Red Moscow

After reporting to Rokossovsky and Chernyshov, Sokov tentatively asked: "Comrade Commander, Comrade Division Commander, allow me to return to the unnamed highland now?"

"Comrade Major," Chernyshov called Sokov's new military rank, and asked with a smile, "You come back once in a while, why don't you stay longer?"

"I'm worried that the Germans will suffer a big loss and will retaliate against the unnamed highland." Sokov quickly explained: "So I need to rush back immediately."

Rokossovsky nodded and said: "You just attacked the material transfer station of the German army last night, causing them to lose a lot of materials, and even a German general was fired because of this. It is very possible to retaliate against you Yes."

Sokov saluted the two in return, then turned and walked outside. After walking a few steps, he suddenly remembered an important matter, so he stopped. Seeing Sokov stop, Chernyshov asked curiously, "Major Sokov, do you have anything else to do?"

"Comrade Commander, I want a batch of military uniforms." Sokov replied, "Those soldiers who have just been rescued from the prisoner-of-war camps have long since worn out their clothes."

"Comrade Commander," Chernyshov did not immediately agree to Sokov's request, but turned his head and asked Rokossovsky: "Look, can you give Sokov a request from the army's logistics warehouse?" Major, they provide a batch of military uniforms?"

Rokossovsky thought for a while, and said: "Okay, I will ask the logistics department to provide you with a batch of military uniforms." After speaking, he took out a pen and paper, leaned over the table and quickly wrote a few lines, writing those A piece of paper was torn from the notebook and handed to Sokov, "Okay, you go to the logistics warehouse to get the military uniform."

Fortunately, Sokov came to Suhinich this time and brought a guard squad. After getting Rokossovsky's approval note, he immediately rushed to the logistics warehouse with his subordinates.

The gate of the logistics warehouse is heavily guarded, and the sentry must conduct a careful check of every vehicle entering and exiting. A second lieutenant standing at the door saw Sokov leading a few soldiers coming, and quickly stepped forward to block their way, saying politely: "Comrade Captain, this is an important warehouse, and idlers are not allowed to enter casually. "

Sokov smiled at the second lieutenant and said, "Comrade second lieutenant, I have an urgent matter to find the quartermaster. Can you let me in?"

"Which unit are you from?" Hearing that Sukov was looking for a quartermaster, the second lieutenant looked him up and down, and found that although the group of people wore Soviet uniforms, they were equipped with all German equipment. He took a step back, held the submachine gun hanging on his chest, pointed the muzzle at Sokov intentionally or unintentionally, and asked vigilantly, "What can I do with the quartermaster?"

Seeing that the second lieutenant was so vigilant, Sokov could only take out the approval note written by Rokossovsky and handed it over: "We are from the Istria battalion, and I am battalion commander Soko Major Husband, on the order of Comrade Commander, came here to collect supplies."

The second lieutenant rested his right index finger on the trigger, took the note from Sokov with his left hand, looked down, and saw Rokossovsky's flamboyant signature on it. Although the second lieutenant's rank is not high, but as an officer guarding the warehouse, he has seen Rokossovsky's signature many times, and this signature does not look fake at first glance.

After confirming that the other party had indeed come to the warehouse to collect the supplies under the order of the commander, the second lieutenant let go of the index finger holding the trigger, handed the receipt back to Sokov, and said with a smile: "Comrade commander, please follow me." Come on!" He turned around and took a few steps, seeing that not only Sokov but also soldiers from the guard squad followed, he stopped and said, "The warehouse is a heavy place, so many people can't go in, except the commander. Comrade, come in with me, and the rest of you should wait outside."

Seeing that the second lieutenant was so responsible, Sokov didn't want to embarrass him, so he said to the soldiers in the guard squad: "You guys stay outside."

The second lieutenant led Sokov into the gate, and when he walked towards the quartermaster's office, he couldn't help asking curiously: "Comrade commander, I would like to ask, why are you all equipped with German equipment?"

"Our battalion has never received any supplies from our superiors since it was established." Facing a curious baby like the second lieutenant, Sokov naturally wanted to satisfy his curiosity. Get weapons there to arm yourself."

The second lieutenant and Sokov talked and laughed, and came to a door with the sign of "Quartermaster's Office". The second lieutenant asked Sokov to wait for a while, then opened the door and walked in. As soon as the door was pushed open, Sokov heard someone yelling inside, as if he was getting angry at someone.

After a while, the second lieutenant came out and said to Sokov: "Comrade Commander, Comrade Quartermaster is inside. I want to return to the post, so you can go in by yourself." After speaking, he stood at attention, A salute to Sokov.

When Sokov walked into the office, he saw a middle-aged officer without a military cap and a red face, who was putting the microphone in his hand heavily on the base of the phone. Seeing the officer's actions, Sokov immediately guessed that the yelling just now was the officer getting angry at the person on the other end of the phone. When he saw the rank on the other party's collar, the lieutenant colonel quickly raised his hand and saluted and said: "Hello, Comrade Lieutenant Colonel, I'm here to collect supplies from you."

