Burning Moscow

The chief of staff listened for a moment, and added: "Such a bombardment scale is at least one artillery division, and all of them are heavy artillery over 152 mm. [w.SuiMеng.lā"

Regarding the size of the artillery of our army, the chief of staff only made a judgment based on his own experience. He did not expect that the artillery division was not an artillery division, but a new type of self-propelled artillery regiment.

Yakov did not care to appreciate the spectacular sight of the bombardment on the opposite side. His excessive excitement made him unable to bear it anymore. He grabbed the submachine gun that was thrown aside, jumped up from the ground, and shouted, "Brothers, Get it on me!"

The commanders who were trapped in the swamp by the German army and suffered shells for almost a day, had already suffocated their stomachs. At this moment, the commander took the lead in the charge. They also got up from the ground and launched a fierce attack behind the commander. More than a hundred commanders shouted and jumped into the cold water amid the rumbling of the guns. There was no formation, and they rushed towards the German position on the opposite side.

A few surviving German soldiers on the position saw the Soviet commanders wading waist-deep muddy water, rushing towards them, and hurriedly pulled the trigger and started shooting wildly. Without a weapon in his hand, he grabbed a grenade at any time and threw it out as soon as he pulled the string. After being shot in the front, the soldier who rushed forward looked the same as his body, and then fell into the mud with a puff, but the soldier behind still rushed forward bravely, but slowed down unknowingly.

Seeing this, Yakov first stopped and fired a few shots at the front position, then turned and raised the submachine gun above his head, shouting at the soldiers behind: "Brothers, keep up, don't fall behind. Go!"

A grenade fell beside Yakov and exploded, and the muddy water raised by the explosive air wave hit Yakov hard. Yakov's body shook, a wisp of blood dripped from his military cap, but he still shouted to the soldiers: "Don't stop, brothers, keep going!"

The strange chief of staff quickly rushed over, hugged the shaky Yakov from behind, and asked nervously: "Comrade Commander, what's the matter with you, are you injured?"

Yakov was deeply afraid that his injury would affect the morale of the soldiers and lead to the failure of the breakout operation. He shook his head quickly, gritted his teeth and said: "I'm fine, Comrade Chief of Staff, taking advantage of the Germans being fired by our army. When fighting Mongolia, hurry up and lead the soldiers to rush forward, and try to break out of their siege as soon as possible."

The chief of staff turned his head and screamed at the back, and immediately several soldiers rushed over, holding Yakov and continuing to break through.

The German defense on the edge of the swamp did not last long, and was wiped out by our army's artillery fire. Because the soldiers rushed so fast, before the artillery fire had completely stopped, they had already rushed in, so that the soldiers who rushed in the front were blown to pieces by the last falling cannonball.

As the fire from the self-propelled artillery regiment destroyed the tanks surrounding the swamp and most of the infantry, after paying a certain price, Yakov and his men finally managed to break out of the siege and come forward. The 309th Guards Regiment of the supporting guards joined together.

When a battalion commander saw a group of embarrassed commanders rushing out of the forest, he immediately came forward and asked him personally. After reaching out to stop the panting commanders, he asked loudly, "Which part of you are you?"

"We are the division of the 96th Infantry Division and the direct unit. Which part are you from?" The chief of staff saw that the man was just a major with a rank lower than himself, so he said in an official tone: "I am the chief of staff of the division. , I want to know who I am honored to talk to?"

"I am Major Chuklik, the battalion commander of the 309th regiment of the 51st Guards Division." After Chuklik finished this sentence, he turned and ordered the radio operator beside him: "Report to the commander immediately, saying that we have already Contacted with the division headquarters of the 96th Division."

While the operator was shouting into the microphone, Chuklik asked politely: "Comrade Chief of Staff, where is your commander Colonel Yakov?"

The chief of staff of the division turned around and made a gesture, and the soldiers behind immediately carried over to a stretcher. Only Yakov, covered with mud and bandaged on his head, was lying unconscious on the stretcher. Chuklik was shocked when he saw this situation. He hurriedly asked, "Comrade Lieutenant Colonel, what is going on?"

