"Catfish! Catfish! Obsidian has reached its goal! Obsidian has reached its goal! ”

The telegraph operator of Tokov Company began to continuously send telegrams to the camp, and the telegraph operator on duty accepted it completely, and the sleeping Yang Mingzhi was quickly awakened.

In this operation, the command was codenamed Catfish, and the name was taken from Catfish Village. Tokov's temporary code name Obsidian, which means sharp natural glass.

With the help of an oil lamp, Yang Mingzhi examined the detailed telegram after translation. Intelligence showed that the Germans had some precautions, but they were useless after all.

The report reported the discovery of a German night train, and the cargo on the front of the car had to be noticed—it was clearly tanks.

He ordered: "Now send a telegram to Obsidian and order them to ambush and reconnoiter on the spot." Their location is the ambush site after dawn. ”

The order passed smoothly, and I looked at the watch, and it was just two o'clock in the morning. As Balzen asserted, perhaps the troops would endure for a few more hours and the whole army would arrive. It's just that this is based on the huge physical cost of each soldier, and the soldier's body cannot be used to the point of cripplement.

There were still two hours before the departure of the whole army, and it was difficult for Yang Mingzhi not to yawn a few times, so he continued to rest.

In fact, Tokov arrived at the target at half past ten in the morning, and when they heard the muffled whistle of the train, the whole company began to run under the cover of the night. They walked through the forest as fast as they could, and saw four or two straight lines glowing in the moonlight—double tracks.

It seems that only one kilogram of explosives is needed to blow up part of the railway and create a large crater in the roadbed, which would take a lot of time to repair.

Tokov, fearing the presence of German night patrols in this area, ordered a squad of soldiers to hunch their backs through the grass, and they ran for about 150 meters in one go, until they finally reached the tracks.

It's just that what I saw made these ten people dare not act rashly.

The two fighters quickly returned with their guns and reported truthfully: "The enemy has wooden poles on both sides of the roadbed and several layers of barbed wire entangled, and empty cans are hung at intervals. ”

Tokov instantly understood: "Oops! The enemy seems to be on guard! Those cans are just goddamn bells. ”

All the scouts were recruited, and the whole company lay in ambush at the edge of the forest.

Because the night is unusually quiet, if a canning box is dispatched, its individual noise will not be very large. However, this primitive alarm system was a canned food box that could be sent all over the body, and if there was a German patrol nearby, a large number of canned food boxes would make a rustling sound because of the linkage, and they would search for it with machine guns.

Tokov carried out the order to observe, and the whole company lay down in the grass, ignoring all kinds of small insects, and dozed off one after another.

It was impossible for the reconnaissance company to go forty hours without rest, the order to sleep was given, and even Tokov fell asleep on his stomach with his arm as a pillow.

Only a few groups of warriors took turns keeping watch, but they had just fallen asleep when the earth suddenly began to shake at about one o'clock in the morning.

Everyone got up in a second, instinctively holding their guns, and there was the crisp sound of bullets loading everywhere.

"Both! Stabilization! This is the enemy's train again! Tokov commanded in a whisper.

The team of nearly 100 people fell silent again, their eyes fixed on the strength of the railroad tracks, and the earth shook more and more violently. Finally! In the moonlight, an object dragging smoke rushed in.

The steam train travels at a speed of 40 kilometers per hour, which is not really fast.

The moonlight at night made it possible to see the outlines of large objects, so that the soldiers could see exactly what the train was pulling!

Each flatbed carries two tanks, and no one can be mistakenly surprised by the unique shape of the turret and barrel.

The details of the intelligence began to be reported to the command three times in succession, and soon Tokov was ordered to continue the observation.

In fact, his location was the previously selected ambush position, and the location was naturally provided by the people of the Locomotive Guerrilla Brigade.

It was a good location for an ambush, as the railroad passed through the gap between two woods, and the rails were chosen because the ground was drier.

The plains between the forests are quite narrow, less than 500 trees wide, and the forests on both sides of the railway are undeveloped. Tokov believed that an attack that would be carried out at dawn would not allow large-caliber rocket artillery to be launched, and that ordinary rocket-booster grenades could completely destroy trains.

Just seeing that the military column is pulling so many tanks, how can these armored vehicles not be coveted?

A whole new plan began to brew in his belly, and the goal of the battle was to paralyze the entire train on the railway, so it was up to him whether to destroy it or force it to stop and destroy it again.

Undoubtedly, if you want to turn the enemy's heavy equipment into your own, you have to force the army to stop! So how do you accomplish a stop? The easiest way to do this is to cut down a few trees, lay them across the railroad tracks, and put up a sign painted "with mines" on it.

He believed that seeing such a warning, the German driver would definitely stop! As long as the military train stops, the rest will still be guilty of using heavy weapons? The answer, of course, is no. It may even be possible to kill a handful of German soldiers with just a few bullets, and the entire train will be captured. Wouldn't it be beautiful to blow up the train as a whole after all the available supplies have been taken away?!

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At four o'clock in the morning, the sentinels on duty began to wake everyone up.

Laying out the tent on the floor, this kind of sleep doesn't feel good. Yang Mingzhi helped his somewhat drowsy head up, washed his face casually and regained his spirit.

All the soldiers took action, they quickly rolled up the blankets together and tied them in their backpacks, in addition to tidying up the housekeeping, the soldiers also had to take the opportunity to pee.

Female soldiers had a lot of trouble in this regard, and they had to travel far away from the barracks in groups, which also wasted a lot of time.

After the housekeeping was completed, all the bonfires that had been lit were extinguished.

Yang Mingzhi did not leave time for everyone to have breakfast, and after more than 2,000 people urgently assembled with all the equipment on their backs, he said: "Comrades! It's almost dawn! Now that everyone has a little bit of dry food, let's go! There are still almost twenty kilometers to go to the goal, and we must reach it by eight o'clock! Right now! Follow me! ”

From slumber to march, it took only ten minutes for the troops. The uncooperative donkeys that Yang Mingzhi was worried about did not appear, and the donkey herd gave each donkey an emergency for a few handfuls of soybeans, and the herd of livestock also followed the team with great interest, and the whole army advanced at a speed of about five kilometers.

Along the way, from time to time, soldiers munched on rusks that they carried with them. Compared with biscuit crumbs, dry bread is the most common field food for Soviet soldiers, and even hundreds of years ago, the Russian army often broke a piece of bread with no salty taste or even wood chips, and used it to cope with it all day!

The day was getting brighter and brighter, and since the sky gradually turned blue, the speed of the whole army's advance unconsciously accelerated.

This was the first time that the paratroopers had actually participated in the battle, and they began to run in a desperate sense of battle, which caused the rear team to follow the wild run, so much so that the donkey herd of the rear team had to whip a few times on the ass of the donkey.