The Pripet River is not wide, and many of the waters are even less deep. Yang Mingzhi still remembers the scene when the army crossed the river last year, when everyone rolled up their trouser legs and waded across the river. It's just that the river mud is thick, and when it really goes into the water, the actual water is waist-deep.

At that time, I was wading through the water with my wife on my back, and I made my pants muddy, but she was in good shape.

Now such low-level mistakes are no longer possible, and a pontoon bridge has been laid over the river.

The fishing boats were cobbled together with thick hemp ropes, which were washed into a crescent shape by the current, and thick planks were laid on them. A visual inspection shows that the pontoon bridge is nearly 100 meters long, and more than 2,000 people have passed through this river full of silt, so they don't have to worry about wet shoes at all.

The militia guarding here has been waiting here since the pontoon bridge was completed yesterday, and they camped here for dinner, just to wait for the passage of the army today, and after it passed, the pontoon bridge was turned into a small boat by the Soviet army, and the militia became fishermen shuttling between the swampy rivers in an instant.

The officers and men of the whole army assembled in front of the pontoon bridge, and Yang Mingzhi looked at his watch, and the time was past 9 o'clock in the morning.

Peroniski, who had been following the commander as a guide for the operation, said with some concern: "This time we are moving slowly, if we can get here just after the sun rises, the fastest, we will arrive at the railway before dark." ”

"Yes! We have another fifty kilometers to travel through the river! It's a huge test for all! Yang Mingzhi couldn't help but stroke his bag, because he was an officer, he couldn't carry too many supplies, such as a firearm and only a pistol pinned to his waist.

The troops can't grind anymore!

Yang Mingzhi stood at the head of the bridge, ignoring the villagers who were watching the spectacular scene, raised his right arm and pointed due west, and shouted: "Comrades! Now, we're going to cross the Pripet River! The veterans all know the route of our retreat into the swamp! That's right, this is the road, we crossed the river and hit back the same way! Listen to my orders and set off in groups! Paratrooper battalion! Be the first to act! ”

Several platoon commanders in Balzen's unit were the original soldiers of the 284th Division, and like Yang Mingzhi, they knew very well that this crossing of the river had great spiritual significance.

The standard-bearers held the red flag high, and the procession crossed the pontoon bridge in two columns, and began to think about the edge of the marsh.

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There are a large number of rivers on both sides of the Pripet, and in winter these spur rivers and even the main channel are frozen in ice. When spring arrives, mud becomes the biggest feature of the area.

Yang Mingzhi took it for granted that he knew the area inside out, until he had to face the mud all over the ground again.

Almost all of them, including himself, had their leggings black, and people had to fumble through the mud, and even if the mud in some areas was knee-deep, the march could not be stopped.

"Damn it! There wasn't so much mud here this time last year! What's going on today? Yang Mingzhi grumbled.

Peroniski, for his part, gave a reasonable explanation, that it had rained for several days twenty days ago, and that the environment here had changed dramatically.

He made a lot of sense, Yang Mingzhi pondered, that is, the location of the blacksmith village was relatively far from the river, and its ground was quite dry.

What Yang Mingzhi was most worried about was that the mud delayed the march of the troops. It is also ironic that seven years ago, the Chinese Red Army faced a similar dilemma when it crossed the Maoergai Meadow, and today, the Soviet Red Army led by himself has also tasted it!

The troops tossed in the mud until two o'clock in the afternoon, and the plan of the soldiers was already impossible! Fortunately, according to the plan, the troops should reach the first target by the second day after the operation at the latest, but the first day of the march will not go far.

Out of the mud, the army entered the forest area. A large number of woods are lined up one by one, and the forests are large and small plains, and there are also a large number of puddles dotted around. Belarus is known as the land of a thousand lakes, which refers to such environmental features.

It is precisely because of this that there is only one kettle in the soldier's bag. No one is worried about not being able to drink water, where drinking water is as simple as breathing.

For many soldiers, in the past, they just filled the kettle by the stream and hugged tons and tons, and they had no scruples about whether they would get sick.

Yang Mingzhi didn't dare to take risks, so the 284th Division could add the order that "hot water must be drunk in field camps".

As the sun set, more than 2,000 men set up camp in the forest, and according to custom, the soldiers first prepared a ring defense, with heavy donkeys and non-combatants in the center of the circle, which was also the headquarters of the headquarters.

A large number of bonfires have been lit in the camp, and no one will worry about them being exposed because of the cover of a large number of broad-leaved birch forests. The soldiers were exhausted, and even then no one really wanted to be sloppy. The pond near the camp has become a natural washbasin where people's mud-stained shoes and pants are washed.

After the soldiers had set up their huts, they formed a circle around the bonfire, and relied on the flames to bake their washed clothes and heat their lunch boxes.

Among the soldiers were lazy men, who mixed the milk powder in their pockets with the biscuit powder, mixed it with water, and made a bowl of sticky paste. It's a bit like oatmeal, and it does taste like it takes people to heaven. This kind of eating spread almost all over the camp by the way, so that the fragrant smell miraculously covered the earthy smell.

Because of exhaustion, but also because of the temptation of food, the soldiers' spirits were lifted up and devoured.

Yang Mingzhi did not have such elegance, he called all the battalion commanders to his side and held a military meeting.

"Comrades! We have suffered a small setback in the action that began today! That damn mud delayed us for nearly five hours, and that's not the worst of all, I've already marked the route of our march on the map. It took us five hours to trek five kilometres!

According to the original plan, our army will march no less than 50 kilometers today, and we have only completed 30 kilometers so far! Even if we walked at night, we couldn't reach our destination.

Therefore, the attack was scheduled for tomorrow morning, and it had to be delayed!

Now let's talk about what you think. ”

The paratrooper battalion commanders, Rychev and Bondanov, remained silent, even though they were bitter in their hearts.

The scene was silent for a while, and Balzen said with a big grin: "According to the plan, there are only twenty kilometers left!" What is this distance? The moonlight is enough to illuminate us, and even if we walk a little slower, we will be there tomorrow morning! ”

Yang Mingzhi smiled slightly, what this guy said makes sense, but it is difficult to operate. He responded: "Balzen, I believe that the reconnaissance battalion can accomplish such a task!" But look at where we are, not all of us are such supermen. Plus our march in Novgomel, running sixty-five kilometers with a load of thirty kilograms on our backs! As it stands, I'm afraid most scouts can't do it either! ”

"But! My soldiers are the strongest! Balzen, who was slightly hooked his head, roared, "Even if we carry heavy equipment, we can complete this kind of rush mission!" The commander has always stressed that the reconnaissance battalion is a sharp knife, and it is its mission to strike quickly. I know my subordinates, and I'll be there tomorrow before dawn! ”

"Hey, hey! Are you asking for war? Yang Mingzhi was interested, "However, I don't want my subordinates to be tired and out of breath." If the soldier is tired, there is no hope of a fierce battle. So can you guarantee it? Balzen! The reconnaissance battalion is equipped with the largest number of large-caliber rocket artillery from us! "Mobile phone users, please browse and read,