When he learned that Grissa was injured, Cidolin could no longer sit still. He walked to the door and ordered the soldiers standing at the door: "Comrade Soldier, go and invite the deputy division commander over, and say I have important things to come to him."
Sokov was surprised to hear what Cidolin said. It was not dawn yet, so what did you ask the deputy commander to come to the division headquarters? So when the other party entered the door, he asked curiously: "Comrade Chief of Staff, what are you looking for the deputy commander to do?"
"Comrade Commander, Grissa is our old subordinate." Sidolin explained to Sokov: "He is injured, and I, as the chief of staff, must go and see it. But there is no one in the division command center, so I want the deputy division commander to come and replace me."
Ivanov lived not far from the command center, and it came in just a few minutes. Because he walked too fast, he didn't have time to button up the hole in his military coat. Seeing Sokov and Cidolin sitting in the room, he hurriedly asked, "Teacher Commander, Chief of Staff, what happened?"
"Hello, comrade, deputy division commander!" Seeing Ivanov entering the door, Sidolin quickly stood up and said to him: "This is the situation. Lieutenant Grissa of the shrinking regiment was unfortunately touched a lightning and injured on the way back to Mamayev. The division commander had already ordered the health team to send someone to pick him up. When he was rescued, the division commander and I would visit him. You also know that no one in the division command center cannot be responsible, so I took the liberty to send someone to invite you."
"Lt. Grissa?" After hearing the name Sidolin said, Ivanov hesitated for a moment and asked tentatively: "Is it the last time that he led people to blow up the enemy's arsenal with rockets and obtained the search for Lieutenant Grissa?"
"Yes, it's him."
"Shouldn't he be in the Archives Building?" Ivanov asked in confusion after he waited for Sidolin to finish speaking: "Why did he suddenly return to Mamayev's hill?"
"That's right, comrade of the deputy division commander." Sokov took the conversation and said, "Didn't we just receive a batch of rockets? I planned to ask him to lead a team carrying rockets to go deep behind the enemy to attack the enemy's vital departments, so he called Commander Belkin and asked him to inform Grissa to return to the division headquarters as soon as possible. Unexpectedly, Lieutenant Grissa accidentally touched a lightning and was injured shortly after leaving the archives building."
After Sokov finished speaking, Ivanov was silent for a while before continuing: "Comrade Commander, the defense area of ​​our army is near the Archives Building. In other words, Lieutenant Grissa may have stepped on landmines buried by our own people."
"Comrade of the Deputy Division," Sidolin was anxious when he saw Ivanov's disapproval: "Is there any difference between stepping on the enemy's mines and stepping on our mines?"
"Of course there is a difference." Seeing that Cydolin's tone was dissatisfied, Ivanov said to him: "The mines used by the Germans are all iron-shelled mines. If anyone stepping on them, they will be seriously injured if they don't die. However, among the mines used by our army, there are many wooden-shelled mines. Even if they step on them accidentally, people may be injured, but they will not be in danger of life."
"Yes, the deputy division commander makes sense. Many of the landmines used by our army in the city are wooden mines, with limited lethality, and even if they step on them, they will not be fatal." Sidolin turned his head and said to Sokov: "Comrade Division commander, we may be too nervous. Maybe Lieutenant Grissa's injury is not important at all."
"Comrade Chief of Staff, the person who called you just now, didn't he say that Grissa was seriously injured?" Sokov opened his mouth and directly wiped out the glimmer of hope that had just emerged from Sidorin's heart. He said bluntly: "I just heard that Grissa was seriously injured, so I ordered the health team to send someone to pick him up."
After saying that, Sokov turned around and apologized to Ivanov: "Comrade Deputy Division Commander, I want to go to the health team with the Chief of Staff, and I will leave the matter here to you."
"Don't worry, comrade instructor." Ivanov said carelessly: "If you have anything that cannot be handled, I will call the health team to report to you."
Sokov and Sidolin came to the health team and happened to meet Asia who came out of the wounded ward. Seeing Sokov appear here, Asia was stunned, and then asked back: "Misha, what are you doing here?"
