Burning Moscow

　　 Although I didn't see the young People's Committee Chairman, I knew in my heart that the conversation with Stalin had an effect that day when they saw Fronin who was still recuperating. Since he sent Ustinov, who is in charge of leading military production, to come forward, it means that he will fully carry out the production of new weapons after mastering the high-tech technology provided by Fronin. After all, on the battlefield, the factors that determine victory or defeat In addition to the commanding ability of the officer and the courage and determination of the soldiers, the performance of technical equipment is also crucial.

　　Waiting for the people from the Ministry of Internal Affairs to walk away, I sent Bezikov downstairs to wait for me, and changed clothes in the ward alone. After changing my clothes, I went to the restaurant to bid farewell to the old lady and Valorja.

　　 My grandfather and grandson were quite reluctant to leave me, and during this period of time, we have already had feelings for each other when we get along with them. The old lady was surprised, and then wiping her tears repeatedly told me to pay more attention to safety on the battlefield. Valorja was reluctant to leave. He simply hugged my leg and held on to it. In the end, the old lady pulled him away and I was able to get out.

　　 Out of the hospital building, I saw a jeep parked under the steps in front of the building. I thought it was Ramis and their car, and hurriedly ran over. When I walked to the car, I saw that the driver was an unfamiliar face. I bent down and asked the driver tentatively, "Comrade soldier, may I ask, is this car going to the front line?"

"Frontline? What frontline?" The unfamiliar driver asked in a confused state, but after glancing at the rank on my collar, he straightened his body and replied respectfully: "Report to Comrade Commander, I am me. A commander of the regiment came to visit the wounded, and when he comes out, I will send him to the Communist Youth League station."

　　 "So you didn't come to pick me up!" Hearing him say that, I was a little disappointed in my heart. Fortunately, waiting for me outside. When I came out, not only did I not see Ramis and Grisa, but even Bezikov disappeared. What is going on? I hesitated a little, guessing that they might have gone to the ward, maybe I just missed them. Thinking about this, I didn't talk to the driver anymore, turned around and walked into the building.

　　I just climbed a few steps, and suddenly heard a voice calling me coming from a distance. Turning my head to see, a jeep rushed in from the hospital gate, and then stopped steadily in front of the steps.

　　 As soon as the car stopped, the person in the car opened the door and jumped out. I know several people who came out, except Bezikov, the other two, one is my guard company commander Lieutenant Ramis, and the other is the driver Grisa. So I turned around and greeted me with a smile.

Grisa stood there and did not move. Ramis took two steps and came to me and stood up and saluted. He reported to me with some excitement: "Report to me, Comrade Commander, Lieutenant Ramis, Commander of the Guard Company, is here to pick you up. I am discharged from the hospital and now I am waiting for your instructions."

I did not return the gift. Instead, I raised my hand and pulled the hand held by his forehead, shook it vigorously, and then asked with concern: "How is the situation in the division? General Leviakin and Comrade Political Commissar, both Okay?"

He smirked and replied, "It's all good, everyone hopes that you can return to the army soon. No, after receiving the order from the superior, the political comrades and comrades will send me to the hospital to pick you up in the division." , His body turned to the side and made a please gesture, "Comrade Commander, please get in the car!"

　　 When we got to the car, I shook hands with Grisa who was standing there, got into the jeep and sat in the back row. Bezikov walked over, bent over and said to me, "The battle ahead is cruel. Take care!"

　　 "Thank you!" I was extremely grateful for his concern, and quickly stretched out my hand from the window and shook his hand.

　　 When the car started, he said loudly: "Good luck!" After saying that, he took a step back, stood at attention on the spot, and paid a solemn military salute to our car.

Perhaps Bezikov greeted the checkpoints along the way. Almost no soldiers on duty stopped our car to check our documents. They were all ten meters apart, and the guards lifted the railings to block the road, and we were able to pass unimpeded. The land left the city.

　　 When we arrived in the suburbs, the road conditions became worse. In addition to the areas that were crushed and damaged by various vehicles during the rainy season, there were also craters of various sizes that were bombed by German aircraft. The bumpy and snow-covered road slowed our speed unconsciously.

　　 The sky gradually darkened, and Ramis, who was sitting in the co-pilot's seat, urged Grisa: "Drive faster, drive at this speed, and wait until the division headquarters, the sky is over."

　　 I looked at the darker and darker sky outside, and asked Ramis, "How far is it from the division?"

　　 "About ten kilometers."

　　 Not far away, I vaguely saw two fork roads ahead, and asked Ramis curiously: "Comrade Lieutenant, there are two roads ahead, which one should we take?"

　　 "Go to the right," Ramis said with a finger, "The one on the left goes to Peshki Village."

　　 Peshki Village, when I heard this name, I couldn’t help but fought a cold war, although I heard Stalin sent troops here two days ago to protect Rokosovsky’s safety. But I haven't heard the following. At this moment, I don't know if the troops are still stationed in the village. Is Rokosovsky safe?

　　 I was thinking about it like this, while looking out from the windows on both sides, paying special attention to the forest on the roadside, I was afraid that a few Germans would suddenly come out to attack us.

　　 Unexpectedly, I found something unusual. There seemed to be something in the snow in the woods on the right. The ground level of snow in these places is obviously higher than that of other places, as if there are thousands of horses hidden. German! This thought suddenly popped into my mind, and I yelled: "Stop, stop now!"

　　 Hearing my cry, Grisa slammed on the brakes, stopped the car, and then looked back at me. Ramis also turned his head to look, and asked with a puzzled look: "Comrade Commander, what's the matter?"

　　 I pointed to the woods on the right and said, "Look at the woods over there, there seems to be someone in ambush!"

　　 Ramis lifted the submachine gun from under the seat, pushed the car door and jumped out. When I got into the car just now ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I saw that there was a submachine gun on the back seat. It should be the driver Grisa's. I quickly grabbed it and put it directly on the window, ready to find it in danger. , Shot immediately.

　　 Ramis bent over and approached the forest cautiously. When I entered the woods within a dozen meters, a shout came from the woods. Because it was too far apart, I didn't hear clearly what the other person was calling. But Ramis heard the shout and immediately stopped, straightened his body and stood on the spot, and carried the submachine gun he was holding on his body.

　　 Seeing his performance, I guessed that the man ambushing in the woods must be our army, so I placed the submachine gun in the seat, jumped down confidently, and walked over.

As I was walking into the woods, three people climbed up from the snow in the forest. They were all wearing white camouflage suits, carrying powerful turntable machine guns in their hands, and stepping on the product with one deep foot and one shallow foot. Snow came to us.

　　 I walked to Ramis and stopped, and stared blankly at the three soldiers approaching us.

They stopped in front of us, and one of the soldiers stepped forward and lifted the camouflage hat over his head, and asked loudly, "Who are you?" As soon as the hat was lifted, I saw his collar. It turned out to be a captain.

　　 "We are from the Eighth Guards Division," Ramis replied first: "This is the division commander Oshanina. Today I went to the hospital to pick up the division commander and leave the hospital to return to the army. Which part are you?"

　　 Captain walked up to me, stood up and saluted, and reported: "Report to Comrade Commander, we are from the 214th Airborne Brigade, and I am Captain Stalca, the 6th Battalion Commander. We are on a sabotage mission behind enemy lines."