Burning Moscow

　　 Going into the tent, I still feel my nose sour.

　　 The hygienist helped me sit down, untied my clothes, opened the bandage and changed my dressing. There is no heating facility in the tent. I only wore a military coat. As soon as I took off my clothes, my body was exposed in the cold air. I was frozen by the cold air, and I couldn't help shaking slightly.

　　 When the hygienist was cleaning the wound, I felt hot and burning pain. When I looked down, not only the entire left shoulder turned black purple, but it also swelled to the position of my elbow. Seeing this, I couldn't help taking a breath, then gritted my teeth tightly, resisting the pain without saying a word.

　　Because of the large wound area, it takes longer for the hygienists to change the dressing. In the process of enduring the pain, I also shivered from the cold at first to sweat profusely in the back.

　　 After the hygienist re-wrapped the bandage, I asked her to help me put my left hand out of my sleeve and hung it around my neck. When all this was done, I was about to get up and leave, but was stopped by her: "Comrade Commander, please wait a moment." After that, she got up and ran out of the tent.

　　 "What is she asking me to wait for a while?" I slowly stood up and stood in a daze in the middle of the tent.

　　 Not long after, the hygienist ran in again, carrying a pile of things in his hand, and handing it to me. I took a closer look. It turned out to be my belongings, attached to the belt, briefcase, and medals of the holster.

　　 When I raised my hand to pick it up, she proactively said: "I'll help you."

　　 Seeing me nodding, she first put the briefcase off my head and slung it on my right shoulder, then tied a belt for me, and finally put the three medals on my chest carefully.

　　 After thanking her, I left the tent and walked outside, seeing that the sky was getting a little dark. I don't have a watch, and I don't know the exact time. I can only guess from the sky that it is already around three in the afternoon. I looked around, and the wounded on the ground were all moved, and the ground among the trees was purple-black everywhere.

　　 I walked slowly towards the command post along the path that came. The sound of guns in front was still ringing, and it seemed that fierce fighting was still going on. From time to time along the way, we can see the wounded being lifted or supported by the hygienists or soldiers, rushing to the emergency camp.

　　 When I walked into the command post, I saw everyone sitting around the table for a meeting. I glanced at it, and besides Rokosovsky, Lobachev, Malinin, and Zakharov, there were a few more strange faces.

　　Who are these people? Is it a reserve team sent by the front army? Thinking wildly, the sharp-eyed political commissar Lobachev had spotted me and hurriedly greeted me to sit down for a meeting.

Rokosovsky is reporting today’s battle report: The brave and tenacious 78th Division today defeated the German Motorized 14th Division and the 252nd Infantry Division, and hit the reinforcements of the infantry ground 106 an hour ago. division. At this moment, the German imperial tank division rushed frantically to stop the division's continued advancement, which had maintained its offensive momentum. ...

　　 Hearing such a gratifying record, everyone couldn't help whispering in excitement and whispering.

　　 "Please be quiet!" In the face of such a glorious victory, Rokosovsky could not see the slightest joy on his face. Based on what I know about him, what he wants to say next is the point.

Unsurprisingly, when everyone was quiet, he began to speak: "Comrades! Although our defensive area has achieved relatively great results, the overall situation is still very serious for us. From the Front Army Command The transferred intelligence learned that the fascist German "Central" group army changed its deployment, transferred new troops and supplemented the corps participating in the battle, and was led by Field Marshal Bock into the offensive on November 16. The enemy and ourselves fought on the broad front from Kalinin to Tula. In the north, the 30th, 16th and 5th Army’s right-wing defensive zones (Volga Reservoir, Moscow-Mozaysk Railway) were carried out in the north, and the 50th Army’s defensive zones (Tula, Novomoskovsk) were carried out in the south. . "

　　 Listening to the strange names and numbers coming out of the commander’s mouth, I couldn’t help but start to have a headache again. I'm not familiar with place names, troop numbers, and commanders' names. This has always been my weakness. If I were to command this group army at this time, the command system would definitely fall into chaos.

"...General Zhukov called in half an hour. The contact with the headquarters of the 30th Army has been completely interrupted. Therefore, two members of the former 30th Army in the area west of Klin will be located in the area of ​​the 30th Army. The command of the cavalry division and a tank division was handed over to me...."

Hearing this, I couldn’t help but glance at the few strange commanders and thought: This is really great. I immediately added three divisions to our army, one of which was a tank division, so Rokosovs Kee will not worry about the defense depth without a reserve team.

　　 Just as I was triumphant, the dialogue between Rokosovsky and the tank division commander made my heart cold. The commander asked the division commander: "Comrade Colonel! How many tanks does your division have?"

　　 "No one. Comrade Commander!" The colonel stood up and replied loudly.

　　 "What?" The people who heard him were stunned. The tank division didn't even have a tank. Could it be that they were all lost in the battle?

　　 "Why?" Rokosovsky asked seriously.

The colonel looked around and said with some difficulty: "My 58th Tank Division was formed shortly before the outbreak of the war. According to the organization, my division should have 260 tanks. When my division was assigned to the 30th Army, the superior had It was said that the tanks would be assigned to us as soon as possible, but the national defense warehouse where the tanks were stored was destroyed in an air attack by the enemy, and all the tanks were turned into burning scrap iron."

　　 After listening to the colonel’s explanation, everyone fell silent.

Chief of Staff Malinin said: "According to reconnaissance, the Germans had assembled heavy troops in the direction of Volokolamsk, which was defended by the 316th Infantry Division. At the same time, their tank regiment also detoured from the north of our group army and began to quickly move towards Croatia. Lin pushes forward. We must draw troops from the existing forces and go to the city of Klin for defense."

　　Major General Zakharov, who had not spoken at this time, stood up and said loudly, "Comrades, the situation is very serious. We must take immediate action to prevent the German army from advancing to our capital!"

　　 I glanced at him dissatisfiedly and did not say a word. After all, he had an unshirkable responsibility for the sacrifice of thousands of cavalry soldiers yesterday.

"I agree with Zakharov's opinion," Rokosovsky mused for a moment and said, "I decided to transfer the following troops to Klin City...." Then he read a series of numbers, respectively. The 126th Infantry Division ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Very weak cavalry 17th Division, 25th Brigade with only 12 tanks, 107th Division with only 300 men and 58th Division without tanks .

　　 There must be a unified command for so many troops of different designations and the original Klin garrison. Ma Lining volunteered and said: "Comrade Commander, I'll go!"

　　 Rokosovsky shook his head and objected almost without thinking: "No, I need you to stay as my adviser. Let me send someone else to that position!" His eyes swept across the faces of everyone present. When he saw me, I was thinking: Don't ask me to go, I don't even know where Klin is, let alone command so many troops with different numbers.

　　 The commander's eyes stopped on Zakharov and said, "I decided to send Comrade Zakharov to command the troops. Do you have any objections?"

　　 "No!" Everyone answered in unison.

　　 Then he said: "Volokolamsk defended by the 316th Infantry Division is under great pressure. I need someone to assist General Panfilov. Is anyone willing to go?"

　　 "I'm going!" "I'm going!" Ma Lining and the political commissar rushed to sign up.

Before Rokosovsky could make a decision, I stood up, coughed, and said, "Comrade Commander, let me go to the 316th Infantry Division. I have been there, but with General Panfilov. I am very familiar with it and have commanded battles in the lower-level companies. I believe that no one is more suitable for this task than me."

　　Rokosovsky looked at me and said nothing. For a long time, he nodded slowly.