"Grissa is injured, and the Chief of Staff and I come to visit him."
"Grissa?!" Asia replied with a blank look on her face, "I know Grissa, but he is not among the wounded here."
"He was injured not long ago." Sokov spoke, and looked at Cidolin next to him with a side face. Seeing that he nodded slightly, he said that the health team had arranged for the health team to pick him up, he continued: "The Chief of Staff called the health team and asked you to send someone to pick him up."
"Wait a minute, I'll check the records." Asia walked to a wooden table leaning against the wall, picked up a notebook placed on it, looked through a few pages, nodded and said, "Yes, we did receive a call from the Chief of Staff, and had sent a team of six to the Archives Building to pick up Lieutenant Grissa."
"Asia." Cidolin asked cautiously, "I wonder when I can take Lieutenant Grissa over?"
"It's hard to say," Asia shook her head and said, "After all, it's too far from the Archives Building, and the road along the way is hard to walk. I guess it's about two or three hours at the earliest."
"What, it takes two or three hours?" Ciedolin widened his eyes in surprise: "Lieutenant Grissa was seriously injured. If it was delayed for so long, can he still be saved?"
"There is no way, Comrade Chief of Staff." Asia said helplessly to Sidolin's reaction: "The archives building is too far from us. Because the wounded people there cannot be sent back, they can only be sent directly to the temporary hospital of the Derzhinsky factory."
Sokov sat down at the wooden table first and greeted Cidolin: "Comrade Chief of Staff, it has happened, and it is useless for us to be anxious. Let's sit here and wait."
After the two sat down, Cidolin took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed them to Sokov: "Comrade, come and have a cigarette. I only have German cigarettes, so you can make do with it."
"Don't smoke!" Just as Sokov reached out to smoke a cigarette from Cidolin's cigarette box, Asia, who was standing beside him, suddenly said sternly: "The air here is not good. If you smoke again, you will consume a lot of limited oxygen."
"I'm sorry, Comrade Asia." When Sidolin heard Asia say this, he quickly stuffed the cigarette back into his pocket, apologized to Asia and said, "It's all my fault, please don't blame the commander." Asia snorted, turned around and walked into the wounded's ward.
"Comrade Commander," Sidolin lowered his voice to tease Sokov: "I think you are quite afraid of Asiya. When she yelled at us just now, I seemed to see you tremble."
Since Cidolin discovered that he had just lost his composure, Sokov could only laugh dryly and said a little embarrassedly: "Comrade Chief of Staff, this is not called fear of your wife, this is respect. Do you understand, respect!"
"I understand, I understand!" Cidolin said with a smile, "You are not afraid of your wife at all, you just respect."
After making a joke, Cidolin restrained the smile on his face and asked, "Comrade Commander, since Grissa is seriously injured, what should I do if I send a small team to the rear of the enemy?"
In fact, even if Sidolin did not mention this matter, Sokov also planned to discuss with Sidolin the team's commander. Among Sokov's many direct officers, Grissa is the best at commanding troops to carry out sabotage behind the enemy. As long as they carry enough rockets, they can turn the enemy's rear and completely disrupt the enemy's offensive deployment.
But what is unexpected is that Grissa would be so lucky that he would step on a landmine on the way back to Mamayev. You know, he had been walking on that road for a lot of time, but never had any accidents. Since Grissa could no longer accept this order, he could only consider replacing people.
Sokov thought about the grassroots commander he valued in his heart and barely picked out two candidates. However, he did not say it immediately, but looked at Cidolin and asked, "Comrade Chief of Staff, do you have a suitable candidate?"
"Comrade Commander," Cidolin thought about Sokov's question for a long time before saying carefully: "As you said, the candidates suitable for commanding the enemy's squads are only the downsized regiment of the Commander Belkin and the other three regiments of the Guard Division, who are really unable to do this task."
"Chief of Staff, do you have a suitable candidate?" Seeing that Sidolin did not say the answer he wanted to hear, Sokov repeated his question again.
