After five days in the camp of the "Voroshinov Fighters", Parshin finally regained his strength. On this day www.biquge.info Zaslonov, the partisan explosives specialist, informed them to set out with him early the next morning to the garrison of the 53rd Guards Cavalry Division, which was the common command brain of all the partisans in the Everglades.

"The comrades of the Travelogue Corps will help you pass through the enemy's blockade zone, and Comrade General has received our report and will prepare a small detachment for you."

There was only one general of the Red Army in the guerrilla zone, and that was Major General Kondlat-Semenovich-Melnik.

"How long will it take to get to HQ?" Parshin asked.

"Almost two days, not far. I also went to the headquarters to get some explosives, and the comrades who came back said that the Red Caucasian partisans in the south had sent a batch to the headquarters, which had been captured some time ago. ”

In the past few days, the three of Parshin have been integrated into the life of the guerrillas, which is like an ordinary farm or a military camp, because there is everything about farm life, but it is militarized and ubiquitous.

During the day, there was no fire in the camp, and the stove was not opened until night; There are makeshift classrooms where teachers and comrades who have escaped from enemy-occupied areas use their night hours to teach children, and there are also sabotage teams where sentries and squads attack in shifts every day.

The partisans told the pilots that there were three such battalions of the "Voroshinov Fighters" partisans, but in the other two camps there were only a very small number of people guarding and caring for the crops and livestock they planted, and that if the enemy situation was discovered, the entire camp of more than 200 people would be able to move within 10 minutes.

However, no matter how good the guerrillas are, Parshin still doesn't want to stay for a day, and the blue sky is their battlefield.

After receiving the news from the captain, Shavelin and Kharchenko were very happy.

"When we return to our controlled area, we have to find a way to return to the troops as soon as possible, those guys are probably shocked to see us!" Kharchenko said happily.

When Shaverin heard this, he said: "I guess I thought we were going to see Marx." ”

"With your cockroach life, we are still alive and kicking when Hitler is dead!"

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Vilnius, Lithuania, May 1, 1942.

Every time Soviet and German planes flew over the southern part of the city, they would be amazed by the spectacular scene on the ground - it was like going back to 1916, with dense trenches, fortifications and countless bomb craters soaked in the mud after the spring rains.

Except for the occasional cold guns and sparse shelling, there was a rare tranquility on the battlefield: unless flying over the buffer lot in the middle of the positions of both sides, the hidden anti-aircraft fire on the ground did not bother to pay attention to the opponent.

The damn rain temporarily dispelled the idea of attacking the opponent: it would not be easy to break through an opponent's position with tracks, anti-tank mines and anti-tank guns in one fell swoop, not to mention the logistics vehicles that would make it difficult to move an inch on the dirt road.

The logistics can't move, the armored troops just rush over, and you have to withdraw if the other side comes to a countercharge!

At noon, at the railway station, the front-line positions of the 284th Infantry Division were filled with the smell of food.

God open my eyes, the damn rain finally stopped yesterday morning, and the sky showed a rare sun.

The commanders on the front line had received a notice from their superiors the night before, and the meteorological department said that the rain would stop for two days starting yesterday, and that since the night before, the commanders and fighters of all units who do not need to be on duty have been busy washing their clothes.

It's not good to don't wash your clothes, and many people feel that if you don't wash them anymore, those cotton military uniforms are already moldy!

It is estimated that the Germans will be in the same situation, busy with personal hygiene.

This will be done in those dilapidated buildings with flags hanging on their backs to the Germans, and the "wetland hunters" have changed into dry clothes after taking a shower, and the atmosphere of festivities is everywhere in the battlefield.

Today is the great International Labor Day.

Immediately west of the train hall of the railway station, on the newly established 76.2 mm anti-tank artillery position, the company commander, Lieutenant Shuklin, had just returned from the regimental headquarters and had received a truckload of artillery shells.

"Vallegin, find someone to go to the back and carry the shells." As soon as he returned to the position, the lieutenant shouted to his subordinates.

This is a newly formed company, since the battle against the Tiger tank a few days ago, Shuklin's artillery company still has two cannons left, but the number of people who can still move is only 5 himself, less than half a squad.

In the past few days, the regimental headquarters has replenished them with two anti-tank guns, and like those new gunners, they have all collected "stragglers" from the disabled companies and put together an anti-tank company. As for the half of the company that will be divided in the capture of the Vilnius city, it will be that the men and artillery have disappeared, and even the regimental headquarters does not know where they are going, and they are probably either requisitioned and contained by other units or sacrificed.

This is not the first time this situation has happened anyway, the situation in Minsk will be even more complicated, and there is no way to find it, Shukrin They just hope that those comrades-in-arms can live.

Over time, the fortifications were getting better and better, and the artillerymen had a solid bunker built against the ruins, at least no longer relying on rotten tarpaulins to protect themselves from the rain. Back at the company headquarters, Shuklin saw his artillery commander, Granov, looking at the artillery mirror.

This is not only the company headquarters, but also an observation post, but also a place where half a company sleeps, and not far from the fortifications are two anti-tank gun emplacements with tarpaulins and ruins to build cover.

Hearing someone coming in, the gun commander turned around and saw that it was Shuklin.

"Company commander, how much did you get?"

"100 high-explosive rounds, 20 armor-piercing rounds and 40 high-speed armor-piercing rounds."

Saying that, Shuklin sat on the wooden board that was used as a bed, "Is there any movement?" ”

"As usual, the mud is at least half a meter thick, and if you can't get through, the sun won't dry up for a few more days. It used to be mud, but now it's even better, people can't pull it out when they step on it, so let's consume it! Granov didn't look at the artillery mirror anymore and sat down next to him, "There are fewer armor-piercing shells." ”

"There is no way, the transportation line behind is also soaked in mud, and the railway from Daugavapils cannot be counted on for the time being, and it will take at least half a month to build it."

Hearing that the cannonballs were coming back, the two went out to see that there were many hulala people in the traffic trench, many of them infantry.

Valekin carried a shell box, put it in the temporary ammunition depot, and said to Shuklin, who came over: "The comrades who are eating at the back have come to help, and besides, the cooking team has already prepared our lunch, and I will take someone to pick it up later." ”

"Oh." Shuklin instructed the infantry to classify and code the shell boxes, took out a few packs of cigarettes from his pockets, and threw them to one of the infantry warrant officers in the lead: "Thank you." ”

"You're generous, where did you come from?" Comrade Artillery Commander, who was wounded in the ribs, could not do heavy work, stood, and after the infantrymen had gone, he was clearly a little dissatisfied with the generous behavior of the company commander.

"Hehe, the head of the regiment gave it, I still have half of it in my satchel, go get it yourself."

Soon, lunch was delivered, and it was rare that there was still some vodka, which was estimated to be enough for two sips per person.

"The regimental commander said that if the weather permitted, the upper side wanted to attack Myalkine and form a salient on the north bank of the Nemunas River."

"When?" Granov asked, holding a teapot with some vodka poured in, and the people next to him also counted their ears and listened.

"I don't know." Shuklin pointed his hand upward, "Look at God." ”

After speaking, he picked up the teapot in front of him, "Comrades, for the great International Labor Day, cheers!" (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.) )