Chapter 450 Transfer

"But we can't change this, Comrade Andrianka!" Major Mikhailevich was a little frustrated.

They really can't change, because the shame of defeat is like a brand branded on this army, and its number and soldiers will stay together forever.

So it's almost impossible to get good equipment and "normal" missions, those are decided by the Supreme Command, the 82nd Infantry Regiment is more like a puppet who can't control itself... The puppet can't change the thread of course people's thoughts.

unless……

"Unless we can win a battle!" Shulka said, "or play an important role in the battle!"

Major Mikhailvich replied: "We all know this, Shulka, because it will restore our honor, but we will probably be dead before that, and the unit will no longer exist!"

"Probably not!" Shulka replied.

"How can it not be?" Andrianka spread his hands: "Can we win by charging at the enemy with rifles and grenades? No, I don't think so!"

Shulka said nothing.

Major Mikhailvich and Andrianka thought that Shulka could do nothing about it, but no, Shulka just didn't know how to explain his thoughts.

Or it can be said that this idea cannot be explained and understood at all, unless they are told that they can foresee the future and know what will happen in the future.

When Major Mikhailvich and Andrianka went out to train the troops, Schur found an excuse to dismiss the guards, and then called Kalashnikov.

The call was answered by a correspondent. In this era, even a place like the tractor factory cannot have one phone call for each office, especially Kalashnikov is not considered an important person at this time.

After more than a minute, Kalashnikov answered the phone. When he heard Shulka's voice, he couldn't help but exclaimed: "Shulka, I heard that you have been promoted. How about it? How is the new team?"

"Yes, I'm fine!" Shulka replied insincerely.

Kalashnikov wanted to say something more, but Shulka interrupted him: "I don't have much time, Comrade Kalashnikov, I need your help with something!"

"Of course, Shulka!" Kalashnikov responded immediately.

"I am now in the 82nd Infantry Regiment of the 27th Infantry Division of the Third Army!" Shulka said, "Do you remember this number?"

"Well, yes, Comrade Shulka!" Kalashnikov replied.

"You find a way to transfer it to Stalingrad!"

"What?" Kalashnikov couldn't help being stunned: "But, how can I do it?"

"Think about it, Kalashnikov!" Shulka said. "For example, your plan needs talents, workers, or something!"

"Okay, I'll try!" Kalashnikov replied, "But I can't guarantee that it will work!"

"Thank you, Comrade Kalashnikov!"

"Fuck you!" Kalashnikov cursed and hung up the phone.

That's what Shulka thinks.

Shulka considered that whenever the 82nd Infantry Regiment went to the battlefield, it would be hard to escape the fate of cannon fodder.

This is not only because of the equipment, but also because of the nature of the mission: if the superiors arrange for the 82nd infantry to step on mines or use their lives to scout enemy firepower, so what if Shulka is capable? In such an army, Shulka's ideas had no chance to play out.

After much deliberation, there is only one suitable battlefield for the 82nd Infantry Regiment... Stalingrad.

Although the environment of the Stalingrad battlefield is harsh, and it is said that the troops who entered the meat grinder of Stalingrad in history rarely survived for three days.

But this is all without preparation.

If Shulka can lead the 82nd Infantry Regiment to make some preparations in Stalingrad, maybe it can play some unexpected roles.

On the other side, Kalashnikov went straight to Sisoy.

"Comrade Sisoy!" Kalashnikov said directly to Sisoy: "Do you remember Comrade Shulka?"

"Of course!" Hisoey replied.

"He is now the deputy commander of the 82nd Infantry Regiment!"

"Oh, this is what he deserves!" Hisoi didn't know the actual situation, but still sighed with emotion: "In fact, I think he should have become a commander long ago!"

"I don't know why!" Kalashnikov said: "Shulka wants his troops to come to Stalingrad for training. Maybe...he is more familiar with the training factory here or some other reason, I don't know very well, you What is the solution?"

"Of course, Comrade Kalashnikov!" Sisoy responded without thinking about it: "It would be great if his troops could come here for training. I happen to have some questions to ask him!"

So, the matter went smoothly.

After all, this is not a big deal for Sisuoyi, and it is not difficult for Sisuoyi to transfer a unit. It is normal for scientific research units to transfer some personnel.

Shulka never told Major Mikhailvich or Andrianka about it.

All they knew was that a few days later, the division headquarters called the regiment headquarters and ordered: "Assemble at the train station immediately, the goal is Stalingrad, there is a new mission!"

"Yes!" Major Mikhailvich couldn't help but wonder after putting down the phone: "Stalingrad?"

Andrianka shook his head helplessly, and said, "Maybe they intend to treat us as workers. I heard that tanks, shells and other things are mass-produced there!"

Major Mikhailvich nodded in agreement, but he couldn't think of any new tasks for Stalingrad.

Shulka also pretended not to know.

After all, who believes that a rear city like Stalingrad will soon become a battlefield for Germany and the Soviet Union and even become the meat grinder with the most casualties in history?

Uryupinsk is not far from Stalingrad, more than 300 kilometers, and will arrive in a few hours.

Kalashnikov had been waiting for Shulka at the station a long time ago. As soon as he saw Shulka, he greeted Shulka warmly and gave Shulka a hug.

To be honest, Shulka is not used to this kind of behavior, but this is almost always the case when meeting friends in the Soviet Union, so Shulka just went to do as the Romans do.

"How?" Kalashnikov punched Shulka and said, "I'm already a senior commander, I should salute you, Comrade Deputy Commander!"

Shulka just raised his head towards his troops next to him: "Those are my soldiers!"

Kalashnikov froze immediately, and looked at Shulka in disbelief.

Obviously, these soldiers are not at the same level as the 1st Guards Tank Brigade.