Chapter 524 The Star of Victory Will Shine upon Us (Update 2281)

Chapter 524 The star of victory will shine on us (Update 22/81)

Provisional headquarters of the 51st Ant Tank Corps.

It was said to be a temporary headquarters, but it was actually just a few telecommunications trucks supported by the United States formed in a circle, and then a raincloth was placed on the antenna to block the rain.

Army Commander Korodov held the receiver of the Uzhong-made radio and listened to the report on the other end.

"General, my brigade is over, but we have determined where the enemy's counterattack arrow is. The coordinates...the enemy is here! General! Don't send any more troops over! Our accompanying infantry is trying to delay the enemy!"

Korodov immediately marked on the map the location of the enemy's counterattack.

The army chief of staff immediately said: "I will send the 123rd Tank Brigade over!"

"No." Korodov shook his head, "No, the 123rd Brigade will continue its mission of clearing enemy artillery positions. Bring as much fuel and ammunition as possible, keep moving forward, and don't look back!"

After a brief pause, he said: "With luck, I can return to Abawahan."

As soon as these words came out, the entire temporary headquarters fell silent.

The commander of the 124th Brigade who encountered the enemy on the radio said: "We will delay the Plosen armored force to the last man. The mud will also help us."

Korodov: "Good luck to you. Good luck to you, Davarish!"

"Thank you. Goodbye, Commander Davarisi."

Korodov held the radio. He knew that the communication there had ended, but he just wanted to listen to the static noise more, maybe there would be another sound coming through the noise.

But the radio went completely silent, with nothing but rustling.

Finally, Korodov put down the radio, looked at the people around him, and said loudly: "When I set out, the commander of the front army Rokosov Davasili invited me to dinner. I promised him that we would be nailed to the West Bank. . Even if we only have one tank left, we must destroy the enemy's supply lines and destroy the enemy's artillery positions on the river bank.

"As for the enemy's armored forces, we really can't defeat them, so whoever encounters them, try our best to delay them until the last tank and the last man."

Korodov paused, took a deep breath, and then continued: "Importantly pass on what I just said to every brigade, every regiment, every battalion...and every vehicle!

"Many good people and crews have already sacrificed their lives. We are not afraid of sacrifice, we are just afraid of not being able to complete the mission."

The chief of staff wiped the corners of his eyes and raised his voice: "Give the order quickly! Make sure every car hears it!"

At this time, the communications staff officer got off the telegraph car: "The front army headquarters sent a telegram to ask the enemy whether to invest armored forces in counterattack."

Korodov: "Tell the front army headquarters that we have been counterattacked, but please rest assured, commander, that we will not be obsessed with competing with the Prosen tank troops. We will complete the mission and strive for victory."

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"We will complete the mission and strive for victory. - Korodov, commander of the 51st Tank Army." Pavlov finished reading the telegram and looked up at Wang Zhong, "This is a fatal electric shock."

Wang Zhong sat in front of the map, with his back to Pavlov, staring at the arrow of the 51st Army on the map without speaking.

Popov came over and patted Pavlov on the shoulder: "Give whatever orders you need. The commander has sent away many commanders these days."

At this time Wang Zhong said: "Is it really okay for me to sit here? Let them die while I sit here?"

Pavlov: "Everyone has different responsibilities. You are a symbol of victory. Now that you have sacrificed, Abavahan may not be able to hold on."

Wang Zhong was silent for a few seconds and shouted: "Yakov, go to the kitchen and see if there are any snacks that can keep my hands busy. I can't calm down and need some distraction."

"Yes." Yakov immediately left the headquarters.

At the same time he left the headquarters, the communications staff brushed his shoulder and came in: "General, the transport fleet on the river reported that the pontoon bridge was blocking the fleet. I hope the pontoon bridge can be removed."

Wang Zhong turned his head: "How many troops did they carry?"

Pavlov: "It carries the 16th Army. Under this army are three infantry divisions with the title of Guards. They have very strong combat effectiveness."

After Wang Zhong thought briefly, he asked: "Can they land at the landing point nearby?"

"It's impossible. The fastest way to get them into battle is to dock at the inland port of Abawahan. And the probe is already crowded with troops, including naval infantry divisions, anti-tank artillery units, and It’s air defense and combat engineers, and it’s really too big for a group of troops to go up there.”

Popov reminded: "The logistics can't keep up. After all, the pontoon bridge needs to be dismantled. It's too reluctant to only rely on small boat transportation to supply an army group."

Wang Zhong thought for a few seconds, then straightened his face and said in a cold tone: "Demolish the pontoon bridge and let the fleet come over."

Pavlov immediately began giving orders.

At this time Yakov came back, holding a small bag: "General, the chef seems to have said that I have brought you some soybeans and asked you to eat them like this."

Wang Zhong took the bag and smelled the aroma of fried soybeans as soon as he opened it.

He knelt silently.

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October 26, Beachhead No. 1, 0230 hours in the morning.

The naval infantry were using their rest time to help the anti-tank artillery unit repair bunkers. Suddenly a private ran over and shouted: "Everyone, go and have a look, the engineers are going to demolish the bridge!"

All the naval infantry who were helping stopped. The old sergeant leading the team thrust the shovel into the ground and cursed: "You kid is talking nonsense again! This bridge is our supply line. Can we demolish it just as we say?"

"I'm not talking nonsense. It seems that the transport convoy is blocked and the bridge is to be demolished to let the convoy pass!" The private waved his hands, "Go and take a look, the engineers are discussing how to demolish it!"

The old sergeant waved his hand: "You continue to repair the fortifications, I'll go see what's going on!"

