Burning Moscow

Almost ten minutes later, I received a call from Colonel Kistyakov again. He told me that Multnovo had been retaken and the defense had been handed over to the 354th Infantry Division. The troops are currently being assembled and are preparing to return to Sunhill. .

　　 Just put down the phone, and Lieutenant Yushchenko, who was responsible for protecting me to the front army headquarters, entered the headquarters to inform me that the driver Grisa had already drove the car to the door and could leave at any time. I once again explained the defense situation of the troops to Leviakin and Yegorov, before leaving the headquarters with Yushchenko with confidence.

　　 The jeep stopped at the door of the headquarters. Two soldiers in military coats stood upright in front of the car. They saw me walking by and immediately raised their hands in salute. I raised my hand in return and walked straight to the front of the car and opened the front door. Before stepping into the car, I turned my head and said to Yushchenko who was following: "Comrade Captain, you and your subordinates are sitting behind you. "After that, I got into the car and sat in the seat of the co-pilot, and greeted Grisa who had been in the car.

　　 After seeing Yushchenko and the two soldiers sitting in the back row, I asked Grisa in an uncertain tone: "Do you know how to get to the front army headquarters?"

　　 "Yes, comrade commander! I know where the front army headquarters is."

　　 "Well, let's go!"

　　 As soon as I finished speaking, Grisa stepped on the gas and the jeep rushed forward.

　　 The car drove along a temporary trail in the forest. From time to time, I looked at the sky through the window of the car, praying in my heart that I would not encounter German planes on the road.

　　 The car drove forward for five or six minutes. From a distance, I saw a small group of troops approaching along the road. When I saw the sudden emergence of the troops, my heart beat faster, and I quickly asked Grisa to park the car on the side of the road. Seeing the car stopped suddenly, the three of Yushchenko sitting in the back row immediately pushed the door and jumped out, fell on the spot and pointed their guns forward.

The troops are getting closer and closer, and the faces of the people are clearly identifiable. I have stayed in the car without moving. I can see that the opponent is wearing our army uniform, so I pushed the car door and rushed to Yushchenko, who was lying on the snow. Said: "Comrade Captain, it is our own army, you go to ask, which part of them are they?"

　　 "Yes," Yushchenko agreed, got up from the ground, slung the submachine gun on his shoulder, and ran towards the opponent in strides.

　　 The team on the opposite side saw Yushchenko running towards them, and invariably stopped. An officer walked out of the team and greeted him. After the two got together, they saluted each other and started talking.

　　 The two chatted for a while, and they walked towards me together. In this case, I naturally couldn't stay in the car anymore, jumped out of the car quickly, finished my clothes, and stood there waiting for them to come.

The officer walked up to me and stood up and saluted, and said loudly: "Comrade Commander, Captain Lomov, commander of the third battalion of the 1077 Regiment of the Eighth Guards Division, reported to you that the troops have completed the task of capturing settlements and are currently On the way back to Sun Mountain City. I am waiting for your instructions!"

　　 I didn't respond, but raised my hand and patted the captain who was one head higher than me on the shoulder, and asked with concern: "How about the casualties of the troops in the battle against the residential area?"

　　 "Report to comrade commander," Lomov replied loudly: "In the battle to seize the settlement, only three soldiers in our battalion died and a dozen soldiers were wounded. They wiped out and captured more than 80 enemies."

　　 "Good job!" After I complimented him, I immediately told him: "You should continue to lead the troops on the road, and you must return to the city as soon as possible. There may be fierce fighting immediately. You must be psychologically prepared."

　　 "Yes!" Lomov agreed, and then asked tentatively, "Can I leave?"

　　 "Go!"

　　 He saluted me again and then turned and ran away~www.wuxiaspot.com~ to gather troops in front. I also turned around and said to Yushchenko: "Comrade Captain, get in the car, it's getting late, we have to get to the headquarters as soon as possible."

　　 The car drove forward for another ten minutes, and fierce gunfire and grenade explosions came from the woods on the left. I was shocked, how come there are gunshots here? He quickly called Grisa to stop again, and turned to ask Yushchenko: "Comrade Captain, what is this place? What's the matter with this gunshot?"

Before Yushchenko could speak, Grisa, the driver next to me, answered me first: "Comrade Commander, this is Khimki, also known as Chemical City. There is a settlement nearby. It may be our troops and the infiltrated. The enemy caught fire."

　　 "Get off and have a look."

　　 The five of us entered the forest, stumbled forward and ran for a few minutes, and came to the edge of the forest. The view is suddenly clear, and there is a residential area in the front left, most of which are two-story buildings. Because they have not received the baptism of war, the overall preservation is still intact. I saw two or three armored vehicles parked in front of the buildings on the edge of the residential area from a distance. The clear crosses on the vehicles made me understand that this was a German armored vehicle.

　　 In the forest on the right, a group of soldiers carrying weapons rushed out. Judging from their clothes, they should be militia troops. They were shouting and rushing towards the residential area.

　　 The machine guns on the German armored vehicles were shooting desperately, and the windows of the residents upstairs were leaning toward the assault team to die. The soldiers on the charge were more than 50 meters away from the residential area, as if they had hit a transparent wall and fell to the ground one after another.