Burning Moscow

　　 can't remember how long after sitting on the ground stupidly, he was pulled up by a person. He followed the other side mechanically out of the subway station and was squeezed into a black car again. Only then did I discover that it was Colonel Bezikov who pulled me into the car. I stupidly asked him what happened to the passengers on the platform, and were there any survivors? He said impatiently, he was beaten to pieces, how could anyone survive?

I seemed to be crying and asking him: "Why did this happen? Why? Dozens of people, dozens of people! There are also elderly women and children inside, just like this. Why on earth?"

Bezikov said unhappily: "It was the damned driver who caused the trouble. He insulted Comrade Stalin in his words, which infuriated the soldiers. At that time, there was a dazzling white light. Almost everyone In an instant, there was a vast expanse of whiteness in front of my eyes, and I instinctively pulled the trigger...."

　　 Just then, I heard the alarm sound. The sound of the sirens was mild and distant at first, and then soon became louder and louder, overwhelming Bezikov's voice. He angrily shouted at the driver in the front row: "What's the matter? Hasn't the air raid alarm been lifted? Why is it sounding again?"

The driver glanced out of the window, then continued to stare at the front of the car intently, and replied angrily: "Comrade Colonel, the Germans are very cunning now. They divided the air raid aircraft into two groups and took off in batches. After leaving for a while, the second wave of bombers arrived and bombarded people coming out of the air-raid shelters, causing heavy casualties to civilians."

　　 While speaking, I caught a glimpse of the Pushkin statue passing by the car window, knowing that it was not far from the Kremlin, and driving forward for a few minutes to reach a safe place. However, the German bombs had screamed and landed, and a bomb exploded nearby, and there was a rumbling sound of houses collapsing. Before I turned my head to look at the destroyed building, another bomb suddenly exploded on the side of the road on the left front, shocking our body. Bezikov became anxious, and desperately urged the driver: "Hurry up, hurry up, and drive the car faster!..."

　　 Before the words fell, another bomb fell from the sky and exploded next to our car. The huge impact overturned the car we were riding in. While the car was rolling over, Bezikov slammed on me next to me, making my eyes black out of Venus, and then hit the roof of the car with my head severely. I completely lost consciousness before the car completed the first turn of the car. ...

　　 opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was a dazzling white light. In an instant, I had the illusion that I was back on the platform with corpses everywhere. I blinked desperately, trying hard to adapt to everything around me. As my sight recovered, I realized that this was a snow-white ward. Looking left and right, there is a bedside table on the right and a row of yellow radiators under the window. There is only my bed in the room, which seems to be a single patient room.

　　 I looked at my body and couldn't help but smile. The clothes on my body had been taken off, and the left half of my body and chest were covered with bandages. I wanted to sit up and see what this place was, but as soon as I moved my body, a sharp pain came from the left half of my body. The pain was so painful that I couldn't help but hum.

　　 The scalp is a little itchy, and the only thing I can move is my right hand. I raised my hand to scratch, but I touched the bandage on my forehead. I secretly sighed that my life was not good. Since I came to this world, I have not remembered how many times I was injured and how many times I was admitted to the hospital.

This is the room door opened, and a nurse in a white coat walked in. Seeing that I had regained consciousness, after closing the door, he hurried to my side and squatted down, asking happily, "How do you feel when you wake up?" "

　　 "I'm fine!" I didn't know where I was. What happened to Colonel Bezikov who was with me, so I asked, "How is Colonel Bezikov?"

"Don't worry, Comrade Colonel is fine!" The nurse comforted me: "When the ambulance team rescued you from the car, the driver died and you suffered a slight injury. As for the colonel, he injured a leg. You can walk with the help of crutches."

"where is this place?"

　　 "This is the 37th Military Hospital. When you were admitted, we were instructed by your superiors to provide you with the best ward and provide the best treatment, so we will arrange for you to come to this special ward..."

　　 While I was answering questions with the nurse, there was a knock on the door outside, and the nurse got up and opened the door. Then I heard the nurse's voice: "Hello! Comrade Colonel!"

　　 "Is Lieutenant Colonel Oshanina awake?" The voice of the questioner was very familiar, and I knew it was Bezikov when I heard it.

　　 I quickly pulled up the sheet covering my body, covering my naked body, and then said to the outside: "Is Colonel Bezikov at the door? Please come in and sit down. Don't stand at the door."

　　 The nurse leaned to his side and stepped aside, and Bezikov walked in with a limping stick on the crutches. He said loudly to me: "Thank God, you finally woke up!"

　　 I stretched out my right hand from under the sheet, shook it at him, and said, "Comrade Colonel, my ears are not hurt. You don't need to speak so loudly."

　　 The nurse walked to the other side of the bed and said softly to me: "Comrade Colonel's ears were deafened by the explosion. If the voice is too low, he can't hear it."

　　Since the nurse said so, I could only raise my voice and talk to him, and at the same time signal the nurse to go out and close the door. I don't want the conversation between me and the colonel to be known to passers-by. I asked Bezikov sitting in the chair beside the bed, "Comrade Colonel, how is the situation?"

My original intention was to ask if the air raids outside were over. I didn’t know that he had misunderstood what I meant. He slapped my thigh and said, "It’s terrible. I didn’t expect the German to launch two air raids today. The original schedule, at this time, you should have received an interview from Comrade Stalin in the Kremlin. Unexpectedly, you were injured and unconscious again. This interview has been temporarily cancelled."

　　 "What?" The news surprised me, and it was unimaginable that Stalin would meet me. I pointed my finger to my nose and asked in disbelief: "Comrade Stalin wants to see me?"

　　 "Yes." Bezikov said in a positive tone: "It is Comrade Stalin's order to let you go back to Moscow."

Hearing what he said, I suddenly felt flattered. I thought to myself if I was recruited back at this time, would I have to be added to the ranks? First two medals, and then a general as a general, it is worthwhile. This trip.

　　 While I was having a dream of yellow beams, what Bezikov said next made me feel like I had fallen into an ice cellar. "I have some bad news to tell you," he said unhurriedly: "Our convoy was spotted by an enemy plane shortly after coming out of the subway station ~www.wuxiaspot.com~. Maybe it was taken by the enemy as an enemy. The newly arrived reinforcements, so the enemy planes attacked the convoy in turn. Except for a few wounded soldiers who escaped by chance, the rest were killed."

　　 I asked in disbelief, "Is it the convoy carrying passengers on the subway train?"

"Yes!" Bezikov said lightly: "Not only their convoy, but also the convoy of our guards escorting mechanical technicians and workers were also bombed. Almost all of them died in the airstrike. Up."

I was stunned for a long time, and suddenly remembered that he had used the word "almost", so I asked with luck, "What about the senior engineer of Fronin? There is also the name...Selekin, who seems to be the engineer by this name? They too? Are they all killed?" After speaking, he stared at Bezikov intently to see how he would react.

　　 Seeing that I shook my head as I expected, I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and the big rock in my heart fell to the ground. Unexpectedly, he went on to say: "Although the car they were riding in did not go with the convoy, they were also bombed."

　　 My heart suddenly touched my throat, and my breathing was involuntarily quickened. My right hand unconsciously squeezed the bed sheet tightly. After a long time, I asked weakly, "Are they okay?"

"Engineer Selekin's head was cut off by shrapnel in half and he died on the spot. Senior engineer Fronin was fateful, was stunned by the blast, his head was negative, and his hands and feet were fractured to varying degrees. After rescue, the doctor said that his life is not in danger and he is still in a coma for the time being. We have placed him in the ward next door. If you have time, you can go and see him."