Red Moscow

  Chapter 777 Rescue (Part 1)

Knowing that Griza was injured, Sidolin couldn't sit still any longer. He walked to the door and told the soldiers standing at the door: "Comrade soldier, please go and invite Comrade Deputy Division Commander here, just say that I have something important to ask you." he."

  Sokov heard what Sidolin said, and felt very strange. It is not yet dawn, why did he ask the deputy division commander to come to the division headquarters? So, he waited for the other party to enter the door, and asked curiously: "Comrade Chief of Staff, what are you doing with the deputy division commander?"

"Comrade Commander, Griza is our old subordinate." Sidolin explained to Sukov: "He was wounded. As the chief of staff, I must go and see. But the division headquarters cannot be empty , so I want the deputy teacher to come and replace me."

  Ivanov lived not far from the headquarters, and he rushed over after only a few minutes. Because he walked in such a hurry, he didn't even have time to button up the hole of his military coat. Seeing Sokov and Sidolin sitting in the room, he quickly asked, "Master, Chief of Staff, what happened?"

"Hello, Comrade Deputy Division Commander!" Seeing Ivanov enter the door, Sidolin quickly got up and said to him: "The situation is like this. On the way back to Mamayev Post, Lieutenant Griza of the downsizing regiment unfortunately Injured by lightning. The division commander has ordered the health team to send someone to pick him up. When he is rescued, the division commander and I will visit him. As you know, no one is responsible in the division headquarters, so I took the liberty of sending Someone is going to invite you."

"Lieutenant Grisa?!" Hearing the name Sidolin said, Ivanov hesitated for a moment, and asked tentatively: "It was the last time I led people to blow up the enemy's arsenal with rockets and obtained the search results. Lieutenant Griza?"

   "That's right, it's him."

   "Shouldn't he be in the archives building?" Ivanov waited for Sidolin to finish speaking, and asked inexplicably, "Why did you suddenly return to Mamayev Post?"

"That's right, Comrade Deputy Division Commander." Sokov took over the conversation and said, "Didn't we just receive a batch of rockets? I plan to let him lead a small 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 Grisa to return to the division headquarters as soon as possible. Unexpectedly, not long after Lieutenant Grisa left the archives building, he was accidentally injured by a mine."

Ivanov was silent for a while after Sokov finished speaking, and then continued: "Comrade commander, the vicinity of the archives building is our army's defense zone, that is to say, Lieutenant Grisa may have stepped on us." Land mines planted by one's own people."

   "Comrade Deputy Division Commander," Sidolin couldn't help being a little anxious seeing Ivanov's disapproving look: "Is there any difference between stepping on the enemy's mines and stepping on our mines?"

"Of course there is a difference." Ivanov saw the dissatisfaction in Sidolin's tone, so he said to him: "The landmines used by the Germans are all iron shell mines. If anyone steps on them, they will be seriously injured if they don't die. But Among the landmines used by our army, there are quite a few wooden shell mines, even if you accidentally step on them, people may be injured, but they will not be life-threatening."

"That's right, Comrade Deputy Division Commander is right. Many of the landmines used by our army in the city are wooden shell mines, which have limited lethality. Even if they step on them, they are not easy to kill." Sidolin turned to Sokov and said : "Comrade commander, maybe we are too nervous, maybe Lieutenant Griza's injury doesn't matter at all."

"Comrade Chief of Staff, didn't the person who called you just now say that Griza is seriously injured?" As soon as Sokov spoke, he immediately extinguished the glimmer of hope that had just popped up in Sidolin's heart. He was not polite. Said: "I just heard that Griza was seriously injured, so I ordered the health team to send someone to pick him up."

   After finishing speaking, Sokov turned around and said apologetically to Ivanov: "Comrade deputy 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 Commander." Ivanov said carelessly: "If there is anything I can't handle, I will call the health team and report to you."

   Sokov and Sidolin came to the health team, just in time to meet Asiya who came out of the wounded ward. Seeing Sokov appearing here, Asiya couldn't help being taken aback, and then asked, "Misha, what are you doing here?"

   "Griza is injured. The Chief of Staff and I are here to visit him."

   "Griza?!" Asiya replied blankly, "I know Griza, but he is not among the wounded here."