"The division commander was injured by German grenade shrapnel when he led the troops to break through." The division chief of staff stared at Yakov on the stretcher and said: "Plus the troops have been marching during this period of time, he spent days and nights. I didn’t close my eyes. When I lay on the stretcher, I completely lost consciousness and couldn’t wake up no matter what.”

At this moment, the radio operator contacted the regiment headquarters, and he quickly handed the microphone in his hand to Chuklik, and said, "Comrade battalion commander, we have already contacted the regiment headquarters."

Chuklik put the microphone on his ear and said loudly, "Hey, is it the regiment leader? I'm Chuklik. I now report to you that my battalion has joined the division and direct units of the 96th Infantry Division. ."

"It's great, this is great." Knowing that the division of the 96th Infantry Division had gone, the stone hanging in Shumakov's heart finally fell to the ground, he went on to ask: "The division plus direct subordinates How many people are there in the troop?” As early as when he joined the rear guard regiment, Shumakov learned from the opposing regiment’s commander that there were at least one thousand five to two thousand people in the division and its direct troops. He asked at this moment. It is to determine whether it is necessary to send troops to escort.

"Comrade Lieutenant Colonel," Chukliko quickly covered the microphone, and asked the division chief of staff standing in front of him, "how many people do you have left?"

The chief of staff of the division turned sideways, snarled to the back, and said helplessly: "See it for yourself, Comrade Major. All of us who are alive are here."

Hearing that the commanders standing in front of him were all the personnel of the division and the direct units, Chuklik couldn't help being surprised. While he was silently counting the number of people, the division chief of staff continued: "We have 135 people left, and the rest were sacrificed during the breakout."

After learning about the number of survivors from Chuklik’s report, Shumakov almost threw out the microphone in his hand. He never dreamed that in less than a day’s battle, the division and the direct units The casualties exceeded 90%, and the commander Yakov was also injured during the breakout. After hesitating for a while, he gave an order to Chukliko: "Comrade Battalion Commander, I now order you to **** Colonel Yakov and them back to the headquarters of the group army. I remind you that it’s not safe on this road, you guys. You must ensure the safety of Colonel Yakov at all costs. Understand?"

"Understood, Comrade Commander." After finishing the call, Chukliko returned the microphone to the telegraph operator, then smiled and said to the division chief of staff: "Comrade Colonel, our battalion is ordered to **** you back to the command of the group army, please Come with me."

As Major Chukliko led his battalion and escorted Colonel Yakov and his surviving men back to the group army headquarters, we also launched a final general offensive against the German forces besieged in the city.

The fiercest battle was in the north of the city attacked by the 52nd Division of Major General Nekrasov’s guards, where the most elite troops of the German army were defending. Directly hitting the German army and found that its retreat was completely cut off by our army, the already fierce street fighting intensified. The officers and soldiers on both sides were fighting house by street. In the rain of bullets, more and more soldiers fell. The houses led by the explosion were burning, and the battered walls collapsed.

In the dust covering the sky, the officers and soldiers of the enemy and ours collided again. In the whole day of screaming and screaming, the two sides tried their best to fight for every street, every house, and every ruined wall. The bodies of the dead were everywhere, and every pile of rubble was sprayed with blood.

In the narrow streets and dark corners, the unavoidable officers and soldiers of the two sides are engaged in hand-to-hand combat. There are figures of both sides everywhere, and their battlefields are everywhere. They stepped on each other's corpses to fight desperately, and every alley and every street junction was covered with layers of corpses. The injured and fallen can no longer be removed. The hygienists who rescue the wounded on the battlefield will also become the target of the opponent's attack as soon as they appear. Therefore, they can only lie in the corpse and wait for death, or look for opportunities to pull one or two enemies to themselves be made a scapegoat. In some places blocked by the corpses of both sides, the collected blood has gone beyond the feet.

In the light of the ignited fire and the flash of the explosion, they gritted their teeth and brandished rifles, bayonets, grenades, and even engineer shovel as a weapon, flying grenades over their heads, facing the swept rain of bullets and splashes. The shrapnel entangled and killed each other. Quite a few officers and soldiers who had smashed their eyes, screamed and ignited their grenades, rushed into the middle of the enemy and died with them.

