What Guchakov was most worried about was that after he made a combat plan, Samoilov would drag himself back. Now after hearing his statement, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He turned around to face Pradonov again: "Comrade Captain, can you contact the Ignatov brothers guerrillas now?"

"My radio operator is not here," Pradonov replied very simply, "If you want to contact Ignatov and the others, you need to go back to our camp."

"If you don't mind, you can use our radio station to send a newspaper to the Ignatov brothers guerrillas." Guchakov considered that this round and round would take a lot of time, so he took the initiative to suggest to the other party: "Our radio operator will cooperate with you."

"Okay." When Pradonov saw that the other party offered to let him use the radio station here, he was not polite. He walked behind the radio operator and told the other party about the band and contact code of the Ignatov brothers. When the radio operator started sending a message from Didi, he turned his head and asked Guchakov who was standing aside: "Comrade Commander, what should we say on the telegram?"

Guchakov was silent for a moment and said to Pratonov: "Comrade Captain, tell them that we are about to take an offensive action behind enemy lines and ask them to assemble as many troops as possible. As for the specific combat plan, we will rush over and discuss with them later."

"Comrade Commander," Pradonov gasped and reminded the other party: "Their camp is dozens of kilometers away from us. Even if they ride horses, they will have to wait until dawn to arrive. Moreover, there are only three horses in our camp, and we cannot meet the needs of the troops."

After hearing the difficulties raised by Pradonov, Guchakov smiled faintly and then said, "Comrade Captain, have you forgotten that we have three armored vehicles outside, and it only takes two or three hours to rush dozens of kilometers away."

After Guchakov reminded him, Pradonov immediately remembered that the other party was riding in an armored vehicle in the early morning of yesterday to sneak attack the German field airport. If he took an armored vehicle to the friendly station later, it would not take long. He nodded and dictated the content of the telegram to the radio operator.

After sending the telegram, waiting less than ten minutes, the call from the Ignatov brothers guerrillas arrived. The above content is very simple: "Who is the instructions to take an offensive action behind enemy lines?"

After reading the contents of the telegram, Pradonov turned his attention to Guchakov and asked awkwardly: "Comrade Commander, how should I reply to them?"

Guchakov really didn't expect the other party to ask this question. How to reply was indeed a bit embarrassing, because even if he reported his name, the other party might not know. He hesitated for a while and said to the radio operator: "Call Sokov, the commander of the 41st Division of the Guards, was the order of Colonel Sokov, the commander of the 41st Division of the Guards! Yes, just reply to the other party." When he asked the radio operator to send a message, he thought to himself that the other party must have no idea who the division commander Sokov was. If it really doesn't work, he would have to move Commander Cuikov out by then.

However, the situation seemed not as bad as Guchakov imagined. This time, the call came in less than five minutes, and the above asked briefly: "Is Colonel Sokov who is sticking to Mamayev's hill?"

Seeing that the other party knew that his troops were standing by Mamayev's post, Guchakov was stunned and quickly ordered the radio operator: "Reply: Yes, the troops commanded by Colonel Sokov are tenaciously standing at Mamayev's post."

After this message was sent, there was only one sentence on the new call: "The Ignatov brothers guerrillas are looking forward to your arrival!"

After reading this concise call back, Guchakov finally put down the huge rock in his heart, turned his head to Pradonov and said, "Comrade Captain, the other party has agreed. Can we set off now?"

"Yes." After Pradonov agreed, he asked tentatively: "Does our guerrillas need to cooperate in this operation?"

The attack location chosen by Guchakov was dozens of kilometers away. If Pradonov had more guerrillas under him, he might agree to let them participate in the battle. But at this moment he could only shake his head and say in a regretful tone: "No need, comrade captain, you have too few guerrillas with combat effectiveness. If they are all transferred away, who will carry out the struggle behind enemy lines here? You bring a soldier to follow us. After all, the comrades of the Ignatov brothers guerrillas do not know us. If you are there, many things will be much more convenient."

"Captain," Samoilov and others said, immediately interrupted and asked, "I want to ask, is it necessary to carry out the mission this time, to act as a whole or to send only a part of the team members?"

"Lt. Samoilov, this is a very suitable hidden place. Even if we are exposed, we can quickly transfer to the guerrilla camp." Guchakov had long considered how to allocate personnel. When he heard Samoilov ask, he said with a reply: "You bring ten soldiers here to stay and deal with the enemies in the village. I will take the rest to meet with the comrades of the Ignatov brothers."

Ten minutes later, Pratonov, who was wearing German uniforms, sat on the same armored vehicle as Guchakov and headed towards the Ignatov brothers' guerrillas tens of kilometers away. Three armored vehicles drove out from the entrance of the village. After seeing this, the Ukrainian soldiers standing guard immediately ran to report to the German corporal who was sleeping in the house: "Mr. Corporal, the unit living in the barn has left the village again."

"I know, I know." The German corporal who was disturbed by sleeping waved his hand on the Ukrainian soldiers who reported the news and said dissatisfiedly: "They will go out in the middle of the night and must be carrying out some important tasks. You should hurry up and continue to stand guard. There is nothing important. Don't disturb me again, otherwise I will be careful that I will deal with you."

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There is a moon in the sky, and you can see the road clearly without any lighting tools. But Guchakov and his team were wearing German uniforms and German armored vehicles. In the area occupied by the German army, they naturally moved forward with their headlights on, without any worries about being discovered by the enemies along the way.

Although Guchakov and others were confident, Pradonov was unsure. When he saw the armored vehicle turning on the lights on the road, he asked Guchakov hesitantly: "Comrade Commander, we will not reveal our identity when we are swaggering in the German-occupied area like this, right?"

