Burning Moscow

Leviakin looked around and saw that except for Captain Lomov who was standing at the door, the rest of the room were relatively familiar commanders. He approached my ear and whispered: "Comrade Commander, I have not been The captain who stopped talking was named Yushchenko, who was sent to our division by the Ministry of Internal Affairs."

　　 It turned out to be from the Ministry of Internal Affairs, no wonder it was so arrogant. But when I heard the term Ministry of Internal Affairs, I couldn't help but stir up a cold war. The scene where Bezikov and I were escaping from the dead, and the second lieutenant who wanted to shoot all passers-by in the subway came to mind. It seems that my idea of ​​letting him be a famous sergeant after the battle is a bit too kind, and I should directly send him to the most dangerous front-line unit to charge the battle. Of course, if he can sacrifice honorably, this should be a happy ending that everyone loves to see.

Although I was terribly scared of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and itchy with hatred, but the full of grievances can only be sent in my belly. On the surface, I have to pretend to be okay, and said lightly: "Oh, it was from the Ministry of Internal Affairs what."

Seeing my expression as usual, Leviakin didn't say anything. He greeted everyone to sit down and ordered Captain Lomov who was still standing at the door: "Hey, I said, Captain, you, as the master of the command post, shouldn’t you? Please have tea for the commanders sitting here?"

　　 Lomov, with a smile on his face, replied, "Comrade General, I am ready. Can you serve it?"

　　 "Yes, bring it up!" As soon as Leviakin finished speaking, Lomov opened the curtain and yelled a few words from outside. Without much effort, several soldiers walked in filed with the teapot and the crystal cup with the cup holder on the tray.

Sitting in the warm command post, drinking steaming black tea with a group of commanders, and eating exquisite cakes, I couldn’t help but sigh in my heart: “People are different from people. The same is a soldier. Ordinary soldiers live in the ice and snow. The cold wind in the forest almost turns into frozen meat; while the commander sits in the house and eats and drinks. If the war is not about to start, someone may suggest to drink two cups. It turns out that in the Soviet army, it was at all There is no such thing as equality between officers and soldiers."

　　 My original plan was to wait until 10:30 before setting off to the front to command troops to launch an offensive. But I stayed in this room. Although I didn’t feel cold while eating and drinking, I felt restless. So just after nine o’clock, I greeted the Kistyakov, Mladyntsev and Lieutenant Colonel who were going to fight. Slavkin political commissar set off together.

　　A few kilometers of the road, although it has been covered by snow, the driver Grisa’s superb skills, coupled with the excellent off-road performance of the jeep, only took ten minutes, we rushed to the starting point of the troop.

　　 Knowing our arrival, General Katukov crawled out of his tank and came over to greet us specially. When shaking hands with me, he said with some worry: "Comrade Teacher, the situation is a bit bad now!"

　　 Hearing what he said, I was shocked, and hurriedly asked: "What's the matter? Comrade General! Has the enemy's military deployment changed again?"

"It's not that there has been any change in the enemy's situation," Katukov quickly denied. He pointed to the woods next to him and said: "The weather is too cold. Although our soldiers have thick winter clothes, they are cold enough. If let They stay here for another two hours, and it is estimated that there will be a lot of frostbite, leading to unnecessary attrition in combat."

I followed the direction of his fingers. Almost all the soldiers gathered there wrapped their coats tightly and stomped their feet on the spot with their weapons to maintain their body temperature~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Seeing this scene, I found myself again He was a crappy commander who allowed thousands of soldiers to endure a few hours of severe cold in the icy and snowy forest. And from the current situation, Katukov made a very reasonable point. If it freezes like this, when the battle begins, I don't know how many soldiers have been frozen.

　　 I looked around and saw Kistyakov, Lieutenant Colonel Mladyntsev, and Slavkin’s political commissar standing behind me. I took a deep breath, made up my mind, and decided to attack in advance. I said decisively to everyone: "Comrades, the situation has changed. Because the cold weather is not conducive to the continued lurking of our army, I plan to launch an attack on Sun Mountain City in advance. Do you have any objections?"

　　 The four people answered me in unison: "No!"

　　 "That's good!" I saw that everyone agreed and gave an order to Katukov: "Comrade General, please go and start the tank first. Ten minutes later, the assault will officially start."

　　 "Yes!" Katukov saluted and turned and left.

"Colonel Chistyakov," watching Katukov get into the tank, I gave another order to Chistyakov: "You quickly rush to the regiment, summon your battalion commander, and let everyone Be prepared for the offense."

　　 Kistyakov said excitedly, and ran away after saluting.

I looked back at Lieutenant Colonel Mladyntsev and Political Commissar Slavkin behind me, turned to face them and said, "Comrades, your regiment will be the last to attack. Now, you accompany me to find correspondence. Where is the car, we may have to stay there for a while."

"Yes!"