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After only one round of rocket launches on the east coast, they were replaced with howitzers and cannons and continued to bombard the factory area of ​​the "Red October" factory. http://%77%77%77%2e%76%6f%64%74%77%2e%63%6f%6d←, a huge explosion cut through the silent winter night, accompanied by countless shells With the screaming sound of the air, this German army was completely covered by artillery fire, and the artillery shells poured out like heavy rain in the factory area on the north side of the factory.

Looking out from the binoculars, I saw that after each shell hits the ground, a deep pit within ten meters was formed in the center of the explosion point. If the Germans who happened to be in this center were blown to pieces, many of them were lucky enough to stay away from the explosion point. The German officers and soldiers did not escape the shrapnel flying around, and were cut to the ground in pieces. The entire camp has become a living hell. The German soldiers who have never been hit by such a violent artillery fire do not even know what to do. They can only run around like headless flies. Tanks and cars are constantly being destroyed by the roaring shells. , Was overturned by the air wave, and even the ammunition piled around was detonated by the shells, triggering a chain of explosions, causing more casualties to the German soldiers running around.

When the shelling was the fiercest, I suddenly felt someone slapped on my shoulder from behind. I quickly put down my binoculars and looked back. I saw Sergeikov standing behind me. He saw me turning around and hurriedly yelled. I got up, but I was a little deaf by the sound of the cannon, but I felt his voice seemed to be coming from a very distant place. I quickly turned my ears to my side, and it became clear that he was saying, "Comrade Commander, there are friendly soldiers outside. The commander is here, waiting for you in the opposite room."

Commander of friendly forces? What are they doing in my defense zone? With this question, I followed Sederikov and came to an empty room on the opposite side. There were three commanders with big brimmed hats standing near the windows. See me in the door. They hurriedly walked towards me.

Sederikov closed the door behind me. The explosion sound from outside suddenly became much quieter. With the help of the moonlight coming through the window, I could see the few people standing in front of me clearly, and asked in surprise, "Aren’t you Colonel Sokolov, the commander of the 45th Division? I wonder if you came to our division’s defense zone so late. do what?"

Sokolov heard me call out his name, took a step forward, raised his hand to salute me, and said: "Comrade General, Colonel Sokolov, the commander of the 45th Infantry Division, will report to you. The troops have come to cooperate with the independent division's actions. I am waiting for your order!"

"Oh, oh." I looked at the commanders in front of me at a loss, not knowing how to answer Sokolov's report in military language. I feel that they came too suddenly, because no one has told me that there will be friendly forces other than the artillery to cooperate with our actions.

Sokolov did not care about my indifferent attitude, but introduced me to the political workers standing beside him: "Comrade General, this is my deputy political division commander and regiment-level political commissar, Comrade Gramazda."

Gramazda heard Sokolov introducing him to me, and quickly stepped forward, raised his hand to salute me, and said with a smile: "Hello. Comrade General!"

I quickly raised my hand to give him a gift, and said in a flustered manner: "Hello. Comrade, regiment-level political commissar."

"Comrade commander, this commander is Captain Belfer, the 6th company commander from the 178th Regiment of the 122mm Artillery Howitzer." Sokolov pointed to the commander who was still standing still and introduced to me: " His artillery company is specially designed to provide artillery cover for our offensive."

After Sokolov's introduction, I asked wonderingly: "Comrade Colonel, I may ask, who ordered you to come here?"

Sokolov heard me say this, with a surprised expression on his face: "Comrade General, haven't you been notified?"

"What notice?" I asked puzzledly.

"Commander Cuikov intends to completely wipe out the enemies entrenched in the'Red October' factory area in today's offensive." Sokolov hurriedly repeated the superior's order to me: "He is afraid that you will not have enough troops. Therefore, it was temporarily decided to transfer my division to cooperate with your attack on the'Red October' factory area.

Since the artillery fire on the East Bank was ready to stop at any time, I didn’t care why I didn’t receive the notice, so I asked Sokolov straightforwardly: "Comrade Colonel, when we attack later, what are you going to do? hit?"

