Seeing Zariyakin coming, Sokov said to Storeping: "Comrade Storeping, let me introduce you to you. This is Captain Zariyakin, the commander of the special company. He will personally lead people to escort you through our defense line and enter the German-occupied area."

"Hello, comrade Captain!" Storepin reached out to Zariakin and said in a friendly tone: "I am Storepin, the head of the guerrillas, and I am very happy to know you."

"Hello, Comrade Storepin, I'm very happy to know you." Zariyajin responded politely and got back to the point: "It's getting late, let's set off as soon as possible."

Stolepin raised his hand and looked at the time, and asked in surprise: "The Germans have not started sleeping at this time. Now they pass through the defense line and will not expose their targets, right?"

"Don't worry, Comrade Storepin." Faced with Storepin's concerns, Zariakin comforted him and said: "The area we are about to go to has no German defense line, and the chances of encountering them are very small, so set off early and you can reach a further place at dawn."

After hearing what Zariakin said, Storepin no longer hesitated and nodded in agreement: "Okay, I'll gather the team members and set off immediately."

When the guerrillas lined up, Sokov saw Klubkov standing with Zoya, and his pupils suddenly shrank violently. He finally remembered why he was so familiar with this name. In later information, it was specifically mentioned that the reason why Zoya was captured by the German army was because of the betrayal of the traitor, and the name of the traitor was Klubkov. Since the full name of the traitor was not mentioned in the information, Sokov could not judge whether the person who betrayed Zoya was Klubkov who was standing beside her at this moment.

"Comrade Storepin," Sokov called him and asked politely, "How many people are called Klubkov in your team?"

"Just one." Storepin asked Sokov in surprise: "Lieutenant Colonel, what did you ask him for?"

When Sokov learned that there was only one guerrilla named Klubkov, he could be sure that after being captured by the German army, he became a traitor and betrayed Zhuoya, causing her to die. He stared at Klubkov's back and continued to ask, "How is he like this?"

A smile appeared on Storepin's face: "He is a very good comrade. When we arrive behind enemy lines, I plan to let him command a destruction team alone..."

"No, this is absolutely not possible." Sokov said in a disloyal voice: "You must not let him command a destruction team alone."

"Why?" Storepin asked in confusion.

His question stopped Sokov. Yes, how should he answer the other party? He can't tell him that Klubkov will soon become a shameful traitor, and betray Zoya who was acting with him to the enemy, and she was cruelly killed by the Germans.

Seeing Sokov not speaking for a long time, Storepin led the team across the front this time and needed the assistance of the army, but if the army commander pointed at him, it still made him feel uncomfortable. However, out of politeness, he still suppressed his heart and said angrily: "Comrade Lieutenant Colonel, I don't know what misunderstandings you have about Klubkov, but we have no affiliation. You have no right to inquire about who I appoint as the leader of the destruction team."

Sokov sighed secretly and said helplessly: "Comrade Storepin, I don't want to interfere with any of your decisions. But that Klubkov gives people an unreliable feeling from his appearance, so I remind you to be cautious in using him so as not to cause a big mistake."

"I know what I know. Thank you for your reminder." Storepin said thank you in his mouth, but his tone clearly showed dissatisfaction, "If you have something to do, go and do not have to send us!"

Seeing the guerrillas gradually fading away under the leadership of Zariyakin, Stolepin and Communications Staff, Sokov couldn't help but smile and shake his head. This trip was difficult and dangerous, and there were countless guerrillas who were about to penetrate deep behind enemy lines, who could come back alive.

"Comrade Brigade Commander," Romanov couldn't help but ask curiously when he heard Sokov sighing, "I heard you seem to be sighing. Are you sighing about something?"

"Romandov, look at the young guerrillas, who went deep into the enemy's occupied areas to carry out missions, and I'm afraid not many people will come back alive."

But when Romanov heard Sokov say this, he said with such an expression: "Comrade Brigade Commander, isn't this normal? Although they are guerrillas, they are soldiers like us. In order to eliminate the German invaders, no one will frown even if they shed blood and sacrificed. As long as they can defeat the enemy, no matter how much the price is, it is completely worth it."

Sokov glanced at Romanlov and was immediately uninterested in continuing to talk to him.

