Prohibition of Interference. Book 2. Tactical Level. Макс Глебов

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СКАЧАТЬ a lot and it's cloudy. The aviation does not fly, so there is no information, and the high headquarters are afraid, that the Germans will strike from here to the north, to the rear of the South-Western Front.”

      “How do you know this, Nagulin? Or does the front commander himself report the situation to you?”

      “I don't know, Comrade Captain. I'm just guessing, based on what you told me.”

      “That's it, Junior Lieutenant, you're free. Go settle in and take over Ignatov's platoon, and I still have to get the group ready for the evening to go out for a prisoner who will talk. There aren't even a dozen experienced scouts in the company. The rest are ordinary infantry. I can't send them on such a mission.”

      “Permission for me to go with the group, Comrade Captain?”

      “You'll have this opportunity more than once, Nagulin, don't fuss.”

      “The Germans are up to something, I can feel it. Then it may be too late.”

      “So you feel…” said Shcheglov thoughtfully, sinking down on a rough stool, “You used to say 'I hear' or 'I see,' and I believed you. Or rather, I didn't believe it right away, but then I didn't doubt it anymore. And now you say 'I feel,' and again I want to brush off those 'feelings' of yours. But Captain Shcheglov does not keep making the same mistakes. Okay, you're in the group. I'll take you myself – you're not familiar with the local conditions yet, so I won't trust you with people on the first mission. We meet here at midnight, we leave at one-thirty. Look, Nagulin, you asked for it.”

      “Permission to go take the platoon and get ready?”

      “Go, Junior Lieutenant, though, wait a minute. You know who I met this morning at the First Battalion position?”

      I waited silently for the continuation, looking at the Captain with interest.

      “Sergeant Major Serova. She even asked me where to find the battalion commander. Lipovich assigned her as a sniper in the third company. Today is just a meeting day, don't you think?”

* * *

      The weather favored us. Low cloud cover obscured the moon, and the rustle of drizzling rain concealed the sounds. Even the flares weren't much help to the enemy – their light was lost in the rain. It was wet, dirty, but at least not too cold. It would be an exaggeration to call the German defense line discontinuous, but there were gaps between the trenches and strongholds. The enemy gradually expanded the Kremenchuk bridgehead, and the Germans did not always have time to equip full-fledged positions. It would be great to hit them now with a couple of tank divisions supported by heavy artillery, but where to get them? The Southwestern Front has almost no reserves, and the forces allocated by the General Headquarters are spent on flank counterstrikes against the advancing Guderian tanks.

      “There's the enemy's machine-gun position ahead – 130 meters forward and 15 meters to the left,” I reported to Sheglov, who had long ceased to be surprised by such revelations on my part, “It's better to go around it on the left. On the right there's a continuous line of trenches, and the Germans do not sleep there.”

      “Got it,” the Captain nodded, changing direction, and we crawled forward, crouching to the ground in the flashes of flares flying into the sky.

      There was regular rumbling all around – the Germans were delivering disturbing fire at the positions of the 300th Infantry Division. Our troops tried to respond, but they were clearly saving shells.

      Since the order to seize a prisoner for interrogation came directly from the headquarters of the 38th Army, the division commander gave Captain Shcheglov a corresponding task. The top brass didn't want just anyone. Ordinary soldiers or noncommissioned officers can not know much, although one can argue with this – exceptions occur, but the probability of coming across such a knowledgeable lower-ranking person is still not too high. So we were ordered to take an officer, and that made it very difficult. The bridgehead is not the Germans' deep rear on the western bank of the Dnieper. Officers don't walk around here alone, and we still have to find them in the middle of the night in pitch black when we have to stick our faces in the dirt after every flash of a flare.

      In fact, there was almost certainly no point in capturing some ordinary infantry lieutenant, either, and I told Shcheglov about this at once. The Captain grimaced, realizing that I was offering him a raid deep into the German bridgehead, but in the end he agreed. I needed to do this for two purposes. First, I wanted to be on the bank of the Dnieper to be able to tell the Captain that I had heard and seen signs of preparations for the delivery of heavy equipment to the bridgehead, and second, I needed a successful operation in order to gain a certain credibility in the eyes of division commander Kuznetsov, otherwise he simply would not listen to me.

      The gap in German positions was explained quite simply. They were cut in two by a ravine overgrown with bushes, with a stream running along the bottom, which was turbid from the mud that flowed down the slopes. This waterlogged place was completely unsuitable for combat operations, and the Germans limited themselves to setting up a dozen and a half mines in the most passable places.

      The computer highlighted these German surprises to me in an alarming orange color, but Shcheglov was not born yesterday either and knew very well, what one could run into in such places.

      “Remizov, move forward,” the Captain ordered quietly.

      The sapper moved slowly deep into the ravine, checking the ground in front of him with a special probing rod, while I was careful to make sure that he would not miss the deadly gift from the Germans in the dark and slippery mud. The Captain looked concentrated, but I didn't feel too much tension in him. Apparently, the commander was confident in his subordinate's qualifications. In any case, Remizov was up to the task. He did not touch the mines he found, but only raised his hand each time and carefully crawled around the dangerous spot. The group followed in his wake.

      There were five of us on the raid. Besides me, Remizov and the Captain, Sergeant Ignatov and Pfc Nikiforov, who were very familiar to me, were with us. The only person new to me in the group was the sapper.

      We traversed the first German defense line for about an hour and a half, and when it was behind us, the scouts looked like big moving lumps of mud. Only the weapons, which everyone was trying to protect, looked more or less clean. But now we could afford to move faster, since there were noticeably fewer Germans.

      Enemy infantry moved in separate groups along some very bad roads leading from the coast to the front line. It looked like the Germans used the night time to reinforce their troops on the bridgehead. There were also horsed antitank guns, and this indicated that not only ordinary boats but also more serious watercraft were involved in the crossing.

      “We must keep going, Comrade Captain,” I suggested softly to Shcheglov, “everything will become clearer near the river, and there are probably officers there – someone has to distribute the incoming soldiers. And here we can search for control points until the morning, and it's not a fact that we'll find them.”

      “Go right, Nagulin,” the Captain nodded toward the nearest group of trees, which seemed a vague blur in the darkness. It was obvious that he really did not want to get into the middle of this snake's nest, but Shcheglov saw no other way to perform the command's task.

      In about 40 minutes we came to the Dnieper. The splash of the oars and the muffled commands in German resounded far and wide in the moisture-soaked air. No one prevented the Germans from crossing the river. It seemed that the command of the Southwestern Front did not consider an increase in the number of enemy infantry on the Kremenchuk bridgehead a serious problem for itself; moreover, it had, by and large, no way to effectively prevent the Wehrmacht infantry divisions from moving across the Dnieper СКАЧАТЬ