red moscow

Chapter 2913

The headquarters of the 315th Division was also located in a tent, with two sentries standing guard at the door.

The sentry saw several people walking towards the tent, so he quickly took off the rifle slung over his shoulder, pointed the muzzle at the approaching people, and shouted, "Stop, or I'll shoot if you move any closer!"

The leader was Sokov. After hearing the sentry's voice, he raised his hand to stop everyone, then stood in place and said to the sentry: "Comrade soldier, I am Lieutenant Colonel Sokov, the commander of the infantry brigade. I came here specially to see your division commander."

The sentry quickly put away his gun and said to Sokov apologetically: "I'm sorry, Comrade Lieutenant Colonel, I didn't recognize you!"

Sokov came to the door of the tent and asked the guard to wait for him outside. Then he lifted the curtain and walked in.

Politic, who was sitting at the table looking at a map, saw Sokov walk into the tent and asked in surprise, "Lieutenant Colonel Sokov, why are you here?"

"Hello, Comrade Colonel." Sokov raised his hand and saluted Politik, then said politely: "I heard that Lieutenant Colonel Haranchuk was injured in the battle during the day, so I came here to visit him."

Politik turned his head and said to the corner of the tent: "Haranchuk, Lieutenant Colonel Sokov is here to see you."

Sokov followed Politic's gaze and saw Haranchuk, with one hand in a sling across his chest, sitting on a mat in the corner.

"Lieutenant Colonel Sokov, I didn't expect that you would come to visit me so late at night." Halanchuk said as he struggled to stand up.

Seeing this, Sokov raised his hand and stopped him: "Lieutenant Colonel Haranchuk, you are injured, you should sit down."

Haranchuk nodded, stood up without insisting, and said to Sokov with a smile: "I was telling the division commander yesterday that among the three regiment commanders in the division, I had the best luck. I fought for such a long time without getting hurt. But not long after that, I got hurt too."

Hearing what Haranchuk said, Politic said with emotion: "Fortunately, we have returned to our own defense zone. Otherwise, a minor injury like this might cause the wound to fester due to lack of medical care and medicine, and perhaps even have to be amputated due to severe infection."

Sokov came here tonight, not only to check on Haranchuk's injuries, but also to talk to Politic about adjusting tactics in response to the day's battle.

He coughed lightly, then said to Politic apologetically: "Comrade Colonel, today I thought that the enemy had been hit by artillery fire and lost its organization, and had little combat effectiveness, so I asked your troops to assist us in the battle. But I didn't expect that you would pay such a heavy price."

Politic grinned and said disapprovingly: "Lieutenant Colonel Sokov, there are always casualties in war. As long as we can defeat the enemy, I think it is worth it even if it costs a high price. What do you think?"

"Comrade Colonel!" Sokov organized the words in his mind and said carefully, "I think in war, we must know how to preserve ourselves and destroy the enemy, and destroy as many enemies as possible at the lowest cost."

Unexpectedly, as soon as Sokov finished speaking, Politic showed a look of astonishment on his face. He said sternly: "Lieutenant Colonel Sokov, don't you know that the idea of ​​winning with 'less bloodshed' was immediately criticized by superiors as an incorrect idea that led the army to dream of an easy victory after the arduous and arduous Finnish campaign. I really didn't expect that you still have such a wrong idea in your mind."

"Comrade Colonel, you can't say that," Sokov said defensively. "Since the outbreak of the war, many previous concepts have changed. The idea of ​​achieving the greatest victory with the least casualties was not my original idea. It is a new concept that more and more middle and senior commanders have realized through the brutal war."

"Really?" Politic said doubtfully, "I didn't expect that after staying behind enemy lines for a few months, many things have changed beyond my understanding."

"Yes, Comrade Colonel." Considering that his military rank was lower than that of Politic, Sokov knew some things in his heart but could not speak them out casually. He could only say tactfully: "After the outbreak of this war, many things have changed imperceptibly. If we cannot make adjustments in time, we will be eliminated by this era."

