Pilots have one advantage that no other branch of the military can match: they are in the sky and can see far! Alexei Petrovich Malesiev had just left the field hospital when he was stopped on a stretcher by Terteny, who had rushed to hear the news. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Comrade Lieutenant, did you see the movement of German troops on the ground from above?" As soon as Terteney learned that an injured pilot had made a forced landing in his own defense area, he didn't bother to carry the shells, so he and his staff officer rushed to the hospital with the map.

Fortunately, it seems that the pilot was not seriously injured.

"Comrade Colonel, we are bypassing from the north, and from here to Dzerzhinsko, there are German troops, and I estimate that there will be no less than one armored division plus tens of thousands of infantry to approach here. Now there are a large number of German troops about five or six kilometers away on the west side of the Neman River, the exact number is not clear, but tanks can be seen. ”

Maresiev's task just now was to escort the ship, and he was only concerned with entanglement with the German fighters, and he did not have the opportunity to carefully observe the situation on the ground. However, there was one thing that made him feel a little ashamed - as soon as he landed, he should report to the cluster command what he knew about the movements of the German army, and not only care about his own legs: he was not here to deliver information, and the pain of his leg wound and the nervousness of his comrades in the airborne troops did not expect that it was normal, and no one would blame him.

Terteny asked the lieutenant about his injuries, and without saying much, he asked the lieutenant to roughly mark the German movement on the map, and then he went to the headquarters.

Most of the supplies that were airdropped have been collected, and with the exception of a few that were blown into the Neman River by the wind, the airdrop was very successful. The transporters dropped the ammunition that the Stolbutch defenders would need most, and now the tank crews were busy restocking their vehicles - they were understaffed, and even their infantry comrades came to help.

Maresyev was sent to the battalion headquarters of the 3rd Airborne Battalion - the battalion headquarters, that is, a relatively solid machine factory warehouse. In the semi-basement, where there were no other buildings to the west, a drainage ditch connected it to a second trench 50 meters to the west, and behind it was an artillery battery armed with German mortars.

The comrade pilot was warmly welcomed by the comrades of the Airborne Forces, and let him rest on a recliner that had been moved from an unknown place. Davydov brought him something to eat: Malesyev was not hungry, he had eaten just an hour before takeoff.

"We have a lot of German goods, eat as much as you want, and the fascist logistics transit station is in our hands." The battalion commander Molotov also gave the pilot a gift - a German-made assault rifle.

The pilot was armed only with a TT1933 type pistol, and it was useless to fight a war.

Major Ivan Ivanovich Molotov, an enthusiastic officer of the Airborne Forces, has a somewhat attractive surname: it is said that only the comrades in the battalion are "supposed" - Comrade Major and Comrade People's Commissar for Foreign Affairs are still somewhat related, but the major never admits it.

The airborne battalion lost nearly 100 men in the intermittent shelling that lasted all night last night, but not many of them were killed, most of them were smashed by mud and stones. The fortifications of the Airborne Forces are still a bit horizontal, and even the trenches have anti-artillery holes horizontally, but because the ground is too hard to dig, the fortifications are not completely repaired before there are so many casualties.

There is no time to chat, because the shelling of the Germans does not stop sporadically, and the soldiers only get close to hear the screech of the shells to hide themselves, and the rest no longer cares: the recruits are afraid of artillery, and after a day of shelling, no one cares.

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The Bollesier Everglades in winter is a world of snow and ice, with temperatures dropping to minus 20 degrees Celsius in mid-November! Five kilometers northeast of the mouth of the Turia River where it joins the Pripyat River, a group of indomitable people are battling the cold in this wilderness forest that was once no man's land! -- This is the largest camp of the 53rd Independent Guards Cavalry Division.

The taiga was surrounded by snow and ice, and the snow on the ground was more than 40 centimeters, and the fighters and guerrillas built semi-underground huts out of branches and mud. In order to prevent the war horses from freezing to death, the comrades even set up rows of stables, but that's it, because of the lack of feed, the war horses die almost every day, and it becomes difficult for comrades to swallow food!

