Burning Moscow

　　 After entering the night, sporadic gunfire came from time to time. It seems that the battle did not stop due to the advent of the night. The enemy and the enemy are still engaged in small-scale exchanges of fire for certain areas.

　　 Rokosovsky, the chief and deputy chief of staff, and the political commissar surrounded the map, studying the battle after dawn. Seeing that they had no intention of going to bed at all, I could only dispel the idea of ​​going to the dormitory of the female soldiers in the cooking squad to rest, and stay honestly in the command post to stay up late with everyone.

For the battle after dawn, Rokosovsky obviously has a set of mature plans. He pointed to the map and said: "After the daytime battle, our army has completely crushed the fascist German forces occupying Skirmanowo and other villages. The 10th Division of the German Tanks that attempted to cut off the Volokolamsk Highway suffered heavy losses and was forced to retreat a long way. According to the statistics of the results: our army destroyed more than 50 enemy tanks and seized many doors. Artillery, including 150mm cannons, mortars, and hundreds of cars. In order to consolidate the current results and prevent the German armored forces from attacking the flanks of our army, I plan to replace the 289th of Major Yevremenko. The tank regiment was transferred to the Spas-Lyukhovsky area, where they would take on the defensive task of the area...."

"Comrade Commander, I want to remind you," Political Commissar Lobachev said: "Today you placed Comrade Vladimir Stavsky from Pravda in the 289 regiment. In such a dangerous location, the safety of Comrade Stavsky cannot be guaranteed. He is a precious asset of our country, and none of us has the right to risk his life." The political commissar’s words made everyone silent. Afterwards, the collective eyes turned to Rokosovsky.

　　 I was whispering to myself: Who is this Stavsky? Isn’t he a reporter from Pravda? Is it guilty that everyone is worrying about his safety? Is he famous? Don't see it, at least he is not as famous as Gorky, otherwise, how come I have never heard of his name. Originally, I wanted to quietly ask the person next to me: What kind of person is this Stavsky? But when I looked around, I realized that everyone's expressions were extremely serious. Only then did I realize that this reporter had a good background, and it would be better to ask less, so I closed my mouth obediently.

　　 "Comrade Political Commissar, would you like to let him stay in the headquarters for a while?" Rokosovsky asked tentatively.

The political commissar shook his head and said: "Comrade Stavsky is here for an interview. He always wanted to go to the front line to witness with his own eyes how our brave fighters fought fierce enemies. If he knew that the 289 regiment would be transferred to the most dangerous one. It may be too late for the location. If you want him to stay in the headquarters honestly, I'm afraid he won't agree."

"What can we do then?" The commander tapped his fingers on the desk lightly. He frowned and thought for a while, then raised his head, glanced at the commanders present, and asked: "Who is good for you? A way?"

　　 The people in the room looked at each other and didn't speak. Everyone knew in their hearts: This is a tricky matter. Although Stavsky is a big man, he can't influence the movement of the troops because of him. But if he is allowed to follow the troops to the most dangerous place, if something goes wrong, who should bear the responsibility, and who can afford it?

In the end, the political commissar broke the embarrassing situation. He said: “Or else, the troops should be mobilized according to the original plan. I personally went to the 289 regiment to sit in town, and Comrade Stavsky’s safety was entrusted to me. , As long as I am alive, he will never be in danger."

"Let me go." The political commissar's proposal may be the best solution. Everyone was relieved. The artillery commander Kazakov stood up and said, "I'll go. The 289 regiment belongs to me. Directly commanded. When I go there, I can not only ensure the safety of Comrade Stavsky, but also command and mobilize troops according to the specific situation."

Rokosovsky thought for a while, nodded and said: "I agree with Comrade Kazakov's opinion. It is most appropriate for him to go to the 289 regiment." While talking, he picked up a pencil and wrote a book. I opened the notepad and wrote a few lines, then tore it off and handed it to Kazakov.

　　 While handsome guy Luo was writing, I immediately recalled his dashing action in the movie "Defense of Moscow", when he led the troops to the defense warehouse to collect weapons and ammunition, and wrote the receipt to the warehouse quartermaster. This action of him is so handsome, it is absolutely fascinating, no wonder so many young women will fall in love with him later.

　　 "Lida, Lida!" Handsome Luo called me twice before I came back to my senses and realized that I had been staring at him intently just now. Hearing this call, he suddenly felt a fever on his face, quickly coughed, stabilized his emotions, and asked, "Comrade Commander, what's the matter?"

Rokosovsky did not answer my question, but went on to say: "...Except for the 289th Regiment, I plan to transfer the 78th Infantry Division of Colonel Beloborodov here..." A place name on the map is dotted: "In Istria, the German army may gather forces in this area and launch a counterattack against our offensive troops. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com..."

To be honest, I don’t like participating in such military meetings the least. Hearing them mention unfamiliar place names one after another, and saying the names of troops and commanders that I don’t know at all, I feel crazy. . It is much simpler on the front line. Your superiors order you to attack or defend. You only need to consider how to complete the task, instead of remembering the names of places that are difficult to remember, and the numbers of troops that are constantly increasing or disappearing. If there is a chance, I still ask handsome Luo to go to the front line, at least when others stay up late, I can sleep peacefully.

　　 After daybreak, our army's offensive began again.

　　 I learned from the battle report that I received from the front line that the front line kept feeding back: Major General Iliev’s 50th Cavalry Division had penetrated the German defense line to a depth of three kilometers. The 1st Guards Tank Brigade of General Katukov was attacked by the 18th Infantry Division of Chernenov. It was strafed and bombed by the Luftwaffe. The troops suffered heavy losses, but it broke through the Germans at noon. The defense line regained several settlements.

　　 At the same time, the Germans assembled an armored division and launched an attack on the Spas-Lyukhovsky area. The 289 regiment, which entered the area at night, fought back tenaciously with tank guns, destroying more than 30 enemy tanks. The units of the 17th and 20th Cavalry Divisions that arrived in time attacked the German flanks and defeated the German infantry, forcing the enemy to stop the attack on the area and had to retreat to the starting point of the attack.

　　 Generally speaking, the results of the second day of the battle were not bad. Our army's sudden attack hit the Germans by surprise. They were forced to retreat from many places, and large tracts of land were regained.