"Assistant military doctor," Sokov held Jenna's hand and said pleaded: "The wounded is one of my old subordinates. You must let him survive, please!"
Jenna stared at Sokov's eyes and said firmly: "Don't worry, comrade brigade commander, I will do my best to make him survive."
After watching Jenna walk into the tent, Sokov turned to Zubu standing beside him and said, "Comrade Sergeant, you will take a few soldiers later to bring Nurse Vera back. The old man once told me that there were Germans nearby and that the villagers who treated Romanov's injuries were killed. You should be vigilant when you go, do you understand?"
After hearing this, Zubu nodded, looked at Churxin again, and then said, "Comrade Brigade Commander, can you let Comrade Churxin go with us? If there is a machine gun, even if we encounter an enemy, the chance of escape will be greatly improved."
"Yes." Sokov nodded in agreement with Zubu's request and said to Churxin: "Curxin, take your machine gun team and return to the village with Sergeant Zubu."
After Sokov and Zub, Churxin and others left, they walked towards the brigade command.
The guard company commander Bobricov stood outside the tent and spoke to Second Lieutenant Zhukowen. Seeing Sokov coming, the two immediately stopped talking, stood at attention and raised their hands to salute Sokov.
"Comrade Brigade Commander," Bobricov asked tentatively, "I heard that you brought back a wounded man from our army from the nearby village?"
"Yes, I did bring back a wounded man." Sokov understood that Bobricov would not ask about this for no reason, so he asked back: "What are you asking about this?"
Bobricov's eyes unconsciously looked at Zhu Kewen: "I heard from Lieutenant Zhu Kewen that he saw you bring a wounded person back with his own eyes and sent him directly to the field hospital. I was wondering, could it be a big man who came?"
"Not a big shot." Sokov knew very well. Perhaps Zhu Kewen had wishful thinking that he was a big shot, otherwise he would not have sent someone to the field hospital in person. He explained: "That is an old subordinate of mine. After being disbanded a few months ago, I thought he had sacrificed. Unexpectedly, he met him unexpectedly today and brought him back. By the way, Comrade Lieutenant," he said to Zhu Kewen, "The wounded is Roman Lov."
"What, is Romanlov?" Hearing Sokov say this, Zhu Kewen's chin almost hit the ground: "How could it be him? I thought he had died long ago."
"I thought he had sacrificed, but I didn't expect him to be alive. This is really God's blessing." Sokov raised his hand and patted Zhukovin's shoulder, continuing: "I remember that your relationship with Romanov seems to be pretty good. You can go and see him when you have time."
"Comrade Brigade Commander," Zhu Kewen asked carefully: "I wonder how his injuries are?"
"He had bandages wrapped around his head, shoulders and legs," Sokov said. "But I'm not a doctor. I don't know what the situation is."
Sokov said a few briefly and walked into the tent.
"Comrade Brigade Commander, you are back!" Seeing Sokov come in, Karsokov asked anxiously: "How is it, have you found the doctor?"
Hearing Karsokov's question, Sokov shook his head with a wry smile and said, "I took people to the hospital in the town, but there were no people inside, neither medical staff nor patients. I don't know if it was evacuated or went to somewhere else."
After Sokov finished speaking, he sighed softly and said, "Oh, it's a pity."
"By the way, has the headquarters responded to the call?" Sokov was worried that Karsokov didn't understand what he was asking, and he emphasized specifically: "It's about sending medical staff to us to enrich the field hospital?"
"Not yet." Karsokov shook his head and said with a dismay: "I think the headquarters may not have the energy to consider our request yet. After all, today's war is extremely fierce, and they are thinking about how to smash the enemy's attack."
"How is the situation with our wings?"
"The Borodino Heights on the left wing have been occupied by the German army, and the Far East Red Flag Division in the defense sub-district was forced to retreat." Karsokov's expression became extremely serious: "Our left wing has been exposed to the enemy, and it seems that we must prepare early."
