The armies transporting ammunition were bombed by Soviet aircraft. Not only were Sokov hidden nearby, but even the enemies in the city of Dym. The German road protection troops stationed a few kilometers away came first to try to rescue them. However, the burning flames of the army and the explosions from time to time made the German soldiers who came to rescue had to stay hundreds of meters away and sigh.
Not long after, ambulances, fire trucks, and armored vehicles and trucks loaded with soldiers also arrived. However, like the rescue troops that arrived earlier, they were blocked by the raging flames and could not move forward several hundred meters away. Seeing this situation, Vanya, who was hidden on the hills, asked Sokov in a low voice: "Comrade Battalion Commander, we have carried mortars. Do you see if you can bombard the enemy?"
Looking at the crowded enemies, Sokov had the idea of ​​bombing some of them with mortars. He dared not say that there were too many, and it was still no problem to eliminate 180 enemies. But then he thought, if the artillery was really fired, it was not equivalent to telling the enemy that there was a Soviet army hidden near you. Once the whereabouts were exposed, if you want to cut off the German traffic line, the difficulty coefficient would increase exponentially. You must not lose the big one because of small things.
Therefore, Sokov refused Vanya's request without hesitation: "No, comrade Captain, we cannot fire the artillery, once we fire it, we will be exposed. You must know that our mission is to cut off the enemy's traffic line, and we cannot easily expose our army's strength until it is absolutely necessary."
Hearing Sokov say this, Vanya can only agree helplessly: "I understand."
Seeing that the German army would not take any action for the time being, Sokov left two soldiers to monitor the enemy. He took Vanya and the guard squad down the hill, returned to the camp, waiting for Brisky who was going to rescue the pilot and the others.
Although the four rows of the four rows led by Captain Brisky were familiar with the terrain of this area, it was not easy to find the crashed pilot in the vast forest. When they carried the pilot back to the camping site, it was almost evening.
In order to prevent Sokov from being anxious, Brisky rushed back to report to him: "Comrade Major, we have found the pilot..."
Sokov saw several soldiers carrying a stretcher in the distance, and there seemed to be a man lying on it. So before Brisky finished speaking, he interrupted the words behind him and asked anxiously: "Why is the pilot lying on the stretcher? Was he injured or sacrificed?"
Brisky quickly replied: "When the plane landed, her leg was injured. But don't worry, she is not in danger of life."
"It's good that there is no life danger. I believe that after treatment, he will be able to return to the blue sky soon." After Sokov said this casually, he suddenly realized that when Brisky mentioned the female pilot, he used "her" instead of "he" to call the other party. He asked in surprise: "Wait a minute, Comrade Captain, is the pilot a woman?"
"Yes, Major." Brisky nodded vigorously and replied affirmatively: "It's a female pilot. To be honest, this is the first time I know that there are lesbians among our pilots."
Sokov knew that during the Soviet Patriotic War, the Soviet army formed three women's combat aviation regiments, namely the 586th Fighter Regiment, the 587th Day Bomber Regiment, and the 588th Night Bomber Regiment. Among them, the 588th Flight Regiment, which carried out night bombing missions, was only equipped with the worst-performance Po-2 trainer aircraft, but they still made the Germans so much that they howled and were also named "Night Witch" by the enemy. Because he didn't know the time of the three Flight Regiment, he never cared about whether the pilots who provided cover for his troops in the air were men or women.
The stretcher was carried to Sokov. A female pilot with a round face who was originally lying on it struggled to sit upright, raised her hand to salute Sokov, and said, "Comrade Major, Lieutenant Olia of the 122nd Flight Brigade reported to you that the plane I was flying unfortunately crashing while carrying out a bombing mission. Thank you for sending someone to rescue me."
What the hell is the 122nd Flight Brigade? Hearing the number of troops reported by Lieutenant Olia, Sokov muttered in his heart: It seems that he has never heard of this army and should not be famous. In fact, Sokov is too ignorant. The 122nd Flight Brigade was established on October 8, 1941. After six months of rigorous flight training and aviation courses, the first batch of female pilots were assigned to three women's aviation regiments to serve as commanders at all levels. It is precisely because of such a flight elite that the newly formed women's aviation regiment can form combat effectiveness in the shortest time.