Sidolin hesitated for a long time and finally spoke, "Look at the ninth company commander Lieutenant Guchakov, how about it?"
Among the two candidates Sokov had thought of, Guchakov. Seeing that Cidolin and himself had thought of a place, he nodded and said, "Chief of Staff, I think he is one of the right candidates."
When he heard his thoughts coincide with Sokov, Sidorin couldn't help but feel secretly happy. But when he heard Sokov's "one" he said, he was stunned and asked instinctively: "Comrade Commander, do you have another candidate?"
"Look at how about Lieutenant Samoilov in the Selyosha Company?" Since Sidolin was asking, Sokov simply spoke out another candidate in his heart: "This comrade is also very capable. It is a bit too incompetent to keep him in the division guard battalion and be a platoon leader."
Before Sidolin could express his opinion, Sokov heard a burst of rapid footsteps on the other end of the corridor. Another person kept shouting: "The wounded are here, please give in to the comrades in front!"
Sokov looked in the direction where the sound came and saw five or six people gathered with stretchers, heading towards his position. He saw the place where he and Sidolin were sitting, and occupied a lot of space in the corridor. He quickly stood up and leaned against the wall so that the stretcher could pass smoothly.
Because the light in the corridor was too dark, Sokov did not see the faces of the wounded on the stretcher clearly. He only saw black and red blood dripping from the stretcher, from the other end of the corridor to the large ward beside him, leaving a bloodline, and the empty corridor emitted a pungent smell of blood.
After Sidorin and other stretchers entered the next large ward, they said curiously: "It seems that there is no battle in our defense zone. Where did the wounded emerge from."
Sokov first thought that Grissa might be lying on the stretcher, but then he thought, it was unlikely. From the time he received the call, it was less than an hour since the time he was in full swing. The health team sent people to pick up the wounded, probably still on the way. Maybe the wounded was from a friendly position.
Sokov was thinking this way, and suddenly saw Asia coming out of the inside and said hurriedly to the two of them: "Lieutenant Grissa has been sent, why are you two still standing outside in a daze?"
"What, the stretcher I just entered was carried by Grissa?" Sokov asked in surprise: "Is it here so soon?"
"I have someone to carry the stretcher into the operating room and notify the military doctor to come for the operation." Asia said impatiently: "When the stretcher comes out, you can ask how they can come back so quickly." After that, Asia turned over and walked into the major ward.
Sokov and Sidolin walked through the large ward where hundreds of wounded were living, and came to the outside of the simple operating room separated by a piece of white cloth. They happened to see several stretchers coming out from inside. Sokov reached out to stop them and asked curiously: "Don't you go to the archives building to pick up the wounded? Why are you back so soon?"
The stretcher was a little angry when he saw someone blocking his way, but when he saw that the person blocking the road was a division commander, he quickly replied respectfully: "Report to the division commander, we just entered the factory area of ​​the Red October factory and encountered a truck carrying the injured. After we picked up the injured, we rushed back immediately."
"Truck, what truck?" Sokov asked.
"I asked the driver, he was pulling cinders for the factory. On the way, he met a comrade who sent Lieutenant Grissa, so he pulled him back." After answering Sokov's question, the stretcher straightened his body and asked, "Comrade Commander, are you allowed to leave?"
Shortly after the stretcher left, Asia opened the curtain and walked out, saying to Sokov: "Misha, Lieutenant Grissa has lost too much blood and needs a blood transfusion, but our plasma is almost running out."
"Comrade Commander, what should we do?" Sidolin asked Sokov anxiously when he heard Asia say this: "Even if we ask our superiors to send someone to send blood, it may not be too late."
"Asia, what blood type is Grissa?"
"Type A." Asia replied.
"Chief of Staff, it is definitely too late to send blood to the superior hospital." After figuring out Grissa's blood type, Sokov turned to Sidolin and said, "You call Selyosha immediately and ask him to bring all the warriors with type A blood type in the guard company and let them give Grissa a blood transfusion."
"I understand, I'll call Grissa now." After Sidolin said that, he immediately turned around and walked towards the room where the phone was on.
Chapter completed!