Burning Moscow

　　 turned his head unintentionally, and unexpectedly found that Lieutenant Sergey Sha, who had long been forgotten by me, was standing in the doorway with his hands on his chest, leaning against the marble wall, and peering at us to watch the excitement.

　　 Seeing his expression, I was so angry and funny. What is annoying to him is that there are eight or nine hundred people at stake right now, and as a privileged officer, he is actually watching the fun next to him casually.

　　 I walked up to him, patted him on the shoulder, then winked at him and motioned for him to come with me. When we walked to the desk, I whispered to him: "Sergey Sha, I ask you one thing, can you promise me?"

　　 "Please speak, comrade Lieutenant Colonel!" He readily agreed: "As long as it is within my ability, I will promise you."

"That's it..." I hesitated, but I still said what I was saying, "Look at the eight or nine hundred people in the subway station, all of unknown origin. And Dole, who has the right to deal with them, Lieutenant Nikov is too young and has little experience. I am afraid that he will make some mistakes in handling the problem and cause undesirable consequences. Can you call Colonel Bezikov and ask him to come here in person. It is far better than Lieutenant Dolnikov to handle such things with his experience and qualifications."

Xie Liaosha hesitated, and finally nodded and agreed: "Okay, I'll call the colonel." He picked up the phone, and after shaking it, he said into the microphone: "Operator, I'm the Central Guard Corps." Lieutenant Seryosha, immediately pick me up from the Kremlin duty room. The phone number is..."

　　 When I returned to the crowd, I saw the soldiers of the Ministry of Internal Affairs who were in charge of the guards. They did not put down their light machine guns and continued to watch people's every move. Realizing that she was in a bad situation, a cowardly woman was so scared that she cried secretly. At first, only a few people cried, but she soon infected the people around her, and then the cries became full.

　　 "Da da da!" A burst of clear gunfire sounded, suddenly suppressing the crying in the crowd. I turned my head and saw that it was the soldier who had just killed the policeman who shot. The machine gun in his hand was leaning against the roof, and he shouted loudly: "Quiet! Quiet! Shut me up. Whoever makes a sound will be shot on the spot."

　　 "What's the matter?" Hearing the gunfire, Lieutenant Dolnikov rushed out of the platform and asked loudly: "What's the matter, what's the matter? What's the matter?"

　　 "It's okay." I sneered and answered the soldier before he could speak: "Someone in the crowd was crying just now. To prevent the riots, your subordinates shot them to deter them."

　　 The soldier came over and ignored me. Instead, he asked Lieutenant Dolnikov directly: "Comrade Lieutenant, what should we do with these people?"

　　 "It goes without saying that these are German spies. You don't need to be polite to them. They are all shot!" Dolnikov looked at the crowd in front of him and said viciously, "Go get ready."

　　 "Yes!" The soldier agreed, and turned around to convey the ensign's order.

"Wait a minute." I stopped the soldier who wanted to go away, and then said to Lieutenant Dolnikov in a stern tone: "Comrade Lieutenant, please see clearly that the hundreds of people standing in front of me are all Our comrades. Although you have the right to decide their fate, you can't make a death sentence so hastily."

"Comrade Lieutenant Colonel," Dolnikov was very dissatisfied with my attitude, and his voice immediately rose an octave. "Our Ministry of Internal Affairs does not need to be taught by others. Also, I ask you to pay attention to your position. , Don’t stand on our opposite side, otherwise it will be very dangerous!"

　　 Listening to the second lieutenant’s words, although I was very unconvinced in my heart, I did not dare to refute him anymore. After all, he represented the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Not to mention that I was a lieutenant colonel.

The conversation between me and the second lieutenant was heard clearly by those close to us. Seeing that I did not refute, their eyes showed a desperate expression, no one shouted, facing the muzzle pointed at them, just silently Backing away, a large open space appeared in front of us.

　　 Seeing that the second lieutenant's hand has been raised high, and as soon as it falls, more than 20 light machine guns in the hall will shoot death at people. I was helpless and turned my body, bowed my head and walked away, tears running down my cheeks.

"Wait a minute," at this critical moment, Lieutenant Sergey Shah's voice was heard next to him: "Comrade Lieutenant, order your soldiers to put down their guns. Here, Commander Oshanina is the highest commander. She has the final say."

　　 I was taken aback when I heard Sergei’s words so sure, and then relieved, he had just called Colonel Bezikov, and everything he said must have been approved by the other party.

　　 "Why?" Lieutenant Dolnikov asked unconvincedly, and then once again carried out his identity to suppress Sergei, "Comrade Lieutenant, don't worry about our People's Committee of the Interior!"

