Burning Moscow

　　 November 22 is really my lucky day.

　　 First met Resdayev, who hadn't met for a long time, and learned from him the good news that Lukin and Sapochukshan were in the world. What is even more surprising is that in the hospital dining room, I actually met the mother of the former artillery company commander Isayev, knowing that Isayev was lucky enough to survive and is recovering from his wounds in a military hospital in Moscow.

　　 The old lady brought us a pot of tea from the kitchen and poured it on both of us before she sat beside me unceremoniously. Because of the common topic of Isayev, everyone is not so restrained, and chatting is much more casual.

　　 "Mom Cheka," Restaev's mouth was sweet, so he immediately called the old lady by her nickname, which made the old man happy, and then asked, "Hurry up and tell us about Isayev."

"Well, tell us, how did he get back to Moscow? Was he seriously injured?" I also agreed, since I recovered the station, I have hardly seen Isayev. As for when he was transported as a wounded. Back to Moscow, I didn't even know it, which shows how incompetent a commander like me is.

"That day, just in time for my rest, in response to the call of the district Soviet for business labor, I was not idle, and digging trenches in the community with the remaining women in the residential building. Suddenly an unfamiliar voice asked loudly: 'Excuse me, is there anyone here who is a relative of Comrade Isayev?'

　　 We were stunned, and Qi Qi looked at the speaker. It turned out that it was a woman dressed as a government worker standing above the trench. ‘Is the civil assistant of the district Soviet. Hearing this, my heart sank suddenly. I asked if my son Isayev had sacrificed, and I felt that my strength had been taken away, and I sat down in the trenches.

　　‘Who are Comrade Isayev’s relatives? ’The staff member asked again, with a hint of impatience.

　　 All the people didn't speak, they just looked at me.

I leaned on the trench and tried to stand up. I only got up halfway and fell to the ground. A neighbor came to help me. Then I stood up with difficulty, staggered towards the person, and came. In front of her, she replied with a somewhat changed voice:'I am Isayev's mother. ’

　　 The staff member took out an envelope from her briefcase, squatted down and handed it to me. I took the envelope and didn't have the courage to open it, and then returned it to the staff, begging her to read the contents for me.

　　 I originally thought it was the notice of the death of his son Isayev, but I did not expect that it was his son who was injured and was recuperating at the XX military hospital. He informed me to visit. The notice also stated that due to Comrade Isayev’s bravery in battle, the superior department awarded him a bravery medal and was promoted to the rank of lieutenant. ..."

Hearing this, Restayev excitedly said to me: "Have you heard? Comrade Lieutenant Colonel, Isayev has also won the rank of lieutenant." I looked at him and nodded without speaking. I said in my heart that it was in the war. During this period, promotion is always the fastest. Haven't you also become a major.

The old lady went on to say: "I followed the address on the notice and went to the military hospital where my son was recuperating. When I first saw my son, he was covered with blood-stained bandages on his body and head, and he looked like he was seriously injured and dead. , I was shocked. But when he spoke, he found that he was in good spirits. Later, when I asked a doctor, I found out that he was only injured by the skin and his injuries were not as serious as they looked.

　　 I stayed with my son in front of his hospital bed and listened to him telling him about his fighting experience. He told me that his unit was dispersed by the Germans in Pologno, when he escaped alone. Met platoon leader Felstorf in the forest and moved to the rear with them.

　　 During the transfer, I encountered a reconnaissance unit led by you. Since you are the highest-ranking commander, it is logical to take over the command of the entire army. When you first accepted the army, he looked down on you, thinking that a woman would fight any battles, and he might soon make everyone a prisoner. .

But in the battle to attack the station, you saw you lead the soldiers, brandishing your submachine guns and leading the soldiers to charge; while holding your position, you were not afraid of the bullets swishing over your head, always staying at the forefront, just like an ordinary soldier. Picking up the gun and fighting the Germans face to face, he admires you so much. ..."

　　 The old lady is really talkative. She was talking about it almost the whole afternoon. Restaev and I didn't even have a chance to interrupt. If it weren't for the waiter in the restaurant to come back to work and prepare dinner for the wounded, I don't know when she will talk about it.

　　 I sent Restayev away and returned to my ward. As soon as I pushed the door, I saw the beautiful nurse turning around in the room. I closed the door and asked jokingly, "Comrade nurse, what's the matter with you? Why do you always turn around like a lion in a cage?"

The nurse heard my voice, stopped, and asked angrily, "Comrade Commander, where have you been? I almost searched the entire hospital and didn't see you. I thought something was wrong with you. ."

　　 I smiled and said, "What can I do? You are looking for me in such a hurry, what can I do?"

　　 "It's time to change the dressing," and he gave me an order, "Lie down on the bed, I'll change the dressing for you."

　　 With the help of the nurse, I took off my gown and lay on the bed naked. She carefully removed the bandage and changed the dressing for me. When I cleaned the wound with alcohol, I felt a cool and no pain. It seemed that the wound was almost healed.

After changing the medicine and getting the injection, she covered the quilt for me, and said: "Comrade Commander, take a good rest, don't run around." Then she took out the tray with bottles and cans. room.

　　 In the injection she gave me, there are probably sedative ingredients. After a while, I felt that my eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and I gradually couldn't open my eyes, and soon fell asleep unconsciously.

