Prohibition of Interference. Book 2. Tactical Level

Max Glebow

Prohibition of Interference. Book 2. Tactical Level

Chapter 1

The Dnieper to the north and south of Kyiv abounds with islands, and its width, even in the narrowest places, is about a kilometer. According to the leadership of the Red Army in August 1941, the river was an important factor in creating a strong defense of Kyiv.

From orbit the situation looked very sad for the Russian troops, although for the front commanders on the ground it might not have seemed so threatening. The German 6th Army began to storm the Kyiv fortified area and thoroughly cut into the Soviet defense, but the introduction of fresh divisions allowed the Red Army to restore the situation by mid-August, pushing back the enemy and unblocking the concrete fortifications, the garrisons of which had been fighting in encirclement for almost a week. This success seemed to have led Comrade Stalin and his generals to believe in the ability of Southwest Front forces to hold the capital of Soviet Ukraine, but the situation at the front changed sharply once again.

Convinced that, despite the capture of Smolensk, the German troops could not break the stubborn resistance of the Soviet forces, the Wehrmacht command considered it impossible to continue the offensive against Moscow without eliminating the threat from the flank, from the armies of the Southwest Front, which were still stubbornly defending the Kyiv bulge. On 24 August 2nd Panzer Group[1] and the infantry army of Maximilian von Weichs turned south and launched an offensive to encircle the Russian forces defending Kyiv. The Soviet divisions, weakened by previous battles, could not stop the Wehrmacht tank fist, but they still launched vigorous counterstrokes from the east against the flank of Guderian's motorized units, which diverted his forces and slowed his advance to the south. Perhaps the Southwest Front could cope with 2nd Panzer Group, even supported by Weichs' infantry, and, if not win, at least not to be surrounded. Apparently, the Red Army command sincerely believed that the Germans would limit themselves to this strike, as soon as the enemy did not have an equally powerful tank group on the southern flank of Kyiv's defense. In fact, the Soviet generals again underestimated the Wehrmacht's ability to maneuver mobile formations quickly and unexpectedly.

Simultaneously with Guderian's strike, the huge masses of tanks, artillery and automobiles in German Army Group South came on the move. Satellites showed me columns of equipment from General Ewald von Kleist's Panzer Group stretching for dozens of kilometers, which were moving in forced march toward the southern face of the Kyiv bulge. Now they were still on the western bank of the Dnieper, and in order to strike from the south to meet Guderian's tanks, they needed to cross over to one of the bridgeheads previously captured by the Germans. However, judging by the amount of engineering equipment that the Germans were bringing to the river, the German troops were up to the task, although they had to use almost all the means of passage at their disposal. Such a mass of equipment required a kilometer-long pontoon bridge capable of supporting tanks.

I saw the death loop tighten around the Russian armies, but what can a junior lieutenant waiting to be assigned to a new unit in a shallow rear area do in such a situation?

The situation of Soviet and German troops at the beginning of September 1941. The blue shaded arrow is a strike by Heinz Guderian's Panzer Group, inflicted in early September. The blue dotted arrow is the planned strike from the Kremenchuk bridgehead by Ewald von Kleist's Panzer Group (in real history it took place on September 12 and led to the closure of the Kyiv pocket).

* * *

Our breakthrough from the encirclement was met by the command very ambiguously. NKVD officers from the Special Department of the Southern Front immediately took General Muzychenko and Division Commander Sokolov, and all the others who escaped the pocket were taken to the rear to be re-formed. But that doesn't mean we've been left alone. A week later I was summoned to the Special Department.

“Have a seat, Comrade Nagulin,” the battalion commissar nodded as he listened to my report, “we have a long conversation ahead of us.”

I sat silently on the stool in front of the officer's desk, and my face was full of concentration. The fact that he addressed me as 'Comrade Nagulin' made me a little uneasy, but at least it wasn't just 'Nagulin'. If, after all, I am a 'comrade', I can expect no immediate accusation of something incompatible with life and liberty just yet.

