Burning Moscow

　　 Bunyachenko’s order was quickly conveyed. Just as the soldiers of the militia battalion began to gather towards the intersection, a tank drove over from the north side of the settlement. After passing by our side, we drove a dozen meters forward and stopped steadily. The top cover of the turret opened with a bump, and Major Malafeyev leaned out of it, and then a red flag in his hand suddenly unfolded.

The militiamen and soldiers who originally gathered here were because they discovered that there were troops approaching, and they were planning to come and stop them. Who knew that they were actually their own troops, and then looked at the yellow edge inlaid with a sickle hammer and a hammer in the middle. The five-star military flag fluttered with the wind on the tank, so both the soldiers and the commanders cheered loudly.

　　 Maybe it was hearing the cheers from here and seeing the military flag that was fluttering in the wind. The troops approaching outside stopped at a place more than thirty meters away. Tanks and armored vehicles were parked on both sides, leaving a fully loaded truck parked in the middle. As soon as the car stopped, the soldiers in the car jumped out of the car one after another and lined up in line with the commander's command.

　　 When the troops on the opposite side lined up, two people with the appearance of commanders came towards us. Looking back at the faces that were flushed with excitement, I quickly found Bunyachenko and Bukov in the middle, so I smiled and said to them: "Chief of Staff, Captain, you see, it seems to be The commander on the opposite side is here, let's go and say hello to them."

　　 The two commanders of the opposing team came to us and stopped. They stopped at the same place, saluting and asking, "Are you comrades from the Khimki militia annihilation camp?"

When I heard the other person’s question, Bunyachenko and I didn’t speak, but showed Bukov’s body sideways. The captain saw that we were all looking at him, so he could only step forward and replied: “Yes, We are from the Khimki militia destroyer battalion, and I am battalion commander Captain Bukov. I don’t know which part of you belong to?"

The young officer on the left replied: "We are from the Garrison Command, I am Major Shemark, and this is the first-level instructor Aldonnell. We are ordered to assist you in retaking Khimki. But from the current situation, you I have successfully completed what the superior has given you." Although he was talking to Bukov, his eyes swept at me from time to time.

I saw that there was nothing wrong with me here. Just about to turn around and leave, the Aldonia instructor who was much shorter than him next to Major Shemak suddenly spoke up. He looked at me and asked a little hesitantly: "Comrade Commander, may I ask you who Is General Oshanina, the commander of the Eighth Guards Division?"

　　 "Yes!" I carefully looked at the political worker standing in front of me, thinking hard about where I had seen him. But after thinking for a long time, I didn't think of who he was, so I had to say with a little regret: "I'm sorry, comrade instructor, I don't think I have seen you before!"

　　 Hearing my affirmative answer, Major Schemak and Instructor Aldonne raised their palms to the brim of the helmet and saluted me a standard military salute. Aldonin replied: "Report to Comrade General. We have not met before. However, we saw a special bulletin from the highest base camp in the headquarters, saying that in recognition of your bravery and meaningless spirit in the battle, and With the tremendous results achieved, Comrade Stalin personally promoted you to the rank of major general."

　　I returned a gift to the two and asked with a smile, "Major Semark, Instructor Aldonnell, now that Khimki has been taken back, what is your next task?"

It was Semark who answered my question. He said loudly: "The order given to us by the Garrison Command is to guard Khimki at all costs and absolutely not allow the fascist bandits to occupy this place again." He paused, then continued. : "Here, you are the commander of the highest rank. Then we will all follow your command."

I waved my hand and said, "No, I have other tasks and I am leaving soon." Then I pointed to Bunyachenko next to him and said, "Comrade Major, I will introduce you to the 389th tank. The division’s chief of staff, Lieutenant Colonel Bunyachenko, after I leave, he will stay and help you defend Khimki. You all follow his command."

　　 The two hurriedly saluted Bunyachenko, expressing that they would obey his command.

　　 I don’t think there is anything wrong with me here, and it’s getting dark, so I talked to Bunyachenko and Bukov, and then greeted Yushchenko and them to go to the front army headquarters.

　　 was bumped on the road for more than half an hour, and when it arrived at the headquarters, it was already dark.

　　 The front army headquarters is located in an abandoned three-story hospital. The ensign officer on duty at the door checked our credentials and told me that the commander General Zhukov was working in a room on the second floor. I went up the steps and walked into the building. Yushchenko and the others wanted to follow, but they were politely stopped by the ensign and asked to take them to other places to rest.

　　 I walked up to the second floor and met a sergeant who was about to go downstairs with a document in his hand. Just when we passed by, I held him and asked, "Where is the commander's office?"

　　 He pointed back casually, and said impatiently: "At the end of the corridor." After that, he ran downstairs quickly.