When saying this, Sokov couldn't help but think of several marshals in the early days of the war. Whether it was Timoshenko, Budyonny or Voroshilov, they were all experienced old commanders who had achieved great achievements that could be recorded in history. However, during the entire Great Patriotic War, their military thinking could not fit in with the current war situation. Therefore, they were gradually marginalized step by step from the roles they were reused in the early days of the war.

Politic was silent, he was thinking over and over what Sokov had said.

After chatting for a few more words, Sokov got up and left.

When Sokov returned to the brigade headquarters, he found that Khabarov was not in the tent. He asked Karsokov curiously: "Chief of Staff, where is Anton?"

"I saw that he had finished drawing the blueprint, so I let him go back and rest."

Sokov was delighted when he heard this and asked quickly, "Where is the blueprint?"

"Here!" Karsokov placed two blueprints in front of Sokov and continued, "This is the gun blueprint drawn by Khabarov."

Sokov picked up the blueprint and looked at it carefully. It was indeed the blueprint of the AK47 that he was familiar with. Not only was there a complete diagram of the gun, but also three views of each part, with detailed numbers marked next to each part.

Karsokov, who was standing next to him, saw Sokov so absorbed in reading the blueprint and couldn't help asking, "Comrade Brigade Commander, do you really think that a new soldier who has just joined the army for a few days can design a new weapon suitable for the troops?"

"How is it impossible?" Sokov, who was looking at the blueprint, said without raising his head, "I think this blueprint is good. If we can produce the actual product as soon as possible, I believe it will help our brigade's combat effectiveness reach a higher level."

"Is this new weapon really that powerful?"

Facing Karsokov's question, Sokov looked up at him and said, "Although I am not good at weapon design, after seeing these two drawings, I think Anton has something in his mind. If I have time tomorrow, I will send the drawings to the army headquarters and let the commander and others take a look to see if they can ask the military industry department to produce a batch of sample guns according to the drawings."

"Comrade Brigade Commander, I don't think you need to make a special trip." Karsokov reminded Sokov, "Maybe our defense zone will be attacked by the Germans after dawn tomorrow. As the brigade commander, you can't just leave your post."

After hearing what Karsokov said, Sokov immediately realized that he had considered the problem too simply. He was now the commander of an infantry brigade. If he went to the army headquarters to find Rokossovsky with a design drawing that he didn't know whether it was valuable or not early tomorrow morning, he might be criticized by the other party. Thinking of this, Sokov sighed softly and said, "Hey, Comrade Chief of Staff, you are right. As the commander of an infantry brigade, I really can't leave my post casually. How about this, you arrange a signalman to deliver this design drawing to the army headquarters tomorrow and hand it to the commander comrade. Let's see what he says then."

……

Early the next morning, before Karsokov had time to arrange for the signalman to deliver the design drawings to the army headquarters, Khabarov arrived at the brigade headquarters.

Seeing Sokov sitting at the table drinking tea, Khabarov nodded to him and asked, "Comrade Brigade Commander, can you come out for a moment? I want to talk to you alone."

Sokov knew very well that Khabarov asked him to go out and talk, which meant that he had something important to tell him, so he nodded and followed Khabarov out of the tent.

The two came to an open space away from the crowd, and Sokov asked straight to the point: "Anton, do you have anything to tell me?"

"Misha, when are you going to send my blueprints to the army headquarters?"

"If you hadn't shown up, I was going to send a signalman to deliver the blueprint to the army headquarters after breakfast." After answering Khabarov's question, Sokov asked, "By the way, the blueprint for the AK47 is out, what about the bullets it uses?"

AK47使用的是 7.62×39毫米 M1943型中间型威力枪弹，而这个时代还没有这种武器。如果要想大规模装备AK47，首先要解决的就是子弹问题。

"That's easy." Khabarov said confidently, "If my superiors can approve this blueprint and produce a sample gun according to the blueprint, it won't be too late for me to develop the bullets needed for the gun."

"I hope the AK47 can be released sooner," Sokov said with emotion. "If our troops are equipped with this light weapon sooner, we will have a firepower advantage over the German army on the battlefield."