"He was injured not long ago." When Sokov was speaking, he glanced sideways at Sidolin beside him, and saw that he nodded slightly to indicate that a health team had been arranged to pick him up. The team called and asked you to send someone to pick him up."

"Wait a minute, I'll check the records." Assia walked to a wooden table against the wall, picked up a book on it, flipped through a few pages, nodded and said, "Yes, We did get a call from the Chief of Staff, and a team of six has been dispatched to pick up Lieutenant Griza in the direction of the archives building."

   "Assia." Sidolin asked cautiously, "I don't know when Lieutenant Griza can be taken over?"

   "It's hard to say," Assia shook her head and said, "After all, it's too far from the archives building, and the road along the way is not easy to walk. I guess it will take two or three hours at the earliest."

   "What, it will take two or three hours?" Sidolin's eyes widened in surprise: "Lieutenant Griza was seriously injured. If it is delayed for such a long time, can he be saved?"

"No way, Comrade Chief of Staff." Regarding Sidolin's reaction, Assia said helplessly: "The archives building is too far away from us, and the wounded there can only be sent directly to the Czech Republic because they cannot be sent back. Makeshift hospital at the Irzhinsky factory."

   Sokov sat down at the wooden table first, and greeted Sidolin: "Comrade Chief of Staff, something has already happened, there is no use for us to worry, let's just sit here and wait."

  After the two sat down, Sidolin took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed it to Sokov: "Comrade commander, let's get some cigarettes. I only have German cigarettes, so you can make do."

"No smoking!" Just as Sokov reached out to take a cigarette out of Sidolin's cigarette case, Assia on the side suddenly said sharply: "The air here is not good, you smoke again , will consume a large amount of limited oxygen."

"I'm sorry, Comrade Assia." Hearing what Assia said, Sidolin quickly put the cigarettes back into his pocket, apologized to Assia and said, "It's all my fault, please don't blame the teacher." Assia snorted, turned and walked into the wounded ward.

   "Comrade Commander," Seeing Asiya leave, Sidolin lowered his voice and teased Sokov: "I think you seem to be afraid of Asiya. When she just yelled at us, I seemed to see you shiver."

  Since Sidolin realized his gaffe just now, Sokov could only laugh dryly, and said with some embarrassment: "Comrade Chief of Staff, this is not henpecking, it is respect. Do you understand, respect!"

   "I understand, I understand!" Sidolin suppressed a smile and said, "You are not afraid of your wife at all, you just respect it."

  After making a joke, Sidolin restrained the smile on his face and asked, "Comrade Commander, since Griza is seriously injured, what about sending a small team to the enemy's rear?"

  In fact, even if Sidolin didn’t mention this matter, Sokov planned to discuss with Sidolin about the commander of the squad. Among the many officers of Sokov's direct line, Griza is the best at commanding troops to wreak havoc in the enemy's rear. As long as they carry enough rockets, they can turn the enemy's rear upside down and completely disrupt the enemy's offensive deployment. .

   But what is unexpected is that Griza's luck will be so bad that he will step on a landmine on the way back to Mamayev Gang. You know, I have spent a lot of time on that road, but there has never been an accident. Since Griesa is no longer able to accept this order, he can only consider a substitution.

  Sokov thought about the grass-roots commanders he valued in his heart, and reluctantly picked two candidates. But he didn't say it immediately, but looked at Sidolin and asked, "Comrade Chief of Staff, do you have a suitable candidate?"

"Comrade Commander," Sidolin thought about Sukov's question for a long time before he said carefully: "As you said, the only person who is suitable for commanding a small unit behind the enemy is the reduced regiment of Commander Belkin. , the other three regiments of the Guards Division are really not up to the task."

   "Chief of Staff, do you have a suitable candidate?" Seeing that Sidolin didn't say the answer he wanted to hear, Sokov repeated his question again.

  Sidorin hesitated for a long time, and finally said: "Look at the Ninth Company Commander, Lieutenant Guchakov, how is it?"

   Guchakov was among the two candidates that Sokov had in mind. Seeing that Sidolin thought of something with himself at this moment, he nodded and said, "Chief of Staff, I also think he is one of the suitable candidates."

