USSR 1941

On the way back to the barracks, Major Gavrilov asked, "You don't like this counterattack either, do you?"

"Yes, Comrade Major!" Shulka replied: "It is very likely that it will destroy our preparations, all preparations... Even if this plan wins, it will disrupt the Germans as the colonel said. Deploying or delaying their attack on the second line of defense, but that may only be a few days. But our loss may be all mobile forces and reserves. At that time, not only will we not be able to conduct mobile defense, Even the weakness of the entire defense line is placed in front of the enemy, and the enemy is powerless to make a plan to break through!"

"So!" said Major Gavrilov, "now that you know this, you should know what to do!"

"What?"

"Find a way, Shulka!" said Major Gavrilov. "I know you've got a way!"

"But this is an order from the superior..."

"Anyway!" Major Gavrilov interrupted Shulka: "Let me know when you think of a way, it's up to you!"

As he said that, Major Gavrilov patted Shulka on the shoulder and left, leaving Shulka alone in a daze.

Back at the barracks... In fact, they were just temporary shelters from the wind and rain. They were also painted white, and they looked like small snow mountains at first glance in the night.

Of course, the instructors knew the news of the counteroffensive first, and the political workers always knew this earlier, because only in this way could they "guide" the frontline commanders to move in the right direction.

"I want to know what you think?" the instructor asked Shulka bluntly.

"A very good plan, instructor!" Shulka said in a half-joking tone: "We are going to start a counterattack!"

"Don't tell me that!" said the instructor, "I want to know if we can win this battle!"

Shulka was silent for a while, and he could see that the instructor was serious... As long as he knew a little military common sense, he knew that this should not be done at this time. The counterattack plan was full of loopholes and he went into battle hastily.

But the instructor knows more about ideological work than military common sense.

"Victory?" Shulka said. "Maybe we will, because the Germans didn't think we were so stupid.

A counterattack will be launched under such circumstances...so this will catch them off guard, and we have the advantage in this direction! "

"What do you mean by being so stupid?" the instructor asked again.

"Because the victories achieved are meaningless!" Shulka said: "Our victory will form a salient on the defense line. At the same time, the Germans react quickly, and they will quickly gather much more than ours. troops, and then divide and encircle our salient from the line of defense!"

The instructor nodded silently, and then replied: "General Zhukov doesn't agree with this plan either, but..."

This was within Shulka's expectations, and it was impossible for Zhukov to formulate such a suicide-like battle plan.

At the same time, it is not difficult for Shulka to guess that the only one who can make Zhukov helpless is Stalin.

This is like the defense of Kiev. Everyone thinks that Kyiv should be abandoned, but the Supreme Command insists on not withdrawing. In the end, it directly led to the siege of Kyiv and the capture of more than 600,000 people.

Of course, this is what happened in history.

But even if the appearance of Shulka did not make all this happen, Kyiv is still in danger, or it can be said that the command of the Supreme Command is proved to be wrong... They are more inclined to their own subjective wishes and pay more attention to spiritual victory. Some basic laws of the battlefield ignore objective reality.

They should have learned their lesson and realized that, but they didn't.

"Then you should have prepared earlier, Comrade Shulka!" said the instructor.

"What?"

"Prepare early!" said the instructor, "Think about how to face such an unfavorable situation!"

Shulka spread his hands helplessly, everyone was counting on him to come up with a solution... The best way is not to launch this so-called "counterattack".

But of course this is not within Shulka's control.

So, early the next morning, Shulka and others were ordered to prepare for battle.

At this time, it was still dark, and the mechanics had completed the last overhaul of the tanks, and the infantry were assigned to the tanks in groups and were ready to charge. There were even civilians digging trenches on the front line of defense, and they were all fighting against each other. The troops lined up for the attack behind them cast curious eyes... They also seemed puzzled by the Soviet counterattack.

At this time, Shulka heard the actor in front of him shout in surprise and joy: "Shuerka, Comrade Company Commander, Comrade Company Commander!"

"What's the situation?" Shulka was a little annoyed.

Although the actor is his friend and fellow countryman, but now he is about to attack, the actor should not add trouble at this time.

"Come here!" said the actor.

Shulka was going to refuse, but the actor ran up, grabbed Shulka without any explanation, and dragged him forward.

In the trench, two muddy civilians were waiting. When they saw Shulka, they were too excited to speak.

"Shurka, it's really you, it's really you!"

One of the women hugged Shuerka so excitedly that she shed tears, choked up in her mouth and mumbled, "Shuerka, my child, I didn't expect to see you here..."

"child?"

Shuerka didn't dare to speak, and turned his eyes to the actor. Seeing the actor nodded heavily, Shuerka knew that the two people in front of him were his parents.

Shulka didn't know what to say for a moment. He thought about meeting them, but not on such an occasion.

"Why are you here?" Shulka asked.

"We're building trenches here!" Father patted Shulka on the shoulder and said, "Shuerka, we've all heard about you. They say you've made meritorious service on the battlefield and are a hero... You are proud! So, as parents of heroes, we cannot shame you!"

After a pause, the father added: "Actually, your mother has always wanted to meet you on the battlefield. I told her it was impossible. We have too many troops. You know, it is almost impossible to meet... ...didn't think I was wrong!"

"Shuerka, let me see you..." The mother held Shulka's face with tears in her hands, and then suddenly laughed: "You have grown up, Shulka, I can hardly recognize you!"

"Mother!"

For some reason, Shulka also felt uncomfortable, with a sore nose, and then naturally yelled.

At this time, a shout from the instructor came from behind.

Shulka could only say: "I'm going to battle, mother, father... don't worry about me!"

"You're fine, we know!"

This is a sentence that Shulka vaguely heard before the sound of the tank "rumbling".

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