Street fighting is cruel and tragic. Both offensive and defensive parties are consuming their own soldiers and strength at extremely fast speeds. The projectile area in the north of the city alone has carried too much blood on both sides, so that even Nekrasov can't bear it. He called me and said crying on the phone: "Comrade Commander, you can't fight like this anymore. If you continue to fight at this speed, it won't take long before there are a few living people left in my army."

"No, General Nekrasov." To his request for a truce, I replied without hesitation: "Our troops have attacked the Germans from four directions at the same time, and they are now showing signs of collapse. Here it is. At this critical moment, we must not stop fighting. Once the troops stop the offensive, the courage of the soldiers will disappear. It will not be so easy if we want to destroy the enemy at that time."

"But, Comrade Commander." Although his request was rejected by me, Nekrasov said unwillingly: "You can't just watch our teacher and the enemy die together?"

"General Nekrasov, I tell you, I don't have a reserve team here, and everything depends on you." Although I also want to send reinforcements to reduce the pressure on the 52nd Guards Division, but the troops in my hand, except Three divisions attacked outside the city, and the other four divisions were sent out to rescue the 96th and 260th divisions, which were no match for them. "As long as you gritted your teeth, the German defense line will collapse. Tell the commanders and fighters that the time has come for the establishment of the meritorious service, and all the enemies in the north will be wiped out in one effort.

Seeing me put down the phone, Kistyakov hurriedly said in a low voice: "Comrade Commander, I think the use of the 52nd Guards Division has reached its limit. If no troops are sent to support them, I am worried that the enemy will follow suit. They opened a breach and fled from the city."

Regarding what Kistyakov said, I just nodded, and then asked Bezikov: "Chief of Staff, what's the situation in the other three directions?"

"The 90th Guards Division in the west of the city has occupied most of the blocks in the west of the city and is developing towards the city center." Bezikov used a red and blue pencil on the map in front of me and said, "The 375th Infantry Division in the east of the city. The division, under the command of the division commander Lieutenant Colonel Lukin, played well. They adopted the tactics of step by step, consolidating one street after occupying one street, and successfully repelled several counterattacks by the Germans. At most, they could advance to the city in the middle of the night. Center, and the oncoming Guards 90th Division."

"These two divisions played very well." After I said the words of approval, I looked up at Batov, and then asked Bezikov: "Where are the three divisions in the south?"

Hearing my question, Bezikov's face showed an awkward expression. He turned his head to look at Batov, and did not answer my question slowly.

Batov apparently saw Bezikov’s embarrassment, and quickly waved at him, and said disapprovingly: "Comrade Colonel, don’t have any scruples. What's the actual situation~www.wuxiaspot.com~ How do you tell Your commander reports."

After obtaining Batov’s permission, Bezikov said: “The three divisions to the south have been slow to progress. So far, they have only captured one street in the south of the city. Because the German defenses are very powerful in this direction, So they cannot continue to move forward for the time being."

To be honest, I originally planned to deploy a force from the south to reinforce Nekrasov in the north, but at this moment, hearing Bezikov say this, I dispelled this unrealistic idea. None of the three divisions could break through the German defenses, and even if one of them was reluctantly sent to support Nekrasov, it would not have any effect.

I thought for a while, called Akhromeyev in front of me and asked: "Comrade Chief of Operations, I don't know which unit we can send to reinforce the 52nd Guards Division?"

"General Seryukin’s Guards 8th and 9th Division." Akhromeyev replied without hesitation: "In our rescue operation of the 96th and 260th Divisions, the guards of the 51st Division and the two-wing guards were 67th. The 71st Division successfully repelled the German 102nd Infantry Division and the 4th Armored Division at the fastest speed, so General Xie Liujin’s troops did not have the opportunity to go into battle at all. Now they are stationed less than two feet north of the city. For a distance of ten kilometers, if the troops are in a car, they can reach their destination in at most half an hour."