Half a month ago, when Ijeronim Petrovich Ubolevich, a member of the Committee of the Ministry of People's Armed Forces in Nizhny Vartovsk, far away in Siberia, received an urgent telegram from his subordinates, he was giving his subordinates the safe deployment of a new refinery. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

When the subordinates saw that the comrade was silent for a minute after reading the telegram, when someone finally asked him what had happened, Ubolevich replied in a calm voice and slowly but forcefully: "I am going back to Belarus to command a front." ”

Like a thunderclap, the whole office burst into warm applause, and the comrades fiercely embraced this comrade colonel, who had been working diligently here for five years: everyone knew who he was before coming to Valtovsk - commander of the first class army, commander of the Belarusian Military District!

Ubolevich, who escaped by luck 5 years ago, was charged with a crime that he had never done at all, and was demoted to the rank of colonel, so to speak, to be escorted to Siberia.

When he first came, it can be said that he lived like a year, and it took a long time to figure it out, and then he put himself into a new job, and he had actually been waiting for the central government to call him again for a long time, but he didn't expect the central government to forget him for 5 years! Marshal Tukhachevsky, who was on trial with him, has been reinstated to the rank of marshal and is now commanding the Red Army in a major battle against the Germans in Lithuania, but Ubolevich and his men are still scattered far from the battlefield in Siberia.

"When are you leaving?" Comrades asked him.

"The day after tomorrow, comrades will come to us this afternoon and tomorrow to go to Moscow to accept the appointment."

At 2 p.m., an officer in a colonel's uniform and a lieutenant colonel arrived at the Nizhnevartovsk Armed Forces Department almost simultaneously, where Ubolevich welcomed them with warm hugs and welcomed old comrades: Jonah Emanuilovich Yakir and Vitaly Markovich Primakov.

A few more will arrive in Nizhnevartovsk in two days, and some of them will go to Belarus and some of them will go somewhere else, and the size of the troops under their command will be different, but the same thing is that they will all return to the post of front-line commanders.

5 years of waiting, it's too long!

Several of them received a telegram of similar content, which was sent by the deputy commander-in-chief in the name of the headquarters of the Supreme High Command, which also meant that several army group and corps-level commanders implicated in the Tukhachevsky case would be reactivated.

However, the fact that several men have not been reinstated in their ranks, and who have not given any explanation for the verdict of a few years ago, suggests that the Supreme Commander does not want to shave his ears in the face himself - although Ubolevich and others no longer care about those reputations.

Even Tukhachevsky's crime back then is still on his back, and it is estimated that as long as the Supreme Commander is there, this crime will have to be borne unexplained, although Tukhachevsky doesn't care at all now, and others seem to have forgotten about that matter.

"Jonah Emanuilovich, the order given to me clearly says that you are going to command a front, why didn't you mention anything in your telegram, and said that you would return to Moscow first to accept the appointment, which is a bit strange." After the excitement of the reunion, Ubolevich said to the former commander of the Kiev Military District, Yakir.

"It doesn't matter, as long as I can go to the front line, I'm willing to give me an infantry regiment." Yakil said to Primakov on the side: "You say yes, Vitaly Markovich. ”

Primakov shrugged his shoulders: "If you can kill the Germans, you can be an infantry company commander, it's almost driving me crazy in the past few years!" ”

"A few days ago, I still had a little gossip here, and the four fronts will be newly formed and reorganized in the direction of Ukraine, and the candidates for commanders seem to have been decided. The Belarusian direction is divided into three fronts, and on the Baltic coast it is also to be divided into two fronts. The center probably wants us old guys to jump a few times this time, and the ability to eat and press the bottom of the box has not been left behind, right? ”

In fact, the old guys are not old at all, but compared with the commanders who are shining on the front line: when the "old guys" are on the side, the vast majority of those commanders are only commanders at the division and regiment level.

"Don't worry, you're not idle." The two colonels of the original first-level group army sang and were full of confidence, and the original army-level commander comrade estimated in his heart that he would be sent to command the troops? In fact, it doesn't matter, don't let yourself be the head of the logistics department of the group army!

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On May 8, as predicted by the weather station of the army group, from the early hours of the morning, the clouds gradually disappeared from the sky. Early this morning, the sun appeared in the east.

Twenty-one kilometers west of Fastov, the observation post of the German 62nd Infantry Division kept a close watch on the Red Army more than a kilometer away: there were no World War I-like trenches in this area, as on the Lithuanian front, because the Ukrainian soil was worse during the spring muddy season.

The Soviets and Germans relied on the various large and small settlements to form a point-like deployment, with few fortifications in the field, only a few communication trenches that would not be used at all, which would be able to raise loaches in them.

