Sitting in the jeep, I leaned my head back against the back of the chair and closed my eyes. I didn''t take the boring argument between the two signalmen to heart at all. In my mind, Lieutenant yambekov''s last words were echoed all the time: "goodbye, comrades, don''t forget us..."


    Just then, the jeep suddenly jerked and stopped. Originally I didn''t care, but the car stopped for a long time, still in the same place. Then I heard the impatient voice of trakov: "Comrade driver, what''s the matter?"


    "Comrade commander," the driver replied somewhat stiffly, "there seems to be something wrong with the car. I''ll go down and have a look." Then I heard the door open. I quickly opened my eyes and saw that the driver had got out of the car, while trakov was still sitting in the front row. I quickly asked, "Comrade General, what''s the matter?"


    After taking a look at the driver who lifted the front cover of the car, he turned to me and said, "there''s something wrong with the car. The driver has got off the car to repair it." With that, he also pushed the door open, leaned out half of his body and asked sternly, "when can the trouble be eliminated?"


    Hearing his question, the driver replied in a hurry: "Comrade commander, there is something wrong with the carburetor. Please wait for a moment. It can be solved in five minutes at most."


    Trekov raised his hand, looked at his watch, saw nothing, and sat back in his place.


    The driver said five minutes, but at least two five minutes passed, and the car''s fault has not been eliminated. Tired of waiting, trikov pushed the door open again and leaned out. But before he could ask the driver, a cry came from the outside: "air raid siren, all of you get out of the car."


    Upon hearing the cry, trikov quickly turned around with his hand on the door and yelled at us, "air raid, all of you get off the car and find a place to hide."


    When I flurried out of the car, I found that not only the people in our car came down, but also the people in the jeep behind. I was a little flustered to see that there was no place to hide in the bare plain around the dirt road. Heart said so many people crowded together, as long as the sky dropped a bomb down, we can all reimbursement.


    When we were in a panic, I inadvertently looked up into the air, and my heart fell to the ground. He quickly walked up to trakov and said to him in a loud voice, "Comrade commander, don''t worry. It''s the enemy''s reconnaissance plane."


    Trikov also looked into the air and yelled at the messengers running around: "comrades, don''t panic. It''s the enemy''s reconnaissance plane. There are no weapons on the plane."


    Hearing that it was an unarmed reconnaissance plane, most of the signalmen stopped and looked up at the enemy planes in the sky. The enemy''s reconnaissance plane suddenly lowered its altitude and flew low over our heads, so we had to lower down to avoid. At this time, a signalman who used to sit in the back car started to run to the plain.


    Seeing the signalman running away, a signalman sergeant stood up and yelled at the man''s back: "Hey, where are you going? You fool, where are you going? "


    Unexpectedly, after the sergeant yelled for a long time, the signalman continued to run forward. At this time, a corporal rushed out of the slash and yelled at the back of the timid signalman in a language I didn''t understand. With his cry, the soldier stopped and turned to look at us. Seeing his subordinates stop, the corporal shouts out a few words in a foreign language I don''t understand, the soldier''s mood becomes stable and walks towards us.


    I went to the corporal and asked him curiously, "Comrade corporal, where are you from?"


    When the corporal heard me ask him, he immediately raised his hand to salute him and answered in slightly stiff Russian: "report, comrade commander, I''m from Kazakhstan." at this point, he pointed to the distant soldier and explained to me, "the soldier and I are from the same village. When the sergeant called him just now, he didn''t stop because he didn''t understand Russian at all."


    As he was talking, there was a loud noise in the distance. I turned my head and looked at the place where the explosion sounded. I saw that the soldier covered his chest with his hands and walked forward in pain. After a few steps, he fell to the ground and did not move any more. From the dark earth pit behind him, he stepped on a mine.


    The corporal saw that his fellow countryman fell into a pool of blood and cried out. He rushed in regardless. The rest of the signalmen wanted to rush in, but the sergeant stopped them. He yelled at his subordinates, "comrades, no one is allowed to pass. There is a minefield ahead."


    The signalmen wanted to rush past, but when they heard the sergeant say that there was a minefield in front of them, they all stopped and stood in the same place anxiously looking at the sergeant who rushed into the minefield.


    The corporal rushed to the signalman''s side, bent down and squatted beside him. After checking, he picked up his body in both hands and walked towards us step by step. Looking at him getting closer and closer, I stared at his feet nervously. I was afraid that he would be unlucky and step on a mine buried by our army.


    But I''m still a corporal. I''m very lucky. I''m coming to us soon, and I don''t hear the explosion of Mines again. When he was only five or six meters away from us, the sergeant met him with several signalmen, took the soldier from the corporal''s hand, and carried him to the open space with all hands and feet.