Horse meat, the Cossacks would never eat the bodies of their "comrades-in-arms" unless they had to, but in order to survive, in order not to hear the cries of children who were awakened by hunger in the middle of the night, the Cossacks could only do so.

The winter was difficult, and the snow hindered the encirclement and suppression of the Germans, and also made the survival of the comrades extremely difficult, but the comrades of the 53rd Division persevered! In winter, there was also a slight advantage for the comrades in the swampy areas: they were able to maneuver freely in the Bolesian Marsh, and the fatal swamps and rivers were firmly frozen, and their movement was no longer hindered.

It was another sunny day, and when the sun rose, the whole camp seemed to come alive at once in the silence of the night - the sun was the hope of a new day.

Major General Kondrat-Semenovich-Melnik came out of his tent, and last night he worked late to discuss with Comrade Ivan Andreevich Kozlov the next steps of the partisans.

Comrade Kozlov joined his partisan detachment last month (Kondraert's unit is still an independent division, which is different from partisans in the general sense because it has a flag!). But its duty is to be a guerrilla in the truest sense of the word. Kozlov, 53, was a member of the party committee of the Crimean Prefecture, a veteran member of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union who joined the Communist Party in 1905. He was visiting Kovelli when the Great Patriotic War broke out, because he was still a writer, and he did not expect that the war would leave him stranded in northern Ukraine.

As a loyal communist fighter who participated in the communist struggle before the October Revolution and engaged in the underground activities of the Party in the rear of the White Guards during the Civil War, dozens of soldiers who were separated from the same army, postmen (it is important to note that postal workers are different from civilians in that they have the status of prisoners of war if they are captured in the war. Of course, if they fought as partisans, they did not qualify as prisoners of war. The Geneva Conventions contain specific regulations, but few countries seem to be complying with them. and civilians gathered around him and entered the Swamp to form a small guerrilla detachment, which last month had an unexpected encounter with Melnik's forces in the Ratno area.

Kozlov was not a soldier, but he had extensive experience in underground struggles and strong organizational skills, and after meeting Melnik, he became an acting military councilor of the 53rd Cavalry Division. The original commissar, Comrade Dekolov, died last month.

Now the survival of the partisans was the first priority, and Kozlov had extensive experience working behind enemy lines: his proposal was to mobilize the people in enemy-occupied areas, not just for pure combat, but also to further gain the support of the people and establish a relatively complete intelligence system.

Now, in the villages and towns near the swamps, the partisans have built up a certain intelligence network in a little more than a month, thanks to which Kozlov has contributed.

Stepping through the trampled snow, Melnik greeted his comrades and walked to the hospital in the central camp. It was a hospital, but it was a slightly larger semi-underground shack with two operating beds and several beds, and the wounded were usually sent to the homes of the guerrillas after the operation to recuperate their wounds (some of the guerrillas were civilians who dragged their families, and the women comrades were more careful than the fighters in caring for the wounded). ）。

The wooden door was open, and the comrade doctor figured out the ventilation - the medical conditions of the guerrillas were not bad, because some time ago they were sometimes replenished with airdropped drugs by the air force; There are also many doctors, because military doctors have always been the focus of the army's protection, and there are also doctors who have been civilians to join the guerrillas.

On the hospital bed lay a young officer, dressed in clean underwear sent by the partisans, covered with captured German blankets, and the man had already woken up. A lieutenant, but he was not a Cossack of the 53 Cavalry Division, but a prisoner of war of the Red Army rescued by partisans the day before yesterday from a German column headed for Brest.

At that time, the partisans organized an attack and blew up a German train, which not only contained heavy metals that Germany had looted from Belarus, but also held hundreds of Red Army prisoners of war in two carriages. The young man was the only officer and was held in solitary confinement, in a coma when he was rescued, apparently tortured, and with multiple combat wounds. The Cossacks had tied him to himself and rode back to the camp, and his bloodied uniform explained why the Germans had kept him in solitary confinement and torture - because he was wearing the uniform of an officer in the army directly under the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

The sunlight coming in through the window ** shone right on the wounded's face, and he woke up. Major Flolov, a military doctor, told Melnik that the wounded were out of danger, but they were still very weak and needed to recuperate.