“It wasn't long ago that you were a common soldier, Comrade Nagulin, wasn't it?”

I wanted to answer, but the commissar stopped me by raising his palm.

“And you were promoted to junior lieutenant by personal order of the commander of the 6th Army already in the encirclement. It's a little unusual, don't you think?”

“Discussing the decisions of the Army Commander is beyond my authority and competence, Comrade Battalion Commissar,” I pretended not to understand what he was getting at, keeping a neutral expression on my face.

“In this you are undoubtedly right, Comrade Nagulin, but still. There is an opinion that the Army Commander was in a hurry and made this decision under the pressure of circumstances, not being able to carefully weigh the pros and cons.”

I was silent, and the Commissar watched my reaction carefully.

“Now the Special Department of the Front is conducting an investigation,” the NKVD officer told me in a confidential tone, “The 6th and 12th Armies effectively ceased to exist. I can't give you exact figures – the information is classified – but the implications are that the likelihood of treason at the top of the armies is very high.”

“Comrade…” I couldn't keep quiet about it, but the Commissar stopped me again with a hand gesture.

“I know what you want to say, Comrade Nagulin. But believe me, from the point of view of an ordinary soldier and even a platoon commander the situation looks quite different from what it looks like at the army level and, especially, at the front level. So don't be in a hurry to speak out, but listen to me for now.”

I obediently fell silent.

“In fact, no one has any complaints about the actions of your platoon and to you personally, although there are questions, but that's a topic for a separate conversation,” continued the Commissar, “Moreover, most likely, based on the results of the investigation, your new rank will be approved by order of the front commander. But that decision will depend on your answers to my questions – right answers, Comrade Nagulin. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Comrade Battalion Commissar. Don't doubt, I understand the importance of this investigation, and my answers will be truthful, even if that truth would put me and my people in a bad light,” I continued to play the part of the not too clever, but an extremely honest fighter, who sincerely wants to help the investigation, but doesn't know how to do it.

“Very good,” the NKVD officer grimaced slightly. He obviously wanted to hear a slightly different answer, but he didn't comment on my words, “Then let's get to it. What task did Lieutenant General Muzychenko assign you?”

“Form a platoon of anti-aircraft defense to cover the 'special purpose convoy', the headquarters of the 6th Army had to leave the encirclement as part of it.”

“And you've accomplished that task,” the Commissar nodded affirmatively, “Now tell me, Comrade Nagulin, who instructed you to bring the equipment and men into your platoon as reinforcements, which turned it, in fact, into a combined company?”

So that's how it is. Comrade Battalion Commissar intends to defame General Muzychenko, and clearly does not do it on his own initiative, but on orders from above. And I really don't want to give up the General…

“The initiative came from me, Comrade Battalion Commissar. I sought to carry out the order in the best possible way. I applied for reinforcements to my immediate supervisor, Major Svirsky. I don't know how decisions were made on them further, but I got people and equipment in most cases.”

“Unfortunately, we won't be able to ask Major Svirsky anything else,” the officer of the Special Department shook his head, “he died when he broke through the German covering force near the village of Yemilovka. But I don't think that without the authorization of the Army Commander, the Major could take out reinforcements for your platoon from units that were not subordinate to him, could he?”

“I do not have this information, Comrade Battalion Commissar.”

“And think about it, Comrade Nagulin,” grinned the NKVD officer, “the regulations do not forbid it. Try to take a broader view of the situation, by going beyond the task in front of you. You are a junior commander, and your actions are quite understandable to me. You have an order, and as you yourself said, you are striving to carry it out in the best way possible, for which purpose you ask for anti-aircraft guns in your platoon, an armored car, trucks and a DShK machine gun. If you look at it from the platoon commander's point of view, it's reasonable and the right thing to do. Now let's look at these actions from a different perspective. The army is preparing to break through the encirclement. There is little serviceable equipment, ammunition and fuel left, but all the best is taken from the units to form a staff column. As a result, we get a mechanized battalion, overstaffed with equipment, generously supplied with fuel and ammunition. And on the other side of the scale is the enormous mass of troops left without the essentials of warfare. Even the breakout groups are less well supplied, although the staff column follows their backs.

