Burning Moscow

　　 Putting aside the microphone, I stood at the table and did not move my position, looking at the phone on the table in a daze, my mind was trying to digest the news that I had just received: Zhukov actually appointed me as the commander of the Eighth Guards Division? ! From this time and space, although I quickly became a well-known mid-level officer from an unknown little person, except for a limited time in commanding the troops, most of the time I was just acting as a tracing role. And this time, a big pie fell from the sky, making me the supreme commander of this heroic army.

　　 "Lida!"

　　 "Lieutenant Colonel Oshaninna!"

　　 General Leviakin called me several times before awakening me from my contemplation, and quickly agreed: "Comrade General, you call me?"

　　 The general looked at me dissatisfiedly, and then asked: "Who made the call just now, and why did you lose your soul after hearing it? I called you several times, and you couldn't hear it?"

"Ah!" I replied in a flustered manner: "First, General Rokosovsky, commander of the group army, called. He hung up the phone when he heard that General Panfilov had died. Then came the commander of the Western Front. General Zhukov personally called..."

　　 "What did Comrade Zhukov say on the phone?" Leviakin asked curiously.

I organized the language in my mind, and then replied: "Comrade General told me that because of the outstanding merits of the 316th Division in the battle to defend Moscow, after studying by the Supreme Soviet, I decided to award my division’s guards. The honorable title of the Eighth Division!"

　　 After I said this, I glanced at the head of Leviakin in front of me and the political commissar Yegorov sitting on the ground. Leviakin looked at me listlessly in a daze. Although Yegorov, the political commissar on the ground, did not speak to himself, he still lowered his head as if he hadn't listened carefully.

　　 I feel a little boring, and I am going to tell the news that Zhukov appointed me as the teacher. Who thinks I haven't opened my mouth yet, "Ah!" Leviakin suddenly yelled strangely in front of me, with a surprised look on his face, which surprised me who was unprepared. The political commissar Yegorov's actions were even more exaggerated. He suddenly raised his head and pointed at me, his fingers trembling unceasingly, his mouth closed but he couldn't say a word.

　　 "The Supreme Soviet awarded my division the title of Guardian?!"

　　 "Exactly!"

　　 Hearing my decisive answer, Leviakin's expression became more and more excited, and the muscles on his face kept trembling. The political commissar on the ground Yegorov stood up from the ground shaking with the support of the soldiers, walked a few steps forward, and asked in a completely transposed voice: "Are you sure you heard it right?"

　　 Yegorov said this, Leviakin also calmed down from the initial excitement, looked at me silently, waiting for my answer. Although the question of the political commissar was full of suspicion, there was an expression of hope on their faces.

"Yes!" I replied in a positive tone: "General Zhukov personally told me. If you don't believe it, you can call Rokosovsky or Comrade Zhukov personally to verify this with them again. "After saying this, I frowned slightly, staring at them with special dissatisfaction in my heart, and said to my heart: Didn't you just grant the title of Guardian? Is it worth my lie to fool you? Besides, it is an honor. Do you deserve this excitement?

"No need." Seeing what I said so categorically, Yegorov felt that there was no need to verify any more. Instead, he asked the next question he was most concerned about: "Comrade General knows that General Panfilov died. Who do you want to give the command of the division to? Is it to send a new division commander, or appoint one of the existing commanders in the division?" When he said this, he glanced at Levi beside him. Yakin.

　　 I understand the meaning of this glimpse of the political commissar. After all, Leviakin is a general and is now the highest-ranked person in the division. It is logical to let him be the commander of the division.

I cleared my throat and said loudly, "General Zhukov asked me to take over the command of the division temporarily!" I was afraid of irritating General Leviakin in front of me. After all, the other party was a general, and his rank was much lower than him. He was still under the command of a woman officer, and his face was a bit unbearable, so the word "temporary" was added.

　　 When I finished saying this, I suddenly found that the political commissar was covered in blood, and immediately asked in surprise: "Comrade political comrade, what's the matter with you?"