Melnik blocked the sun, and the wounded who woke up saw that it was his comrade, or a general, in front of him! He raised his hand with difficulty and saluted on the bed: "Hello, Comrade General. ”

"Hello, I am Major General Melnik, commander of the 53rd Cavalry Division, and you are now in my partisan camp, and we saved you from the train of the Germans." The Major General paused, "Who are you and how did you get captured?" ”

There was a look of extreme pain on the wounded's face, and it was obvious that the word captured made him very uncomfortable, and there was no trace of the joy that he should have when he was rescued, which was completely different from the reaction of other rescued comrades.

"Maybe it's his identity that makes him like this." Melnik thought to himself, but what he could be sure of was that the young man in front of him must have been captured without a room for resistance, and had multiple shell wounds on his body; And the captivity was not long, as can be seen from the wounds; He did not betray his homeland, otherwise the fascists would not have treated him so cruelly - and according to the soldiers' reports, the Germans had treated his wounds, but the signs of torture were new, and they tied him so tightly that he even stuck a "limiter" in his mouth, apparently trying to prevent him from committing suicide.

"This man is important! He couldn't die, but the Germans didn't get any information from him that they wanted to know! ”

"I want to see where I am?" The first request of the wounded was strange, but Melnik could understand - it might be a trick of the Germans, and the Interior Ministry had thought more about it.

Several Cossack companies carried him outside with a hospital bed, and saw the woods, partisans dressed as civilians, soldiers, and children.

"Comrade General, I am Lieutenant Gutor Alekseevich Gurov, a sniper of the Deputy Commander's Guard, a direct unit of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, captured during a sniper operation in Minsk. Allow me to join your partisans. ”

The words of the wounded made Melnik unable to reflect for a while!

Throughout the morning, Melnik, Kozlov and several other partisan leaders were with Gurov and learned a lot of valuable news about the battle situation from the lieutenant, which was very valuable for the partisans!

The high-power radio broke down last month, and because there were no electronic components, it could not be repaired at once, and during this time the partisans were trying to find some electronic components from the German outposts, or simply to grab the high-power German radio station.

Gurov was captured the other day, and his sniper team was left alone in the western city of Minsk at that time, and he fought like a ghost in the sewers and ruins for a month! But he was discovered by the Germans, who were unable to return to his line of defense - the Germans used anti-tank guns to deal with him, a sniper hiding inside the building, and was captured in a coma.

The Germans at the front could not do anything about him, because Gurov had undergone rigorous anti-torture training and was very determined - in order to prevent him from committing suicide, the Germans at the front wanted to send him to Brest, where there were special interrogators: the fascists knew that it was impossible to get any information from such an officer of the Soviet Ministry of Internal Affairs by violence alone.

Gurov had already thought of several ways to get himself out of pain, but he couldn't move because of his weak body, but he didn't expect to be saved by the guerrillas! It was a shame to be taken prisoner as a deputy commander-in-chief, for he did not publicize the impressive achievements he had made in Minsk, and for him the capture had deprived him of all dignity and honor.

From today on, he is a guerrilla who wants to prove his loyalty to the Motherland and the people again!

"Comrade General, I think that just recently we may launch a large-scale counteroffensive in the Belarusian direction. I had been out of the Guards for some time before I was captured, but the deputy commander-in-chief had already had such a plan a long time ago, and the Germans were already struggling to extricate themselves in Minsk, and the opportunity for a strategic counterattack was short-lived. ”

Melnik nodded, "Kozlov, I see that our group forces attacked Ratno or Kamen-Kasilsky. ”

"The supply is running out, and it will last for 10 days at most, and it will be a big operation. Also, let the sabotage detachment send more men to carry out more activities on the railway along the Brest to Minsk line. ”

The members of the Military Council agreed with the recommendations of the division commanders.

"Comrade General, can you give me a rifle, I will also participate in the battle."

"You need to rest, wait until your body recovers before you fight, I will give you a good gun, don't worry." (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) (To be continued.) )