Burning Moscow

"It's nonsense!" Seeing all this, Rokosovsky couldn't help but cursed angrily, then turned around and said to us: "All the commanders are coming with me, and the soldiers must be returned. Go into the trenches."

The command post of the 　　 division was located on the edge of the forest. It was thirty meters away, which was the second line of defense built by the 107th division. A few of us dispersed immediately after leaving the house, trying our best to stop the troops from retreating. I saw the division chief of staff standing by the second trench, brandishing a pistol, shouting loudly to prevent the soldiers from retreating. I stood in place and thought for a while, and felt that if I stayed with the division chief of staff, the results would be more obvious. Most of the fighters who escaped were his subordinates.

　　 Seeing many soldiers running past him ignorantly, the division chief of staff couldn't help but become anxious and scolded angrily: "Go back, all go back to the trenches! You cowards!"

　　 Most of the soldiers heard his roar, stopped, turned and jumped into the trench, but there were still many people who ran past him regardless. These people completely angered him. They didn't even fire a warning shot into the air, so they pulled the trigger directly at the deserters. With every gunshot, someone will fall to the ground.

When he shot, he kept cursing: "You cowards, you dare to continue running when you see me. Go to hell!" I was taken aback when he saw him shooting, but then I understood what he was doing. In the execution of battlefield discipline on the fugitives, the military discipline must be strict when fighting in large corps, otherwise it will be defeated and unstoppable.

　　 I stood by his side, wondering if I should persuade him to stop, just kill a hundred people, don't kill too many people, so as not to provoke mutiny. I looked at him, thinking in a mess, half of the head of the lieutenant colonel burst open, and the red and white viscous liquid splashed around. I couldn't dodge, because the liquid was sprayed all over my face. I watched in astonishment as the division chief of staff in front of me bent his knees, knelt on the snow with a thump, and then fell back heavily.

The unexpected turn of events scared me to death. I immediately fell to the ground, burying my face in the snowdrift with my hands clasped my head, and prayed in my heart: "I was wronged, and the chief of staff shot you. Yes, it has nothing to do with me, don't shoot at me."

　　 After a while, I felt nothing around me before I raised my head carefully. The soldiers who were running non-stop just now stood there, while the young soldier standing in front of the lieutenant colonel’s body was holding a green-smoky submachine gun in his hand. It seems that the chief of staff of the division was killed by him. .

I got up from the ground, grabbed the submachine gun in his hand, and shouted at the soldiers around in a daze: "Go back to the trenches, don't let the German devils rush over." The soldier pushed to the edge of the trench. The soldiers stood there hesitated for a moment, turned around and jumped into the trenches, putting their weapons on the edges of the trenches.

I squatted on the trench and carefully observed the trench in the distance, and found that it was completely occupied by the Germans. Although their tanks and armored vehicles did not cross the trenches guarded by infantry, they were all lined up in the trenches and fired their guns. The mouth and the vehicle-mounted machine gun aimed here. Maybe they are accumulating strength and intending to launch a new wave of offense.

　　 I looked back and found that there were cavalry on the edge of the forest. The forwards were lined up. At the same time, there were a large number of cavalry pouring out of the forest. Rokosovsky was talking to the commander of the cavalry leader. It suddenly dawned on me that the reason the soldiers just stopped was not because they were shocked to see their division chief of staff being killed, but because they saw the cavalry stopped at the edge of the forest blocking their way.

A few hours ago, my submachine gun, which I never left, was buried in a collapsed church. On such a war-torn battlefield, wearing only a pistol with a very limited range and power, I felt very unreliable. So instead of returning the submachine gun to the young soldier, I carried the gun and bent over and ran towards the command post.

　　 When running close to the cavalry queue, I only heard the last words Rokosovsky said to the cavalry commander: "...We have nowhere to go. You immediately organize the troops to counterattack and take back the position!"

　　 "Yes!" The commander riding on the horse replied loudly: "Please rest assured, Comrade Commander, I will immediately lead the troops to charge, and I must drive the Hitler bandits out of our army's positions."

　　 "Go, I will wait for your good news in the command post." Rokosovsky finished speaking, and returned to the command post with General Zakharov and several staff officers.

　　 I stopped where I was. I looked at the cavalry that was really assembled in front of me, and then looked back at the tightly defensive German position on the opposite side. I couldn't help worrying about the upcoming offensive.

I looked at the cavalry commander with the rank of major in front of me. After hesitating for a long time, I still summoned the courage to say to him: "Comrade major, the German army now occupies favorable terrain, as well as tanks and armored vehicles. If we don’t have enough With the cover of artillery fire, he rashly launches an offensive, and it will pay a heavy price!"

　　 The major on the horse smiled bitterly and said: "People are mortal!" Then he turned his horse's head, ran to the cavalry team, and gave a loud order to his subordinates.

　　 Hearing him say this, I was speechless for a while, and I could only stand silently and watch him go over and dispatch troops.

