Burning Moscow

　　 Seeing me crying, Restayev panicked a bit. He stood in front of me at a loss and asked anxiously: "Comrade Lieutenant Colonel, what's the matter with you? Why do you suddenly cry?"

　　 After hearing the news of Lukin and Sapochuk, my mood suddenly improved. Since I traveled to this world, although I have met a lot of people, these people either separated from me or sacrificed. Even the team I tried hard to train for myself was lost after a few battles. With Lu Jin and his abilities and qualifications, after he is discharged from the hospital, I can be more or less an official and a half, and I will be able to have two more right-hand men in the future. Thinking of this, my heart couldn't help but feel relieved, wiped a tear, and laughed.

"Nothing, I am happy." I happily punched Restaev on the shoulder. "Thank you, Restaev. I always thought that Lukin and Sapochuk had sacrificed. , I didn’t expect them to be alive. The news is so happy."

　　 "It's okay," Restaev said with a smirk, "I saw you cry suddenly. I thought something was wrong, and I was worried for a long time."

　　 "Have you eaten yet?" I don't know what time it is, but habitually politely said: "If you haven't eaten, I will ask you to eat in the hospital restaurant."

"I haven't eaten lunch yet. Listening to you, I'm really hungry. Let's go now." Restaev shook his head and was not polite with me. He moved to the side and made a request. Posture: "I guess you don't know where the restaurant is. I'll show you the way."

　　 The hospital’s restaurant is not big, there are only a dozen neatly arranged square tables. It shouldn’t be time for dinner at this time. There is no one in the restaurant. As soon as we walked in, a fat old lady in a turban and apron stood up in the corner by the door. She said to Restaev: "Comrade Commander, I'm sorry, the restaurant is closed now, please Come back in two hours."

Although the old lady gave us an order to evict us, Restaev still asked unwillingly: "But I haven't eaten anything from morning till now. Can you prepare something for me? Even a few slices of bread will do. ."

　　 "No, there is nothing left." The old lady replied coldly, "Comrade Commander, the restaurant is not open now, and all food is sold out."

　　 After hearing the old lady say this, I smiled bitterly and said apologetically to Restaev: “Resdayev, I’m sorry, I wanted to treat you to food, but I didn’t expect the restaurant to not work. I’m so sorry.”

　　 Restayev sighed disappointedly and said, "Oh! Forget it, I'll go back to the garrison headquarters to eat. Comrade Lieutenant Colonel, let's go."

　　 "Comrade Lieutenant Colonel!" When the old lady heard Restaev call me this, she couldn't help looking at me up and down, repeating my military rank. We had just turned around and just walked out a few steps, the old lady suddenly called from behind: "Please wait a minute."

　　 We stopped and looked back at the old lady who was chasing us. The old lady stood in front of me and asked me tentatively, "Are you Lieutenant Colonel Oshanina?"

　　 "Yes." I looked at her in surprise, wondering how she would know my identity.

　　 "I'm sorry, Comrade Lieutenant Colonel!" The old lady apologized to me and said, "You are wearing a hospital gown. I did not recognize you."

"It's okay. There is no military rank mark on the hospital gown. It's normal not to recognize it." I said to the old lady friendly: "We just wanted to come and have something to eat. I didn't expect the restaurant to be closed. Alas, it's a pity. We. Go ahead and come later. Goodbye!"

After I finished speaking, I was ready to go again. The old lady grabbed my right arm and took me to the restaurant. As she walked, she said: "Come with me, girl. You come here again, how can you be hungry? Go back to the stomach." After walking a few steps, he shouted at Restaev who was still standing there stupidly: "I said, Comrade Commander, what are you still standing there for? Do you want to be like a capitalist master? Stand there and wait for the servant to bring the food to you on a plate?"

　　 Amidst the kind laughter of the old lady and I, Restayev smiled embarrassedly, then raised his foot to catch up.

　　 The old lady put us at a dining table, and then went to the kitchen to fetch food for us. Restayev looked at the back of the old lady leaving, and said with emotion: "It seems that you still have a lot of face. Even the closed restaurant can make an exception to provide you with services."

　　 I was also at a loss. I didn't understand why the old lady suddenly took a 180-degree turn after hearing my rank. She just smiled and didn't speak.

　　 Restaev asked suddenly: "Have you been in the 316th Infantry Division all this time?"

"Yes, since I led an independent camp to recover the station, I have been responsible for the defense of the area. The night before the October Revolution, I received an order from the division headquarters to lead a group of troops under the division, together with the instructor Kroshkov. The mixed battalion composed of personnel will be transferred to the Red Square to participate in the military parade...."

　　 "Wait a minute," Just now, Restaev interrupted me and said, "You mean you also led the troops to participate in the Red Square parade?"

