Burning Moscow

　　 When I clarified my identity to Rokosovsky, we were not far apart, with only seven or eight meters in between. Hearing that it was me, the commander broke free from the soldier supporting him and limped towards me. At the same time, he asked excitedly: "Lida, is that you?"

　　 "Yes, it's me. Comrade Commander!"

　　 As soon as the voice fell, he had already rushed to my side, grabbed my shoulders with both hands and shook it vigorously and said, "It's great, great, it's great to see you alive!"

　　 I resisted the pain from the wound on my shoulder, tried my best to squeeze a smile on my face, and said jokingly: "I'm alive, of course I'm alive. My life is too big. A German bullet can't kill me."

　　 He released his hands, took a step back, looked me up and down, and suddenly called out "Lida, are you injured?"

　　Injured? ! Hearing what he said abruptly, I couldn't help being taken aback, injured? But I don’t feel any discomfort? I moved my body, except for the soreness and swelling of the wound on my left shoulder, there was no pain in the other parts. So I asked inexplicably, "Injured?! I was not injured! Comrade Commander, why did you suddenly ask like this?"

　　 He pointed to my right body and said, "I said there was no injury. Look, your clothes are full of blood."

　　 I hurriedly looked down, and under the light of the torch, I saw a brown mark on the right side of the white camouflage suit. I sniffed it close and there was a strong smell of blood. After thinking for a while, I immediately guessed that nine out of ten of the bazookas used just now had blood splashed on by the sacrificial soldiers, and quickly explained: "This is not my blood, it's someone else's blood that splashed on me."

　　 Rokosovsky stretched out a hand and put it on my left shoulder, and asked with concern: "Is this shoulder injured last time?"

　　 "Yes, it was here that I got a bayonet from a German guy." I gently rubbed the painful wound with my hand, and replied, "But the injury has healed, please don't worry, the commander."

　　 "It’s fine if it’s okay."

　　 "Commander, what shall we do now?" Malinen walked over and interjected and asked, then fixed his eyes on Rokosovsky, waiting for him to decide.

　　 "Lida, where do you say we should go now?" Rokosovsky did not answer the Chief of Staff's question, but lowered his head to ask me standing in front of him.

　　 I looked at the surrounding environment and felt that I could not stay in this place of right and wrong for long. Maybe the Germans would come again. At that time, I don’t know if we can block their new attack or leave early. So I said cautiously: "Our army has too few troops in the village. If the German army comes to attack, I am afraid they will not be able to stop them...."

"I understand what you mean." Before I could finish, Rokosovsky interrupted me and asked in an inquiring tone: "Then where should we move to? Where is it safer than this village? ?"

　　 "Report to Comrade Commander," Ramis said this time. "The division of the Eighth Guards Division is three or four kilometers north of the village. The 1077 regiment is stationed there. You will be safe there."

I was worried about where I should arrange the headquarters personnel. When Ramis said that, he hurriedly went down the donkey and said: "Yes, Comrade Commander, this is not a place to stay for a long time, or come to my teacher. Go ahead.” After I said this, I felt that the reason for persuasion was not sufficient, so I quickly added: “There are not many troops of our army in this village. If the Germans attack again, the safety of you and the headquarters will not be guaranteed. If something happens to you, the entire group army will have no leader, and the command system will be paralyzed. Units that lose their unified command may be wiped out by the enemy. But when you go to our division, the situation will be different, except that there are thousands of people who can directly command. , You can also set up the headquarters in the defense zone of our division. In this way, you can ensure the safety of you and the headquarters, and you can also flexibly command the troops under the jurisdiction of the group army."

　　 "Yes, Comrade Commander!" Ma Lining promptly supported my statement: "Lida is right. Let's follow her to the Eighth Guards Division, right?"

Rokosovsky frowned and considered for a while before he nodded reluctantly and told Malinen: "Well, comrade chief of staff, you go and gather the rest of the headquarters. Let's go to Guard Eighth together. division."

　　 "Yes!" Ma Lining agreed loudly, turned and ran to gather the staff.

　　 As soon as Malinin ran away, I hurriedly called Ramis to come and help, and assisted Rokosowski with him to the parking place. Although I didn't give any orders, the troops who participated in the search just now automatically formed four columns, keeping a neat queue and following us.

　　 Because of Rokosovsky’s ankle injury, he walked very slowly. When we got to the parking lot of the convoy, Malinen and the staff of the headquarters were already waiting there.

　　I helped Rokosovsky to the front of the jeep and said, "Comrade Commander, please get in the car. Let's go to the division together..."

Before he could speak, Ma Lining interrupted me anxiously, pointing to a black car not far away and saying to me: "Lida, this car can still drive, let Comrade Commander get in our car! "

Rokosovsky looked at the two cars, then pointed his finger and said: "I'll take Lida's car." Then he told Malinin: "Comrade Chief of Staff, you and the comrades from the headquarters go there. Cars."

　　 When I helped Rokosovsky into the car, the surrounding guards extinguished their torches, and under the command of the troop commander, they got on the truck in an orderly manner.

　　 I stood by the car and did not get in the car~www.wuxiaspot.com~ quietly watching my subordinates board the car. At this time, Captain Starcea and several soldiers came over. He stood in front of me and saluted, and then said: "Comrade Lieutenant Colonel, the search and rescue mission is over. Please allow me to lead my troops to perform other missions. "

　　 "I see, go." I replied lightly.

　　 He saluted again and turned around to leave. I suddenly felt that my attitude towards him seemed too cold. After all, others helped me a lot today. Without the anti-tank weapons equipped by his troops, even if the reinforcements of my division arrived in time, they lacked enough anti-tank firepower. Under circumstances, the outcome of the battle is difficult to say. That is to say, without the help of the captain, it is estimated that Rokosovsky and the personnel of the headquarters would be ill-advised. So he hurriedly stopped him: "Comrade Captain, please wait a moment."

　　 He stopped, turned around, and looked at me with doubts. I stepped forward and grabbed his hand, shook it vigorously, and said gratefully: "Thank you very much for what happened today. Without you and your subordinates for help, it is estimated that the comrades in the headquarters would have encountered accidents."

　　 "Serve the motherland of the Soviet Union!" To my thanks, the captain responded with a formula.

　　 "Go, I hope I can see you again in the future." After I finished speaking, I let go of his hand and raised his hand to salute him.

Captain 　　 took a step back, saluted me again, and led a dozen soldiers away.

I sat in the back of the car and sat side by side with Rokosovsky. I asked about the injury on his foot first. Then I raised my head and said to Grisa who was driving, "Go! We need to get back as soon as possible." Go to the division."