Burning Moscow

　　 Then the two began to discuss the next battle deployment, and each combat command was quickly communicated to the specific unit through the radio next to it.

　　 I sat by and watched them busy. I couldn't speak at all, so I kept silent wittily and watched them dispatch troops. Tired of sitting, I just wanted to stand up and walk around. I didn't expect that I was affected by the wound together, and my left shoulder suddenly hurt. The intense pain made me snorted softly.

　　 My moan caught the attention of the two of them, and they turned their heads almost at the same time. Manager Lin asked with concern: "Lida, what's the matter?" I took a deep breath, and replied, holding back the severe pain, "The wound hurts so badly, it may be an infection."

　　 Colonel Gryaznov didn't say a word, went straight to the door, and shouted outside: "Second Lieutenant Kabifo, come in."

　　 Following his shout, the second lieutenant who had just led me strode into the door, raised his hand to a military salute, and asked: "Comrade Colonel, Second Lieutenant Kapifo has been ordered to come and listen to your instructions."

　　 The colonel pointed to me and said, "Master Oshanina's injury has occurred. You will immediately accompany her to the teacher's health clinic for a check. Do you understand?"

　　 "Understood." Lieutenant Kabifo agreed to step forward to my side and said politely: "Comrade Master, I will take you to the health clinic. Please follow me."

　　 I stood up and followed him to the door, stopped, turned around and said to Chief Lin and them: "If there is news about the Eighth Guards Division, please notify me as soon as possible."

Because I was speaking Russian, Mr. Lin didn’t understand it for a while. When Shi Zhe was translating for him, the colonel had already spoken first: "Don’t worry, Comrade Oshaninna, I will send someone to notify you as soon as I have news. ."

　　 "Okay, thank you." After that, I followed the second lieutenant and went to the health clinic to heal.

　　 The sanitation station is located in the middle of the forest, and an ambulance marked with a red cross is parked between the two neatly arranged tents. The ensign took me to the ambulance. He stepped forward and slammed the closed back door several times with his hand, and shouted loudly, "Is there anyone inside?" Seeing no one answered, he slammed the door vigorously.

"What are you doing? Comrade Commander!" The door did not open, and a female hygienist emerged from the tent next to her. She stood there and threw the medicine box on her chest behind her. Say in a dissatisfied tone: "You will affect the rest of the wounded."

　　 Seeing someone talking, the second lieutenant stopped quickly, touched the back of his head with his hand, and asked a little embarrassedly: "Are you a hygienist?"

　　 "Yes." The female hygienist did not show him a good face because the rank of the second lieutenant was higher than herself, and asked angrily, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

　　 The second lieutenant said a little flustered: "No, it's not that I feel uncomfortable." He pointed to me who was standing next to me and said, "I am following the order of the commander to accompany the commander of the friendly army to you to see a doctor."

　　"The friendly commander?!" The female hygienist looked at the direction of his finger with some confusion, glanced at my collar, and quickly stood up and saluted: "Comrade Commander, hello! Please forgive me, I didn't notice you just now."

　　 I waved my hand hurriedly and said, "It's okay, I'm here to check the injury, you don't have to be so restrained."

The female hygienist glared at the ensign, and then smiled and said to me: "Comrade Commander, please follow me." Seeing her so polite, I also said politely: "Thank you." Then he turned his head and said to the Kabi Buddha standing next to him, "Thank you too, Comrade Lieutenant."

　　 Lieutenant smiled, saluted me and turned away.

　　At this time, the female hygienist had already pulled the door and got into the car. She poked her head out of the car and said to me, "Comrade Commander, please come up." She reached out and pulled me. I was not polite, grabbed her hand, and got into the ambulance with her help.

　　 There are two beds on the left and the right in the carriage of the ambulance. I looked around, and then sat straight on the left. When I got into the car, the female hygienist closed the car door. Fortunately, there are lights on the roof, even if the door is closed, the interior of the car is still bright.

　　 The female hygienist wanted to check the wound for me. I didn’t know that my clothes had been stuck to the wound. It is estimated that the wounds burst due to strenuous exercise during the battle from yesterday to today. Seeing that the clothes couldn't be taken off, she had to cut my clothes with scissors and then clean up the wound.

