Burning Moscow

　　 The fiery pain from the wound on my shoulder made me wake up from my sleep. I opened my eyes and found myself lying on a hardwood bed in a tent, with two steam lamps illuminating the tent. A military doctor in a white coat stood in front of me, holding a **** bayonet in his hand.

　　 Seeing me regaining consciousness, the military doctor wearing a mask nodded at me, threw the bayonet aside, and bent down to treat the wound for me. He almost rudely cut my short fur coat with scissors. He thought he was just cutting the clothes near the wound. Unexpectedly, after he finished cutting the sleeves, he changed the position of the scissors, starting from the bottom and cutting upwards. I secretly sighed in my heart: Damana made a tailored dress for me, and it was only two days after I wore it, but it was cut by a few scissors. Now Damana has also sacrificed. It seems that I have to wear it for a long time. That kind of unfit men's military uniform.

　　 After he cut my clothes out of recognition, he stood up straight, and said angrily: "Sanitary officer, help Comrade Commander up."

As soon as the voice fell, someone reached under my body from behind and supported my right back, and then a man’s voice came: "Comrade Commander, I will help you sit up so that Comrade Military Medical can help you. Sew the wound."

　　 I hummed, and with the help of the hygienist's support on my back, I slowly sat up. After sitting upright, the hygienist cooperated with the military doctor to take off my coat, leaving only the white pullover and underwear. After all my clothes were taken off, I couldn't help shivering from the cold. I lowered my head and saw that my left body was completely infiltrated with blood. The military doctor used scissors to cut my jumper and underwear. After a while, my upper body was almost half-naked. I want to cover the key parts with my hands. But the left hand couldn't use it, and the right hand was supporting the bed board. There was no way, so I had no choice but to bite the bullet and eat this dumb boy. Although the military doctor carefully removed the clothing that was near the wound, it still inevitably affected the wound. The pain was so painful that I couldn't help but snorted.

　　The military doctor injected an anesthetic injection near the front and back wounds before starting to clean the wound with medicine, stop bleeding and suture the wound. The pain was terribly painful at the beginning, but after the anesthetic took effect, the pain eased a lot. After all, I was still sweating profusely.

After the wound was stitched up, the military doctor stood up straight again, took a long breath, and said, "Comrade Commander, your luck is really good. Although it was a penetrating injury caused by a bayonet, it didn’t hurt the bone. Healed."

　　 Seeing that the work of the military doctor was over, the male hygienist let go of me, quickly went to get the anti-inflammatory injection, and injected it next to my wound. Then, using cotton wool dipped in alcohol, I carefully wiped off the blood stains that had coagulated on my arm. After dealing with all this, he began to wrap my wound with a bandage, and in a moment he wrapped my left shoulder into a mummy. In order to prevent the wound from tearing while walking, the hygienist also hung my left hand around my neck with a bandage.

"Put on this uniform!" The military doctor put on a short fur coat for me, and said with concern: "It's cold, don't freeze." I turned my head to look at him, thanked him gratefully, and put my right hand. I wore it out of my sleeves and buttoned the clothes directly. The hygienist helped me out of the bed. As soon as my feet fell on the ground, I felt dizzy and fell backward involuntarily. If it weren't for the hygienist, I would definitely fall to the ground even if it weren't for the hygienist to support me.

Being held in this way by a man made me feel uncomfortable. I hurriedly got out of the arms of the hygienist and said embarrassedly: "Maybe I got up too hard and dizzy!" The military doctor came up to support me and replied: "You have lost too much blood and need to rest!" Then he turned his head and told the hygienist, "You quickly help Comrade Commander to the tent next door."

　　 With the help of the hygienist, I walked out of the tent slowly. After walking a dozen steps forward, he entered another tent with lights on. Three stretchers were placed on the ground in the tent. Two of them had wounded lying on them, and a female hygienist was taking care of them. Seeing us go in, the female hygienist quickly got up and came to help. Together with the male hygienist, she helped me to lie down on a spare stretcher.

　　 I was lying on the stretcher, watching the male hygienist whispering to the female hygienist. The female hygienist looked at me and kept nodding. After talking for a while, the two gave a hug, and the male hygienist turned and walked out.

　　 The female hygienist bent down, opened a medicine box placed in the middle of the tent, took out a bottle of liquid from it, stood up straight and hung the bottle on a hook on the top of the tent. Then he pulled the long rubber tube and squatted down beside me, swiftly putting the needle on the back of my right hand.

　　 "You have a good rest," the female hygienist said to me with a smile: "When you sleep, you will feel much better."

　　 I looked at the bottle of liquid hanging on the top of the tent, and couldn’t guess whether I was losing normal saline or glucose? Only feeling abnormally tired, so he answered vaguely, and closed his eyes.

　　 The rumble of the cannon awakened me from my deep sleep, opened my eyes, and at first glance I saw the light coming through the gap between the curtains at the door. The sky was already bright outside, and the German attack on us had begun again.