As he spoke, he picked up the sweat towel on his waist and wiped his sweat, then jumped out of the trench and walked towards the private.

"This way! Quick!"

So the two quickly came to the beach.

The engineers were indeed in a meeting, surrounded by a group of resting naval infantrymen.

The priests accompanying the army also turned a blind eye to the current state of the enemy. They just didn't care as long as they did their job well.

As soon as the old sergeant got through the crowd of onlookers, he heard an engineer sergeant major shouting: "We are all opposed to demolishing the bridge from here."

Engineer battalion commander: "But the order is to demolish the bridge. The Sixteenth Army's ships are blocked by the pontoon bridge. The ship group is very large, and it is not enough to demolish just a little bit. Let them continue to block the river and wait for the weather to improve. The enemy Just start the air raid and that’s it.”

Engineer Sergeant: "We are not against demolishing the bridge. What we are against is demolishing it from here."

Battalion Commander: "This way the bridge-building equipment will stay on the other side and will not be easily damaged!"

"But we are combat engineers." The sergeant major refused to give in. "We want to stay here and fight."

The battalion commander looked at the young faces of the engineers in turn: "You all think so?"

"Yes." A young corporal said with a smile, "We will go wherever we can beat the Prossens."

The battalion commander was silent for several seconds before saying: "Those who volunteer to stay here and fight with the naval infantry, step forward."

The combat engineers took a step forward in unison, their military boots even making a sound on the beach.

The battalion commander looked at them and shook his head: "No one will demolish the bridge now. The first company, you guys demolish the bridge, and the rest of the regiment will stay here."

After watching this scene, the old sergeant slapped the private on the head hard and scolded in a low voice: "Just say you are talking nonsense, making it seem like we have been abandoned here."

"I don't know..." The private was aggrieved, "I thought...anyway...it was..."

Before he could think of words, the engineer battalion commander shouted angrily: "First Company! My order is to demolish the bridge! Get on the bridge immediately and start working! The demolition of the bridge must be completed before dawn to allow the convoy to pass!"

The commander of the first company asked on behalf of everyone: "Where are you, battalion commander?"

"My troops are here," said the battalion commander. "I will fight here to the end. Carry out the order, Vasily Antonovich."

The first company commander Vasily Antonovich pursed his lips, saluted, then turned around and ordered: "The first company is here, turn right!"

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On the east bank, the field hospital of the troops crossing the river.

Lyudmila looked at the nurses returning to the camp.

Yesterday, the nurses discussed with the grandma leading the team and decided that it would take some time to continue walking to Abawahan before it would be effective, so it would be better to lend a hand at the field hospital on the spot.

So the local church took out a small house as a dormitory, and the girls started their first internship.

Now, the girls who have just returned look like wilted eggplants.

Lyudmila smiled and asked: "How is the field hospital?"

No one answered.

A few seconds later, a girl with pigtails covered her face and cried bitterly, her tears mixing with the blood on her hands.

The girl next to her comforted her and whispered: "I think I will keep dreaming about today in my nightmares throughout my life."

At this time, someone outside the house shouted: "They are going to tear down the bridge!"

The girls all raised their heads - even the one crying bitterly raised his head and looked outside.

Lyudmila went out and called out to the person who had just shouted: "Are you demolishing the pontoon bridge?"

"Yes, it seems that in order to let the ship group pass, the pontoon has to be demolished, and the connection with the other side will be cut off!"

Lyudmila: "Is this the order from General Rokossov?"

"Yes." The person who answered suddenly narrowed his eyes, "Wait a minute, are you General Rokossov's wife?"

"Yes." Lyudmila seemed to have made up her mind. "Please go to the engineering troops who are demolishing the bridge and tell them that I want to cross the bridge."

All the nurses in the room stood up: "You can't do this!"

Lyudmila: "The troops must not feel abandoned by him - I mean, abandoned by General Rokossov. I know he will not abandon any troops, it just has to be done. I will replace him, With the warriors.”

The nurses looked at each other.

The one who just cried wiped his tears and said: "Sisters, we should go there too. The training we received is battlefield alcohol rescue training, which is to provide first aid in a hail of bullets and carry the wounded on our backs, not to hold the wounded's hands here. Watch them gradually die.

"We have to save them!"

The girls were stunned for a moment, and then they all became excited: "Yes! Let's go there too! Grandma will agree!"

Lyudmila: "If she doesn't agree, I will convince her."

At this time, grandma appeared in a military uniform: "Of course I will agree, but I will go together. You girls are unreliable, so I have to come. Now that you have decided, let's go."

Lyudmila smiled and said: "Let's go!"

At this time, the door of the dormitory courtyard opened, and a technical monk entered the courtyard: "Lyudmila Vasilyevna Davarich, we received an order saying that you are the prayer hand. Our prayer hand was sacrificed in the enemy's artillery attack. Our arrow team is responsible for covering the supply station that provides logistics to the other side."

"Eh? I..." Lyudmila pointed to the west and the other side.

Nellie suddenly came out: "Madam, it's enough for me to go over there. Everyone knows that I am the general's orderly."

Lyudmila stretched out her hand, pinched Nellie's face, and gently stroked her bangs: "Nellie, my good Nellie... You are just an orderly..."

"I am old enough for military service. According to the mobilization order, I should join the army." Nellie said softly.

Lyudmila silently adjusted her boat hat: "Okay, you can change into a military uniform..."

"No, I want to show that I am the general's orderly, so the maid's uniform is just right."

Nellie smiled slightly and said: "Don't worry, Madam, the star of victory will shine on us."

Lyudmila freed one hand to wipe away her tears: "Yes, the star of victory will shine on us."