Burning Moscow

Soon after the capture of Ternopil, I urged Rebarko to enter the city with me to check the newly regained city. Rebarko originally wanted to wait for the results of the battle to be reported to the front army headquarters before entering the city, but seeing that I was urging so urgently, he temporarily changed his attention and asked someone to prepare an armored car and accompany me to go to Von Neindo. Headquarters.

On the way, Rebarko asked strangely: "Lida, our army has captured Tarnopol. We should first report this good news to the front army headquarters, but why did you rush to von Nein? Where is Dole Command?"

"Comrade General," I asked Rebarko, leaning on my side, "I rushed to the city because I wanted to see how our commanders and soldiers dealt with the body of General von Neindor."

"Lida, why would you be so interested in a German general who committed suicide?" Rebarko heard me say this, and asked more puzzledly: "Could it be that he left you with a good deal when you were negotiating? Impression?"

"General Rebarko, although von Neindor is our enemy, he is a soldier worthy of our respect." I said with a serious expression: "Our soldiers are not afraid of death, and the Germans are not afraid of death, you Look, there were 5,000 defenders in the city, but in the end, our army only captured 55 wounded. You know, this may be the first time in such a large offensive battle. Therefore. Even if they are our enemies, they are also soldiers worthy of our admiration."

After hearing what I said, Rebarko was silent for a long time, and finally nodded and said: "Lida, you are right. Soldiers like von Neindor are worthy of our admiration."

When we arrived at the headquarters of the German army, I saw this building that I had seen before, and it had long been riddled with artillery fire from our army. There was about a squad of soldiers standing guard at the door, and seeing Lebarko and I coming out of the armored car, they quickly raised their hands to salute us.

Walk along the corridor towards the conference room I have been to. I saw that the walls and ceiling on the left and right had been blackened by the smoke of the explosion. The floor was also a mess, with broken glass and falling bricks. Sometimes I could see a few German styles that were too late to take away. firearms.

A dozen steps away from the meeting room, I suddenly saw a group of soldiers pouring out from the next room, and four of them were carrying two dead bodies in their hands. I thought they were carrying the body of von Neindor, and hurriedly called out, "Comrade soldier, please wait!"

Hearing my shout, the soldiers stopped. It was clear that the people who came were me and Rebarko. Except for the four soldiers who carried the bodies, everyone else raised their hands to salute us.

I didn't care to pay the courtesy, so I walked quickly and took a close look at the two corpses carried by the soldiers. I just glanced at it and knew I had made a mistake. It turned out that they were not carrying the body of von Neindor, but the bodies of two young female German officers. One of them was shot in the head, while the other was shot in the chest.

"What's going on?" Seeing two young and beautiful female soldiers dead, although they were enemies, I still felt sorry in my heart, so I looked at the group of soldiers and asked, "How did they die?"

Perhaps it was because the tone of my questioning was too harsh, which frightened these soldiers. It took a long time before a sergeant walked out of the crowd. He raised his hand to salute me and said in a flustered voice: "Comrade General, when we cleaned this place, we found two dead bodies in the house and carried them out." Having said that, he turned his head and glanced at the two corpses, "They were already dead when we came."

"Comrade sergeant, I didn't blame you." I asked in a slow tone, "I mean, how did they die?"

"That's it, Comrade General." The sergeant hurriedly replied, "They may be communication soldiers. They saw that the building was going to be occupied by our army, so they shot themselves. We only found a pistol at the scene and held it in the hand Her hand." He pointed at the corpse that had been shot in the head, and then said, "According to my judgment, in order to be our prisoner, this female soldier first shot her companion and then killed herself. He shot himself again."

"Well, Comrade Sergeant, there is nothing for you here." Rebarko waited for the other party to finish speaking, and then directly ordered: "Leave your people first."

Our group stepped aside, leaning back against the wall, and after the sergeant took the body and passed us by, then we continued to walk towards the conference room.

We passed through the two large open wooden doors and walked into the conference room. There was a mess everywhere, the ground was full of papers, and many chairs around the long conference table fell to the ground.

I picked up the chair I used to sit on, and turned to ask a lieutenant who was our guide: "Comrade Lieutenant, I don’t know where the body of General von Neindor is?"

"We have moved his body away and piled up with the German soldiers who were killed." The lieutenant said, pointing to the place where von Neindor had been, and continued: "He is Suicide in that position."

I looked up in the direction pointed by the lieutenant, and saw that there was a shocking blood on the wall behind the chair where von Neindor was sitting. Although it had dried up, I still felt that the whole meeting room was filled with blood. A strong smell of blood.

I walked over slowly, staring at the bloodstain in a daze, thinking to myself that if von Neindor was not so stubborn, instead of choosing to resist to the end, but actively ordering the troops to lay down their weapons and surrender to us, it would not cause both the enemy and us. More than 30,000 officers and soldiers suffered casualties. Although he is our enemy, such an enemy who would rather die than surrender is worthy of our respect.

Thinking of this, I took off my military cap and silently mourned this German general who would rather commit suicide and never surrender, hoping that his soul could enter heaven as soon as possible.

"Lida," Rebarco's voice suddenly sounded behind me. I turned my head and looked at him. There was a look of horror on his face. He looked around for a moment, then lowered his voice and said to me: "How can you mourn for a dead German commander? If it is by the Ministry of Internal Affairs If people know it, I guess you will be in trouble."

I put on my military cap again, waved to Rebarko, and said disapprovingly: "Don’t worry, General Rebarko, even if the Supreme Commander himself knows, he doesn’t account for such trivial matters, let alone Zhukov. The marshal is now."