Sokolov turned his head and smiled at his political commissar and said, "Comrade political comrade, please bring me the map." Gramazda nodded and pulled out a rolled map from the map bag on his shoulder. Passed it to him. Sokolov took the map and looked around, then spread the map flat on the ground.

To ensure that we could see the map clearly on the ground, everyone avoided the side of the window so that they could see the map clearly with the moonlight coming in. But this is the case, I still feel a little struggling to read the words on the map clearly. Sokolov seemed to have discovered the problem and quickly ordered the artillery captain next to him: "Comrade Captain, borrow your flashlight and use it."

Hearing Sokolov's instructions, Bélifer quickly took off his backpack, took out a flashlight from it, and turned it on to illuminate us. Seeing that the text on the map became clear in the light, Sokolov squatted on the ground and explained to me the offensive route of the 45th Division: "Comrade General, we plan to break through the German defenses and rush into the factory. Divide into three paths and rush to the model workshop, classification workshop, and mechanic workshop occupied by the German army. After clearing the enemy inside, they enter the western part of the factory to complete the encirclement of the enemy."

My original idea was that after breaking through the German outer defenses, I would send a group to attack the area guarded by the 39th Division of Guards, and after meeting with them, I would turn around and wipe out the German army in the factory area. But now with the cooperation of the 45th Division, we have a greater confidence in encircling and destroying the German army in the Red October factory area.

In order to allow Sokolov’s troops to better cooperate with our division’s operations, I pointed to the map and explained my combat intentions to him: "Comrade Colonel, I plan to send a battalion of troops into the factory area after the preparations for artillery fire are over. , Quickly rushed over and joined forces of the 39th Guards Division, which was holding the position in the factory area. Then turned around to divide the German forces in the factory into several small pieces, and waited for dawn, under the cover of aircraft cannons. Cut them a little bit. Eat the ground. But with your cooperation. We can do both. While meeting the divisions, we will divide the troops to attack the workshops occupied by the Germans. Remember, if you can try to compress the Germans to the east of the factory, there is no solid Fortifications, we can easily defeat the enemy."

But after listening to my thoughts, Sokolov showed a worried expression on his face: "Comrade General, although our artillery fired the enemy out of the army, after all, they have an advantage in military strength. You only send a battalion to fight. The 39th Guards Division will join forces. Will the force be too thin?"

I understand why Sokolov is worried about our lack of strength. After repeated battles, many division-level units have only a few hundred people. According to his idea, one of my battalions is full of 100 people. So I smiled disapprovingly, and said lightly, "Don’t worry, comrade colonel. The battalion responsible for meeting with the friendly forces is currently full, with a total strength of 800. It is not too big to break through the German position. questionable."

"There are eight hundred people?" I said the number. It really shocked Sokolov and the others. Sokolov turned his head and said to his political commissar: "Comrade political commissar. There are so many people, almost equivalent to the strength of half of our division."

Hearing the sound of cannons outside became thinner, I raised my hand to look at my watch, and then asked Sokolov: "Comrade Colonel, where are your troops?"

"Comrade General, please come to me." Sokolov led me to the window, pointed to the outside, and said: "Look at me, my troops are hidden in the fortifications. As long as they give an order, they will immediately You can launch an offense."

With the help of the bright moonlight and the flames of the cannonball explosion in the distance, I saw the swaying steel helmets in the criss-cross trenches, and nodded with satisfaction: "Very well, as soon as the shelling stops, I will immediately order your troops. dash forward."

At this moment, I vaguely heard a noise coming from outside the door, and turned to ask Sederikov who was standing at the door: "Comrade Lieutenant Colonel, what happened outside?"

Sergeikov shook his head blankly, and then said: "Comrade Commander, I'll go out and have a look at once." After that, he turned around and opened the door and walked out.

Not long after, he walked in with a soldier from outside, closed the door and reported to me: "Comrade commander, this soldier came from the division headquarters and said that there was an order from the superior to be passed on. you."

"Take it over and show me." I ordered briefly.

