Burning Moscow

　　 The jeep that was originally parked in the middle of the road has stopped at the edge of the forest. The slightly trembling body indicates that the engine has not stalled and can start at any time.

A few steps away from the jeep, Grisa pushed open the door of the co-driver's cab and poked his head out of it, and asked me anxiously: "Comrade Commander, when shall we return to the division? If you don't leave, It should be dark."

I pulled the door and got into the car, sat down in my seat, turned my head and said to Grisa, "We have other things, we won't go back to the division for now." Then I rushed and walked slowly on the snow. Ramis yelled: "Comrade Lieutenant, hurry up and get in the car. We will wait for Captain Starcea and them in the car."

　　 Ramis waved his hand and said, "No, I will wait for them outside." After speaking, he took a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it with a match, leaning against the hood and began to vomit.

　　 Before Ramis finished smoking, Captain Starcea had already walked out of the trench with the team. Seeing them coming, I quickly pushed the car door, jumped onto the snow, and asked the captain loudly, "Comrade Captain, how do we get to Peshki Village?"

　　 "Comrade Lieutenant Colonel," the captain replied, "We have no means of transportation, we can only walk there."

　　 I said "Oh", and then asked: "How far is it from here to the village?"

Hearing my question, the captain turned his head and whispered a few words to a soldier next to me, and then replied: "If you take the road, it will be about four kilometers. We can go through the forest, which can save you a lot. Half the distance."

After listening to his words, I took a look at the size of the squad. Although there were not many people, there were more than 20 people. Then I looked back at the car and thought that this car could not hold so many people, so I told the driver: "Grisha, I won't go back to the division for the time being, please drive the car back first."

"This...this..." Grisa said embarrassedly: "Comrade Commander, I'm ordered to take you back to the Division Headquarters safely. If you don't go back with me, I don't know what to do when I see the political commissar. He explained."

"Don't worry," I saw his uneasy look, and quickly comforted him: "You go back and tell the political commissar that I have more important things to do. When it's done, I will go back so that he doesn't have to worry." After a pause, he pointed to Ramis next to him and continued: "As for safety, there should be no danger with Lieutenant Ramis by his side to protect me. Just let the political commissar rest assured."

"But..." Grisa wanted to say something, but Ramis interrupted him, "But what? You still follow the commander's order and drive the car back to the division headquarters. I am responsible for the safety of the division chief. "When he said this, he seemed to wink at Grisa.

Seeing this little movement of Ramis, I just wanted to ask what happened. Captain Starcea standing next to him said: "Comrade Lieutenant Colonel, the collar on your coat is too conspicuous, or put this dress outside. Right." He passed a white camouflage suit over.

I looked down. No, I was still wearing the clothes I used to meet Stalin. Not only was the new clothes new, the red collar was also particularly dazzling. When I arrived on the battlefield, I would become a target of German snipers, so I took it in a hurry. After removing the clothes, he hurriedly put his hands on the outside of the coat.

While buttoning my clothes, Grisa said to me: "Comrade Commander, I'm going back to the division first. Please pay attention to your safety." After saluting me, he closed the door and started the jeep along the right side. The road headed in the direction of the division.

　　 When all the buttons were buttoned, the jeep had disappeared from my sight, and I suddenly remembered that the submachine gun was dropped in the car and forgotten to take it down. I couldn't help but utter an oops. Captain Starcia asked me curiously: "Comrade Lieutenant Colonel, what's the matter? Did something leave the car?"

　　 "Yes, yes!" I nodded desperately, and replied a little embarrassed: "I forgot my submachine gun in the car."

The captain laughed, took a submachine gun from the soldier next to him, handed it over, and said: "You use this one." Seeing that I took the gun, he also introduced specifically: "This is the wave of the latest equipment. The Pov submachine gun has a large ammunition capacity and a fast rate of fire. It is very suitable for close combat."

　　 I slung the gun on my shoulder without saying a word, and said to my heart: It's still up to you. I have been using the new product when it first came out. I know the performance of the weapon better than you. Of course these words are just thinking in my heart and it is impossible to say them. I waved my head at him and said, "Comrade Captain, it's getting late, let's go!"

　　 "Go!" With the captain's order, the team set off. I took a special look at the soldiers’ equipment and found that almost all of them were equipped with all Popov submachine guns. The two soldiers walking at the end of the team dragged a sled with a few long wooden boxes on it. I didn’t know. What new weapons are in it.

After crossing the forest road and entering the forest on the other side, the captain began to allocate manpower. Two soldiers were arranged to explore the road in front. A sergeant led five soldiers and followed the squad two hundred meters behind the squad for security missions. .

The 　　 squad was marching in the forest. No one spoke, only the creaking of boots on the snow.

　　 was walking, suddenly there was a intensive gunfire in front of him. Captain Starcea raised his right hand high to signal the troops to stop advancing, and then listened to where the sound was coming from.

　　 There was a rush of footsteps in front of me. I looked up and saw that there was a soldier searching for the road ahead. He ran to the front of the team out of breath, raised his hand to salute, and reported breathlessly: "Comrade Commander, there is a battle ahead."

　　 "I know there is a battle ahead," Before Captain Starcea could speak, Ramis rushed to ask: "But what I want to know is where the battle is going on?"

　　 "Maybe it's the direction of the village," the scout replied in an uncertain tone: "Another soldier has already gone to the place where the gun was shot. I am here to report the letter."

　　 Captain Starcea beckoned from behind, and the communicator with the walkie-talkie on his back immediately ran over. The captain took off the headset and microphone from the machine, and started shouting into it: "Parachute, parachute, I am a glider, I am a glider, please answer when you hear it."

　　 just finished speaking, the earphone immediately responded with a voice: "Glider, I am a parachute."

Captain 　　 glanced at me, and then asked the other person: "What happened in the village, why are the guns so intensive?"

　　 "The fascist bandits have entered the village."

　　 "What?" Hearing this~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I grabbed the captain's microphone and asked loudly, "Where are the troops in the village? Where are our tanks?"

Hearing my voice, the other party was stunned for a while, and then replied hesitantly: "Just now I saw a large army and a dozen tanks leave from the east of the village. According to the report of our soldiers, only the position on the north side of the village was left. For a squad, the fascist bandits probably broke through the line of defense before they attacked the village."

　　 "Why didn't you report it in time?" I immediately thought of my dream. I was worried that Rokosovsky would really be in danger, so my tone of voice was extraordinarily rude.

　　 Facing my question, the other party was silent.

Captain 　　 took the microphone from my hand and said to his subordinates: "You immediately organize your troops for defense, and you must block the enemy's infantry. I will immediately lead people to support you. Understand?"

　　 "Understood!" The other party agreed very readily.

　　 Hung up the headset and microphone, the captain shouted to the team: "We are going to block the enemy's tank, hurry up and take out the contents of the box."

　　 The soldier pulling the sled threw the rope in his hand, stepped forward and lifted the lid of the wooden box, and took out a long cylindrical stuff from the inside. I just glanced at it and knew what it was, and Ramis was particularly curious and asked, "What is this, a mortar is not like a mortar, and a chimney is not like a chimney..."

"This is a new type of weapon aided by the American allies. It is specially used to fight tanks. It is called a bazooka!" The captain briefly explained to Ramis, and then began to give orders: "Everyone listens to my orders: Target, Peshki Village, run forward!"