Red Moscow

"Lieutenant Griza," Sokov asked, looking at the ignorant Griza, "Please tell me in detail what you have experienced."

Griza hesitated for a moment, and then began to say: "Since we received the order from the division commander to let us hide in Karachi, we entered the nearby forest. There, we encountered a small guerrilla group. They led and we went to their camp, . . . "

After listening to Grisa's brief introduction, Ivanov frowned and asked, "Comrade Lieutenant, I want to ask you, since Comrade Commander ordered you to lurk in Karachi, why did you return to Mamayev Post? "

"Comrade Deputy Division Commander," Grisa quickly turned his gaze to him when he heard Ivanov's question, "We have been carrying out the latent orders of the division commander. We know that the division commander appeared in our camp the evening before yesterday..." Speaking of which , He immediately realized that he had made a mistake, and quickly apologized to Sokov, saying, "I'm sorry, Comrade Master, I'm not talking about you, but the person who looks exactly like you."

"It's okay." Sokov waved his hand at Griza and said generously, "We all know who you're talking about, so go on."

Seeing that Sokov did not mean to blame himself, Griza went on to say: "The evening before yesterday, a false teacher and a person in blue tights appeared in our camp. He told me that the cold winter is about to Arriving, the camp of the guerrillas in the forest is too simple, if we continue to stay there, it is easy to cause a large number of non-combat attrition due to the cold climate.

I pointed out to him at the time that several roads leading to Mamayev Post were blocked by the Germans, and if we forced our way back, we would inevitably suffer heavy casualties. "

Hearing this, everyone knew that the main event was coming. You must know that the area from Karachi to Mamayev Gang had already been tightly blocked by the German army. impossible things. Ivanov once led his troops to withdraw from the Don River Basin into Stalingrad, and he had some understanding of the terrain in that area. He couldn't help asking curiously: "Comrade Lieutenant, when you passed through the enemy's blockade, what happened to the casualties of the troops?" Is it big?"

"With the help of the fake division commander and the mysterious person, we passed through the German defense line after another without any casualties." Griza replied, "It cannot be said that there were no casualties. The fake division commander was in yesterday's battle. He was injured once. The mysterious man asked us to find a place to hide, and he took the teacher to another place for treatment."

Hearing this, Sidolin slapped the table fiercely, and said excitedly: "That's right, that mysterious man brought a fake teacher here for treatment." Seeing that everyone's eyes were fixed on his own He realized that he had lost his composure, and quickly smiled awkwardly, and said to Griza, "Lieutenant Griza, continue."

"The Germans have strong fortifications in many areas, not to mention that we only have dozens of people, even if there are hundreds of people, without the cover of tanks and artillery, it is almost impossible to break through their positions. Griza continued: "However, in front of the fake teacher and the mysterious man, these strong fortifications are like a joke. Facing the frenzied machine guns, the mysterious man charged forward with his shield..."

"Wait a minute, you said the mysterious man charged up with a shield?" Hearing this, Sidolin couldn't help but interjected again. Seeing that Griza nodded in affirmation, he said in an unbelievable tone: " You know, this is not the Middle Ages, the enemy's machine gun bullets are not the bows and arrows of the past, no matter how strong the shield is, the bullets can penetrate it."

Griza replied with a wry smile: "Comrade Chief of Staff, I don't know what material the mysterious man's shield is made of. The enemy's bullets jingled on it, splashing a series of flames, but they still couldn't penetrate the shield. And After the mysterious man rushed into the enemy's position, he could use the shield as a weapon to attack the enemy, causing heavy losses to the enemy."

Regarding what Grisa said, except for Sokov who had seen similar scenes in Marvel movies and acted calmly, both Sidolin and Ivanov's eyes widened in surprise, because they Everything they heard has completely surpassed their cognition.

"Where's the fake teacher?" Sokov glanced at the two, then turned his gaze to Griza, and asked, "What was the mysterious man doing when he attacked the Germans?"