    "How is he?" Trekov came over and asked with concern.


    The corporal shook his head and replied miserably, "Comrade commander, his chest has been blown out, all, all! The whole person has gone


    Although I saw the signalman lying on the ground motionless, and his upper uniform had been infiltrated by blood, I still planned to have a try, so I told the staff sergeant, "Comrade staff sergeant, please ask who has a first aid kit. Help him to wrap it up and carry it to the back car. When we get back to the headquarters of the group army, we can find the military doctor there. "


    The driver of our jeep went up to trakov and reported to him, "Comrade commander, the car has been repaired. Please get in the car."


    Trekov nodded and turned straight to the jeep. I said to the signalmen who were dressing the wounds of my comrades in arms, "comrades, get your comrades into the car quickly, and we should rush back to the headquarters as soon as possible."


    Sitting behind trekov, I thought of the signal soldier who was still alive and dead. Suddenly, an idea came into my mind. So he quickly asked the front row of trikov: "Comrade commander, are there many troops from Asia in our group army?"


    Trikov turned to look at me, nodded and asked in surprise: "the troops that were supplemented in the later period almost all came from Kazakhstan, Uzbekistan, Georgia and other places, all of which are in Asia. What are you doing for this? "


    I quickly expressed my worry: "Comrade commander, the soldier who stepped on the mine just now is from Kazakhstan. I''ve just found a very serious problem with his injury. "


    "What do you mean, o''shanina?" trekov asked, probably seeing my serious face? What do you want to say to me? "


    "Comrade commander, by serious problems, I mean that many of the commanders and fighters from these places don''t understand Russian, and they can''t understand the orders we give them!"


    "What? I don''t know Russian! " When I said that, trakov jumped straight out of his seat and hit his head on the ceiling. He held up the crooked cornice hat and said in an unbelievable voice, "no, most of the commanders and fighters from Central Asia don''t know Russian!"


    "Yes, comrade commander." The staff sergeant sitting next to me took over the topic, "please allow me to report to you. It''s hard to work with these fighters from Central Asia. Communicate with them because language difficulties and the resulting misunderstanding make things worse. In addition to their lack of understanding of modern technology, they are more likely to be confused or even scared out of their wits by air strikes. "


    After listening to the sergeant''s words, trikov nodded thoughtfully and said, "what you said is really a problem. If half of the commanders and fighters can''t understand Russian, the orders issued by the superior can''t be well implemented."


    The sergeant waited for trikov to finish, hesitated for a moment, summoned up courage and said, "Comrade commander, there is one more thing I want to report to you."


    When I heard that the sergeant was going to report to trakov, I couldn''t help but glare at him. I wanted to report intelligence to the commander of the group army without looking at your identity. I wanted to see how you were scolded by trakov later. Seeing the sergeant''s bloody uniform, I thought of the scene when he was carrying his wounded comrades. I couldn''t help hesitating. I don''t know if I should help him when he is reproached by trakov later.


    He frowned and said impatiently, "if you have anything to say, don''t stammer."


    The sergeant agreed and began to report: "Comrade commander, this is the situation. A week ago, I was in the 284th division, half of which were soldiers from Tatars. Because of the language barrier, the political workers in the division conducted political propaganda to them, which became casting pearls before swine. Because their indoctrination was not successful, many people did not know what the war was for. In this case, there are wavering elements. "


    "Shakers?! What wavering elements? " The sergeant''s words aroused trekov''s curiosity.


    "Comrade commander, I''ve heard of this. I''d better give you a detailed report." When I heard the sergeant say the beginning, I immediately knew what he was going to say and quickly took over the topic. After all, some words he said were not very appropriate. As for the sources of the news, they all came from later military forums. After seeing trekov nodding, I continued: "because many soldiers do not understand the significance of the war, and they can not communicate with their superiors, there are wavering elements who are greedy for life and afraid of death. A Tatar of the 284th division decided to run away because he felt his future was uncertain. He took advantage of the darkness to climb out of his position and toward the German position. But his bad luck, lost his way in no man''s land, the deserter did not notice, and climbed to the 685th regiment position. Seeing a bunker in a command post, he went in. He thought that he had reached his destination, and that the commander staring at him strangely must have been disguised by the German. The Soviet uniform he was wearing was just a disguise, so he immediately declared to the commander standing in front of him that he had come to surrender. Because the commander couldn''t understand what he said, he got an interpreter to understand what he said


    "What happened?" Trekov asked curiously.


    I shrugged my shoulders and replied, "what else can I do? I''m shot, of course. You know, this is a crime of treason. The punishment for them is to shoot them directly. "


    "Commander, comrade commander is absolutely right. It is true." The chief quickly added.