After hearing what I said, Rebarko nodded, and then asked me: "Should we set up the new headquarters here?"

I did not speak, but nodded in agreement. When Rebarko arranged for someone to set up the meeting room, I called the lieutenant in front of him and told him: "Comrade Lieutenant, I now give you an important task."

Hearing that I was going to explain the task, the lieutenant hurriedly straightened his waist and waited for my order. "Lieutenant, you immediately take someone to find the body of General von Neindor and put it in the coffin. Do you understand?"

Hearing my order, the lieutenant was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Lebarco next to him with the inquiring gaze. Rebarko glared at him and said dissatisfied: "Lieutenant, what are you looking at me? Didn't you hear the order of the deputy commander of the front army to find the deputy coffin to condense the corpse of von Neindor? ?"

In the 3rd Guards Tank Army, what Rebarko said was better than me. After listening, the lieutenant replied loudly, then turned and walked into the conference room to carry out the order I gave.

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Rebarko’s subordinates were very efficient. In less than five minutes, the floor in the conference room was cleaned up. Even the blood on the walls was wiped off by the soldiers with sandpaper they didn’t know where to find Lost. After the military map was posted, there was no shocking blood on the wall at all.

Perhaps to take care of my emotions, Rebarko ordered someone to move the position of the conference table to the side for a certain distance. In this way, when I am in a meeting, I won't have my back facing a wall that once had blood stains.

As soon as the communications office set up the telephone line, the phone in front of me rang. As Rebarko was at the door, directing the soldiers to clean the debris in the corridor, I grabbed the microphone and asked: "I am Oshanina, where are you?"

"It's Lida." Zhukov's voice came from the receiver, and he said to me in a joyful tone: "I want to tell you good news, because you quickly captured Tarnopol. Therefore, the Supreme Command decided that 128 salutes will be fired on Moscow Red Square at 10 o'clock tonight to pay tribute to the commanders of the 3rd Guards Tank Army."

"It's great, Comrade Marshal." My depressed mood, after listening to Zhukov's good news, suddenly disappeared, and I also said excitedly: "I will immediately tell this good news to the 3rd Guards Tank Army. All the commanders and fighters of, make them happy too."

Maybe I was speaking too loudly, and the busy commanders in the meeting room heard them. Everyone stopped their work and turned to look at me. Even Rebarko, who was standing at the door, walked over quickly, and asked loudly, "Lida, do you have any good news, Comrade Marshal, to tell us?"

I hurriedly covered the microphone and said emotionally to Rebarko: "General Rebarko, I want to tell you a good news. At 10 o’clock tonight, on Moscow’s Red Square, 120 salutes will be fired for 20 shots. Salute to all the officers and men of the 3rd Army of the Guards Tank of Tarnopol!"

"Ula!" As soon as my voice fell, someone took the lead and cheered, and then everyone in the entire conference room cheered loudly: "Ula! Ula!!! Ula!!!"

Their shouts were so loud that I couldn't hear what Zhukov was saying in the microphone. I hurriedly raised my voice and said to Leibalko: "Comrade General, the Marshal has something to say, but the room is too noisy!"

There was a room where the voice was too loud, and Rebarko might not have heard what I was saying, but he guessed what I wanted to say from the anxious expression on my face, so he raised his hands and waved down desperately while shouting: "Quiet, Be quiet, everyone!"

Although his voice was also drowned in cheers, his gestures were seen by everyone, and the room soon became quiet, and the commanders continued to be busy with their work.

I let go of my hand covering the microphone and smiled at the microphone and said, "Comrade Zhukov, you have heard it. The commanders and fighters were very happy when they heard the news."

"Yes, Lida, I heard it all." Zhukov apparently heard the cheers in the conference room. He also smiled and said: "It is indeed worthy of the soldiers to cheer for such a great honor."

But his next words made my heart sink: "Lida, there is one more thing I want to ask you. As far as I know, there are five thousand German troops in Tarnopol. Why do you only take prisoners? There are 55 people, what the **** is going on? Will there be any German troops sneaking away when there is no our troops to the west?"

"No, Comrade Marshal." Hearing Zhukov's guess, I quickly replied: "Although we did not deploy troops to the west of the city before the offensive battle started, there were quite a few reconnaissance teams. The direction to break through is unable to escape their eyes."

"Then why did you only catch this prisoner?" Zhukov asked sternly: "You must never tell me that the Germans would rather die than surrender. This situation is not like the German style."

"Comrade Marshal~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Seeing that Zhukov had doubts about the results of our army, I had to patiently explain to him: "The Tarnopol garrison behaved better than we thought. More tenacious. In the face of our army's fierce offensive, their officers and men stubbornly guarded every street and every house, fighting every inch of our army's commanders and soldiers.

In order to capture this city, our army has paid huge casualties. According to the information I have, many battalions of our army have only more than a hundred people left after the battle. Even for a company of the 121st Guards Infantry Division, when it withdrew from the battle, only one deputy platoon commander and three soldiers were left, and everyone was injured. "

After I explained to Zhukov in detail, I emphasized that: "If it were not for our army’s strength several times that of the German army, and it also had an advantage in technical equipment, it would be almost impossible to capture this city. Mission."

"Okay, don't complain." After Zhukov accepted my remarks, he suddenly said: "We will start the encirclement and annihilation battle against the besieged German tank 1st Army. You let Rebarko hurry up and adjust. Deploy and mobilize elite troops to participate in this final battle. As long as the German Tank 1st Army is completely wiped out, the Germans will no longer be able to gain a foothold in the remaining areas of Ukraine and can only retreat obediently to Romania or Poland. In that case, Ukraine will be the first country to join us in recovery."