The original defense line of the infantry brigade was parallel to the defense line of the left and right wings, so the three battalions deployed on the front line of positions were all directly west. Now with the retreat of friendly forces on the left, the flanks of the first battalion were at risk of being attacked by the German army.
"It seems that it is necessary for us to strengthen the flanks of the first battalion to avoid them from being attacked by the Germans."
"Comrade Brigade Commander," Belkin, who had been silent for a long time, asked, "How do you plan to strengthen the flanking defense of the first battalion?"
"It's very simple," Sokov said: "Immediately form the Fourth Battalion and deploy it on the left wing of the first battalion to guard against the possible attacks that the Germans may launch from the left wing." After saying this, he turned to Karsokov, "Do you have a suitable candidate for the Chief of Staff and the Battalion Commander of the Fourth Battalion?"
"Yes, comrade comrade brigade commander." Karsokov said confidently: "There is a commander from the 38th Infantry Division of the 19th Army. He once served as battalion commander. I think it is undoubtedly the most appropriate for him to serve as battalion commander of the Fourth Battalion."
"Is it really suitable?" Sokov asked back.
"Yes." Karsokov replied in a positive tone: "We have reviewed him, there is no problem."
Since Karsokov said that the other party had already undergone review, he simply asked: "What is his name and what military rank?"
"Vasia, the rank of major!"
"Very good." Sokov knew very well that any major in the 16th, 19th and 20th armies had older qualifications than him. There should be no problem with such a person as the battalion commander, so he said readily: "Then let Major Vasia serve as the battalion commander of the Fourth Battalion."
"Do you need to call him over?" Karsokov asked.
"Of course," Sokov said with a smile: "Since he has been appointed as the battalion commander of the Fourth Battalion, I have to meet him. Otherwise, if I meet the battalion commander of the Fourth Battalion in the future, I may not recognize him."
Karsokov walked to the door of the tent, called a soldier, and told him to go to the reserve team to call Major Vasia over.
"Chief of Staff," Sokov continued to ask, "What's going on with our right?"
"The focus of the attack of the right-wing enemy is mainly to seize Volokoramsk from the 316th Infantry Division, so the battle revolves around the city's scramble." Karsokov reported to Sokov: "The 1073rd Infantry Regiment bordering our defense zone has not yet fought any battle."
When Sokov heard Karsokov say this, he couldn't help but shake his head repeatedly, thinking that there was a fool in the Germans who was commanding and only concentrated his troops to attack a little. Wouldn't he be worried that his wings would be attacked by the Soviet army?
"Assistant military doctor," Sokov held Jenna's hand and said pleaded: "The wounded is one of my old subordinates. You must let him survive, please!"
Jenna stared at Sokov's eyes and said firmly: "Don't worry, comrade brigade commander, I will do my best to make him survive."
After watching Jenna walk into the tent, Sokov turned to Zubu standing beside him and said, "Comrade Sergeant, you will take a few soldiers later to bring Nurse Vera back. The old man once told me that there were Germans nearby and that the villagers who treated Romanov's injuries were killed. You should be vigilant when you go, do you understand?"
After hearing this, Zubu nodded, looked at Churxin again, and then said, "Comrade Brigade Commander, can you let Comrade Churxin go with us? If there is a machine gun, even if we encounter an enemy, the chance of escape will be greatly improved."
"Yes." Sokov nodded in agreement with Zubu's request and said to Churxin: "Curxin, take your machine gun team and return to the village with Sergeant Zubu."
After Sokov and Zub, Churxin and others left, they walked towards the brigade command.
The guard company commander Bobricov stood outside the tent and spoke to Second Lieutenant Zhukowen. Seeing Sokov coming, the two immediately stopped talking, stood at attention and raised their hands to salute Sokov.
"Comrade Brigade Commander," Bobricov asked tentatively, "I heard that you brought back a wounded man from our army from the nearby village?"
"Yes, I did bring back a wounded man." Sokov understood that Bobricov would not ask about this for no reason, so he asked back: "What are you asking about this?"
