; the remaining 12 warehouses are filled with weapons and ammunition..."
Having said this, Victor raised his head and glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, and continued: "Usually at half past eight, the convoys transporting supplies from other places enter through the south gate of the warehouse area. And the divisions that come to pull goods The convoy will enter the reservoir area from the north gate at around ten o'clock."
Victor is in his forties and has worked in the warehouse area for nearly twenty years. After the Germans occupied Pavlish, he and a group of colleagues worked in the warehouse to help the Germans. Because of his seniority, rich work experience, and proficiency in German, he was appointed by the Germans as the supervisor of the warehouse, responsible for managing all workers in the warehouse.
Today he went out at seven o'clock as usual and walked towards the warehouse district.
When he arrived at the door of the warehouse area, he noticed something was wrong. In the past, there were only two soldiers standing guard, and the sandbag fortifications on both sides of the door were just a decoration. No soldiers were ever seen inside.
Today, not only did the number of soldiers standing guard at the door increase to eight, but there was also a machine gun set up in the sandbag fortifications on the left and right sides. There were three people standing behind each machine gun. It seemed that there were not only shooters, but also company officers. The shooters and ammunition handlers are also equipped.
Victor took off the hat on his head, put his hands on his abdomen, walked quickly to the sentry at the door, lowered his head to salute them, and then raised his arms, preparing to be searched.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, he unexpectedly heard the other party asking him: "Are you a worker in the warehouse?"
"Yes," Victor replied respectfully: "I am the supervisor of the warehouse area, and all the workers working here are under my management."
"Oh, you are the Russian supervisor in the warehouse area?"
Victor quickly glanced at the rank of the German soldier in question and replied respectfully: "Yes, Mr. Corporal. I am the Russian supervisor of this warehouse area."
"Since you are the Russian supervisor, come with me. My commander wants to talk to you." After the corporal finished speaking, he shook his head at Victor: "Come on, follow me to the warehouse office. "
Victor hurriedly agreed, put the peaked cap in his hand back on his head, followed the corporal with a bow, and walked towards the warehouse.
However, before entering the door, he quickly glanced at the soldiers standing guard from the corner of his eye. You must know that as the supervisor of the warehouse, he has to deal with the German soldiers guarding the warehouse every day, and he knows all of them. But now the dozen or so soldiers standing at the door were all strangers, and he didn't recognize any of them.
After discovering this situation, Victor instinctively frowned. He thought to himself: "Did the defenders in the warehouse area change their defenses after work last night?" When he thought of this, he couldn't help but start to worry. The garrison battalion commander valued himself more and made himself the supervisor of the warehouse. When the troops were transferred, the battalion commander specifically told the remaining platoon commander to take more care of him. If he really changes to a new unit, can he still keep his position?
In this way, Victor followed the corporal to the outside of the warehouse office building with an uneasy mood.
The situation outside the office building also surprised Victor. Because not only were sentries added at the door, but sandbags were piled on the roof, and two machine guns were added, making it look like a battle was about to begin.
Seeing this situation, Victor thought to himself: Could it be that our troops are coming to fight? With this conjecture, he tentatively asked the corporal leading the way: "Mr. Corporal, are you the newly transferred troops? I see that the defense in the warehouse seems to be much tighter than yesterday."
The corporal turned to look at him and said with a straight face: "Don't ask what you shouldn't ask. There are some things you shouldn't know."
The two came to the room where the garrison platoon leader worked every day. Victor saw several unfamiliar officers sitting inside. Each of them had a higher rank than the original garrison platoon leader. Seeing this, Victor became even more convinced that after get off work last night, the defenders in the warehouse area changed their defenses. The Germans he knew were all transferred away. Now all the defenders in the warehouse are new. I called here because I wanted to find out what was going on in the warehouse area.
After the corporal brought Victor into the room, he quickly walked to the major's side, leaned over and whispered a few words into his ear, then turned and left.
Victor, standing in the center of the room, quickly took off his hat again and bowed to the officers one by one.
"What's your name?" a captain suddenly asked.
Victor quickly faced the other party and replied humbly: "Mr. Captain, my name is Victor, and I am the supervisor of the warehouse area."
"Since you are the supervisor of the warehouse area, you must be very familiar with the situation in the warehouse." The captain who asked Victor the question was Narva. He continued: "Then tell us about the situation in the warehouse. Bar."
"What should I introduce?" Victor asked in confusion.
"For example, how many workers are there in the warehouse? How many warehouses are there, and what materials are stored in them?" Mikhailov interjected: "Also, how many vehicles are in and out of the warehouse every day?"
Regarding the question asked by Mikhailev, Victor answered skillfully: "Mr. Major, our warehouse area now has a total of 129 workers. Their job is to move the goods transported by the convoy into the warehouse every day; Or move the goods in the warehouse to the trucks that come to transport the goods.
There are 37 warehouses in the entire warehouse area, 11 of which store military supplies such as military uniforms and bedding; 1 medicine warehouse stores medicines for several divisions; 13 food warehouses store food for four The division needs food for a month; the remaining 12 warehouses are filled with weapons and ammunition..."
Having said this, Victor raised his head and glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, and continued: "Usually at half past eight, the convoys transporting supplies from other places enter through the south gate of the warehouse area. And the divisions that come to pull goods The convoy will enter the reservoir area from the north gate at around ten o'clock."
Victor is in his forties and has worked in the warehouse area for nearly twenty years. After the Germans occupied Pavlish, he and a group of colleagues worked in the warehouse to help the Germans. Because of his seniority, rich work experience, and proficiency in German, he was appointed by the Germans as the supervisor of the warehouse, responsible for managing all workers in the warehouse.
Today he went out at seven o'clock as usual and walked towards the warehouse district.
When he arrived at the door of the warehouse area, he noticed something was wrong. In the past, there were only two soldiers standing guard, and the sandbag fortifications on both sides of the door were just a decoration. No soldiers were ever seen inside.
Today, not only did the number of soldiers standing guard at the door increase to eight, but there was also a machine gun set up in the sandbag fortifications on the left and right sides. There were three people standing behind each machine gun. It seemed that there were not only shooters, but also company officers. The shooters and ammunition handlers are also equipped.
Victor took off the hat on his head, put his hands on his abdomen, walked quickly to the sentry at the door, lowered his head to salute them, and then raised his arms, preparing to be searched.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, he unexpectedly heard the other party asking him: "Are you a worker in the warehouse?"
"Yes," Victor replied respectfully: "I am the supervisor of the warehouse area, and all the workers working here are under my management."
"Oh, you are the Russian supervisor in the warehouse area?"
Victor quickly glanced at the rank of the German soldier in question and replied respectfully: "Yes, Mr. Corporal. I am the Russian supervisor of this warehouse area."
"Since you are the Russian supervisor, come with me. My commander wants to talk to you." After the corporal finished speaking, he shook his head at Victor: "Come on, follow me to the warehouse office. "
However, before entering the door, he quickly glanced at the soldiers standing guard from the corner of his eye. You must know that as the supervisor of the warehouse, he has to deal with the German soldiers guarding the warehouse every day, and he knows all of them. But now the dozen or so soldiers standing at the door were all strangers, and he didn't recognize any of them.
After discovering this situation, Victor instinctively frowned. He thought to himself: "Did the defenders in the warehouse area change their defenses after work last night?" When he thought of this, he couldn't help but start to worry. The garrison battalion commander valued himself more and made himself the supervisor of the warehouse. When the troops were transferred, the battalion commander specifically told the remaining platoon commander to take more care of him. If he really changes to a new unit, can he still keep his position?