In the binoculars, the observer clearly saw that the Russians on the opposite side were drying their clothes, and the situation on their own side was the same, the soldiers were washing their clothes before dawn.

Fed up with the mud of this black soil, many people suffer from skin diseases in a humid environment. The ointment prescribed by the military doctor was just as uncomfortable to apply, and the dry clothes were always damp on the body. In order to completely cure those damn skin diseases, the most important thing is to get sun-soaked ultraviolet disinfection and dry clothes and bedding, and the Germans are also making the most of the short period of good weather.

There seems to be a tacit understanding between the two sides, not even a sniper team that can be eliminated in advance, let alone mortar shells that are patched, so as not to provoke the opponent and no one will be able to dry their clothes and blankets in the end, which will make it seem that having dry clothes becomes more important than killing the opponent.

Officers at all levels acquiesced in the soldiers' movements, and except for the necessary guards on duty, the support points were busy, and by noon, some of the guys who were not afraid of the cold were already sunbathing in their sweatshirts.

In the warm sun, without worrying about the opponent's attack, eating fruits that were rarely transported from the Black Sea coast of Romania, and drinking artificial coffee with a normal taste, the German soldiers felt that today was a paradise enjoyment.

In the small village opposite, the ring fortifications were built intermittently on higher ground outside the village, so that at least they would not be flooded. The Red Army soldiers took out the damp blankets and coats, and suddenly the flags of the remaining buildings in the village fluttered. Like the small railway station where the German outpost was located in the distance, there were people basking in the sun and warming themselves out of sight from the opposite side.

The railway to Kazatin passed on the edge of the village, and two ZIS-3 76-mm cannons and several heavy machine guns controlled the area: the railway line ahead was badly damaged, hundreds of meters were blown up, and even the rubble embankment was blown to pieces.

A kilometer away, the Germans also sealed off the railway, and cold flares were launched into the air every day in the middle of the night.

The railway line to the east of the village had been repaired, and at twelve o'clock in the afternoon, a railroad car dragged a flatbed car unhurriedly to this side.

A kilometre from the village, a diesel-powered sidewalk car has stopped, and there is also a famous spot on the side, looking at the pre-war population of at least 500 or more residents.

Several people got out of the car, and the Red Army soldiers stationed there recognized one of the high-ranking officers as their division commander Panfilov.

There is no salute, this is at the front.

Getting off the roadbed, the fighters on duty noticed how an officer in the uniform of a Cossack lieutenant colonel looked a little familiar.

"Damn, why didn't I even recognize the deputy commander!" The warrior slapped himself in the face and watched as a group of people walked along the roadbed.

This morning, Lin Jun arrived at the town of Komsomol and went to the front line with Panfilov, who had temporarily set up his headquarters there, to inspect the front: this area would be the main direction of attack of the 8th Guards Infantry Division.

It turned out that although the marshal's uniform used a protective rank, it was still too eye-catching, and it would not be good if it was noticed by the Germans. At the repeated requests of Landeskozy, Panfilov and others, Lin Jun changed into the spare coat of his captain of the guard

According to Panfilov's meaning, there were already Cossack troops in this area, and Lin Jun would not attract attention if he wore it like this.

As for Panfilov himself, his coat issued by the Central Asian troops was the same as that of the officers and soldiers, and when you look closer, you will find that he is a general.

"Ahead is the village of Koopis, where a company of the 1077th Infantry Regiment is stationed."

Hearing Panfilov's words, Lin Jun observed the mud in the field: the place covered by turf was fine, and it was estimated that the team of 500 people walked back and forth in two or three columns, that is, the upper of the shoe was flooded; A foot on a bare plough can carry at least a kilogram of mud, and this is still the case without trampling on it, and a person passing through it.

In such ground conditions, from a place covered with turf, one or two off-road vehicles are okay, but more is full of big potholes, and such an area cannot be counted on at all, a little east and west are pitiful; As for the cultivated land, the tank is estimated to be able to pass, but it will not run much faster. The ditches between those cultivated fields have to be stepped on as long as the tank is pressed up, and when the track slips, the original design ability to cross the trench is estimated to be half good, so you have to lie down in the small ditch!

If only the garrison was transferred, if the tanks were allowed to go to the fullest, they would all become targets for German anti-tank guns and assault guns!

The two villages were connected by a mechanized road parallel to the railway line, and the soldiers filled in the large pits that had been crushed by the vehicles with everything they could find that would not turn into mud, and in many places there were logs: this was an agricultural area, and there were no large woods, only a few trees near the settlements: they were almost cut down and became materials for building roads.

"We've been building roads all this time, but that's the condition, and I guess the Germans are the same. This time, a lot of bundles of firewood were collected, and when the time came, they were spread all the way by car, which was faster than the speed of repairing the railway. (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.) )