　　 "Yes." I feel like he wants to express something, especially since the word "also" was mentioned just now. Did his unit also participate in the famous military parade? Thinking of this, he asked curiously: "Why do you say ‘yes’? Are you also in the military unit?"

　　 He shook his head in frustration and said: "The army I was in was under martial law in the streets near the Red Square that day. It was a pity that I missed the opportunity to see Comrade Stalin in person."

　　 "It's okay!" I comforted him and said, "I didn't see it this time, but there will be a chance next time. Besides, you work in the Garrison Headquarters, and you have much more chances to meet Comrade Stalin than our field troops."

　　 "That's right," he changed the subject and asked, "How are Festov and Pavlov, are they still at the station? I haven't seen each other, I kind of miss them."

My smile instantly froze on my face, and my mind immediately recalled the body of Festov, which was hanging on a flagpole and swaying in the wind. The sore nose and tears almost fell again. It took a while before I Reluctantly stabilized his situation, looked at the ceiling, and said, "They all sacrificed! They died heroically in the battle to defend the station. In addition to Festov, Pavlov, Aguminte, Aji and others Sacrificed. After our army regained the station, the captured German officers and soldiers said that Festov had blown up a German tank alone while he was seriously injured. The German commander was furious and ordered him to die. Hanged him on the flagpole of the station...."

Hearing how the Germans treated his comrades-in-arms, Restayev was so angry that he slapped his palm on the table and gnashed his teeth and cursed: "These **** fascist robbers, I want you to pay for it! "

　　 "What happened?" The old lady who was busy in the kitchen heard the loud noise of the restaurant and hurried out to see what happened.

　　 "It's okay!" I hurriedly turned my head and waved at the old lady again and again, saying: "We are chatting, Comrade Major is a little excited, I patted the table and shocked you, I'm sorry."

　　 "You will be able to eat in one minute." After the old lady said this, she flashed into the kitchen again.

　　 I looked at Restayev, who was emotional in front of me, and slowly said, "This is war. If we don't lose our friends and relatives, we must first defeat these invaders..."

　　 "Comrade Commander, you have been waiting for a long time." The old lady's loud voice came from the kitchen, and she was seen walking out with a tray. When she came to our dining table, she supported the tray with her left hand, and put the contents of the tray on the table with her right hand.

　　 In addition to two plates of roasted potatoes, a plate of bread, and a bowl of red cabbage soup, there is actually a steaming barbecue with tomato sauce and fresh shredded onions. After the old lady arranged the food, she put the tray on the table next to her, and said in a gesture of inviting: "Please eat, Comrade Commander. You must be starving."

Restaev was also not welcome. He took a piece of bread with his left hand and took a bite. Before putting it down, he used a fork to fork the potatoes on the plate, and said vaguely: "I haven't eaten in a day. , I'm so hungry."

　　 I really wanted to know how the old lady knew my identity, so instead of eating immediately, I asked her to sit down next to her, and then curiously asked: "Old lady, how do you know my name?"

The old lady pushed another plate of potatoes in front of me first, and then said unhurriedly: "The hospital had notified us yesterday that a female lieutenant colonel was here to treat her injuries. Let us all do it at any time. She offered to help. And I just heard the commander call you Comrade Lieutenant Colonel, I guessed it was you. And I also heard a lot of your deeds..."

　　 "What's the deed?" Listening to the old lady's words, I became more and more curious. uukanshu.com didn't expect me to be well-known now, and some people have started to reciting my incident.

"Say that you once led a small team to go deep behind the enemy line to carry out dangerous reconnaissance missions. On the way back, you also received a large number of dispersed fighters and formed a unit. When fighting against the Germans who attacked the city, you still Go to the front line to fight face to face with the enemy, and force an enemy force to surrender to you...."

　　 Although what the old lady said is simple, they are true, but these things are impossible to report in the newspaper. How did she know? I looked at the old lady puzzled and asked, "Who told you what you said?"

"my son!"

　　 "Your son?!"

　　 "Yes!" said the old lady proudly: "He used to be in the independent camp and was your company commander."

　　 "My company commander?" I couldn't help but glance at the opposite Resdayev, and saw him with half a potato in his mouth, staring at the old lady dumbfounded. Judging from the old lady's attitude towards him just now, the two are definitely not a mother-child relationship, so who will be her son?

　　 I recited the names of several company commanders in the Independence Camp at the time, and then asked tentatively, "Who is your son? Lukin or Sapochuk?"

　　 The old lady shook her head and said, "Neither, my son is Isayev, who is your artillery company commander."

"Isayev!" The potato in Restayev's mouth fell into the plate with a clatter. He stood up with me and asked the old lady in unison: "Isayev is your son? Where is he now? Are you still alive?"