Taflin, who was sitting in front, heard Pratonov's question, quickly turned his head and said to Pratonov: "Don't worry, comrade captain, we are wearing German uniforms. Even if the enemy finds us, he still thinks that some small team carrying out the mission will not arouse suspicion. But if we don't turn on the lights while we are marching, it will arouse the enemy's suspicion."

"So that's how it is," Pradonov nodded slightly and said embarrassedly: "I just said why are you so bold and dare to move forward with your headlights on the enemy's territory..."

"Comrade Captain, I want to correct you a mistake." Guchakov said unexpectedly: "This is our territory, but it is temporarily occupied by the enemy. We will sooner or later take it back from them."

"Yes, yes, you're right." Pradonov realized that he had said the wrong thing, so he quickly took out his handkerchief from his pocket, took off the helmet from his head, wiped the sweat that did not exist at all, and changed the topic and said, "The weather was so hot this night."

"Comrade Captain," Guchakov couldn't help laughing when he heard Pratonov's words: "I guess the temperature at night is already below zero. It seems that your physique is really afraid of heat."

"Yes, right, I'm really afraid of heat." Pradonov quickly echoed: "Every summer, I have never done my sweat." After pausing for a moment, he asked tentatively, "Comrade Commander, I want to ask, where do you plan to organize the guerrillas to attack?"

Guchakov doesn't know how many guerrillas can gather now, so he is unable to formulate a specific combat plan. When he heard Pradonov ask, he could only say vaguely: "Comrade Captain, don't worry. The specific combat plan, when we arrive at the place, I will tell you in front of everyone."

Pradonov knew that Guchakov would definitely not tell him the specific combat plan before he arrived at his destination, so he closed his mouth tactfully, turned his head to look at the woods and fields passing by the car, and secretly guessed in his heart where Guchakov would launch an offensive operation against the German army.

After about two hours, Pradonov suddenly pointed to the front and said to Guchakov: "Comrade Commander, the Ignatov brothers' guerrillas' station is in the woods in front, no more than two kilometers away from here."

"Stop!" Guchakov immediately issued an order to stop after learning that the guerrillas were stationed in front.

"Captain," Taflin asked Guchakov in confusion after seeing the three armored vehicles stopping on the roadside one by one, "Why do we need to park here? There are about two kilometers left."

"Sergeant, look at what you are wearing?" Guchakov said lightly: "I don't want the convoy to drive over rashly, and then beheaded to death by the comrades of the guerrillas as a German." Guchakov's words reminded Tavlin, and his face suddenly turned red with shame.

Guchakov ignored Taflin and said to Pradonov: "Comrade Captain, let's stay here, let me go with you."

The accompanying Tolb had been here once, and was very familiar with the terrain, so he became the unscrupulous guide. He walked in front of Guchakov and Pradonov. He walked very fast at first, but as soon as he entered the woods, he slowed down and looked around while walking, as if observing something.

"Turb, what are you doing?" Seeing Turb leading the way, Pradonov was dissatisfied and quickly questioned the other party: "According to your way of walking, we can't get to the camp until dawn."

"Comrade Captain," Tolb stopped and turned to explain to Pratonov and Guchakov: "The comrades of the Ignatov brothers like to browse mines near the camp before nightfall. If we break through the ground, we may step on landmines."

When Pradonov learned that there might be mines on the road ahead, he stopped urging Tolbu. After all, it is not in a hurry now. If you really accidentally step on the mines of the guerrillas, it would be too unfair.

"Hey, stop!" While the three of them were walking forward, they suddenly heard a low voice from behind a tree: "Command!"

Hearing a sound in front of him, Guchakov and others immediately flashed behind the tree to prevent the opponent's gun from getting fired and causing unnecessary accidental injury. After the three of them hid, Tolbu shouted to the front: "Hey, I am Tolbu of the Pratonov guerrillas, who are you?"

"Torbu?!" The other party seemed to know Toorbu. After hearing him report to his house, he hesitated for a moment, and then asked back: "What are you doing here at this time?"

"Torb," Guchakov hid not far from Tortb. After hearing the other party's question, he quickly rushed to Tortb and said, "Tell the other party that we had sent them a newspaper in two hours!"

After hearing this, Tolbu nodded vigorously, and then shouted at the sentry hiding position: "Our commander sent you two hours ago!"

The sentry had obviously received a notice from his superiors. When he heard the news about Tolbu's report, he immediately lowered his gun, walked out from behind the hiding tree, and said to the location where Tolbu was: "Come out, Tolbu, I am also doing official duties." Seeing that the sentry had already put down his gun, Guchakov and others also walked out from behind the tree and followed Tolbu forward.

The sentry who had just relaxed his vigilance suddenly saw three people wearing German uniforms walking towards him, and hurriedly raised their guns: "Stop, stop immediately. If you don't stop, I will shoot!"

"What's wrong with you?" Seeing that the sentry suddenly turned against each other, the three of them stopped at the same time. Tolbu asked in confusion: "Can't you hear my voice?"

Hearing the familiar voice in front of him, the sentry immediately understood that the people wearing German uniforms were all their own people, so he lowered his gun again and said with lingering fear: "You are wearing German uniforms, which really scared me."

When Guchakov and others came to him, the sentry raised his hand and saluted them an unstandard military salute, and said respectfully: "Hello, two commanders, comrades! The captain has greeted me and said that you will arrive here soon, so that our soldiers on duty will pay attention to observation..."

"Okay, Comrade Warrior, stop talking." Guchakov found that the sentry was a little raspy, and was afraid that he would not finish talking, so he quickly stopped him: "You might as well take us to see your captain first."
Chapter completed!