And what was the result? And the result, Comrade Nagulin, is that of the whole army entrusted by the Motherland to Lieutenant General Muzychenko, only one battalion with the commander at the head breaks out of the pocket, and the whole 6th Army remains in the pocket without the means to continue effective resistance, and only scattered groups and solitary Red Army soldiers and commanders come out to our troops. Do you know how many people besides your battalion were able to get out of the pocket?”

“I can't know that, Comrade Battalion Commissar.”

“And I know! And this knowledge makes me very unhappy, Comrade Nagulin, and makes me wonder who is to blame for what happened.”

I could not deny the NKVD officer his logic. The thing is that explicitly blaming it all on Muzychenko was also wrong. To begin with, instead of holding Pervomaisk with all its forces, the 18th Army withdrew to the south, and the leadership of the Southern Front did not even warn the encircled troops about it. Not to mention the fact that at the most critical moments the armies in the pocket not only had no air support, but did not even receive any orders from the front commander.

The Commissar interpreted my silence in his own way.

“I see that you are beginning to understand the situation, Comrade Nagulin,” he said with satisfaction, “So you confirm that you received an order from Lieutenant General Muzychenko to form a reinforced air defense platoon without regard for the loss of combat effectiveness of the units from which equipment and ammunition will be removed for your unit?”

“I was not ordered to assess the combat effectiveness of the units from which the equipment was removed,” it was no longer possible to keep silent, “I didn't even know where it came from. Major Svirsky was in charge of these matters.”

“But you're not a stupid man, Nagulin,” the NKVD officer shook his head, holding back his irritation, “and you should have understood, that it was impossible to take equipment away from the units without reducing their combat effectiveness.”

The Commissar was actively pushing me to testify against Muzychenko. Of course, the junior lieutenant's words alone could not play a decisive role, but in combination with other 'facts' they were quite capable of 'drowning' the Army Commander. Well, forgive me, comrade Svirsky, who died in battle, I will have to use your name to protect General Muzychenko. Otherwise I have no way to explain how I got the information I received from the satellites as a result of the radio intercepts of talks between Muzychenko and Ponedelin.

“It's not a lieutenant's question, Comrade Battalion Commissar,” I answered after a short pause, “Nevertheless, Major Svirsky deemed it possible to briefly explain to me the reason for gathering the surviving equipment in the staff column.”

“That's very interesting, Comrade Nagulin,” the NKVD officer even leaned forward in his chair, “And what did your immediate superior tell you?”

“He said that Major General Ponedelin, commander of the 12th Army, was appointed commander of all the encircled forces, and that General Muzychenko was actually removed from the planning and organization of the operation to get out of the pocket.

However, according to him, General Muzychenko was given the task of ensuring the breakthrough of the 6th Army staff column to the Southern Front troops and to coordinate with them the efforts to hold the punctured corridor and the subsequent withdrawal of the remaining troops of the encircled armies from the pocket. There was no doubt in my mind that, to this end, the ‘special purpose convoy’ should concentrate the best of the equipment remaining in the line.”

The officer of the Special Department became gloomy. He pondered my words in silence for a while, and then said:

“That's enough for today, Comrade Nagulin. You will now put your testimony in writing, and you are free to go. Our conversation is not over yet, but we will continue it a little later.”

* * *

The special department of the NKVD of the Southern Front was located in Dnepropetrovsk. Battalion Commissar Kirillov did not take the risk of trusting the information he gathered to the telephone and went to his superiors in person. Comrade Sazykin's office was on the third floor of a pre-revolutionary building on Oktyabrskaya Square, where Kirillov arrived close to noon.

“Well, Battalion Commissar, any results?” The head of the Special Department came out from behind the desk and extended his hand to his subordinate.

“Yes, Comrade Commissioner of State Security 3rd Class,” Kirillov nodded, shaking Sazykin's hand, “but not exactly what we hoped for.”

