But what made Krenev feel most troubled was overcoming the sense of alienation among the officers, among this "rabble". The army is like a complex of many large families, with regiments, battalions, and companies all being big families, and almost all the members of these families know each other and trust each other. If this kind of "family" is engaged in the fight, everyone can unite and help each other. But now, when people are suddenly drawn from these "families" and mixed with "unfamiliar" detachments, they are given a completely unexpected task, and many people do not understand the significance of this task for the time being, but they understand that this task is extremely dangerous, and many will never return.

Krenev had to go to all corners of the forest to lobby, try to explain the reason concisely to the people, and then give orders to the officers to make them understand the necessity and possibility of carrying out the task, and above all, to make everyone absolutely trust him, Colonel Krenev, and trust that he would trust everyone. He was open and honest with everyone about the danger and arduousness of the task, and then he used miraculous means to tear down the barriers between him and everyone, and he dispelled everyone's doubts with his simple faith. He rejoiced, and everyone under his command now understood that this battle was a great honor for the soldiers, because it would be a crucial battle that would determine the future of Leningrad, and that the name would go down in history more than the survival of life. This is the great emotion of the soldier who sees death as if he were at home, and they know that even if he dies from bullets and flying shrapnel, even if he falls silently, his comrades-in-arms will write to his family before the command sends a death notice, saying that the family's adoptive or future adoptive family is no longer alive, that he is buried on the land of Leningrad in the battle to defend the Motherland.

And he did. Krenev was an outstanding man, as a regimental commissar, he knew very well the inner feelings of people, he knew several foreign languages, he was good at convincing those who listened to him with warm and subtle language, with concise gestures, and with simple and understandable truths, so that they could see the situation at the front as if they were there, and he was good at analyzing, convincing everyone that it was not only extremely necessary, but also that it was possible to reverse the declining situation, and that those who contributed to this would certainly be duly rewarded.

Indeed, no one has ever seriously thought about compliments. They knew that it was important that the German fascists could no longer be allowed to move forward. Resist them and show them that the Russians who live and thrive in this land are more powerful than foreign invaders.

Krenev was not a hoarse orator, but he could open people's hearts effortlessly. He could always find words that could be said in a different way.

There is a question: whether to attack after the artillery fire is ready, or to strike suddenly from the march. However, suddenness can no longer be achieved. It was dawn, and people had gone through long journeys and arduous transfers, with undecided respite and physical strength. There are 3 km of open land ahead. It has to be done in one go to get through...... I am afraid that if we can't do it, the Germans will wipe out all the people near the ground on the Mga River.

Colonel Krenev, having chosen a firing position in an overgrown grove next to the forest, decided to carry out artillery preparation. The moment had finally arrived, when the sun had stained the waves of the Mga River red, and the small village had been bombarded and shelled, nearly half destroyed, and its devastated and miserable scene could be seen clearly through optical instruments. Now, the newly dug trenches and some machine-gun erections of the German breastwork facing east have been drawn on the artillery markers, and the firing costs for these targets have been calculated. At this time, small detachments were formed among the infantry who were good at swimming, because the boat bridge crossing on the Muga River had been destroyed. Everything is ready to go.

At Krenev's order, dozens of guns raised their muzzles and erupted flames. Like countless thunderbolts that broke through the dark clouds and danced wildly, they swept through everything and bombarded the west bank of the Mga River.

The muzzles of the guns were aimed at various targets in the vicinity of the village and shelled for more than an hour. A smoke-filled barrier was erected around the village. Colonel Krenev decided that the time had come, and he gave the order, and the signal flown into the sky, and the whole line began to attack.

In the village, the German survivors who were cowering in the trenches were in shock, and had just woken up from their ignorance, and through the gaps in the willows along the Muga River, they saw the swarming Soviet shock troops, hurriedly picked up the only remaining weapons, and began to shoot. At this time, it is only 200 meters away from the Muga River. And the fire of machine guns, mortars, part of the artillery, as well as groups of submachine guns, still looks scattered. Under the intense fire of the enemy's guns and the flying of shrapnel from artillery shells, the casualties of the attacking troops increased. On the muddy meadows, trampled by thousands of soldiers, the Soviet troops suffered heavy casualties. The Germans were bombarded with mines and shells, and many people fled in panic.

It seems that the shock is about to be frustrated. It is likely that people are lying on the open grass, waiting for the German survivors who have come to their senses to stop shooting. And more importantly, enemy reinforcements may take advantage of this opportunity to arrive here quickly.

Colonel Krenev, together with the shock troops, ran towards the village, he was so frightened that in the midst of the fighting, he could only see a few people around him, and behind him were some officers of the command. Sensing that the momentum of the impact might be about to fail, that the fighters might lie down and that there was little chance of getting them back to their feet, he caught up with a "T-26" light tank ahead of him, and despite the fact that the engine burned his hands, he leapt onto the armor plate and grabbed the handle of the turret.

"Comrades!" He shouted, "We must not discredit our banner!" Advance! The Muga River is right in front of you! ……… Ulla! ”

He jumped out of the tank again, shouting "Ula!" without pause. Rushing towards the Muga River, which was close in sight.

Somehow, he remembered the "Mother of the Motherland".

How nice it would be if those black-haired, black-eyed, yellow-skinned young men and their heavy tanks were here!

Krenev, who could not remember how he had managed to get a German submachine gun, rushed into the water, believing that the car carrying the bridge was running behind him, and that he would do whatever it take, even his own life, to ensure that the sappers could quickly erect a bridge across the river. He also believes that at least dozens of others have followed his example. He wasn't wrong. Hundreds of swimmers followed Krenev and rushed into the Mga River. This section of the river is not very wide. On the west bank of the river, a hand-to-hand combat began.

This is exactly what the Soviet fighters could not ask for. They are best at hand-to-hand combat. The Germans fled along the steep slopes of the vegetable garden, and they ran to the only remaining houses, but there was no way to escape.