Burning Moscow

I looked at the place where the fighting was in full swing, and curled my lips disapprovingly, and said, "What are you afraid of? Soldiers come to cover the water and soil. No matter how many people come, let them come and go." After I said this, I still said. Snorted contemptuously to laugh at the German soldiers who came to death. As soon as I finished humming, I suddenly felt something was wrong. Why did I unknowingly speak Chinese just now? Suddenly a cold sweat broke out.

　　 "What did you say? I didn't hear clearly." Maybe the shooting outside was too loud or my voice was too low. He didn't hear what I just said, and he was still asking me loudly.

　　 I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then turned away from the subject, and asked with concern: "Comrade General, how is your injury? Can you persist?"

　　 "It's okay, just a little injury, I can hold on."

　　 "Please rest assured, comrade commander," the hygienist next to him took the initiative to help: "I just checked carefully for Comrade General. It is estimated that a ricochet bounced across the forehead. It was just a skin trauma. After the bandage, it is no longer a problem.

　　 "That's good." I nodded and said, "Since the enemy has come to reinforce it, there is no need for the enemy in the opposite building to stay. I give my order and the troops will attack immediately and destroy them all."

　　 "I understand completely." He agreed, then turned around and shouted to the side: "Come on!"

　　 Hearing his shout, a soldier immediately retracted his weapon on the window frame, ran over a few steps, squatted in front of him, and asked loudly, "Comrade General, what do you want to say?"

　　 "You immediately send an order to the troops and let them start the offensive immediately. In the shortest possible time, you must eliminate all the Germans in the building."

　　 "Yes!" The soldier agreed excitedly and got up to leave. "Wait," I stopped him quickly, and added another sentence: "Tell them to act vigorously, quickly, and quickly, and no enemy is allowed to let go."

　　 "Understood." The soldier promised to carry the gun and ran away.

　　 "Comrade Master," Leviakin asked me again: "What can we do next?"

　　 I looked around and saw many soldiers in the hallway framing their weapons on the windowsill, aiming outside. The weapons are varied, including rifles, submachine guns, and two machine guns. With a clever idea, the command said: "Order all the soldiers to be ready, when the following offensive begins, immediately open fire all at once, use firepower to suppress the enemy in the opposite building, and provide fire cover for our offensive troops."

　　 "Understood." He promised, standing upright, leaning back against the wall, and shouting loudly on both sides: "All of them, listen to my command: target, enemy in the opposite building, aim, prepare to shoot!"

　　 At this moment, the voice of the Charge was suddenly heard from downstairs. At the beginning, I was my own auditory hallucination. When I listened carefully, it was the voice of the Charge. Unexpectedly, the Soviets would also play the charge when they charged. I thought it was all on the frontline commanders to shout slogans to guide the soldiers to attack. As soon as the Charge rang, the Soviet soldiers who had been lying in the rubble and shooting at the Germans stood up, shouted and rushed forward with their weapons.

"Shoot!" As Leviakin shouted, there was a sudden intensive gunfire in the corridor. The soldiers standing at my left and right window pulled the trigger without hesitation. The dense bullets rained toward the opposite building. Pouring, under the suppression of the condescending firepower, the original rampant German firepower became weaker, and even several windows completely stopped firing.

　　 The fighting here is in full swing, and German reinforcements have appeared on the street in the distance. I raised the telescope and looked at it. Because of the narrow roads, broken buildings and messy piles of rubble on both sides, the German troops could only move forward in a long snake formation. An armored vehicle opened in front of the car, followed by more than two dozen German soldiers.

With a loud noise, the advancing armored car turned into a ball of fire, soared into the air, turned a somersault in the air, and landed heavily on the ground. Flames appeared from the windows, and the whole car was filled with black smoke. The flames skyrocketed. Several German soldiers near the car were immediately blown up and left to pieces. Luckily, they squatted on the ground and looked around with fear.

“German’s armored vehicles have landed on our landmines,” Leviakin said with some regret: “It’s a pity that they didn’t open the way for tanks. If they can blow up their tanks at once, our troops will suffer casualties later. Much smaller."

　　 The fighting downstairs is still going on. Our army has taken a clear advantage, and many soldiers have approached the building. At this time, the firepower point of a window was resurrected, and the bullets ejected by several submachine guns formed a dense firepower blockade, frantically harvesting lives in the area.

　　 Almost in an instant, the dozen or so soldiers who rushed to the front fell to the ground, and the blood from them stained the snow. The fighters behind did not flinch, but rushed forward more frantically. Although soldiers continued to fall down, more people rushed up.

　　 One after another hand grenades flew into the window. After a series of explosions, the German firepower was completely muted, and countless soldiers rushed into the building shouting.

　　 The battle without suspense soon ended, and the soldiers escorted the prisoners out. There were more than a dozen prisoners, including an officer. I looked at Leviakin next to him and said to him: "Comrade General, let's go and see what kind of people are captured."

　　 "Okay." Leviakin agreed, and then told the soldiers around him: "Everyone, pay attention, the German reinforcements may come here soon."

　　 We went downstairs and walked towards the prisoner with a group of soldiers. As I approached, I saw at a glance that the officer in the group of prisoners was the German major von Tolman I had captured. I stepped forward, pushed away the two German prisoners in front of me with my hands, and said in a flat tone to the major: "Major Tolman, we meet again."

Major Tolman saw that it was me who greeted him. He blushed and stammered awkwardly in Russian and replied, "Yes...Yes, I didn't expect that I...I am so...I will soon become your prisoner again. ."

　　 I frowned, and asked coldly, "After you were captured last time, weren't you sent to the prison camp? Why did you show up here again?"

Tolman smiled bitterly and replied: "On the day I was escorted to the prisoner camp, I happened to encounter a small squad attacking the rear of your army. They killed the Soviet soldier who was escorting us and rescued me. After I returned to the army, I met an old friend of my father, who served as the commander of the 106th Infantry Division. Out of concern for me, he arranged me to be a battalion commander in his division."

　　 After listening to his statement, I sneered: "I hope this time our soldiers can send you to the captive camp smoothly."

　　 Before he could speak, the tanks of the German reinforcements fired. Cannonballs roared and landed around us, and the masonry and rubble that blew up flew around, wounding many soldiers who could not dodge.