    Instead of pestering over language, trakov changed the subject and asked, "sergeant, do you know command 227 issued by the supreme command?"


    The sergeant nodded hard and replied, "yes, comrade commander. The order says no step back! "


    Following his words, trakov asked, "sergeant, do you know what your army did to those who withdrew without permission after this order was issued?"


    The sergeant hesitated when he heard this question. I can see from his expression that he obviously knew a lot of things. After all, he had been in the group army headquarters for a period of time and probably knew a lot of inside information, so he encouraged him to say, "come on, sergeant, just report the real things you saw or heard to Comrade General. Even if you are wrong, Comrade General will not blame you. "


    "Lieutenant Commander o''shanina is right. Sergeant, just say whatever you want. " Trekov echoed me in time.


    With our permission, the sergeant became more courageous. He said clearly: "since the promulgation of order 227, many wavering elements and deserters have been executed in the group army, but some of them have been killed by mistake."


    "Wrong killing?! There was a case of manslaughter in the group army. " When trekov heard the word, his eyebrows stood up. Seeing his frightening expression, the sergeant closed his mouth and did not dare to talk nonsense.


    I hastened to encourage the Staff Sergeant: "don''t be afraid, you just need to tell the truth."


    With my encouragement, the sergeant continued to say: "as far as I know, a 19-year-old lieutenant of the 196th Infantry Division was shot through in the palm of his left hand by a submachine gun during the battle. When he was bandaged in the medical center, someone reported to his superiors that the lieutenant had hurt himself in an attempt to become a deserter. Then he was arrested and quickly shot in front of the other commanders of his troops. "


    "Anything else? You go on Trekov said with a frosty face.


    Seeing the sergeant''s trembling and indecision, I knew that he did not dare to report more to trikov, otherwise he might be killed himself, so I took the initiative to say, "Comrade commander, I happen to know something happened in the 64th army. Now I take this opportunity to report it to you." At this point, I stopped for a moment and turned to look at the sergeant beside me. I saw a grateful look on his face. I looked back and continued to say to trikov, "in a regiment of the 204 th division, after the battle, the commander found two soldiers missing when counting the number of soldiers. Because of the fierce fighting, it is difficult to define whether the two soldiers died or became deserters. Unexpectedly, the head of the regiment and the political commissar of the regiment insisted that the two soldiers had become deserters and gave the company commander an order to severely punish the platoon leader of the platoon where the deserters were. This young platoon leader, who has been in this regiment for only a few days, can''t even recognize the soldiers under his command. How can he know about the two missing soldiers? But regardless of the actual situation, the company commander resolutely carried out the order of the superior. He took the instructor to the trench and shot the platoon commander in the head


    "Asshole, asshole." After a few deep breaths, trakov asked, "o''shanina, is there anything else? Keep talking to me. "


    I tried hard to recall what I saw in the post. Although I remember most of the content, many things haven''t happened yet. If I say it now, I will become a god stick. So I had to say vaguely: "specific things, I don''t know. But you also know that I have been in many troops, and I have dealt with those troops who have retreated from the front line. From their words, I know that some of the executed commanders and soldiers were arrested by the people of the Ministry of interior just because the troops were defeated and complained a few words. The reason is that they were defeated by the Soviet Union. When they are executed, it is usually claimed that there is a lot of evidence that they plan to betray the motherland and surrender to the enemy. "


    After hearing this, trakov sighed and said, "in this cruel battle, we can''t tolerate cowardice. We can''t give it any living space. Comrade Stalin once quoted Lenin''s words to warn all the commanders and soldiers and the common people that those who do not try their best to help the Red Army and those who do not obey the Red Army''s orders and discipline are traitors and must be eliminated mercilessly. In order to ensure the victory of this war, all "tenderness" is unacceptable. Just as the front-line forces are always at risk of being killed by their own guns or planes, there must be improper law enforcement in military trials. "


    Originally, I would say a few good words for these unjustly killed officers and soldiers in the future, and take warning to ensure that there will not be so many unjust cases in the future. I didn''t expect to say such a thing from his mouth, which made me feel a little chilly.


    When he heard that I didn''t speak, trakov turned to me and asked, "commander oshanina, what are you thinking? Is what I just said wrong? " I''m not going to do such a stupid thing by accusing trakov of his mistakes in front of him. Otherwise, how can I hang out with him in the future. I had to follow his meaning and said against my heart: "Comrade commander, I''m thinking that you have a good point. It is very difficult to carry out this extremely cruel discipline, but only by doing so can we ensure our final victory. "