"He's not idle either." Griza replied: "While the mysterious man was attracting the enemy's firepower, the fake division commander was holding a Popov submachine gun and approaching the enemy from other places to shoot. He was wearing a The metal armor worn by assault sappers also seems to be invulnerable, and I have seen enemy bullets or shrapnel hit the armor on several occasions, but he did not suffer any injuries."

"Didn't you say that he was wounded in yesterday's battle?" Sidolin recalled that Griza had mentioned that the false commander was wounded, so he asked curiously: "Since the armor is invulnerable, how could he be wounded?"

"That's right, the armor is indeed invulnerable, but the limbs without the armor can't stop the enemy's bullets and shrapnel. In yesterday's battle, when the fake teacher assisted the mysterious man to blow up the enemy's tank, he was shot a few times first. , and then another shell exploded beside him, and he fell in a pool of blood."

"Lieutenant Grisa," Sokov asked tentatively, eager to know how the fake teacher recovered from the operation, "is his injury serious?"

"It looked serious at the time. I thought that even if sent to a rear hospital with good medical conditions, it would take at least two or three months to recover. Unexpectedly, a few hours ago, when the fake teacher reappeared in front of us, even though his hands and feet were all Bandaged, but moving freely. On the march, we even had to trot to catch up with him."

After Griza told the whole story, the three asked him some detailed questions one by one, and Griza answered them one by one. Seeing that Grisa couldn't ask any more questions, Sokov waved his hand at him and said, "Comrade lieutenant, you've worked hard, go down and rest first. But let me remind you, you and your subordinates have nothing to do with this matter." It must be kept strictly confidential and cannot be mentioned to anyone. Understand?"

"I understand, Comrade Commander." Griza nodded vigorously: "I will tell the soldiers to keep them secret." Others, probably no one would believe it. After raising his hand to salute the three, he turned and walked out of the headquarters.

"Two commanders, this is so bizarre." As soon as Grisa walked out of the room, Sidolin looked at Sokov and Ivanov and asked, "If I don't know Griza well, I know his If he is an honest person, he will think he is lying. No matter how strong a shield is, can it be compared to the armor of a tank, which can actually block bullets? Taking a step back, if that shield can really block bullets, then at least It weighs several hundred catties, can the mysterious man lift it up?"

"What Griza said is indeed a bit like a fantasy." Ivanov said thoughtfully: "When he was talking about it just now, I noticed a few details: First, the mysterious man's running speed is very fast. It only takes five or six seconds for a hundred meters, and it can almost catch up with a Mercedes-Benz car; secondly, the anti-tank grenades used by our soldiers can only throw a distance of twenty or thirty meters because of the amount of ammunition loaded. But Griza said that the mysterious man can throw seventy or eighty meters, and can accurately hit the enemy's tank. I feel that the mysterious man he mentioned is not a human being at all, but one of the Olympic gods. "

"Comrade deputy division commander, you missed a little bit." As soon as Ivanov finished speaking, Sidolin added: "Lieutenant Griza also said that the fake division commander was seriously injured yesterday, but he did not pass it. To be alive and kicking again in one day is just unbelievable."

Just when Sidolin and Ivanov questioned what Grisa said, Sokov was thinking about a series of questions: Judging from Grisa's narration, the mysterious man carrying the shield is undoubtedly The famous Captain Rogers. But why did he appear in this time and space? What was his purpose in coming to Stalingrad? Also, from which corner did that person who looked exactly like me emerge from?

Sokov raised his hand and pinched his face to confirm whether he was dreaming. Then the pain in the nerves of the brain was transmitted in an instant, making him understand that he was not dreaming. There was indeed Griza, who had just returned from Karachi, and told three people including himself an experience similar to the Arabian Nights. .