The two returned to the tent. Karsokov found that Sokov was in a bad mood and couldn't help asking: "Comrade Brigade Commander, I think your expression is a little wrong. Is something wrong?"

"Among those guerrillas just now, I saw a team member named Klubkov who didn't look like a good person no matter how he looked, so I kindly reminded Comrade Storepin, who led the team, hoping that he would be vigilant and not to entrust him with important tasks, but the other party did not appreciate it at all."

After listening to Sokov's words, Karsokov was silent for a while, and then said, "Comrade Brigade Commander, I think Comrade Storepin, who leads the team, must be more familiar with the situation of the team members than us. If he rashly gives him advice, he will definitely be unhappy."

Sokov waved his hand and said impatiently: "Forget it, I have reminded you that you should remind me. As for whether he can listen, it has nothing to do with me. Anyway, they are not affiliated with us, and even if anything happens, they will not involve us."

"Comrade Brigade Commander, you're right." Karsokov replied: "Our mission is to assist them through the front line, and the rest of the matter has nothing to do with us."

Sokov saw a piece of paper on the table, which seemed to be written on it, so he quickly reached out and picked it up and looked in front of him carefully.

"Comrade Brigade Commander," Karsokov took the opportunity to say, "This is my call record with the Third Battalion. Captain Nazorov, the Third Battalion Commander, reported that when they were digging the second-tier position, water suddenly emerged from the ground, causing the newly dug trenches to be flooded with water, and the soldiers could not stay inside. He asked for instructions, could the construction of the second-tier position be suspended?"

"No, Comrade Chief of Staff, this is definitely not possible." Sokov said to Karsokov with a serious expression: "You call Captain Nazorov immediately and ask for a different place to build fortifications. Anyway, before dawn, the fortifications of the second-tier positions must be completed."

When Sokov was assigning missions during the day, he personally told Karsokov why he built the second-line position. At this moment, seeing Sokov was dissatisfied with the third battalion commander, he quickly picked up the phone and answered the third battalion commander: "Is the third battalion commander? I am Lieutenant Colonel Karsokov, please let your battalion commander answer the phone."

"Hello, Comrade Chief of Staff." Soon, Nazorov's voice came from the receiver: "Did the brigade commander agree to us to build the second-tier position?"

Karsokov glanced at Sokov and continued, "The Brigade Commander ordered you to build the fortifications of the second-tier position overnight, and be sure to complete the construction before dawn."

Nazorov suddenly wailed: "Comrade Chief of Staff, when I called you just now, it was not that groundwater emerged from our second-tier positions, flooding our fortifications, and the soldiers could not stay in it at all."

"The order is clear, that is, you will build new fortifications in the second-tier position. Since the water is coming from the selected area now, then change the construction." Karsokov said bluntly: "Comrade Captain, I would like to remind you that the order is used for execution, not for discussion. Do you understand?"

"Okay." Nazorov said helplessly: "I will execute the order and continue construction in another place later."

Sokov waited for Karsokov to put down the phone and looked at him and asked, "Why, Captain Nazorov is in emotions?"

"Of course." Karsokov nodded and said, "As far as I know, their second-tier positions started construction in the afternoon. The commanders and soldiers worked hard for several hours. Seeing that the fortifications were about to be completed, but the groundwater suddenly popped up and directly flooded the trenches. If anyone had to go crazy, it was already winter in Moscow. There were two snowfalls in the beginning of the month. If the soldiers were soaked in the water, such a cold day would definitely cause a frost."

"I don't care about their difficulties, but the second-line positions must be established, which is responsible for the lives of the commanders and fighters." Sokov said with a serious expression: "The flesh and blood cannot stop the enemy's shells. In order to reduce casualties, we can only temporarily transfer the soldiers to the second-line positions to hide when the enemy's shelling and bombing to avoid shelling and bombing."

Romanlov came over and handed a telegram to Sokov: "Comrade Brigade Commander, the telegram, just received it!"

Sokov took the telegram and quickly browsed it. Karsokov came over and asked curiously: "Comrade Brigade Commander, what is the telegram?"