“What have you dug up?”

“The testimony of Muzychenko and Sokolov is confirmed. Pfc. Nagulin, promoted to junior lieutenant by order of the commander of the 6th Army, states that his immediate superior Major Svirsky, while giving him a combat task, also told him the task of the entire 'special purpose convoy'. Why he did it, and how he himself got this information, remains unclear, and it is no longer possible to ask him, but Nagulin's words coincide with the testimony of the Lieutenant General and the Division Commander.”.

“Do you have the papers with you?”

“Yes, everything I collected is here,” Kirillov lightly slapped his palm on his leather briefcase.

“You leave them to me. An order came from Moscow. Muzychenko and Sokolov are being taken away from us. At 4 p.m. a plane will fly in to pick them up, so this case will now go to the top, to the Directorate, and our job is to pass on all the findings to the superiors.”

“Copy that!” Kirillov opened his briefcase and began to take out the cardboard folders, “What about the others who got out of the encirclement?”

“It's the same as usual,” Sazykin shrugged, “We'll interrogate them, and if we don't find any evidence of treason, we'll turn them over to the personnel service. We have divisions of 3,000 men each, so they'll find a place quickly.”

“Shall we send Nagulin to re-form too? Muzychenko, in his testimony, singled him out especially, and even wrote submissions for state awards on him and his men.”

“What rewards, battalion commissar? Two armies and a mech-corps perished in a pocket! Forget it. Let them be glad to be alive.”

“Comrade Commissioner of State Security 3rd Class, allow me to work with Nagulin more thoroughly. This is a very unusual fighter. Not everyone can personally shoot down several enemy planes. He speaks German without an accent. People who have been around him tell stories about his hearing and eyesight…”

“This is not our business, Comrade Kirillov. Do you have reason to suspect Nagulin of treason, criminal cowardice, or collaboration with the enemy?”

“There is no direct evidence, but…”

“I got acquainted with his case, battalion commissar – this case also interested me, but a fighter who personally destroyed so many fascists, can't work for the enemy. Iron evidence of these facts is not always present, but what was seen by dozens of Red Army soldiers and commanders, is more than enough.”

“What if he is not working for the Germans? There are still allies and neutral countries. In that case German losses can only be to his advantage. He is very well prepared. This is noted by Captain Shcheglov and Sergeant Ignatov. This is also confirmed by sniper Serova and Sergeant Pluzhnikov, who, let me remind you, is from our department. I'm not talking about the Red Army soldiers Chezhin and Sharkov, whose opinion could have been ignored, if it didn't coincide with the others. Where could he have received such training? In the taiga, shooting at squirrels? I don't believe it!”

“I thought about it,” nodded the head of the Special Department, “it doesn't add up. No one would ever infiltrate an agent with such training in such a crude way, the risk of losing a valuable specialist is too great. And do the Americans or the British really need an agent on the front lines of the Soviet-German front? The resource cost of preparing an operation of this level is incommensurate with the possible benefits.

All right, that's it! Send him to the personnel office, but don't take the surveillance off. For the time being, let those in charge handle it, and then we'll see. We let him prove himself not in a pocket, when there are almost no living witnesses to his tricks, but in a more controlled situation. The only thing is… whisper to them that Nagulin should be assigned to the same unit as the men in his platoon. We have already worked with them, and it is not yet necessary to expand the circle of people who know about our interest in him.”

“What about his rank?”

“And what about his rank? We have an order from the Commander of the 6th Army. The Front Commander Tyulenev did not cancel it. Muzychenko himself is not yet officially charged with anything, and with these testimonies,” Sazykin nodded at the folders on his desk, “most likely, he will not be charged with anything, he has honestly performed the task, so all the charges will go to General Ponedelin, who surrendered. So let Nagulin be the commander, since he deserves it, especially since his platoon performed at its best during the breakthrough. We can't reward him, so at least we'll keep the cube in his buttonhole. That's it, Battalion Commissar, you're free. I still need to prepare the Muzychenko and Sokolov cases for transfer to Moscow.”

