The command center of the 315th Division is also set up in a tent, with two sentries standing guard at the door.

The sentry saw several people walking towards the tent, quickly took off the rifle that was slapped on his shoulder, pointed the muzzle at the person coming, and asked sternly: "Stop, I'll shoot if I move forward!"

The leader was Sokov. After hearing the voice of the sentry, he raised his hand to let everyone stop, and then stood there and said to the sentry: "Comrade Warrior, I am Lieutenant Colonel Sokov, the commander of the Infantry Brigade, and I came here to meet your division commander."

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

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

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

"Hello, comrade Colonel." Sokov raised his hand and saluted Polytic, and then said politely: "I heard that Lieutenant Colonel Harlanchuk was injured in the daytime battle, so he came to visit him."

Polytic turned his head and said to a corner of the tent, "Kalanthuk, Lieutenant Colonel Sokov is here to see you."

Sokov looked along Polytic and saw Haranchuk, whose hand was hanging on his chest with a suspender, sitting on the floor in the corner.

"Lieutenant Colonel Sokov, I really didn't expect that you would come here to visit me so late." Halanchuk said, and then struggled to stand up.

Seeing this, Sokov quickly raised his hand to stop him: "Lt. Col. Harlanchuk, you have injuries on your body, so sit down."

Halanchuk nodded, and did not insist on standing up anymore. He smiled and said to Sokov: "I was telling the division commander yesterday that the three commanders in the division are the best luck. After fighting for such a long time, I was not even injured. Who knew that I was injured even after not long after talking."

Hearing Haranchuk say this, Politic said with emotion: "Fortunately we have returned to our own defense zone, otherwise minor injuries like this may cause the wound to become suppurated due to lack of medical treatment and medicine. Maybe they will have to amputate due to serious infection."

Sokov came here tonight. In addition to visiting Harlanchuk's injuries, he also wanted to talk to Politic about adjusting tactics against the daytime battle.

He coughed softly, and then apologized to Polytic, "Comrade Colonel, today I thought that the enemy was hit by artillery fire, lost its establishment, and did not have much combat effectiveness, so that your troops could assist us in the battle. But what I didn't expect was that you had paid such a heavy price."

Polytic grinned and said disapprovingly: "Lieutenant Colonel Sokov, there is no immortality in war. As long as you can defeat the enemy, no matter how high the price it costs, I think it is worth it. What do you think?"

"Comrade Colonel!" Sokov said carefully after organizing the words in his mind: "I think in war, we must know how to save ourselves and eliminate enemies, and at the lowest cost, to eliminate as many enemies as possible."

Unexpectedly, as soon as Sokov finished speaking, a shocked expression appeared on his face. He said sternly: "Lieutenant Colonel Sokov, don't you know that the idea of ​​winning by 'leaking less blood' was immediately criticized by his superiors as an incorrect idea of ​​guiding the army to win easily. I really didn't expect that you would have such a wrong idea in your mind."

"Comrade Colonel, you can't say that." Sokov defended: "Since the outbreak of the war, many previous ideas have changed. The idea of ​​achieving the greatest victory with the smallest casualties is not my first idea, but a new concept that more and more middle and senior commanders have learned through cruel wars."

"Is that?" Politic said half-believingly: "I didn't expect that after we stayed behind enemy lines for a few months, many changes in things would be beyond my understanding."

"Yes, comrade Colonel." Sokov considered that his military rank was lower than Polytic, and he understood some things in his heart, but could not say it casually. He could only say tactfully: "After the outbreak of this war, many things were changing subtly. If we cannot make timely adjustments, we will be eliminated by this era."

When saying this, Sokov couldn't help but remember several marshals in the early stages of the war. Whether it was Temusingo, Budoni and Voroshilov, they were experienced veteran commanders and achieved great achievements that could be recorded in history. However, during the entire Patriotic War, their military ideas could not be consistent with the current war situation, so they gradually marginalized from the roles that were reused in the early stages of the war.

Polytic was silent, he was repeatedly pondering what Sokov said.

Sokov chatted for a few more times, then stood up and left.

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

"I saw that he finished drawing the drawings and asked him to go back and rest."

Sokov was happy when he heard this and asked quickly: "Where are the drawings?"

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

Sokov picked up the drawings and looked carefully. The drawings drawn on them were indeed the AK47 drawings he was familiar with. Not only were there complete gun drawings, but there were also three views of each part, and detailed numbers were marked next to each part.

Karsokov, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but ask, seeing Sokov looked at the drawings so tragically, "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 drawing, said without raising his head: "It would be great if I look at this drawing. If the physical objects can be produced as soon as possible, I believe that the combat effectiveness of our brigade can be improved to a higher level."

"Is this new weapon really that powerful?"

Facing Karsokov's questions, Sokov looked up at him and said, "Although I am not good at weapon design, I think Anton's belly still has something in his stomach when he sees these two drawings. I will send the drawings to the Group Army Command tomorrow and let the commanders and others see if they can find the military department to produce a batch of sample guns based on the drawings."

