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"Let's go, Comrade Salinchkin, this is the Hero of the Soviet Union Berekov, who you are very interested in, leading our troops back from the battle." When Yevlov said this, he was still a little empty in his heart, because this battle was a tragic victory - too many people died! Let this commissioner see such a loss of troops, the first impression is extremely bad!

Fortunately, this person doesn't mind, sacrificing a thousand people in the war, this loss is nothing compared to the huge battlefield! You must know that in a huge military operation, the Soviet army often has to pay the price of tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of casualties. The key is whether so many people have sacrificed and whether their death is worth it.

After learning that the 284th Division dared to challenge an entire infantry division with only more than 1,000 people, the rumors in the past were obviously true! This group of people is really bold, and they can still withdraw forty percent of their troops, and the enemy's infantry division has suffered huge casualties?

Originally, he planned to go to the warehouse to see the mountains of German steel helmets, and since the expeditionary troops had returned, it would be great to see the military appearance of these soldiers.

Curiosity drove Salinchkin to greet Berekov, whom he had not yet met, and had only seen his appearance from a dug up archival photo. But the file is fake, and you have to see for yourself what this person really looks like.

Yang Mingzhi had no idea that the "minister of the imperial mission" from Moscow had arrived at the division headquarters. With the longing for his old friend and his desire to show off, he drove the jeep in a daze, and when he was about to arrive at the entrance of the division department, he had already seen Yevlov and Yelentina.

"Davasili, I'm back with the girls and the brothers!" Yang Mingzhi waved his hands excitedly, and his mouth was still giggling.

It's a pity that no one responded to him, and the division commander's commissar just continued to stand.

Yerentina frowned, and her stomach was already slandered: "You stupid, you don't have the seriousness of being an officer at all, why don't you drive well?" In her opinion, Yang Mingzhi was purely excited when he touched the car, but she had to admit that this old driver's driving skills were really Harasao.

Yang Mingzhi was still in the line, and when he pushed the car door, he noticed that there was still a blind behind the two people standing at the gate of the division headquarters.

Vehicles drove into the village one after another, like unloaded soldiers dragging their tired bodies out of the car. There was no one who didn't cherish their new uniforms, and a large group of people stood by the trucks and slapped their bodies vigorously to get rid of the dust.

Yang Mingzhi looked back, the left side of this straight hardened dirt road was already full of trucks, the red flag on the roof of the car was still waving, and the entire road was already full of people with bags on their backs. The wounded were also carried down, and these immortal people were directly escorted to the hospital for further treatment, and as for the others, this time they were waiting for new orders from their superiors.

"Okay, everyone urgently assembles, that's it, all assemble at the entrance of the divisional department! Dawai! Dawai! Yang Mingzhi clapped his hands and roared.

The order did not concern the paratroopers, and Rychev's men were ordered to go to the canteen to eat first, and then return to their barracks to wait for the next order.

Five trucks had just stopped, and they were also asked to immediately refuel, then haul some more food, and head straight for the Homnich ruins.

His spirit was very good, and so were the officers in the lower ranks.

Balzen and the others did not dare to slack off, and even though the various units were seriously reduced, the various units still hurried in accordance with their original establishment and gathered together.

At this moment, Carambola and Natasha had just gotten out of the car, and like the others, they were also carrying a little bag, especially the gorgeous rifle. The armed girl has a delicate face, and under the boat-shaped hat is a drooping braid. The girl looked weak, but her bag was ten kilograms. With a water bottle, bullet pouch and dagger hanging from their waists, most of the children in the camp are dressed like this. Only those girls are very special, they also have a small grenade pinned to their waists, this is not for killing the enemy, but in a desperate situation to avoid humiliation, so as to end their lives.

Yang Mingzhi couldn't help but talk nonsense, star fruit and Natasha stood by the truck and waited for the youth camp to assemble, and when the children arrived, the two also returned to the team.

To be honest, Yang Mingzhi felt that the scene was a bit chaotic. This is understandable, for some time these fighters have lived in panic and anxiety every day, and they are really ready to fight, but once they are informed that they are absolutely safe, after the mission is over, they all enter a retaliatory rambling.

Balzen urged his soldiers to hurry up and assemble, and was about to fire warning shots. "Comrades, after the routine assembly, the whole team will disperse, everyone will go back to eat, and then it will definitely be a holiday for all of you. If anyone is slow, I will keep him in confinement. "Howling like this, there are still people who are grinding, until Balzen orders again, and all those who grind and chirp will be exempted from a pound of bread at noon!

The warriors were assembled in a hurry, but in the end, they still had a full set of equipment, and hundreds of people gathered together in a neat line, all arranged in a matrix. And stand upright in the traditional posture of the Soviet army, with his chin raised high.

Only then did Yang Mingzhi nod with satisfaction. "Yes, you have to be powerful enough to wear a new uniform."

His actions were seen by Yevlov and Yelentina, and naturally by Salinchkin.

This is the first time that this Stalinist from Moscow has seen Yang Mingzhi himself, in the past, his information was too written, he never wanted to meet for the first time, this is not only an elderly Chinese with an oriental face, he actually wears glasses, is energetic, tall enough, completely breaks his stereotypical prejudice against Chinese.

After the troops were assembled, Yang Mingzhi finally helped his military hat, deliberately walked to the door of the division headquarters office with great seriousness, and said to the two waiting colleagues: "Report to Comrade Division Commander, the special operations force has returned smoothly, please review!" ”

The parade was not planned at all, and Yevlov was at a loss for a while. But since it has become a military parade, it is not right not to say anything, not to mention that Salinchkin is still here.

Suddenly, Yang Mingzhi noticed a middle-aged man who was not tall, and he was stunned to get out from behind Yevlov, who was as strong as a bear. This man also wears glasses, and his bald head is really shining. Judging from the way this person was dressed, Yang Mingzhi subconsciously believed that this person was also a staff officer of the paratrooper brigade, or a senior staff member? In short, he still had a pen pinned to his jacket pocket, and because this person did not have epaulettes on his shoulders, Yang Mingzhi was surprised by his identity.

Salinchkin raised his head and said with great satisfaction: "It seems that you are Comrade Berekov!" Right! It's you, and the medal on your chest already proves your identity. ”

"Yes! I'm Berekov, who are you? Is it a comrade of the 233 brigade? ”

Salinchkin smiled and shook his head, his chest puffed up haughtily, his belly erected from relaxation, and pampering was written on his slightly rich cheeks. He said slowly: "I have come from Moscow as a special commissioner sent by Comrade Leader to the Pripet Marsh, and I will always be stationed here in the future. My name is Grigory Grigorievich Salinchkin. So saying, he politely stretched out his right hand.

Yang Mingzhi never thought that this middle-aged man who was not good-looking was Stalin's "Qincha"! He knew that this character was bound to come, but he didn't expect it to be like this when they met for the first time. It's good now, maybe I've left a bad impression in this person's heart......

Yang Mingzhi hesitated, but had to stretch out his right hand and shake it with the man.