"The telegram was sent by a reconnaissance team." After reading the contents of the telegram, Sokov handed it to Karsokov and said with some confusion: "They seized a strange van, which was empty and nothing."

After quickly browsing the content, Karsokov couldn't help frowning: "And this van was captured by the reconnaissance team on the way to the forefront. Comrade Commander, tell me, what is this van used to transport?"

Before Sokov could speak, Romanov's expression froze, and then said carefully: "Can it be a truck that transports poison gas bombs? You know, the enemy has been unable to break through our army's defense line for a long time, and may have used some special means, such as implementing poison gas bombs on our positions."

"This is impossible, Romanov." Sokov looked at Romanov and said expressionlessly: "I think you have read too many novels, so that you have fantasies. If it was the time of World War I, the Germans released poison gas to our positions in order to break through the defense line, there was still a certain possibility. After all, they had done this. But the situation is different now. Their head of state was once a victim of poison gas bombs in World War I. Therefore, he hated poison gas bombs and would never allow his army to use this weapon on the battlefield."

"Since it's not a truck that transports poison gas bombs, what is this truck used to transport?"

"I don't even know what the car looks like, how do I know what it is done?" Sokov turned around and ordered Romanov: "Immediately telegram the reconnaissance team and ask them to find a way to drive the car back so that we can figure out what the enemy is going to do."

"Okay, comrade comrade commander." Romanov wrote down what Sokov said, turned around and walked to the telephone, bent down to tell Morozova what he said, and urged the other party: "You send the telegram as soon as possible."

Morozova didn't talk nonsense and immediately started sending a telegram.

Two hours later, Captain Ye Feim, the first battalion commander, called and reported: "A strange German van was found and approached the position of our battalion. What should I do?"

Karsokov, who answered the phone, heard Ye Feim say this and immediately ordered: "Comrade Captain, immediately arrange someone to pick him up so that he will not accidentally enter the minefield. Remember, you must let the car pass through the minefield safely. You must not make any mistakes, do you understand?"

After waiting for more than half an hour, a strange van appeared at the door of the brigade command.

The scout came in and reported to Sokov and others: "Comrade Commander, I have already driven back the van you want."

Sokov and his men followed the scouts out of the tent. Looking at the van parked not far away, Sokov couldn't help but fall into deep thought. From the appearance of the car, the scouts standing next to the car immediately stepped forward and opened the two rear doors.

Seeing the car door open, Sokov hurriedly walked forward, trying to see clearly what was inside. When he walked to the car door, he found that it was black and could not see anything clearly, but the smell from inside smoked Sokov.

He covered his nose, took two steps back, and said in disgust: "This carriage is filled with shit, why is it so smelly?"

Karsokov didn't believe in evil, but wanted to walk over and experience it for himself. The next moment, he was suffocated by the stench from the carriage. He took a few steps back and came to Sokov, gasping for breath, and said with a lot of laughter and crying: "Comrade Brigade Commander, you are right. This car should be a planner for pulling manure, otherwise it wouldn't be so smelly."

"Comrade Commander." The scout who drove the car back was a little anxious when he heard Sokov and Karsokov say that the car was a manure-pulling man: "I promise you that this car is definitely not a manure-pulling manure-pulling manure-pulling manure-pulling manure-pulling manure-pulling manure-pulling manure-pulling manure-pulling manure-pulling manure-pulling manure-pulling manure-pulling manure-pulling manure-pulling manure-pulling manure-pulling manure-pulling manure-pulling manure-pulling manure-pulling manure-pulling manure-pulling manure-pulling manure-pulling manure-pulling manure-pulling manure-pulling manure-pulling manure-pulling manure-pulling manure-pulling manure-pulling manure-pulling manure-pulling manure-pulling manure-pulling manure-pulling manure-pulling manure-pulling

As he said that, he turned around and took a section of hose from the carriage, came to Sokov and the others, and continued, "Look, this is what I found in the carriage. If this car is a manure, then the hose should be full of feces, but look, it is clean here."

Sokov took the flashlight handed over by Romanov and took a picture into the hose. He found that the pipe was indeed clean as the scout said, which means that the car was definitely not used to transport feces. He turned his head and asked Karsokov: "Chief of Staff, tell me, what is this car used for?"
Chapter completed!