　　 I lifted my right hand intact and moved it in front of me, and realized that the needle on the back of my hand had been removed sometime. I struggled to sit up and looked around in the tent. Except for the two wounded who were still sleeping, the female hygienist was also missing. Hearing the clear sound of guns outside, I couldn't sit still anymore, I stood up and walked out.

　　 This emergency camp in the forest has only a dozen tents, but it is a busy sight. The wounded who was originally in the tent. The male and female hygienists who were wearing the Red Cross logo on their arms successively carried them out, and placed them on the empty ground with stretchers, waiting for the arrival of the transportation vehicles.

　　 I pulled a male hygienist passing by and asked him loudly, "Where is the headquarters?"

　　 He glanced at me and pointed casually: "It's over there." After that, he ran into the tent and carried the wounded.

　　 I walked forward in the direction he pointed, and the more I walked, the clearer the sound of guns and guns, and soon I could see the fire and smoke from the explosion outside the forest. I didn't dare to go too fast, because as soon as the wound was shaken, I felt hot and painful.

　　 I walked for about ten minutes, only to see the command post house where I stayed yesterday, I covered my left shoulder with my right hand, and trot over at a faster speed.

There were many people in the command post. In addition to Rokosovsky, Zakharov, political commissar Lobachev, and Chief of Staff Malinin, there was also General Katukov who still wore the rank of colonel. They were encircling Around the table, listen to Rokosovsky set up combat tasks.

　　 I stood by, hesitating whether I should report my arrival to Rokosovsky in accordance with the regulations. Unexpectedly, Malinen saw me at a glance and immediately said in surprise: "Comrade Oshanina, are you back?"

His words caused everyone to turn their attention from the map to me. I stepped forward with some embarrassment, straightened my body and saluted Rokosovsky: "Comrade Commander, Oshanina The lieutenant colonel reports to you."

　　 Rokosovsky did not respond, but rushed to me in three steps and two steps, grabbed my empty sleeve, stared at me, and asked anxiously: "What happened to your hand?"

I looked down and immediately understood that he had misunderstood, and quickly explained, "Thank you, Commander, for your concern. I just got a knife on my shoulder and my hand is fine." I patted the position of my left hand with my right hand through the clothes, and continued. "Look, my hand is still here. When the wound on my shoulder is healed, I will be able to jump around like before."

　　 After a simple greeting, we went back to the table and sat down and continued to listen to Rokosovsky's assignments.

Through his explanation, I learned that in the battle yesterday, the first guards tank brigade of General Katukov and the remnant of the 17th Cavalry Division of Colonel Gedukov appeared in time to rescue us. The reason why he said The remnant was the main cavalry regiment that arrived earlier, and was wiped out under Rokosovsky's wrong command, leaving only more than 700 troops in the division. After nightfall, the 18th Infantry Division and the 289th Anti-Tank Brigade, which were transferred from other defenses, entered the position one after another. Judging from the current situation, our army has already gained the advantage of military equipment here.

Rokosovsky pointed to the map and said to everyone: "...In yesterday's battle, although the enemy once occupied our army's first line of defense, under the tenacious counterattack of our army, the fascist bandits who occupied the position have already We were all wiped out. At this time, the German army was under the cover of tanks, launching a frantic attack on our army. Currently in the first trench, ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ is the 18th Infantry Division that arrived last night. They Although it was only a militia division, it was very tenacious. It has already repelled two crazy attacks by the enemy today. The 289th Anti-Tank Regiment, which has performed well recently, has also set up a position on the edge of the forest. The tank hits head-on..."

　　 "Comrade Commander," Rokosovsky hadn't finished his mission. He suddenly ran into a shouting officer and shouted loudly while running.

　　 "What's the matter?" The interrupted Rokosovsky turned his voice, looked at the fussing officer very dissatisfied, and asked impatiently. Seeing the commander’s solemn expression, the officer realized his gaffe, and quickly stood at attention and saluted, but his face still had uncontrollable joy, and he reported loudly: "Report to Comrade Commander, Alexandra Red Flag Song and Dance Troupe. Arrived!"

After listening to his report, almost everyone except me greeted in the same place. Political commissar Lobachev excitedly said to Rokosovsky: "Awesome! Comrade Commander, this is equivalent to sending us Here comes the reserve team!"

　　 "Go! Go and see!" When the commander heard the news, he was a little bit gagged, and walked outside as he said. The rest of the people also stood up and walked out behind his back. After a few seconds, I was the only one left sitting in the room in a daze.

"Alexandra Red Flag Singing and Dance Ensemble? What kind of singing and dancing ensemble is this that excites everyone so much. The political commissar even calls them the'reserve team'?" I want to find someone to inquire about it, everyone in the house Going out with the commander, I can't ask if I want to. I hesitated, but I stood up and walked out of the command post.