Burning Moscow

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When I walked out of the Kremlin, the lights were already on, and the searchlights around the Red Square illuminated the square like daylight. All the intersections entering the Red Square were blocked by iron fences and sandbags, and sentries were carefully checking everyone who entered and exited.

I saw the brightly lit Gum Mall on the east side of the Red Square, and I could vaguely hear the voices of people inside, so I wandered over there, planning to take a look at the mall.

The GUM State Department Store is a three-story building with three large arches. The door facing Lenin's Tomb has been closed for a long time, so I walked towards the arch on the north side. When I left the Red Square from the entrance, the sentries standing here raised their hands to salute me.

The GUM National Department Store, built in 1893, is one of the world-renowned department stores. The more than 1,000 shops here will basically sell both porcelain, handicrafts, clothing, department stores and other fine products with Russian characteristics in later generations, as well as a dazzling collection of imported goods.

It is more like a palace than a shop. The beige building with European classical style and the church with magnificent colors next to it harmoniously constitute a beautiful landscape on the Red Square.

Although later generations, because of the high prices of goods, the local customers have greatly reduced and it has become a shopping center for foreign tourists. But at this moment, as the largest department store in the Soviet Union, it is still a place where people love to hang around.

In the center of the first floor is an octagonal fountain. The benches next to it and the cafes nearby are filled with all kinds of customers. As the situation became more and more favorable to the Soviet Union, the possibility of Moscow being bombed by enemy planes has been infinitely reduced, and people's lives have almost returned to what they were before the war. This can be felt from the relaxed expressions on everyone's faces and the unconcealed smiles.

In Moscow in May, people dress in a variety of ways. Some wear leather jackets, some wear thick long coats, and some wear shirts. Several girls sitting on the benches and chatting, even put on beautiful dresses.

Since I couldn't find a place, I stood by a marble pillar not far from the fountain, looking at people enjoying peaceful lives at random. I stood for a while, because I felt it was a little hot in the mall, I took off the big brimmed hat and fan on my head.

Unexpectedly, two soldiers in picket uniforms appeared in front of me before I slapped them a few times. After the two raised their hands to salute me, the sergeant on the left said to me politely: "Comrade General, in public, please pay attention to your military appearance!"

I quickly put the general cap on my head again, and said apologetically to the two of them: "I'm sorry, I'll pay attention next time."

The two did not leave immediately, and the sergeant asked me politely: "Comrade General, are you here alone?"

The question of the sergeant reminded me that there was another guard waiting for me by the Moskva River under the Vasily Slope. He couldn't help but say, "Oh, oh, don't you remind me, I almost forgot. My guard lined up. Waiting for me by the Moskva River."

Hearing what I said, the sergeant said immediately: "Comrade General, please allow us to serve you. Let us take you to the Moskva River."

I wanted to decline the kindness of the sergeant, but then I thought about it, they are pickets, and it is more convenient to get in and out of many places than me. If I go to the guard platoon alone, it is estimated that I will not be able to cross the red square directly, but will have to go around in a big circle from other places to meet the guard platoon under the Vasily slope. So I smiled at the two of them and said gratefully: "Since this is the case, Comrade Sergeant, I would like to thank you in advance."

"General Oshanina, it is our honor to be able to serve you!" The sergeant bowed slightly, then turned to lead me in front.

I was surprised that the sergeant could call my name. I hurriedly stepped up, and paralleled the sergeant, and asked tentatively: "Comrade sergeant, do you know me?"

"General Oshanina," the sergeant replied with a smile, "Although I have never seen you, I know that there is a female general in the army who has made great achievements. When I saw you, it was roughly I guessed your identity, so I called you tentatively just now. I didn't expect it to be true."

The sergeant led me out of the south gate of the GUM shopping mall. After passing by the circular guillotine, I passed the security check smoothly, passed through the church of Saint Basil, and came under the **** of Basil. Seeing the vehicle of my guard platoon parked on the open space near the slope, I stopped, and Sergeant Chong stretched out my hand, shook his hand, and said gratefully: "Comrade Sergeant, thank you!"

After the sergeant released his hand, he raised his hand to salute me again, and said with a smile: "General Oshanina, it is my honour to be able to serve you! I wish you health!" After that, he turned and said. His subordinate stepped neatly toward the square.

The platoon leader of the guard waiting next to the car~www.wuxiaspot.com~ saw me coming down the slope, and immediately trot over and asked me for instructions: "Comrade Commander, you are out. I don't know where we should go now?"

I took out the note in my pocket, looked at the address on it, and said to the guard platoon leader: "Comrade Lieutenant, do you know the Military Hotel on Arbat Street?"

The guard platoon leader didn't know why I asked, but he nodded and said truthfully: "Of course I do."

"Since you know, get in the car immediately." I waved to the guard platoon leader and ordered: "We will live there tonight. Hurry up. The soldiers have not eaten for so long, so they are probably starving."

"Yes!" The guard platoon leader promised, and then ran back to the truck and shouted at the soldiers who were still standing next to the truck: "All of them, listen to my command, get in the car!"

I got into the passenger seat of the jeep and said to the driver who was ready to drive a long time ago: "Comrade driver, do you know the military hotel on Arbat Street?" Seeing him nodding to express affirmation, I patted his shoulder and ordered Said: "Since you know, let's drive. We will live there tonight."

The driver was from Moskva and was very familiar with the terrain. It took only five minutes for a small convoy of ours to arrive outside the military hotel on Arbat Street from the Moskva River.

Seeing several military vehicles parked at the door, the person in charge of the military hotel greeted me from inside, walked to my car, bent over and looked into the car, and then asked: "Comrade Commander, you guys tonight Do you want to stay here?"

I pushed the door and got out of the car, smiled and asked the person in charge: "I have more than forty people here, can you live here?"

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