"Comrade Brigade Commander, I don't think you need to go there specifically." Karsokov reminded Sokov: "Maybe after dawn tomorrow, our defense zone will be attacked by the Germans. As the brigade commander, you cannot leave your post at will."

After hearing what Karsokov said, Sokov immediately realized that he had considered the problem too simply. He is now the brigade commander of the infantry brigade. If he would take a design drawing that he didn't know whether it was valuable, he would go to the army headquarters to find Rokosovsky early tomorrow morning, and 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 the infantry brigade, I cannot leave my post casually. So, tomorrow you arrange a communications soldier to send this design drawing to the Group Army Command and hand it over to the commander's hand, and see what he says when he arrives."

...

Early the next morning, Karsokov had no time to arrange the communications soldiers to send the design drawings to the Group Army Command, Khabarov came to the Brigade Command.

Seeing Sokov sitting at the table drinking tea, Khabarov nodded at him and asked, "Comrade Brigade Commander, can you come out? 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 a clearing 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 the drawings I drew to the Army Command?"

"If you don't show up, I plan to send the communications troopers to the Army Command after breakfast." After answering the question that Khabarov was interested in, Sokov asked back: "By the way, the drawings of AK47 have come out. What should I do if it uses bullets?"

The AK47 uses 7.62×39mm M1943 intermediate power bullets, and there is no such weapon in this era. If you want to equip the AK47 on a large scale, the first thing you need to solve is the bullet problem.

"This is easy to deal with." Khabarov said confidently: "If the superiors can approve this drawing and produce sample guns according to the drawings, it will not be too late for me to develop the bullets needed for the firearms."

"I hope the AK47 will be released soon." Sokov said with emotion: "Our troops will equip this light weapon early, which will have an advantage in firepower over the German army on the battlefield."

Khabarov's interest seemed not to be on the new guns, so he quickly changed the topic: "By the way, Misha, in another week, it will be October Day. I wonder if the superiors have drawn your troops to participate in the Red Square military parade?"

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

"Misha, that's how I thought about it." Khabarov looked around and told Sokov what he really thought: "If we can all take advantage of the military parade and return to Moscow, we will have the opportunity to see the female policewoman you mentioned. Then the three of us will make a good idea and what methods should we use to return to the future."

"Anton, you really think about the problem too simply." Sokov said with a wry smile: "Even if we can participate in this Red Square parade, do you think we can leave the troops at will and find the people we want to meet after we arrive in Moscow?"

"Ah, can't you leave the team casually even after entering Moscow?"

"This is for sure." Sokov said seriously: "During the military parade, there must be a lot of guard near Red Square. Even if the 16th Army sent a referee unit this time, I was led by me, and I could only take everyone to move in the prescribed area."

After Sokov reminded him, Khabarov immediately remembered the plot he saw in the movie that year: the mixed camp led by Klochkov arrived at the location of the Kazan Church ruins next to the Gum Mall, and immediately lined up to enter the Red Square for review. When the troops passed through the Red Square and walked along the Vasily slope to the Moscow River, they took the truck parked here and returned to Volokoramsk again.

Khabarov recalled the plots in these movies and his face turned pale. He murmured: "Misha, can we just stay at the forefront until we are beaten to death? Do we still have a chance to return to our original world?"

Seeing Khabarov's mood was so low, Sokov quickly comforted him and said, "Anton, don't worry, there will be a road before the car reaches the mountain. Although we cannot 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 make sure I'm safe?"

"Of course it can be guaranteed." In order to reassure Khabarov, Sokov decided to tell his little secret: "When I traveled through time, I not only obtained the skill of German proficiency, but also found that after I was injured, the wound could heal quickly, and my blood could also be used to treat serious wounded people, so that they could heal in a very short time."

Khabarov stared at Sokov with wide eyes and asked in surprise: "Misha, are you saying 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 were healed in just a few hours. Do you think it's magical?"

"Misha, if you don't speak nonsense, then this kind of thing is amazing."

"Anton, listen to me." Sokov said to Khabarov with a stern face: "I will send someone to send the drawings to General Rokosovsky first. If he thinks your drawings are feasible and sends them to the weapons and equipment department, I plan to recommend you to work as a weapon designer..."

Before Sokov finished speaking, Khabarov interrupted his later words: "Misha, you know as well as me. Don't look at how I can draw many weapons, they are all the experience accumulated from years of battlefield treasure hunting. If I were really asked to design a weapon, I'm afraid it would be a mistake right away."

"Anton, I think the drawings you can draw are probably not just AK47, right?" Sokov looked at Khabarov and asked, "There should be other weapons."

"Yes, I do draw a lot of weapon drawings," Khabarov said: "But the premise is that I have to enter the weapons and equipment department so that I have the opportunity to draw all the weapons that I am familiar with in my future generations."

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

Before Khabarov answered, he continued, "I think you have not eaten yet, so let's accompany me to the command center for some food."
Chapter completed!