After a while, the army was assembled, and I heard him from a distance speaking to his subordinates: "Brothers! Although Russia is big, we have nowhere to go, because behind us is Moscow..." Hearing this, I couldn't help but smile. My heart said that Krochkov had only said this for a few hours, and he knew it before I knew it. But after thinking about it, I guess this was what the commander told him just now, and he just used it to boost morale.

　　 The cavalry major drew his saber and held it high above his head: "We swear: Use our blood and lives to defend our great capital!"

　　 "We swear!" Thousands of cavalry drew their sabers one after another, following the manner of a major, holding them high above their heads.

The major turned his horse's head, pointed his saber forward, and said loudly: "The Hitler bandits who invaded our country are right in front. Brothers, use the knife in your hand to teach them severely." Then he lowered the knife. With a sharp wave, he roared: "Go!"

　　 "Ula~~~!!!" The cavalry team broke out with earth-shattering shouts, and then began to move forward.

　　 The corners of my mouth twitched, and I wanted to stop the major, saying that this is not the age of cold weapons, and that it is necessary to maintain the formation in order to exert sufficient combat effectiveness. To attack the well-equipped German army, relying on a solid position, if the cavalry lined up in such a thick and dense formation to charge, it would basically be tantamount to suicide. But as soon as I took a step forward, I suddenly remembered what the major said just now that "people always use one to die" and the cavalry's vows to defend the capital with blood and life, knowing that they all fight with the determination to die. , Even if I try to persuade, it will not have any effect, but it is annoying. So I stopped in time and stood there in awe watching the cavalry in front of the charging line. There were fifty horses in a row, four in a row, a total of five teams, and the horses paced small under the control of the cavalry. Slowly stepped forward.

　　 I returned to the command post and saw Rokosovsky standing in front of the observation hole, watching the charging cavalry with an observation mirror. General Zakharov was also standing by with a binoculars, and suddenly he shouted excitedly: "Comrade Commander, look at the cavalry. The cavalry has started to speed up. It will take a minute to rush forward, like a rabbit. Drive them away from our position." I glanced at the triumphant general with dissatisfaction, and picked up the binoculars that had just been placed on the observation hole.

　　 I saw that the cavalry began to accelerate gradually after crossing the trenches. The horses ran faster and faster, but the queue was still quite neat. Compared with the infantry charge, the cavalry charge appears more majestic. But my main attention was still focused on the major. I saw him rushing to the far left of the entire team, leaning forward, holding the rein with his left hand, and the saber held up by his right hand pointing diagonally forward.

　　 was only less than a hundred meters away from the trenches of the German army, and the speed of the cavalry charge had also reached the limit. The rest of this distance can be rushed over as long as ten or twenty seconds. At this moment, there was a burst of explosive gunfire on the opposite side. German machine guns, submachine guns, rifles, and the vehicle-mounted machine guns on the armored vehicles fired together, and the dense firepower swept into the cavalry queue of the charge like a storm.

　　 With the sound of gunshots, my chest suddenly tightened, my heart rate suddenly accelerated, my breathing became rapid, and my hands holding the telescope were shaking uncontrollably.

　　 I saw through the binoculars that after the rushing horse was hit by a bullet, it either stood up in pain, or knelt forward and threw the cavalry on its back heavily. The soldier who fell to the ground was either trampled to death by a horse rushing up behind ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ or was hit by the intensive firepower of the German army. For a time, the sigh of war horses and the howls of warriors continued one after another.

　　 I saw the major charging his horse, and suddenly his whole body shook. His right arm held high in the air leaned back, his fingers loosened, and his saber slammed to the ground. Then he shook his body twice, and fell straight from the horse's back to the sky. Because one foot was still hanging on the stirrup, the corpse was dragged on the ground by the horse and continued to run forward.

　　 The horse running in front fell directly to the ground, the horse behind was tripped by the one in front, and the charging team was suddenly chaotic. Although the Soviet cavalry fell one by one during the continuous German shooting, the people in front fell, and the people behind were not frightened or evaded. Instead, they continued to rush forward one after another.

Facing the heavy casualties of the cavalry, I removed the binoculars from the front with sorrow, turned my head to look at Rokosovsky standing on the side, and found that he was looking at the battle going ahead through the observation mirror with no expression. Suicidal charge, he didn't even blink his eyelids. Seeing all this, I couldn't help feeling a little bit chilly. For a commander in a high position like him, the responsibility is just to stick to the line of defense. To him, thousands of people are just a bunch of cold numbers.

　　 Raised the binoculars again, and with tears in my eyes, I saw that after the Germans stopped shooting, all the cavalry who charged forward fell to the ground. Among the corpses, a few soldiers covered in blood struggled to crawl out, brandishing their sabers, and staggering towards the German position.

　　 "Boom boom boom!" Several tank shells fell among them accurately, and the shrapnel flying horizontally penetrated their bodies instantly, terminating their extremely tragic final charge.