Sokov raised his hand and returned a greeting to Olia, who was sitting on the stretcher, and said to her: "Comrade Lieutenant, don't worry, I will send someone to the hospital in the rear as soon as possible."
"Thank you, Major." Olia was delighted at first when she heard Sokov say this, but then she showed a sad expression on her face: "It's a pity that my leg was very injured. I guess I will not be able to return to the blue sky within two or three months."
"Don't worry, Comrade Lieutenant, this battle will not end in a short while. If you want to return to the blue sky, you will have opportunities in the future." Sokov said to her casually in order to ease the atmosphere: "Maybe you will need to provide air support to our troops in the future."
Sokov's words made the expression on Olia's face relax. She looked at Sokov for a while and suddenly said, "Comrade Major, I know you!"
"Know me?" Sokov heard Olia say this, and quickly looked at the other person carefully, recalling in his mind where he had met the female pilot before. But after thinking for a long time, there was no clue at all. He could only shake his head and say regretfully: "I'm sorry, Comrade Second Lieutenant, I really can't remember where I've met you."
Seeing Sokov's confused look, Olyya couldn't help but laugh, and then said, "Comrade Major, our brigade went to the new station a few days ago. When passing a checkpoint, I saw you and your subordinates sitting on both sides of the road to rest."
After Olia reminded him, Sokov immediately remembered the buses with curtains on the window glass of the car, and asked in surprise: "Are you in the car at that time?"
Olia nodded vigorously and said with certainty: "Yes, our brigade's pilots are all on those buses."
After obtaining Olia's confirmation, Sokov finally figured out the "special force" that day, and it turned out to be the female pilots of the 122nd Flight Brigade. He couldn't help but ask curiously: "Comrade Lieutenant, how many planes do you have in one of the Flight Brigades?"
Olia did not directly answer Sokov's question, but said: "A battalion consists of three squadrons, three units form a flight squadron, and one unit has three aircraft. Comrade Major, do you calculate how many aircraft we have?"
"27 aircraft." How could such a simple math problem be difficult to resist Sokov? Almost as soon as Olia finished speaking, he accurately gave the standard answer.
"You are so awesome, you can guess the answer in one go."
"By the way, Comrade Lieutenant, I want to ask you." Sokov couldn't help asking again when he thought of the bombing scene he had witnessed, "How many excellent pilots are there in your flight brigade?"
"My flight skills can only be considered average, and there are more pilots than me." Olia said a little frustrated: "If my skills were stronger, I wouldn't have crashed today."
Sokov recalled that when Olia's plane was pulled up, black smoke came out from under the wings. He didn't know whether it was the German air defense artillery fire or the fragments of the bombed locomotive. In order to find out about this, Sokov turned his head and asked Brisky standing next to him: "Captain, do you know the reason for the plane crash?"
Brisky, on the hill, witnessed with Sokov how Olia's plane bombed the German army and how it fell into the forest. Therefore, when rescuing Olia, he specifically checked the damage to the plane. When he heard Sokov ask about this, he quickly replied: "After the locomotive was destroyed by a bomb, a huge steel plate splashed out and happened to be stuck on the fuselage, which caused the crash of the Second Lieutenant Olia's plane."
"Comrade Major," just as several people discussed how the plane was shot down by the debris of the locomotive, the voice of a female soldier came. Everyone turned their heads and saw that it was Maria, a female health worker in the health team. She walked to Sokov and said to him: "The military doctor heard that a wounded person came, and asked me to see if the wounded person was there."
"It's this female pilot who is injured in her leg." Sokov pointed his hand at Olia, who was sitting on the stretcher, and said to Maria: "Comrade Maria, you can take her back to the health team."
Maria nodded, and then ordered the soldiers carrying the stretcher: "Come with me." After that, he turned around and headed towards the location of the health team. The soldiers hurriedly carried the stretcher and followed.
"Lieutenant Olia," Sokov waved to Olia, who was gradually moving away, and said, "I wish you a better health!"
Olia sat on the stretcher, raised her hand and saluted Sokov and Brisky, and said excitedly: "Two commanders, thank you, I will always remember your kindness to me."
Chapter completed!