The phone on the desk rang, interrupting Sokov's contemplation, as well as the discussion between Sidolin and Ivanov. Sidolin picked up the phone and said into the receiver: "I am Lieutenant Colonel Sidolin, Chief of Staff! ... Hello, Comrade Commander, yes, the division commander is by my side, and I will let him answer the phone immediately. "

Sokov took the phone from Sidolin and said respectfully, "Hello, Comrade Commander, I'm Sokov. What instructions do you have?"

"The chief of staff just gave me a telegram sent back by scouts, saying that they found your squad behind enemy lines. They even almost fought each other." Chuikov asked in a reproachful tone on the phone: " Colonel Sokov, why didn't you report to me in time about sending troops to the enemy's rear?"

Chuikov's words made Sokov very depressed when he arrived. He said that he didn't intend to launch a large-scale attack on the enemy. He just sent five small teams, and he could make decisions on his own. There was no need to report to his superiors. However, in order not to irritate Chuikov, he still said respectfully: "Comrade Commander, we just sent five teams of 20 people to the enemy's rear to destroy the enemy's communication and communication lines, and harass their headquarters, barracks and Warehouses, etc., disrupt the enemy's deployment through these actions, so that they can't concentrate on launching a full-scale attack on us. Because the troops sent are too small, I didn't think to report to you."

Sokov's answer was impeccable, making it impossible for Chuikov to say what he had prepared long ago. After a long while, Chuikov said, "Colonel Sokov, the Germans are attacking Mamayev's post very aggressively today. How about it? Do you have the confidence to hold it?"

If someone else heard Chuikov's question, they would definitely answer without hesitation, saying that we will definitely defend Mamayev's post and will never take a step back. But Sokov would not answer that way. What he considered was that with his existing weapons and equipment, it would not be a big problem to defend Mamayev Post, but the casualties of the troops would inevitably be heavy, so it was necessary to raise conditions to his superiors. get their support.

"Comrade Commander, although we successfully repelled the enemy's attack today, the troops suffered heavy casualties." Sokov said into the microphone: "If the fight continues like this, it won't be long before Mamayev Gang The troops will be exhausted. Therefore, I hope to get the support of my superiors."

"Support, what support?" During these two days, what Cuikov heard the most was the requests from the commanders of the divisions for reinforcements, hoping to get a large number of soldiers to supplement the severely reduced troops. Hearing Sokov say the same at this moment, he immediately said vigilantly: "I don't have any reserve team in hand."

"Comrade Commander, what I want is not the reserve." Seeing that Chuikov misunderstood himself, Sokov quickly explained: "I hope to obtain your authorization to use the artillery deployed on the east bank when necessary." , to intercept those German troops attacking Mamayev Gang.”

Hearing that Sokov's request was only for the artillery deployed on the east bank to provide artillery support, Cuikov couldn't help but secretly heaved a sigh of relief. He knew that the rocket artillery battalion hidden in the cliff on the river bank had exhausted all the rockets in stock and could not provide any artillery support for the troops in the city. The only thing he could count on now was the artillery deployed on the east bank.

Thinking of this, Chuikov said straightforwardly: "Okay, Colonel Sokov, I will call the artillery commander immediately and pass on your request to him. When you need artillery support in the future, you only need to call General Khogarsky. One phone call and he'll provide you with artillery support from an artillery regiment."

According to Sokov's thinking, as long as the hundreds of artillery on the east bank can cooperate with him, no matter how many troops the enemy comes in, it only takes one shell to blow them up. But when he heard that Cuikov only planned to let an artillery regiment cooperate with him at this time, he was somewhat disappointed.

Hearing Sokov's delay in speaking, Chuikov guessed that he must be dissatisfied with his decision, so he added: "If you don't want it, I won't call General Khogarsky."

"An artillery regiment is just an artillery regiment." Sokov thought that it would be okay without fish and shrimp. Having an artillery regiment is better than no artillery support, so he quickly said into the microphone: "With the support of artillery, I will have more Make sure to hold Mamayev Post."