Burning Moscow

The fire from the buildings on both sides of the road illuminates the street. The team ran forward behind the tank, and our three commanders were in the middle of the team.

After running along the street for a while, I was surprised to find that the formation of the fighters in front of me or behind me was always square and neat at all. They always followed neatly, and the pace was almost uniform. Actually concealed the roar of the tank motor.

　　 Although I haven't trained troops, I know what it means. On the battlefield, only well-trained troops of the Ministry of Internal Affairs can reach such a level. If they are replaced with other combat troops, it is estimated that they will have run wild long ago.

　　 Soon the troops ran to a crossroad. There was a burning tank in the middle of the road. From the appearance, it was our army's T-34 tank. Several corpses in black tank uniforms were placed around the car. It is estimated that they were killed by German gunmen when they escaped from the destroyed tank.

　　 The tank leading the way slowed down, carefully trying to go around the left side of the burning tank. Although the tank slowed down, the running fighters did not slow down their steps. They circled on the right side and ran side by side with the tank. I was a few steps away from the burning tank, and I felt a heat wave on my face. I smiled bitterly. I could feel the heat from such a distance. If there were people in the tank, it would be a bad luck.

　　 Just when I was hesitant to go around from the left or right of the tank, I suddenly heard a sound like tearing linen from a distance. Before I could figure out what this familiar voice was, the soldier running in front of the team had already screamed and fell down. At the same time, someone next to me pushed me violently. I was caught off guard without any mental preparation. I staggered forward for several steps, then slipped and fell heavily in the middle of the two tanks. In the gap. The moment I fell to the ground, I heard a series of exclamation sounds next to me: "Lie down, fall down quickly! Fall down, fall down quickly!..."

　　 I was lying on the ground and hearing the yelling of the soldiers and the bursting of gunfire, I remembered the sound of tearing the linen cloth just now, which was made by the German MG43 general-purpose machine gun. When I looked up, I found that the T-34 tank was making a turn, and seeing the track that was getting closer and closer to me, scared me to get up quickly, stepped back a few steps, and squatted to the tail of the scrap tank. This position is a safe zone for me. Although I can feel the high temperature from time to time above my head, it is at least better than being crushed by my own tank or killed by German bullets.

I cautiously poked my head out and saw that the soldiers had already found a place to hide. Some, like me, bent over to hide behind the tank; some squatted and hid behind the wall of the roadside building, and some even just Lie directly on the ground, raise the muzzle and shoot at the enemy. As for the dozen or so soldiers who fell to the ground just now, except for two or three who were tumbling and groaning on the ground, the rest were lying motionless, and they were probably sacrificed.

　　 I looked around, trying to see where Major Durov and Captain Yushchenko were. At this moment, an object dragging white smoke flew over and plunged directly into the crowd. After the violent explosion sounded, several fighters flew into the air, screaming and screaming, following the rising flames.

I cautiously probed out to observe. A few tens of meters away is a small church with two golden domes. Under the dome on the left is the bell tower. The exploding object flew from there. At this time, the German machine gun Still shooting at us desperately.

　　 The tank that just turned has completed its turn, and it fired a shot at the target. Maybe it was because the shooting was too hasty. The gunner didn't aim well, and the shell hit the dome on the right. After the rubble splashed, the enemy's machine gun kept leaning against us with deadly bullets.

　　Major Durov bent down and ran over~www.wuxiaspot.com~ squatted down beside me, and said loudly, "Comrade Commander, this place is too dangerous, please go back to the command car!"

　　 Although I just saw a few soldiers bombed into the sky, I regretted it in my heart. I shouldn't have rushed to the city to be a hero before the battle was over. I wanted to find a chance and slipped to safety to wait for the end of the battle, but when I heard Durov say this, I felt that leaving at this moment would damage my image in the minds of the soldiers, so I could only bite the bullet and said:" No, I will stay here and watch you destroy the enemy."

　　 "Comrade commander!..." Durov was about to persuade me again, but the sound of the shooting of a nearby tank interrupted the words behind him. The cannon was shot accurately, directly hitting the pillar of the clock tower, and the dust and smoke suddenly surrounded the small space. After the explosion, the enemy's machine gun went dumb.

　　 "Comrades! Charge with me!" Captain Yushchenko, who didn't know where he was hiding just now, raised his pistol, stood in the middle of the road and shouted, and then rushed towards the church. The soldiers rushed out from a hidden place, holding their weapons and shouting and charging forward with their commander. After two rounds of firing, the tank also slowly moved forward, following the soldiers behind.

　　 When the charging troops were still twenty or thirty meters away from the church, the firepower spot on the bell tower was resurrected. The soldiers fell on their backs without even saying a word.

　　 Elite is elite, and the combat effectiveness of the Ministry of Internal Affairs is stronger than that of other troops. This can be seen from the reaction of the soldiers. As soon as the gunfire of the German army rang out, except for the few soldiers who fell, the rest quickly dispersed, looking for a place to hide, and fired back.