"Comrade Khrushchev, you were personally sent to Stalingrad by Comrade Stalin, and when you came here, you immediately put the order of the army in order and drove out the Turkish army, you are the great hero of our Soviets, why did you make a mistake this time?"

It was already dark, and in the office of the director of the Stalingrad Tractor Plant, several people were taking turns to do work for Khrushchev.

Yes, it was working on him, and only now Mikhailov found out that the situation was worse than he thought.

When he was in the workshop, a large bomb made of a few shells, successfully shocked everyone, Khrushchev had no choice but to obediently obey.

Those guards could not do anything, just do it, everyone was finished together, and in this way, Mikhailov managed to subdue Khrushchev, disarm his guards, and then take Khrushchev to his office.

I thought the rest would be easy, so I asked the other officers to come over and discuss countermeasures together.

As a result, no one dared to come, but let them go to the headquarters, and at this time, Mikhailov discovered his biggest disadvantage, without the cooperation of the head of the army, he could not control the army at all!

While constantly lobbying other officers, Mikhailov still made Khrushchev the focus of his overcome.

After a few hours of bitter talking, Khrushchev finally spoke: "Okay, you let me go back to the headquarters, and I will give orders." ”

Khrushchev said this, of course Mikhailov knew what was going on, and he was not a child, and if Khrushchev went back, then he would have sent troops to surround his own factories, and all his own people would have to die.

"It's okay here, we have a phone in the factory, you can talk to the other people in the headquarters, give them orders, and in the future, this place can be your headquarters." Mikhailov said.

Khrushchev shook his head: "No, of course this will not work. Orders are not given verbally by me, they need to be signed. ”

The two sides were still arguing, and no one knew that on the river bank near the factory, more than a dozen rubber boats were slowly rowing over.

After dark, there was silence on the Volga.

No one will notice the movement on the Volga, a wide river, a dozen rubber boats, like a leaf on the sea.

Originally, there was an engine on the dinghy, but in order to avoid exposure to the noise, they did not start the engine, but just paddled with oars and slowly moved forward on the water.

Following the river, entering the tributaries, I came exactly to the vicinity of the Stalingrad Tractor Plant, and looking at the outline of the factory in the night, the rubber boat rowed more slowly.

When the bottom of the rubber boat was about to touch the surface of the river, the people on the boat came down, they stepped on the shallow river water, lifted the rubber boat, cooperated tacitly, quickly went ashore, and hid the rubber boat in the woods on the shore.

Morris was quite satisfied with the performance of his subordinates, and when they heard that they were going to carry out this mission, their entire company was quite excited.

Morris walked in the front, he held the assault rifle in his hand, the upper end of the rifle had a sight and headlight, both connected to the backpack behind him, when he looked ahead from the sight, everything in the darkness became clearly visible.

Individual night vision equipment, a necessity for special operations, a favorite of soldiers.

Morris made a skillful movement, and the men behind him followed him and began to move forward, and soon, they came to the fence of the factory.

In order to prevent night bombing, the whole of Stalingrad was dark, and at the same time, because of the limited power supply, it was impossible to light any street lamps, which brought great convenience to the entry of German special forces.

There are no open posts, no secret posts, nothing, after all, this is not an army station, it is just a factory, and with the self-defense forces in those factories, what excellent security measures can they have?

Morris gestured again, and the people behind him, divided into several groups, the first soldier crouched in the corner, and the second soldier, took a few steps back, ran forward, stepped on his back, and easily climbed the wall, and then he reached down and pulled the people below up as well.

In pairs, they easily crossed the walls of the factory and entered the factory area.

There was still a roar in the workshop, indicating that the workers were still producing, and the windows were wrapped in tarpaulin, and the light inside could not be transmitted.

Morris crouched on the ground and checked the map again, this topographic map of the factory, taken by a reconnaissance plane before dark, and after carefully studying the topographic map, they determined the place where Khrushchev might be held, and now, they divided into seven groups and felt for the seven most likely places.

"Be careful, try not to alarm the workers." Morris whispered, the noise of the factory muffling out his voice, but it was clearly heard in the headphones.

In the past, the radio station was a big backpack that needed to be carried by one person, but with the continuous development of semiconductor technology in Germany, the radio equipment made of transistors has been as small as a lunch box, pinned to the waist, and the headphones and microphones can be connected with each other.

The captain of each team carried such a set of equipment to facilitate communication with each other.

The distance is not very far, an open area of up to five kilometers, and for a special operation it is more than enough.

Ten people in each team began to disperse around the factory, rushing towards their goal, and at the same time, the rest of the people were divided into two parts.

Some of them act as mobile forces, ready to reinforce the squad in case of an emergency, and they are hidden in the dark and ready to be called at any time.

The other part, all snipers, look for nearby high ground, work in pairs, ready to use their own sniper rifles to take out the target. There were even a few people who set up the machine guns they had brought, which was the last resort, and in case there were many people on the other side, they would use machine guns to greet them.

Although the task was improvised, within a few hours, they made all the plans, and acted meticulously, carefully, and meticulously, at the same time, their hearts were extremely excited at this time, this is what they are best at, and they must do it beautifully!

Morris's feet, stepping on the grass of the factory, led his team, slowly moving forward, his target, was the factory director's office in the corner of the factory, where a faint light was faintly shining.