　　 I walked along the long corridor, the doors on both sides were closed, and I couldn't find another person to ask for directions. As I walked, I saw a passage on the left side of the corridor. I hurriedly walked over. As soon as I turned a corner, I saw a table in the aisle. A sergeant without a hat was sitting there. My sudden appearance shocked him. When he recovered, he saw the military rank on my collar clearly, and quickly stood up and asked politely: "Comrade Commander, what do you want?"

　　 I smiled slightly, pointed to the door not far behind him and asked, "Is the office of Commander General Zhukov here?"

　　 He shook his head, raised his hand and pointed to the left, and said, "This is the communication room. The general's comrades office has to go straight forward. The room at the end of the corridor is." I thanked him and continued to walk forward.

　　 walked tens of meters again and saw another table. Although the person sitting behind the table was still not wearing a military cap, I had already seen the captain's rank on his collar clearly, and hurriedly accelerated my pace. The other party saw me walking over, stood up quickly, and asked in a low voice, "Is this Master Oshanina?"

　　 "Yes." I quickly agreed.

"Comrade General has been waiting for you," he turned around and pushed open the door, and then turned to me and made a please gesture: "He said that if you are here, you can go directly to him without telling you. Would you please? !"

　　 I walked into the room and saw that in the middle of the room, like the front-line headquarters, there were large wooden tables with maps, telephones and gas lights for lighting. Zhukov, who is not wearing a hat and a military coat, is making a call with me behind his back. He seems to be unaware of my arrival.

　　 I did not speak, closed the door gently, and stood straight before the wooden table a few steps forward. Looking at his familiar back, I couldn't help feeling surging with excitement.

　　 The voice of the call came clearly. I analyzed the tone of his speech, and it must be Stalin who was talking to him. Just listen to him: "...Due to Rokosowski's rapid counterattack, all the enemies occupying the Red Village had been driven out half an hour ago, and they also captured the long-range artillery that the Germans were about to launch toward Moscow. .... The German troops who rushed into the XXXX area were also driven out of the city and drove to the other side of the canal. Comrade Stalin, it's time. Please immediately issue an order to subordinate the 1st Assault Army and the 10th Army to the West The front army in order to carry out a counter assault against the enemy and completely drive the enemy back from the vicinity of Moscow."

　　 said here, he turned around and picked up the cup on the table to drink water. After taking a sip, he realized that the cup was empty. I looked around and saw the teapot resting on a small stove in the corner, and quickly went over to pick it up, and walked over to refill him with tea. He then realized my arrival, nodded at me with a smile, and continued to say to Stalin: "The enemy is exhausted now, but if the troops of the Front Army do not use the 1st Assault Army and the 10th Army, the enemy cannot be eliminated. Insert the wedge of our defense line." At this time, Stalin seemed to say something. He fell silent, took a sip from the cup, and said decisively: "If they are not destroyed now, then the enemy will Use the reserve team to strengthen the troops in the Moscow region. By that time, the situation will become more complicated! I think it’s time to counter the assault, Comrade Stalin!” After saying this, he held the microphone and listened seriously. After a while, he slowly put down the phone.

　　 He looked up at me with a smile on his face, and asked: "The residential area near Sun Mountain City was taken back a few hours ago. Why did you come here at this time?"

Although I knew him well, the basic etiquette still couldn’t be spared. I hurriedly reported to him: “Comrade Reporter Commander~www.wuxiaspot.com~ as soon as the settlement is regained, I rushed to it. But the road went out. If something happens, it will be delayed."

　　 "What's the matter?" He asked with concern. Before I could speak, the phone on his desk rang, and he picked up the phone casually: "I am Zhukov." I don't know who is calling this call. Anyway, the more he listens to it, his face becomes uglier, and he wrinkles from time to time. Look at me with brows. Finally, he said: "I will find out about this matter first, and you can call later."

　　 When I put down the phone, he looked at me and said solemnly: "The phone is from the city government, and they are suing you." I was shocked when I heard that, when did I offend the people of the city government? Without waiting for me to explain, he went on to say: “They received a report from Comrade Kasevsky, the People’s Commissar of the North District Soviet, saying that you have modified the district Soviet’s combat orders without authorization, which has caused a very bad influence. Let’s talk about it. What exactly is going on?"

　　 Oh, it turned out to be this matter. My hanging mental arithmetic fell to the ground, and I quickly explained the cause and effect of the matter to Zhukov. After I finished speaking, I thought with some anxiety that even if I was wrong in this matter, but the recapture of Khimki from the Germans would be regarded as equal to the merits, and he would not pursue it again.

　　He didn't dwell on details too much, but asked straightforwardly: "Who is defending Khimki now?"

Fortunately, I have ready answers to these questions, so I replied: "The troops defending Khimki, except for the militia battalion, the remnants of the 389th Tank Division, and the troops of the Garrison Command. The commander is Bunny, chief of staff of the 389th Tank Division. Lieutenant Colonel Yachenko, Major Semark of the Garrison Headquarters, First Class Instructor Aldonin, and Captain Bukov, the militia battalion commander."