The wheels were rolling, and the sound of steel wheels crashing against the rails kept the fighters from sleeping. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info Maybe this noise is just an auxiliary, and the most difficult thing for comrades to calm down is that tomorrow they may be thrown into the front-line fierce battle!

Some time ago, the troops were assembled, and some of the news from the front will also reach the ears of the soldiers, knowing that at present, the Western Front is fighting with the fascists in Minsk, and the battle has entered a white heat from the very beginning! After the 87th Division received an order from the Front to reinforce Minsk, the comrades were ready to sacrifice for the country!

No one is afraid of death, that is false, but fear and worry are in vain, in the great wheel of war everyone is just a small drop of water in the Volga waves, and the wise decision is to face their mission calmly.

Pavlov was not afraid of death, and the dozen or so eighteen- and nineteen-year-old boys under his command were not afraid of sacrifice, but were eagerly looking forward to the battle! As a veteran of the liberation army, Pavlov told young people: "The more you are afraid of death, the more bullets will find you!" If your life is at risk, the bullets will hide from you! ”

"The bullet that killed me hasn't been made yet!" Glushchenko had a fearless optimism. Alexandrov is even more desperate, for the battle he is about to participate in, there is a great "to die in the sky, not to die for thousands of years!" As a result, Pavlov reprimanded him for being incomplete: "You want to join the party with this attitude? 10,000 years later! ”

Although he was somewhat dissatisfied with the ignorance of his subordinates, the sergeant did not doubt the loyalty of the lads to the Soviet Motherland, believing that they would all be valiant fighters in battle, and would soon mature themselves.

At midnight, there are few lights on the Belarusian plain, and even the farmsteads in the distance are largely shrouded in darkness, except for the brightly lit stations where the trains stop with water. Anti-aircraft guns and anti-aircraft machine gun positions could be seen in the distance, and the hustle and bustle of the station revealed a hint of tension and seriousness. There are always trains passing by, and they don't look like the military trains of their own troops, but probably trains transporting ammunition. There are also trains that are overtaken by their own trains, and the entire main railway line from Moscow to Minsk is running at full capacity, and the destinations seem to be near Minsk.

While stopping at an unknown station, a rare passenger train stopped at the nearby railway, a special train that had been evacuated from the west to transport the wounded.

The lights were on in the train, and Pavlov and the others gathered around the door, and clearly saw the wounded comrades in the opposite carriage - with broken legs, with their heads covered, and some of them could not be described at all: this moment made everyone on the military train see the cruelty of war for the first time!

Pavlov could clearly feel the thoughts of the wounded: they did not have a trace of fear, but only a faint repression, which is the momentum of a group of warriors who have experienced life and death. No one spoke, and no one asked the wounded who were close by: Where did you come from? How's the front? - It's all unnecessary nonsense, and I'll be there soon.

The train of the headquarters of the 87th Division had just passed through this small station, and Alexander Ilyich Rodimtsev clearly saw the special train for the wounded just now. He just glanced at it and turned his attention back to the map of Minsk on the table: as a commander who had participated in many battles, he knew what war was and had no fear of death.

As soon as we received a telegram from the Western Front and the Minsk City Defense Command, as soon as the 87th Division has completed its assembly in the east of Minsk, it will immediately go into battle, and the four infantry regiments in its hands will all be pressed to the front line in order to seize the central area of Minsk.

As a division commander who was still halfway there, Rodimtsev did not know how many troops there were in Minsk, but the situation was not very optimistic when he arrived and he went into battle from the moment he arrived, without leaving a single reserve. The 62nd Army has only been in operation for two days, and it will look like it has been thrown into a bloodthirsty bottomless pit, and its own division is completely going to plug holes!

Stuffing holes and filling meat grinders is not Rodimtsev's favorite way of fighting, but when the battle situation progresses to this point, it is not at all that his own small division commander can control the fate of his own troops - "The meat grinder is the meat grinder, see who has hard skin and thick meat!" ”

I unconsciously thought that at that meeting in the university town of Madrid, the deputy commander at that time would not retreat, and he was carried down and he was still there, fighting until the moment of final victory! Now the deputy commander-in-chief is in Minsk, and the feelings and trust built in a trench make him understand - even if only the last man is left, the deputy commander-in-chief will not abandon Minsk and hold it!

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Even if it was a military train, because of the busyness of the entire railway network, Pavlov was still far from Minsk by daybreak. The soldiers in the carriage staggered and rested at will, and after a night of stop-and-go, there was no problem with those ammunition boxes.

After dawn, Pavlov had several boxes of grenades unloaded, pried open and divided some for each person. They are all new wooden-handled grenades, which are the easiest to use, and everyone is not afraid to blow themselves up into the sky, and those empty boxes can be used as stools to sit on, which is much more comfortable than sitting flat on the floor of the carriage.

When they set out, they were reminded that there were no food supply points on the way, and the soldiers brought enough dry food to take out in the morning and eat at will, most of it was black bread, and a small number of canned food from the Americans were not willing to eat.

Pavlov himself was not so frugal, and the two large pieces of black bread in the bag did not move, but opened the can of American beef that was distributed to him, and gave some to the people next to him, and exchanged some bread from Chernogorov.

"Why keep it, who knows if there will be life to eat." At this time, Pavlov thought in his heart, but did not say: why did the black bread remain? When you are fighting, you have to rely on it to starve, and it is not the style of comrades to eat all your food to die!

At dawn, passing through a few curves, the head and tail of the train could be seen through the open door, and there was a car in front of it with anti-aircraft guns. From time to time, planes can be seen from afar in the sky, but there are no enemy planes, they are all their own planes, and most of them look like transport planes and bombers. As the distance approached, the frequency of seeing planes increased, and Minsk was not far away.

Finally arrived at a large station, the stop sign said Smorevich, and the soldiers who were familiar with Belarus told everyone: "There are still about forty or fifty kilometers from Minsk, and it is almost there." ”

The atmosphere of belligerence here was already very strong, and the comrades also saw many destroyed buildings near the station, which should be the traces of the bombing. There was no order to get out of the car from above, they were going directly to Minsk!

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