Sergey did not buy his account, went straight to him, turned his hand behind his back, and said carelessly: "I belong to the Central Guard Corps. I was ordered just now. Everything here is controlled by Lieutenant Colonel Oshanina. After all, I'll talk about the rest after my superiors arrive." After he finished speaking, he walked to the middle of the clearing, then turned around, and shouted at the soldiers with guns: "All of them, listen to my password. : Stand at attention!~" The soldiers all looked at Lieutenant Dolnikov. Seeing that the Lieutenant dropped his hands weakly, they all put their guns down and stood at attention.

Sergey looked at the frustrated Lieutenant Dolnikov, smiled contemptuously, and said in a sarcastic tone: "What's so great about the Ministry of Internal Affairs, we are the guards responsible for defending Comrade Stalin." He said, The soldiers who were still unconvinced couldn't help taking a breath, and began to whisper to each other.

　　 Dolnikov raised his head and said unwillingly, "I want to ask my superiors about this."

　　 Xie Liaosha made a please gesture to him, saying: "Go and call your superior. It's best to let him be there in person."

When Dolnikov passed by me to make a call, I took a step forward and said loudly to the fighters in the fighter camp standing a little further away: "Comrades, what are you doing stupidly standing there? I didn't see. Are the women, the elderly and the children in front of you cold enough? Get some blankets or clothes for them to keep them out of the cold."

　　 When the soldiers ran back to the tent to get the blankets and extra clothes, I turned to the platform again to see how the bomb was going.

　　 In the time that was just delayed, the engineers have already arrived. Not many people came, only one sergeant and one ordinary soldier, so we didn't notice it at all when they came. When they disarmed the bombs, Ramis and a few others were still squatting on the platform without hiding.

　　 I saw the old man who was giving a lecture just now standing in the doorway, bending down and leaning on his cane with both hands, watching nervously the engineer inside. I looked at no one on the left and right, then stepped forward and patted him on the back shoulder lightly. The old man was taken aback, turned his head and saw that it was me, and asked with some dissatisfaction: "Comrade Commander, what's the matter with you?"

I put my index finger in front of my lips and made a silent motion. Seeing the old man immediately understood, I said to him in a low voice: "My old man, you will hear what I said later, no matter how unthinkable, I will I hope you can remain calm, can you do it?"

Although the old man was still full of doubts, he nodded, and then I went on to say: "Based on what I have just observed, you and the trainees are all from Moscow in 1975, right? If it is right, you nod." The old man nodded, indicating that I was right.

"Although you are from 1975, you don’t know what incredible things happened to the subway train in the process of running, which caused you to come to our era collectively. In other words, you have now left 1975 and came to a new one. The age. I said so, can you understand?" After hearing what I said, the old man was almost dumbfounded and muttered to himself: "How is this possible, how is this possible?"

"Anything is possible." I said in my heart that if I hadn't crossed over and killed me, I wouldn't believe that there would really be a crossover, but I couldn't tell the truth. I could only vaguely remind him: "You must remember that the era you came to was in 1941, which happened to be the time when the German soldiers came to Moscow. You are a man from the future. Of course, you know everything that is happening now, but at the same time you should also be clear I know, what kind of era is this? If you want to live, you have to change your mind and think of yourself as someone who has been growing up in this era. You must learn to pretend to be confused in order to live long, and only in this way, I have Be sure to let you all live~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Understand?"

　　 After hearing what I said, the old man was stunned for a long time before slowly saying: "Although I don't quite understand what you said, I know what to do."

　　 "Just understand." Hearing what he said, I finally breathed a sigh of relief and started chatting with the old man: "Excuse me, how do I call you?"

　　 "My name is Florin. I am a senior engineer in the XX arsenal. I am now retired at home." He introduced himself last night and asked, "I don't know how to call you?"

　　 "Lida! Lida Musdakova Oshanina, now the commander of the Eighth Guards Division."

　　 "Lida Musdakova Oshanina?" He said my name repeatedly and said to himself: "This name sounds familiar, as if I heard it somewhere."

　　 I smiled bitterly, can I be unfamiliar? The book "The Dawn Here is Quiet" was a best-selling book in the 1970s in the Soviet Union. Even if the character of Lida is not a household name, few people do not know the name. But I thought that if I didn't say it, the old man didn't know how long he would be there to talk about, so he vaguely reminded him: "Maybe I saw it in that novel. There are too many people with the same name and surname."

"Ah!" Hearing my reminder, the old man slapped his thigh suddenly and said: "I remember, there is a female soldier in the best-selling novel "The Dawn Here is Quiet" with the same name as you. But she finally It’s not sacrificed, but you are still alive, and you have won such a high rank?"

　　 "A novel is a novel, only the character created by the writer is dead, and the real me is still alive!"