Red Moscow

  Chapter 549

  After making the call, Sokov saw the face of the operator sitting beside him covered in blood, and said to him with concern, "Comrade operator, you are injured, hurry up to the basement and get bandaged."

   "Comrade Brigadier," the radio operator looked at Sokov and asked worriedly: "If I leave, how will you communicate with the outside?"

"This is my business, so you don't have to worry about it." Sokov helped him stand up without any explanation, pushed him to walk a few steps towards the entrance of the basement, and continued: "Your first task now is to go to the basement. wrap the wound."

After the radio operator left, Sokov sat on the rubble, looked up at the Soviet-German Air Force that was still fighting in the air, and secretly thought: Did I play too much today, first the tank assaulted the enemy's regiment commander The Ministry, followed by the air force and the enemy to compete for air supremacy, and then repelled the enemy's attack in the factory area. Wouldn't such a big movement really arouse Paulus' vigilance and suspicion?

   Sokov checked the radio station and found that it was not damaged. He wanted to contact Raisa or Khostnikov, but he didn't know how to use it after fiddling with it for a long time. Just when he was staring blankly, he suddenly heard a familiar voice: "Misha, Misha, where are you?"

   Hearing that it was Assia calling him, Sokov quickly stood up and shouted in the direction of the voice, "Assia, I'm here."

Assia saw clearly where Sokov was, walked over quickly, and said in a reproachful tone: "Misha, you are injured, why don't you come and bandage it? If it wasn't for the operator's mention, I would still I do not know."

Seeing that Assia cared so much about him, Sokov smirked twice, and reached out to touch his forehead, but as soon as he raised his hand, Assia grabbed it: "How can you use your hands? Your hands It’s so dirty, the wound will become infected if you touch it.” Then, he reached out and took off the helmet on Sokov’s head, cleaned the wound with alcohol, applied iodine, and wrapped it carefully with gauze, and said: "Don't get water on the wound for the next two days, it's just some skin trauma, it will be fine in a few days."

After finishing speaking, Assia put the rest of the things back into the medicine box, stood up, leaned over and kissed Sokov on the face, and said softly: "Honey, I went to take care of the wounded, you should pay more attention Safety."

   "I know." Sokov nodded, and said to Asiya with a smile: "There are so many wounded, and they all depend on you and a few health workers in the factory to take care of them. You should pay more attention to your health and don't get exhausted."

  Not long after Assia left, Briski hurried over and shouted as he ran, "Comrade Brigadier, where are you? Comrade Brigadier, where are you?"

   "Here I am!" Sokov stood up and shouted at him.

  Bliski ran over upon hearing the sound, saw the bandages wrapped around Sokov's head, and asked in surprise, "Comrade Brigadier, why are you injured?"

"A bomb dropped by an enemy plane exploded not far away, and the splashed bricks hit my head." Sokov put the helmet on his head while talking, and asked: "What's the matter?" ?"

"Comrade Brigadier," the expression on Briski's face became serious: "In today's battle, 25 people from my battalion were killed and 41 were injured, and there are less than 80 soldiers left who can continue to fight today. Personally. If the Germans launch another attack on this scale, I fear that we will lose our position."

Sokov knew that the number mentioned by Briski did not include the militiamen in the assembly workshop. Although these people were very brave on the battlefield, because they had no special military training and little combat experience, their combat effectiveness was almost can be ignored. Without the help of the regular army, the Germans only need to make a charge like just now, which is enough to break through their defensive positions.

He raised his hand and patted Briski on the shoulder twice, comforting him and said: "Don't worry, Comrade Captain, before the battle started, I contacted Mamayev Gang and asked them to send a battalion over to support us."

"Send a battalion over to support us?" Briski couldn't help but his eyes lit up when he heard this, and then he said excitedly: "Comrade Brigadier, the strength of the first battalion is now the largest in the whole brigade, and there are probably more than 600 people. With their support, I believe that there should be no problem in defending the assembly workshop."

  Although Sokov was smiling, his heart was bleeding. He was ordered to lead the fourth battalion to defend the factory. As a result, only a few days later, two-thirds of the troops were killed or injured. The first battalion came here, and it is estimated that it will be wiped out in a few days.

  Blisky noticed the strangeness on Sokov's face, and couldn't help asking curiously: "Comrade Brigadier, what are you thinking, you seem to be preoccupied."

"It's like this, Comrade Captain." Sokov did not say what he was worried about, but forced a smile and said: "Comrade Commander just told me on the phone that he is going to send us a mixed regiment to assist us. We stand our ground."

"A regiment!" Briski's eyeballs almost fell to the ground, "Comrade Brigadier, may I ask, is this regiment fully formed?" When he asked this, his eyes were fixed on Sokov , eager to get the answer you want.

  Unexpectedly, Sokov shook his head and replied: "Comrade Captain, I think you may be disappointed. This mixed regiment only has more than 400 people. It should be the remnants of those divisional units that retreated to the rear for rest."

A disappointed expression flashed across Briski's face, and he quickly regained his composure: "Comrade Brigadier, under the current circumstances, every soldier is precious. Don't say that the superior sent us Four hundred people, even if we only send forty people, our confidence in holding the position is much greater than now."

  A soldier ran over in a hurry and reported to Sokov: "Comrade Brigadier Commander, there is a troop coming towards us, and the leader seems to be the political commissar."

"What, the team is led by the political commissar?" Sokov couldn't help being taken aback when he heard the soldier's report. According to his idea, Witkov sent the first battalion over, maybe he led the team, or maybe Captain Vanya led the team. team, but never dreamed that the person leading the team was Belkin, the political commissar. In order to find out what was going on, he asked: "Comrade soldier, you read right?"

   "That's right, Comrade Brigadier Commander." The soldier said in an affirmative tone: "The political commissar used to come to the camp to give us political propaganda. I may be wrong about others, but the political commissar will never admit it."

After confirming that the commander leading the team was Political Commissar Belgin, Sokov shook his head at Briski and said, "Let's go, Comrade Captain, let's meet the Political Commissar together and let the new troops replace yours as soon as possible." defense."

  (end of this chapter)