The quartermaster glanced at Sokov sideways, and asked impatiently: "Which unit are you from? What supplies do you want to receive? Do you have the signature of a commander above the division level?" He took out Rokossovsky's approval slip, held it in both hands and handed it to the other party.

The quartermaster snatched the approval slip from Sokov's hand and looked at it casually. He thought that this young officer wearing the rank of captain must have been sent by a division to collect supplies. He had to confirm the friendship between this division and himself first, so as to decide whether to distribute supplies to them.

Seeing Rokossovsky's signature on the approval slip, the quartermaster couldn't help being stunned. You must know that in the past, the people who came with the commander's approval slip were usually officers above the lieutenant colonel, but this time they came with the approval slip. The message came from a captain officer, who was trying to figure out what friendship there was between the captain and Rokossovsky. Then he asked tentatively: "Comrade Captain, I would like to ask, when did the commander give you this approval note?"

"About ten minutes ago, I was at the headquarters of the 11th Guards Division." Sokov said half-truthfully: "When I was reporting to the division commander, Comrade Commander happened to be there. He asked me what I had Difficulty, I said that the newly added soldiers lacked military uniforms, so he wrote me this note and asked me to come here to get the military uniforms."

"How many uniforms do you need?"

Sokov thought to himself, although only more than 600 people were added this time, there are still many fighters who were adapted from the guerrillas in the third company without formal uniforms. After silently counting the number, he replied: "Eight hundred sets! In addition to the military overcoat, there are pullovers, underwear, leather boots, belts..."

"Wait a minute." The quartermaster interrupted Sokov without waiting for him to finish, "Aren't you a battalion? How come there are so many people, more than an infantry regiment today."

"Our battalion now has thousands of people, responsible for a single combat direction."

"Four hundred sets." The quartermaster gave Sokov a blank look, and said reluctantly, "There are no more sets."

"Seven hundred sets!"

"Five hundred sets."

The quartermaster and Sokov were like hawkers in the vegetable market, haggling over the number of sets of military uniforms there, and finally the quartermaster reluctantly agreed to provide 600 sets of military uniforms.

After the quartermaster called to arrange for someone to load the vehicle, Sokov said to him again: "Comrade Lieutenant Colonel, I almost forgot, we also have a company of female soldiers there, can you provide them with soap?"

The quartermaster asked dissatisfiedly, "How many people are there?"

Although the number of female soldiers has been reduced several times, and now there are only less than fifty people left, Sokov still said cheekily: "There are eighty people. I know that your soap is in short supply here, so I don't want too much." , just give me eighty yuan."

"What? What did you say?" The quartermaster who had just sat down immediately jumped up from his seat after hearing Sokov's words, pointed at Sokov's nose, and said angrily, "Do you know, according to It is stipulated that the supply of soap is one piece for four people. There are eighty women in the female soldier company, and I will give you twenty yuan at most.”

"When I came, the commander said that because female soldiers are different from male soldiers, the supply of soap can't be based on the standard of four people." Sokov said without blushing: "He said it should be changed to three." The standard of two yuan per person will be distributed."

The quartermaster picked up the approval note on the table, read it carefully, and asked, "Why isn't it written on it?"

"When I was about to leave with the approval note, Comrade Commander thought of it on the spur of the moment." Sokov said, picked up the phone, and handed it to the quartermaster: "If you don't believe me, you can call him yourself. "

Sokov's lies frightened the quartermaster. He sighed and said helplessly, "Since it was said by Comrade Commander, then I will give you 40 yuan based on the standard of two people."

After Sokov took over the wooden box containing forty pieces of soap from the quartermaster, he suddenly remembered another thing: "By the way, Comrade Lieutenant Colonel, there is one more thing that I almost forgot."

"What, there is something else?" Hearing what Sokov said, the quartermaster was about to cry, and said angrily, "You might as well move all the supplies in the warehouse to your camp."

"Hehehe," Sokov laughed a few times, and said to the quartermaster: "Comrade Lieutenant Colonel, the situation is like this. Comrade Commander has promoted all the commanders in our battalion. For example, I was promoted As a major, but still wearing the rank of captain. So I want to receive a batch of ranks from you."

Hearing that Sokov only wanted the military rank, the quartermaster secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and said to himself, as much as you want, even if you want the military rank of a general, I can gift you a pair in friendship. So he readily agreed: "No problem, you give me an accurate number, and I will prepare it for you right away."

When the military uniforms were loaded, the quartermaster sent Sokov to the door like a plague god. When he saw the other party sitting on the truck pulling the military uniform, he smiled and waved, and said politely: "Major Sokov, you are welcome to come again!" Appeared in front of you!