Chapter 151 Breakout Hero

? Due to the emergency of the military situation, Zhukov, who was dismissed and sent to Leningrad, was urgently transferred to Moscow to serve as the representative of the Supreme Command of the Western Front... In fact, he commanded the defense of the entire Moscow.

Therefore, in the era of war, talented commanders do not need to worry about dismissal and transfer. Their careers will be promoted by the enemy, because no one can defeat the enemy except these talented commanders.

On the contrary, those military officers who have made a name for themselves in peacetime will show their true colors.

Zhukov didn't complain about this. He only said one sentence when he received the order: "I need to transfer the most elite troops to Moscow!"

The 333rd was certainly one of the most elite units.

In terms of training and equipment, the 333rd Regiment can hardly be called an "elite", because they are even a mixed army of various arms, and some are even equipped with pistols instead of rifles. The situation of the Ninth Army was changed.

However, judging from the record of this unit, they are truly "elite": breaking out from Brest, beautiful defensive battles and breakout battles on the old border, and the anti-encirclement of Kyiv and the final attack on Ao Desa.

Every battle is remarkable, even the truly elite such as the 5th Airborne Brigade did not have such impressive results.

So it was a matter of course to "shoot the first bird" and transfer the 333rd regiment to defend Moscow.

After handing over the affairs of the guerrilla headquarters to Major Varenka, Shulka and others boarded the train to Odessa under the escort of the guards.

As I said before, transferring a unit from Kyiv requires a big detour. Fortunately, the 333rd regiment was in Odessa instead of Kyiv, which saved a lot of trouble.

So Shulka, Major Gavrilov, and the deputy instructor got off the car directly at the port of Odessa.

It was after nine o'clock in the evening, and it was still raining, but the amount of rain was much smaller.

The three of them put on raincoats and got off the train. They saw darkness all around them. Although they could faintly see people coming and going, there were no lights or flashlights... Any light could attract bombs from enemy bombers, and everything was in danger. is operating in the dark.

Even in order to avoid the risk of exposure, troops need to turn in flashlights, lighters, cigarettes and the like before entering the port.

Even Shulka and others are no exception... Several large baskets were piled up at the entrance, and the soldiers guarding the door whispered tirelessly:

"Please hand over the lighter, flashlight,

Anything that shines! "

"Cigarettes here, lighters here..."

Gavrilov was a little reluctant to part with the two packs of German cigarettes he brought out from the Front Army Command, so he asked, "Cigarettes don't glow by themselves, can I carry them with me?"

"No, Comrade!" replied the soldier, "If you have a cigarette in your pocket, you will always find a way to light it!"

"Will you give it back to us?" Shulka asked.

"Oh, of course, comrade!" replied the soldier, and took Shulka's cigarette and put it in his pocket naturally.

Looking at Shulka's protesting eyes, the soldier said: "Comrade, you can mark the items, and then we will fly them to Crimea by plane!"

Several soldiers laughed.

Then Shulka realized that this was indeed a very stupid question. Now the materials are all shipped from Crimea, and there is no reason to bring the materials back to Crimea, which is relatively affluent, including cigarettes.

Then walking into the entrance, Shulka and others soon discovered that they couldn't even take their rifles, pistols or even raincoats with them.

"You will be on the boat soon, you don't need raincoats!" said the soldier in charge of collecting the raincoats.

Major Gavrilov complained: "They almost took away our uniforms and let us board the ship naked!"

"Keep your voice down, Major!" said Shulka. "Let them hear it, and they might do it!"

Then Shulka and Major Gavrilov laughed, but the assistant instructor didn't react at all.

"Comrade deputy instructor!" Shulka couldn't help but asked in doubt: "Have you always been this serious?"

"Is there any problem?" The assistant instructor asked back.

"No, there's no problem!" Shulka was a little embarrassed, maybe this is the need of his work!

After groping in the dark for a while, I finally found the location of the 333rd regiment... It was so dark that it was not easy to find a unit. Great but not really sure until after asking face to face.

At this time, the 333rd regiment was all disarmed. In fact, they left their equipment on the front line, and they were also drenched in the rain without raincoats.

Seeing Shulka and the others, the soldiers couldn't help shouting excitedly:

"Comrade regiment commander, comrade company commander, we thought you would miss the boat!"

Shulka joked: "If we can't catch up, you can mess around!"

"Of course not, Comrade Company Commander!" said the actor, "During the time you were not in the army, we seemed to be missing something!"

"Really? Don't think this can fool me, Okunev!" Shulka said: "You were searched for cigarettes, I tell you... mine was also searched!"

The soldiers let out a burst of laughter.

But Leonev said: "He is right, Comrade Company Commander. In fact, not only us, comrades in other units are also asking this!"

"What?" This made Shulka a little confused: "What did they ask?"

"Ask when you'll be back!"

"Yes! Nikov asked several times in a row!"

"There are three battalions of Varlaam!"

...

"Why do they care about this?" Shulka asked as he took a seat.

"Because everyone knows you're the 'runaway hero'!" the actor laughed: "They think the troops are safe only when you're around!"

Shulka couldn't help being a little ridiculous when he heard the words... Can such an army be called an elite? An elite team defending Moscow?

The deputy instructor stood up at this moment, cleared his throat, and said in a very serious tone: "Comrades, I think I must emphasize one thing, from now on the 'running hero' does not exist, Comrade Shulka It's 'Breakout Heroes,' get it?"

"Yes, Comrade Deputy Instructor!"

...

The soldiers answered one after another.

When the assistant instructor sat back, Shulka asked suspiciously: "Why, comrade assistant instructor? It's just a nickname!"

"You will know later!" The assistant instructor replied: "It's not just a nickname!"