I took the order from Sergeikov to turn around, and Captain Belifel next to me quickly illuminated me with a flashlight to make sure I could read the words on the paper clearly. The order was issued by Cuikov. He formally notified me that after the preparations for the night’s artillery fire were over, the 45th Infantry Division of Colonel Sokolov would cooperate with our attack.

After reading this order, I looked up and asked the soldier who sent the letter: "Comrade soldier, when did the political commissar ask you to send me this order?"

Hearing this question from me, the soldier lowered his head and said in shame: "Probably more than an hour ago."

"What, more than an hour ago?" When I heard this time, blood poured into my head. Fortunately, Cui Kefu just notified me that there are friendly forces to cooperate with us in the fight. If it is another order, will something be wrong soon? That’s why I spoke to this soldier with a harsh tone: "It takes up to ten minutes to get here from the division headquarters, but it took you more than an hour. Are you afraid that the order will not be delivered in time and the fighter will be missed?"

"Comrade Commander, please listen to my explanation." The soldier was so frightened that he hurriedly explained to me: "After I received the task, I was afraid of delaying things, so I ran all the way to this side. But because The road is unfamiliar and I ran in the wrong direction. When I discovered this mistake, I was already far away from here..."

"Okay, no need to say it." At this time, I didn't have time to listen to his explanation, so I told Sederikov: "Comrade Lieutenant Colonel, lock him up first, and then dispose of him after the battle is over." Sederikov agreed, grabbed the soldier's arm, ignored his pleading, and dragged him out.

About half an hour later, Bantai Leyev came to report to me that the artillery fire on the east coast had weakened and moved to another direction. After listening to Pantaiyev’s report, I told Sokolov: "Comrade Colonel, order your troops to attack."

Sokolov agreed loudly, then turned to Gramazda and said, "Go ahead, my comrade political comrade."

When Gramazda heard his instructions, he nodded, then walked quickly to the window, opened the holster and pulled out the gun, and fired a shot into the air. With the sound of his gun, a red flare rose into the air.

Seeing the offensive signal from the building, an earth-shattering shout suddenly came from outside the window: "Go ahead! Ulla!!!" At the same time, there was the sound of countless pairs of boots stepping on the snow. Hearing the movement from outside, I knew that it was the soldiers of the 45th Division that had begun the attack without looking at it.

Sokolov heard the movement outside, raised his hand to salute me, and asked politely: "Comrade General, allow me to command my troops?"

"Go ahead, Comrade Colonel." I raised my hand and paid him a salute.

After Sokolov and the others left, the artillery company commander walked up to me and said tactfully: "Comrade General, I have a request. My company's artillery is not towed by a vehicle. You need to send someone to help pull it."

"No problem, I will send a company of infantry to assist you later." I readily agreed to the captain's request.

The artillery captain just left ~www.wuxiaspot.com~Grams and a few others came over and asked me for instructions: "Comrade commander, the army's offensive has already begun. Will we follow along and cooperate with their military offensive? To launch a political offensive?"

"Yes, come with me." As I said, I took Yushchenko and Grams and the others out of the building, and followed the army's offensive route towards the factory area.

When I walked to the trench that existed not long ago, the thick gunpowder was mixed with a pungent smell of blood. You could see the stumps and pieces of meat on the ground, blood flowing into rivers, and rows of gunfire in the distance. Amid the roar of the explosion, the cries of the wounded soldiers who had not yet been lost rang out, and it seemed to have become a **** on earth.

Seeing his compatriots struggling on the verge of life and death, Grams felt a little unbearable, walked to my side, and suggested to me: "Comrade Commander, you see so many wounded soldiers, we can't just watch them die. I want to ask you to send medical staff to treat them. How much can be saved?"

I turned my head and glanced at Grams, then nodded and said, "Well, comrade Captain, this matter will be handled by you and Lieutenant Gretka." Then I said to Beckman standing nearby: "Captain, Follow me to the factory area. Maybe there are still many of your compatriots there, waiting for you to save their lives." (To be continued...)