* * *

The respite allowed me to take stock and evaluate my actions. I can't say that I was satisfied with them. Yes, I managed to escape from the pocket, and that is a definite plus, but, as practice has shown, I had all the chances of staying there, having caught an accidental bullet or shrapnel, or even just being captured. In the final part of the breakthrough I finally lost control of the situation, and if Muzychenko had not promptly organized a rocket and artillery strike against the motorized battalion that had clamped us, this story would not have ended well for me and my men.

As long as I'm operating on a tactical level, I'm not going to get anything useful done. An accurate marksman, exceptionally effective scout, or saboteur is fine, but it's only a captain's level, well, in the best-case scenario, the level of a major. This does not mean that there is no point in taking advantage of these benefits, but they're not the ones I need to focus on.

I have a network of satellites at my disposal, the potential of which is much greater than that I have already used. Due to circumstances, I could not fully dispose of extensive data on the course of military operations on the entire front, and was forced to confine myself to the limits of the Uman battlefield, and more often to a few kilometers around the place where I was at the moment. Now that I was out of the encirclement, I had some room for choice. Naturally, no one will ask the junior lieutenant where he wishes to apply his military leadership talents, but at least now the problem of basic survival is not taking up all my available time and energy, so I can think calmly about the situation.

First, about the satellite network itself. I use it as a local car driver, just recently getting behind the wheel. I more or less know what knobs to pull, what to twist and where to push, but I have no idea how it all works or how to adjust the engine and the hanger bracket to make it work better. That's understandable – I'm a space fighter pilot, not a scientist. Yes, I picked up something from Letra, but it's a pittance compared to what the experts who researched Earth's civilization knew. I had never even thought before about where the information that accompanies the satellite picture comes from.

I saw from orbit, say, a tank column crawling along the highway. Well, a column, then what? But the computer would immediately tell me, that they were, for example, vehicles of the 'Leibstandarte SS Adolf Hitler' tank division, and sometimes it would indicate the end point of their route. And the names of the unit commanders? I saw them in the comments too, but where did the computer get them from? There are no unit numbers and the names of commanders written on the equipment.

Of course, I understood that before I was on the planet, research had been going on for many years, and there was a lot of information accumulated in the databases, which could be processed by the computer to supplement the data from orbit, but some of the details just can't be figured out by observation from above. Undoubtedly, there is also radio interception, which the network of satellites conducts in continuous mode. Cracking local ciphers is easy, but even this does not explain everything, although it explains a lot.

Where, for example, does one get detailed information about the design of weapons and equipment? That Finnish pistol, for example… When I took this weapon apart, I had in front of me a three-dimensional model with all the details of its construction and functioning. From where? The answer suggests itself – there is something else besides satellites.

Colonel Niven didn't tell me anything about this, he just didn't have time, I guess, but Letra told me about drones equipped with camouflage field generators that are used to collect data on other planets. She did not mention that these drones are also used on Earth, but if scientists from other research bases had used them to obtain information, why not assume that the drones are here, too, and they are still operating even now, sending the collected data into orbit? That's quite likely. The other thing is that I don't know how to operate them, and maybe I don't have the right access codes.

The computer had the satellite network documentation in its memory, but I did not have time to study it, which is not surprising. Letra, for example, studied at Metropolis for four years before taking her position, and, according to her story, not all of those who began the training were able to finish it. I know how to make the most necessary settings, but beyond that… In general, it seems that the most complete mastering of the high-tech tool I have got in my hands should be one of my main tasks for the near future, if my knowledge and training are sufficient.

Chapter 2

A cozy courtyard with neat benches, which were surrounded by carefully trimmed green bushes, was visible from the window of a military hospital room in Dresden. Erich von Schliemann had had enough of this view, and when the massive gates opened and let a black Mercedes into the courtyard, he was even a little pleased with something new in the boredom of recent days. A few minutes later, footsteps were heard outside the door, and Colonel Heinrich Richtengden followed the doctor into the room, wearing a white coat over his uniform.