  Hearing that his thoughts coincided with Sokov's, Sidolin couldn't help feeling secretly happy. But when he heard Sukov say "one", he couldn't help being taken aback, and asked instinctively, "Comrade commander, do you have another candidate?"

"What do you think of Second Lieutenant Samoilov from Serezha Company?" Since Sidolin was asking, Sokov simply said another candidate in his mind: "This comrade is also very capable. , let him stay in the division guard battalion as a platoon leader, it's a bit too condescending."

   Before Sidolin could express his opinion, Sokov heard a rush of footsteps from the other end of the corridor. Another person kept shouting: "The wounded are coming, comrades in front, please step aside!"

  Sokov looked in the direction of the sound, and saw five or six people surrounded by a stretcher, heading towards his position. Seeing that the place where he and Sidolin were sitting took up a lot of space in the corridor, he quickly stood up and leaned his back against the wall so that the stretcher bearers could pass through.

Because the light in the corridor was too dark, Sokov didn't see the faces of the wounded on the stretcher clearly. He only saw the black and red blood dripping from the stretcher, from the other end of the corridor to the large ward beside him, leaving behind There was a line of blood, and the empty corridor exuded a pungent **** smell.

  After Sidolin waited for the stretcher to enter the large ward next to him, he said curiously: "There doesn't seem to be any fighting in our defense zone. Where did the wounded come from?"

   Sokov first thought that Grisa might be lying on the stretcher, but on second thought, this was unlikely. It has been less than an hour since I received the call. The person sent by the health team to pick up the wounded is probably still on the way. Maybe the wounded is from a friendly position.

  Sokov was thinking this, when he suddenly saw Asiya coming out from the inside, and hurriedly said to the two of them, "Lieutenant Griza has already arrived, why are you two still standing outside in a daze?"

   "What, the stretcher that just went in is for Griza?" Sokov asked in surprise, "It was delivered so soon?"

"I have already had the stretcher carried into the operating room and informed the military doctor to come for the operation." Assia said impatiently: "When the stretcher comes out, you can ask how they came back so quickly .” After finishing speaking, Asiya turned over and walked into the large ward.

  Sokov and Sidolin walked through the large ward where hundreds of wounded people lived, and came to the outside of the simple operating room separated by a white cloth, just in time to see several stretcher bearers coming out of it. Sokov reached out to stop them, and asked curiously: "Didn't you go to the archives building to pick up the wounded? Why did you come back so soon?"

When the stretcher bearer saw someone blocking his way, he was a little angry at first, but when he saw that the person blocking the way was the teacher, he quickly replied respectfully: "Report to the teacher, comrade, we have just entered the factory area of ​​the Red October Factory, and we encountered a traffic accident. The truck of the wounded came. After we picked up the wounded, we rushed back immediately.”

   "Truck, what truck?" Sokov asked.

"I asked the driver. He was pulling coal cinders for the factory. He met the comrade who was delivering Lieutenant Griza on the way, so he pulled him back along the way." After answering Sokov's question, the stretcher bearer straightened up and asked : "Comrade teacher, allow me to leave?"

  Not long after the stretcher bearer left, Asiya lifted the curtain and walked out, saying to Sokov, "Misha, Lieutenant Griza has lost a lot of blood and needs a blood transfusion, but our plasma is almost used up."

   "Comrade commander, what should we do?" Sidolin asked Sokov anxiously after hearing what Asiya said, "Even if we ask the superiors to send blood now, I'm afraid it will be too late."

   "Assia, what blood type is Griza?"

   "Type A." Assia replied.

"Chief of Staff, it must be too late for the superior hospital to send blood." After figuring out Grisa's blood type, Sokov turned to Sidolin and said, "Call Seryozha immediately and ask him to send the blood to the guard company." All fighters with blood type A were brought over to give Griza blood transfusions."

   "Understood, I'll call Griza right away." After Sidolin finished speaking, he immediately turned and walked towards the room where the phone was placed.

"Misha, you still have a lot of options." Assia looked at Sokov, with a discouraged smile on her tired face: "I believe that the blood of the soldiers of the guard company will definitely save Lieutenant Griza. return."

  (end of this chapter)