Burning Moscow

　　The soldiers charged with bayonet rifles in their hands. Except for a few people who ran for a while and stopped to fire a shot, the rest of them rushed forward. The soldiers in front fell, but the soldiers behind still rushed forward stupidly regardless, because there was no fire cover, they all fell under the muzzle under the intensive firepower of the enemy without exception.

More than one hundred soldiers fell on the open space in front of the settlement, some of them were seriously injured, struggling hard in the pile of corpses. Although they were separated by tens of meters, their screams were still clearly transmitted to me. In my ears, my heart is like a knife.

　　 I don’t know which idiot is in command. Now, without any fire cover, let the troops launch an offensive. Doesn’t this allow the soldiers to die in vain? If it wasn't for Yushchenko who was next to him to react quickly and grab me in time, I guess I would have waved my pistol and rushed out. He hurriedly said in my ear: "Comrade Commander, please calm down!" After a pause, he went on to say: "Depending on the situation, the starting point of the offensive troops should be in the forest on the right. We should be able to go there. Find their commander."

　　 Yushchenko’s words calmed me down, yes, no one can do anything on the battlefield. Even if I rush out, I just die. Nothing can be changed. I took two deep breaths, and said in a deep voice to Yushchenko, "Let’s go, let’s go over there and see, who is in charge of the troops?" Then I took the lead and walked quickly towards the place where there might be our troops. .

　　 didn't go far, suddenly someone in front of him shouted: "Stop!" With the shout, two people jumped out from behind the tree. Almost at the same time when these two men jumped out, Yushchenko and Grisa behind them had stepped forward to block me and aimed their guns at each other.

I saw two soldiers in caps and casual clothes with guns aiming at us. The rifles with bayonets in their hands were also the standard of our army. They quickly stopped Yushchenko and Grisa: "Don’t shoot, it’s your own. !" After speaking, I separated the two and walked forward and asked loudly, "Which part are you?"

　　 "We are from the Khimki militia destroyer battalion. Which part are you from, Comrade Commander?" One of the soldiers answered my question, while his gun was still aimed at us.

"We are from the Eighth Guards Division." Yushchenko took a few steps forward, stood by my side, and answered the opponent loudly: "This is our division commander-General Oshanina. Comrade soldier, we To see your commander right away, you take us right away!"

　　 Yushchenko came out of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and he spoke with a commanding aura, completely shocking the opponent's fighters. The two soldiers slung their guns on their shoulders, and after saluting me, they led us in front.

　　 walked in the forest for a few more minutes, and saw dense crowds in the forest in front of me. I guessed that this was probably the staging area of ​​the annihilation camp, and I couldn’t help speeding up. As soon as I approached the edge of the crowd, I heard someone in the crowd speak loudly: "...Comrades, although the first company’s offensive failed, we cannot easily give up. As long as there is one person alive, the offensive cannot be stopped. Now I declare , The soldiers of the second company are ready for battle, and are now ready to start the second round of offensive..."

　　 "Wait a minute! Don't make unnecessary sacrifices!" I didn't want to see these soldiers go to death in vain, so I hurriedly stopped, and at the same time pushed away the soldiers in front of me and walked in.

"Who said this?" The speaker inside heard what I said, looking extremely angry, and asked loudly: "What is meaningless sacrifice, in order to defend the motherland, each of us will not hesitate to dedicate ourselves. s life."

　　 At the time when the other party spoke, I had already squeezed into the crowd and walked to his side. When I looked up, I couldn't help but be stunned. I actually knew the commander of the militia. The other party was stunned when he saw me.

　　 "Captain Bukov!" "Lieutenant Colonel Oshanina!" We both yelled almost at the same time, and the next moment, our hands were tightly clasped together.

　　 I said with emotion: "I didn't expect to see you here, Comrade Captain!"

　　 He also said excitedly: "Yes, comrade lieutenant colonel. Last time we met in the subway, I didn't expect that after a few days, we could meet here again."

　　 "Comrade Lieutenant!" Yushchenko said coldly next to him: "Commander Oshanina is now a major general, which was granted by Comrade Stalin himself."

　　 "The military rank granted by Comrade Stalin himself?!" An air-conditioned voice came from the side, and it seemed that his words shocked the surrounding commanders and fighters.

Bukov let go of my hand~www.wuxiaspot.com~, took a step back, stood at attention and saluted the report: "Report to Comrade General, Captain Bukov, commander of the Khimki militia destroyer battalion, is being ordered to capture Khimki. The fascist forces launched an offensive and are waiting for your instructions!"

　　 I took a step forward, pulled his hand from his forehead, and said, "They are all old acquaintances, don't be so polite. You can briefly introduce the situation to me, and then we will study how to attack."

"Yes!" He promised and began to introduce me to the Khimki settlement: "According to the information we have obtained, it is the reconnaissance battalion belonging to the German 258th Infantry Division that has occupied Khimki with close to two hundred people. At the same time, there are three armored vehicles. In addition to a large number of submachine guns, they are also equipped with mortars and heavy machine guns...."

　　 I interrupted him and asked with concern: "What about the strength and equipment of our army?"

He smiled bitterly and replied: "There are five companies and six hundred people in the annihilation battalion. As for the equipment," he said, pointing to the left and right, and said to himself: "The soldiers are equipped with rifles and don't have any heavy weapons. After all, we are a militia, not a regular army!"

　　 After listening to his introduction, the idiom "strike a stone with an egg" came to my mind. Using this kind of force and equipment to attack the well-equipped German army is simply death. I smiled bitterly, and asked with a fluke: "Are there any troops from our army nearby?"

"Yes!" Bukov's answer surprised me: "There is a tank division of our army. It is said that he was withdrawn from Klin. The day before yesterday he fought in Greentown, a dozen kilometers north of Khimki. After a battle, the loss was great, and I am currently taking a rest in the forest two kilometers east of our camp."