Bobricov's eyes unconsciously looked at Zhu Kewen: "I heard from Lieutenant Zhu Kewen that he saw you bring a wounded person back with his own eyes and sent him directly to the field hospital. I was wondering, could it be a big man who came?"
"Not a big shot." Sokov knew very well. Perhaps Zhu Kewen had wishful thinking that he was a big shot, otherwise he would not have sent someone to the field hospital in person. He explained: "That is an old subordinate of mine. After being disbanded a few months ago, I thought he had sacrificed. Unexpectedly, he met him unexpectedly today and brought him back. By the way, Comrade Lieutenant," he said to Zhu Kewen, "The wounded is Roman Lov."
"What, is Romanlov?" Hearing Sokov say this, Zhu Kewen's chin almost hit the ground: "How could it be him? I thought he had died long ago."
"I thought he had sacrificed, but I didn't expect him to be alive. This is really God's blessing." Sokov raised his hand and patted Zhukovin's shoulder, continuing: "I remember that your relationship with Romanov seems to be pretty good. You can go and see him when you have time."
"Comrade Brigade Commander," Zhu Kewen asked carefully: "I wonder how his injuries are?"
"He had bandages wrapped around his head, shoulders and legs," Sokov said. "But I'm not a doctor. I don't know what the situation is."
Sokov said a few briefly and walked into the tent.
"Comrade Brigade Commander, you are back!" Seeing Sokov come in, Karsokov asked anxiously: "How is it, have you found the doctor?"
Hearing Karsokov's question, Sokov shook his head with a wry smile and said, "I took people to the hospital in the town, but there were no people inside, neither medical staff nor patients. I don't know if it was evacuated or went to somewhere else."
After Sokov finished speaking, he sighed softly and said, "Oh, it's a pity."
"By the way, has the headquarters responded to the call?" Sokov was worried that Karsokov didn't understand what he was asking, and he emphasized specifically: "It's about sending medical staff to us to enrich the field hospital?"
"Not yet." Karsokov shook his head and said with a dismay: "I think the headquarters may not have the energy to consider our request yet. After all, today's war is extremely fierce, and they are thinking about how to smash the enemy's attack."
"How is the situation with our wings?"
"The Borodino Heights on the left wing have been occupied by the German army, and the Far East Red Flag Division in the defense sub-district was forced to retreat." Karsokov's expression became extremely serious: "Our left wing has been exposed to the enemy, and it seems that we must prepare early."
The original defense line of the infantry brigade was parallel to the defense line of the left and right wings, so the three battalions deployed on the front line of positions were all directly west. Now with the retreat of friendly forces on the left, the flanks of the first battalion were at risk of being attacked by the German army.
"It seems that it is necessary for us to strengthen the flanks of the first battalion to avoid them from being attacked by the Germans."
"Comrade Brigade Commander," Belkin, who had been silent for a long time, asked, "How do you plan to strengthen the flanking defense of the first battalion?"
"It's very simple," Sokov said: "Immediately form the Fourth Battalion and deploy it on the left wing of the first battalion to guard against the possible attacks that the Germans may launch from the left wing." After saying this, he turned to Karsokov, "Do you have a suitable candidate for the Chief of Staff and the Battalion Commander of the Fourth Battalion?"
"Yes, comrade comrade brigade commander." Karsokov said confidently: "There is a commander from the 38th Infantry Division of the 19th Army. He once served as battalion commander. I think it is undoubtedly the most appropriate for him to serve as battalion commander of the Fourth Battalion."
"Is it really suitable?" Sokov asked back.
"Yes." Karsokov replied in a positive tone: "We have reviewed him, there is no problem."
Since Karsokov said that the other party had already undergone review, he simply asked: "What is his name and what military rank?"
"Vasia, the rank of major!"
"Very good." Sokov knew very well that any major in the 16th, 19th and 20th armies had older qualifications than him. There should be no problem with such a person as the battalion commander, so he said readily: "Then let Major Vasia serve as the battalion commander of the Fourth Battalion."
"Do you need to call him over?" Karsokov asked.
Chapter completed!