　　 In half asleep and half awake, I felt my body floated up, floated out of the room, floated out of the city, floated to the battlefield full of artillery fire. Looking down from a high altitude, fierce battles were being carried out everywhere on the open ground in the middle of the endless forest. Countless artillery shells exploded on both sides, and the cloud of smoke that rose up was blown away by the wind, forming a smoke area on the battlefield.

　　 I continued to drift towards the depths of the Soviet army, and soon came to the top of a village. A T-34 tank parked at the west entrance of the village. Several tankers were sitting on the tank smoking and chatting, looking at ease. Except for them, we can no longer see our soldiers around. A big wooden sign was erected at the entrance of the village with the name of the place written in black pen: "Peshki Village".

　　 There seemed to be a lot of people in the wooden house next to the tank, and I floated over curiously to see what happened. There is a lot of noise in the room. Everyone discusses and analyzes the situation. I took a look at the people present. I knew almost all the senior commanders, except for the commander of the 16th Army Rokosovsky, Chief of Staff Malinin, and General Carmela and General Kurkin from the Front Command. From their conversation, I know that these people were originally sent by Zhukov to investigate the situation.

At this time, General Kamella stood up and said loudly to the people present: "Comrades of the Front Command, there is no need to discuss it anymore. General Rokosovsky, who is responsible for the defense of this area, has arrived. Let us not hinder any more. He commanded the battle, let's all go!" After saying that, he walked over and shook hands with Handsome Luo, and left with the investigation team of the front army headquarters.

I followed them through the village and came to the south of the village. I found that there were more than 20 cars parked in the middle of the buildings. A group of drivers had gathered around chatting, but when the commander came, I quickly spread out and saluted. . The drivers from the Front Army Headquarters saluted them and hurriedly ran to open the car door and asked their commander to get on the car.

　　 Watching the convoy of the investigation team of the Front Army Headquarters go away, I returned to the wooden house where Rokosovsky was. At this time, the commander and chief of staff were analyzing the situation with the staff in the headquarters. According to various signs, troops of the Eighth Guards Division arrived in the forest five or six kilometers north of the village, while other troops were still fighting and withdrawing, and temporarily did not enter the designated defense area.

When everyone was studying the situation of the enemy and us, there was a loud noise suddenly, which shocked everyone, and collectively looked back in the direction of the sound, only to find that it was a German tank shell that had penetrated the wall and landed on it. In the room, but thankfully the shell did not explode.

Rokosovsky turned his face to a commander and asked him anxiously: "Comrade Commander, where are your tanks located? What are your tank soldiers doing? How can the Germans easily touch the outside of the village? No one has issued a combat alert."

The response of the tank commander surprised everyone: "Sorry, comrade commander! I left two tanks for the infantry in the northern position of the village, and the rest of the tanks drove to Duley Jinno to refuel. Up."

　　 "What?" Ma Lining slapped the table and yelled out loudly: "Making a mess! It's a mess!"

　　 Rokosovsky was still trying to stay calm, and asked the tank commander faintly: "Are you sure that the two tanks reserved for infantry are still on the battlefield? Didn't they go for refueling?"

The tank commander seemed blind. He defended: "According to the regulations, in wars, fuel is usually delivered to tanks from the rear instead of from the front. I have transferred all tanks to Pesh after receiving it. After Ji’s order, he began to send tanks to refuel."

"Report!" A combat staff opened the door and hurried in, reporting loudly to Rokosovsky: "Report to Comrade Commander! German tanks rushed into the village along the road, and submachine gunners rushed into the village. Advance in the direction and fire on houses. German tanks will come to us in at most three minutes."

　　 Rokosovsky was taken aback and asked loudly to the commanders present: "Where are our troops blocking the road? Also, where is our car, is it still intact?"

　　 "Comrade Commander," it was Chief of Staff Ma Lining who spoke, and he said sadly: "At this time, we can only gamble on luck."

　　 "Let's go!" Rokosovsky shouted ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and then led everyone out of the wooden house and looked around. Over the village, shells flew around from time to time, sometimes falling in front of them, and sometimes on both sides of them. Some shells whizzed past, but fell gently; some shells fell on buildings or fences, but did not explode. I took a closer look. It turned out that these were fake bombs fired by German tanks.

　　 The T-34 tank was still parked beside the house. The tank commander advised Rokosovsky to sit inside the tank. But Rokosovsky ordered him to sit on this tank to find his troops immediately, and command the tank soldiers to cover the road and prevent the enemy from continuing to advance along the railway. You must know that the railway traverses 6 to 8 kilometers south of Peshki. Cross the Leningrad Highway.

　　 A group of 12 people evacuated, keeping at a distance where they could see each other, and walking quietly to the south of the village. The T-34 tank drove quickly westward at full horsepower, attracting the attention of the enemy. The tank driver’s skills were very good. The tank he was driving quickly disappeared from our field of vision under the fierce fire from the enemy.

　　 And Rokosovsky and the others cautiously approached the southern end of the village along the street, and soon found their car. The drivers who were waiting here anxiously saw the arrival of the commanders and immediately rushed to their cars, opened the doors to beckon them to get in and flee for their lives.

　　 As there was no defense from our army at the position north of the village, the German army was able to drive straight in and quickly penetrated the village. The German tanks took the lead, rushing to the forefront of the entire army, seeing Rokosovsky and their convoy, immediately increased their horsepower to catch up.

　　 Seeing Rokosovsky and the others in a dangerous situation, I couldn't help screaming out worriedly.