　　 After cleaning up the wound, she gave me another shot of tranquilizer and helped me to lie down. After helping me cover the quilt, he said softly: "Comrade Commander, I'm going to take care of the other wounded. You can stay here and have a good night's sleep."

　　 I felt that my sleepiness had gradually poured up, so I gave a vague "um". Listening to her getting out of the car and closing the door, I closed my eyes and started to sleep.

　　 Although I feel very sleepy, I can't fall asleep when I lie on the bed listening to the faint sound of guns coming from outside. When I closed my eyes, there was a **** bandage on his head, chest, and Festov, whose neck was tilted to one side, and the horrified expression on the face of the soldier who was killed by me at close range, even in his nose. It seemed to smell a mixture of blood, gunpowder and burnt human flesh.

　　 As a result, my sleepiness disappeared without a trace, so I opened my eyes and looked at the roof in a daze. I just stared like this and didn't know how long it took before I was a little sleepy. After closing my eyes and sleeping for a while, I heard the sound of the car door being gently opened.

I woke up suddenly and yelled: "Who?" I subconsciously reached out to touch my waist, thinking that my pistol was still hanging there, but I felt empty, and then I remembered that I was lying on the bed naked with the pistol. On the way to break through, I don't know where I left it. At this time, the female hygienist's face appeared in front of me and asked curiously: "Comrade Commander, what's wrong with you?"

　　 "It's nothing, it's nothing." I hurriedly concealed my gaffe, "I thought it was a German devil who came here."

　　 "No," the health worker comforted me: "Listen to those wounded from the front line saying that our troops have entered the city and joined forces with the troops standing there, and we are clearing out the remnant enemies in the city."

　　 "Ah?!" I was surprised that it was not that the Seventh Division attacked the city, but that my subordinates continued to fight in the city and waited until the arrival of reinforcements. I quickly sat up, ignoring the quilt slipping down, revealing my naked body, grabbed the female hygienist's clothes, and asked anxiously: "How many people are left in the army in the city? Who is the commander?"

　　 "I don't know, I don't know." The hygienist shook his head vigorously and replied, "I just listened to what the wounded said, and I don't know the specifics."

　　 "Oh." I was disappointed and let go of my hand holding her clothes. The hygienist took no time to pick up the quilt and put it on me, and said cautiously: "Comrade Commander, you should go to the division to inquire about these things. Only the commander there can tell you the specifics."

　　 That's right, let alone the hygienist, I really didn't expect to go to the division headquarters of the 7th Division to inquire about this matter. As soon as I stood up, I immediately sat down again, and I couldn't go out in this way. So he asked with some embarrassment: "Comrade soldier, do you have any extra clothes here?"

"Some of them," the hygienist replied repeatedly, "I still have an extra military uniform." He bent down and pulled out a small suitcase from the bed~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and took it out of it. A military uniform. When handing it to me, he said with some embarrassment: "This is just an ordinary soldier's uniform. I'm afraid it's not suitable for you to wear."

　　 "It's okay, I'll try it first." Then I took the military uniform from her hand and put it on myself. After so many days, the injury of my left shoulder improved a lot, and my left hand was able to use a little bit of strength. Without much effort, I got dressed. To be safe, I still hang my left hand on my chest.

　　 After thanking the hygienist, I opened the car door and walked out. As soon as I got out of the car door, I saw a large group of wounded people gathered in front of the tent outside.

　　 Seeing me coming out, everyone's eyes were all looking towards me. Although I was a little embarrassed to be seen, I still bite the bullet and passed through them.

　　 Just walked into the middle of them, suddenly someone grabbed my waist from behind, and then a voice rang in my ear: "Comrade Female Soldier, where are you going?"

　　 I turned my head and saw that a soldier with a bandage on his head was holding me. He looked at me in a fascinating manner. I was anxious to go to the division and didn't want to pester him, so I said sharply: "Let go of me!"

　　 He didn't mean to let me go at all. Instead, he said angrily: "I won't let it go, what can you do?"

　　 Without saying anything, I elbowed him on the ribs and yelled, "Get out of here!" and quickly got out of his arms.

　　 "Oh, it's kind of spicy." He pushed towards me while rubbing his waist.

　　 "Stop! What do you want to do?" At this critical moment, a voice from a distance relieved me.