Khabarov's interest did not seem to lie in the new guns. He quickly changed the subject: "By the way, Misha, October Day is coming in a week. I wonder if your superiors have dispatched your troops to participate in the Red Square parade?"

Sokov shook his head and said with a wry smile: "Anton, have you forgotten the movie "The Battle of Moscow" that we watched together? The only unit of the 16th Army participating in the Red Square parade was a mixed battalion under General Panfilov, and the commander of the team was the famous Comrade Klochkov."

"Misha, this is what I think." Khabarov looked around and told Sokov his true thoughts: "If we can all take advantage of the military parade to return to Moscow, we will have a chance to meet the policewoman you mentioned. Then the three of us can discuss how to return to the future."

"Anton, you really think the problem is too simple." Sokov said with a wry smile: "Even if we can participate in the Red Square parade this time, do you think we can leave the army at will after arriving in Moscow and find the people we want to see?"

"Ah, even after entering Moscow, we can't just leave the team?"

"That's for sure." Sokov said seriously, "During the military parade, the area around Red Square will definitely be heavily guarded. Even if the 16th Army sends a participating force, and I am the leader of it, I can only lead everyone to move within the designated area."

After Sokov's reminder, Khabarov immediately remembered the scene he saw in the movie: the mixed battalion led by Klochkov arrived at the ruins of the Kazan Cathedral next to the GUM shopping mall and got off the bus, then immediately lined up to enter the Red Square to wait for the review. The troops passed through the Red Square and walked along the Vasilyevsky slope to the Moscow River, then took the truck parked there and returned to Volokolamsk again.

Khabarov's face turned pale as he recalled the plots in these movies. He murmured, "Misha, are we forced to stay on the frontier until we are killed? Do we still have a chance to return to our original world?"

Seeing Khabarov so depressed, Sokov comforted him and said, "Anton, don't worry. There will always be a way out. Although we can't return to Moscow for the time being, I promise you that as long as you stay by my side, I can ensure your safety."

"Can you really ensure my safety?"

"Of course I can ensure that." In order to reassure Khabarov, Sokov decided to tell him his little secret: "During this time of traveling, I not only acquired the skill of being proficient in German, but I also found that my wounds can heal quickly after I was injured, and my blood can be used to treat seriously injured people, so that they can recover in a very short time."

Khabarov stared at Sokov with wide eyes and asked in surprise: "Misha, is everything you said true?"

"Of course it's true." Sokov replied, "For example, Romanov in my tent was seriously injured not long ago. After I gave him a blood transfusion, his injuries healed in just a few hours. Isn't it amazing?"

"Misha, this would be amazing if you weren't making up stories."

"Anton, listen to me." Sokov said to Khabarov with a stern face: "I will send someone to send the blueprint to General Rokossovsky first. If he thinks your blueprint is feasible and sends someone to send it to the weapons and equipment department, I plan to recommend you to be a weapons designer..."

Before Sokov could finish, Khabarov interrupted him and said, "Misha, you know as well as I do what's going on with this blueprint. Even though I can draw many blueprints for weapons, that's all the experience I've accumulated from years of treasure hunting on the battlefield. If I were really asked to design a weapon, I'm afraid I'd be exposed right away."

"Anton, I think you can draw drawings for more than just AK47, right?" Sokov looked at Khabarov and asked, "There should be other weapons as well."

"Yes, I can draw a lot of weapon blueprints." Khabarov said, "But the prerequisite is that I have to enter the weapons and equipment department, so that I can have the opportunity to draw all the weapons that I will be familiar with in the future."

Sokov put his hand on Khabarov's shoulder, took him to the tent, and said, "Anton, have you had breakfast?"

Without waiting for Khabarov to answer, he continued, "I think you haven't eaten yet, so come with me to the headquarters to eat something."

Khabarov had no reason not to accept Sokov's invitation. He asked Sokov tentatively, "Misha, aren't you going to send someone to deliver the blueprints to the army headquarters? Can I go with the signalman?"

(End of this chapter)