　　 Yegorov wiped his face, then looked at the blood in his hands, and then replied after a moment of stun: "Maybe it was scratched by shrapnel from a grenade just now."

　　 "Military doctor!" Leviakin hurriedly greeted the military doctor who was standing next to him in a daze: "Hurry up and bandage the political comrades."

　　 The military doctor stepped forward and helped the political commissar to sit down at the table, then put his small suitcase on the table, took out medicines and bandages from it, and began to wrap the political commissar.

　　 "Comrade commander," hearing Leviakin's voice, I habitually looked at the commander who was lying on the camp bed, and found that his body had been covered with a blanket.

"Comrade Commander!" Leviakin yelled again, and I suddenly realized that he was calling me. I am now the commander of the Eighth Guards Division. Although it was only a temporary agent, I quickly agreed: "Comrade General, there is What's the matter?"

　　 "What is the task of our teacher?"

"This..." His question really stopped me. Rokosovsky heard the news of Panfilov's sacrifice and hung up the phone; Zhukov only announced to me that I was a teacher. I won the honorary title of the Guards Division and let me take over the command of the division, and the rest was not ordered.

　　 Just as I was embarrassed, the phone on the desk rang again, and I quickly raised my hand to grab the phone: "Hey!"

　　 "Is it Lida?" Rokosovsky's voice came from the microphone.

　　 "It's me, Comrade Commander!"

　　 "Congratulations on your new position!"

　　 "Thank you, Comrade Commander!" This call from Rokosovsky happened to relieve me. I hurriedly asked: "What is the mission of our Eighth Guards Division in the next period of time?"

　　 "The same sentence: nailed to the ground like a nail, no step back." The other party's answer was simple and concise.

　　 "Yes, I promise to complete the task!" Rokosovsky hung up the phone as soon as I finished saying this.

　　 I put down the microphone, looked up at Leviakin in front of me, and said: "The command of the group army command is that we must hold Volokolamsk firmly at all costs and never retreat."

Leviakin pondered for a moment, and then asked: "Will the superiors replenish our troops? After a long period of continuous fighting, now the commanders of the three regiments have suffered heavy casualties. If no supplements are made, I think I must defend the existing ones. Location..."

I waved my hand and interrupted what was behind him, and said, "The current defense of the group army is too large, and its strength is seriously insufficient. If there is no supplement from the rear reserve team, it is impossible for new troops to be added to our division. ."

　　 "I'll call all the heads of the group here, and give them a new task~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Do you think it is okay, comrade commander?" It was the political commissar who was bandaging the wound.

　　 I glanced at Leviakin, only to see him nodding in agreement. I just accepted the command and I don't know how to proceed. Since they proposed to call a group-level commander for a meeting, I naturally have no reason to oppose it, so I nodded in agreement. Seeing that the three of us agreed, the political commissar picked up the phone from the desk and started dialing.

　　 When the political commissar was on the phone, Leviakin gently pulled my sleeve, waved his head to the door, and motioned for me to pass him over. Although I was at a loss, knowing that he did this, there must be something important to tell me, so I followed him up the steps very obediently.

　　 came to the door, I lowered my voice and asked him: "Comrade General, what's the matter?"

　　 "Comrade Master," he replied to me in a low voice, "I came to the division on purpose. I just have a news to tell you."

　　 I looked at him blankly, and murmured in my heart: He rushed to the division to look for me, what would it be like?

He said: "Last night I took soldiers to patrol the highway that was attacked by the Germans. I found several trucks that were destroyed by the bombing. The trucks were loaded with wounded people who were evacuated...." He said here and saw. I remained silent, and went straight down: "We have carefully checked that most of the wounded and escorted fighters have died, but there are still a few survivors, one of them is Captain Oshanin!"

　　 "Oxianing is still alive?!" Hearing this unexpected news, I involuntarily took a step back. But I forgot that I was standing on the steps, stomped on my feet, and then my whole body slammed backwards.