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On May 18, Manturov was notified of his appointment.

In order not to delay the progress of the war, Manturov decided to rush to the front line to supervise the battle as soon as possible.

He rushed home from the state government and immediately packed his bags. Before leaving, he wrote a "letter to Katyusha" and placed it on the most prominent table in the hall.

The content of the letter is very simple, explain his whereabouts, ask Katia to keep in touch with him, send him letters regularly, and that's it. But this small piece of paper, just a few sentences, is enough for those who are about to separate.

Accustomed to being an otaku, just like before he got married, he went to the train station in a low-key manner and took a train to the Far East alone, unaccompanied.

At that time, transportation in Outer Mongolia was still not very convenient. There were only two railways in Mongolia, one between Ulaanbaatar and Nalaikha, and the other a Soviet-built freight railway between Borja (Chita Oblast, Russian Federation) and Bayantumen, which was responsible for transporting supplies to the front line in the event of a possible war between Japan and the Soviet Union.

Originally, Manturov also planned to go to the front via Ulaanbaatar, where he would spend the night before leaving. But when I set out, I found out that Ulaanbaatar is a railway city, and it is impossible to get there by rail.

As a result, he chose the second route, first along the Trans-Siberian Railway to Chita, and then from Chita to Borja, where he took that "freight railway" to Bayantumen.

Bayantumen is located in the eastern part of Outer Mongolia and is one of the closest towns to Tamchag Prague, the headquarters of the 57th Special Army.

After the outbreak of the Battle of Nomenhan, the railway became the main channel for supplying the logistics of the Soviet army. The logistics were transported from all parts of the Soviet Union to Borja via the Trans-Siberian Railway, and then to Bayantumen by rail, and finally by truck to the Nomenkhand front.

The rail journey was even longer than the one to Moscow, taking 48 hours from Novosibirsk to Chita, but it was only half of the journey.

After arriving in Chita, it was already May 20. It was a Saturday, and Manturov spent the night there before boarding the train to Borgia.

Borja is an unassumingly small town with a population of only about 10,000 people. The train between Chita and there only runs once a week, and he wasted the day.

Shortly after arriving in Borgia, a military train destined for Bayantumen drove into the Borja railway station, where it stopped to replenish supplies, and Manturov received information from the stationmaster of the station in advance and arrived at the station in time.

This army column was loaded with Red Army soldiers and military supplies, and several tanks were pulled in the back, the 11th Tank Brigade.

He couldn't wait to grab his suitcase and rush across the platform opposite.

As soon as they reached the "other side", several Red Army soldiers came forward and surrounded Manturov.

The second lieutenant officer at the head looked up and down Manturov's dignified suit, and at a glance he knew that he was not a soldier. His bourgeois look like a spy sent by a Western capitalist country. "Comrade, please get out of here. Otherwise, you will be arrested by us. ”

Manturov was not intimidated by the officer's threatening remarks, he was the military commissar of the 57th Special Army, and he was their boss! He lifted his glasses, raised his head, and said without fear: "I am Viladimo Fedorovich Manturov, military commissar of the 57th Special Army. ”

However, the Soviet soldiers did not believe Manturov's words. Several of them looked at Manturov with contempt and constantly laughed at him.

"Comrade Manturov? What about the military uniform of the political commissar of your second-class army? One of the leading senior soldiers sarcastically said

"I don't have a uniform yet, but I have papers."

"Take a look."

Manturov took out his ID card, handed it to the second lieutenant, and said, "Please see, I am really Viladimo Manturov. ”

The senior soldier didn't even look at it, so he returned the document to Manturov and said, "Where is your military ID?" ”

"Military ID? I haven't picked it up yet. ”

"Then how do you prove that you are the military commissar of the 57th Special Army?"

At this moment, a man dressed in the military uniform of a captain and a political worker appeared behind the second lieutenant. The captain pushed away the laughing soldiers, carefully looked at Manturov's appearance, and shouted to several soldiers solemnly: "Don't laugh, he is really Comrade Manturov." ”

Several of the soldiers stopped laughing, and by this time, they already knew that they were in trouble. Even a divisional political commissar (equivalent to a major general) dares to offend, isn't this looking for death?

"Comrade, are you really sure that he is the commissar of the special army?" The second lieutenant said to the regimental commissar.

"Sure, I know him, he is indeed Comrade Manturov, First Secretary of the Novosibirsk Regional Party Committee. Now he is the commissar of the special army. ”

Manturov had no impression of the political instructor in front of him, and he couldn't remember where he had seen him. "Comrade, have we met before?"

"Yes, that was three years ago, when you were the secretary of the Komsomol Committee of the Novosibirsk Region, and I was just an ordinary Komsomol member. Later, I joined the Red Army and began to work in the army. ”

Manturov took off his glasses and wiped the dusty and grease-stained lenses with the glasses cloth he had brought with him. I put on my glasses again and looked at them for a few seconds before I recognized the captain's political instructor in front of me, "Joined the Red Army in 1935?" Let me think, are you ...... Comrade Sergei Sergeyev? ”

"You have a good memory."

"Generally, if you don't have a good memory, how can you handle so much party affairs?"

"That's, that's."

Sergeyev thought for a moment and said: "By the way, Comrade Manturov, why are you here?" ”

"I, like you, rushed to the front to serve. So I'm here to squeeze the train with you, to inspect the troops, to get into the soldiers, and to get to know you better. ”

Sergei glanced at the soldiers and said, "Do you see how close to the people are the comrades of the military commissars? There are planes that don't sit, come and squeeze the train with us. ”

At this time, Manturov realized that he could come by plane. "Damn, I wasted three days in vain, why did I come to squeeze the train with others if I didn't take a plane? I'm stupid. Manturov said secretly in his heart.

But when you think about it, you didn't do anything wrong. He clearly remembered that after Zhukov was appointed commander of the 57th Special Army, it took 10 days for him to come to the front. If he had come by plane, it would have taken him so long to arrive, and he would have come by train.

At that time, there were still no airports near Bayantumen and Tamchag Prague, so you couldn't get there by plane at all, and the fastest way to get there was to change from train to car. Historically, it was not until June 18, when Zhukov succeeded Fekarenko as commander of the special army, that field military airfields were opened in the Mongolian steppe.

One of them is located in Prague, Tamchag, where the headquarters of the 57th Special Army is located. There was also one near Sambes (present-day Choibals).

"Our party is the people's party. Party cadres are all cadres of the people. As a cadre of the people, it is actually our duty to go deep among the masses. Besides, as the commander of the troops, I also need to have a deep understanding of the situation of the fighters in order to make appropriate decisions. ”

"As you deserve to be Comrade Manturov, your enthusiasm for serving the people is still the same as it was back then, without the slightest abscuration."

"Comrade instructor, you have won the award."

"Don't be so angry, just call me Sergei." Sergey looked at his watch and said: "Come, the train is about to leave, let's get on it." ”