Burning Moscow

　　 The Germans advanced to a place seven or eighty meters away from the side of the road, and then stopped. They hid behind the uneven ice pile and fired at us. Although they are small in number, they look like veterans who have fought in Europe for several years. They have rich experience in marksmanship and quasi-combat. They don't shoot blindly, and hide behind the ice pile after one or two shots.

　　 On the other hand, our army has a large number of people, but it is a rabble of improvised pieces. There is no way to fight a war. Especially those drivers, put a rifle on the ice pile on the side of the road, no matter whether they are aiming at the target or not, they will crackle. What's even more annoying is that they don't know how to conceal. Not only do they expose most of their bodies when shooting, but they don't even know concealment when changing their magazines, so they squatted there and let the Germans target them.

　　 After fighting like this for a long time, the German soldiers were knocked down by seven or eight, and the casualties on our side exceeded at least forty people. Fortunately, the German army's weapons are mainly rifles, equipped with four or five submachine guns. Parked in the distance was a half-track armored vehicle. Except for the machine gun, it was not equipped with artillery. Otherwise, the Germans would be able to destroy our regiment with the gunfire of the Germans and the charge of the infantry.

　　 In the blocking, I finished a magazine. Except for the first three bullets that knocked down a German soldier, I didn’t even hurt the German soldier’s hair. I leaned to my side, leaning against the pile of ice, and took out the magazine from my coat pocket, changing and calling the lieutenant next to me: "Comrade lieutenant, you can't fight like this anymore. Otherwise, even if our people go to light up, This German soldier can't be eliminated either."

Lieutenant 　　 crawled to my side and asked loudly, "Comrade Major, what should we do?"

　　 I changed my magazine, turned over and looked through the gap in the ice pile, and saw that there were about ten German soldiers shooting. I didn't care to answer the lieutenant's words, first put the gun back on the ice pile, and prepared to shoot two shots first, but was discovered by the German army on the opposite side, and two people immediately opened fire at me. I instinctively shrank down and hid myself behind the ice pile. The bullets hit the hard ice pile, and the cold crushed ice splashed everywhere.

　　 I quickly rolled to the left, put the gun on another ice pile, and fired two shots in the direction where the bullet had just come. This time, by luck, he hit a target. The German soldier threw the rifle in his hand, and the corpse lay head down on the ice pile.

After hiding my body in the ice pile again, I told the lieutenant not far away: "Comrade Lieutenant, you go and organize the soldiers with submachine guns and let them suppress firepower here; then send two more teams, from the left and right of the Germans. Detour, we must eliminate them all."

　　 "Major, no. The German armored car threatened too much. The machine gun on it suppressed us, and anyone who stood up straight would be knocked down."

　　 Listening to the lieutenant's words, I realized that I had considered the problem too simple. If the armored vehicle's fire was not destroyed, the warriors with rounded wings might be killed by the machine guns above. I don't know if the soldiers who go to the anti-aircraft machine gun positions to deliver orders have arrived? Without anti-aircraft machine guns, we really have nothing to do with the German armored vehicles.

When I was very anxious, I couldn’t help but look back at the anti-aircraft machine gun position, but I did not expect to see a group of soldiers bending over, or pulling or pushing a quadruple anti-aircraft machine gun, coming towards us. . Seeing this, I couldn't help crying out in my heart: Hell, you just fired behind the snow wall, what do you do with the machine gun?

The anti-aircraft machine gun was quickly pushed into the middle of the two trucks. A soldier sat in the seat of the aimer, shook the handle quickly, shook the high muzzle to a level, and fired violently. .

　　 In the crisp sound of gunfire, the machine gun shooter on the first armored vehicle was beaten to blood, and disappeared directly from my sight in the **** fog. Then the anti-aircraft machine gun pointed its muzzle at the second armored vehicle and continued to shoot. This time after the machine gun shooter was killed, the armored vehicle's ammunition was hit. After a violent explosion, the vehicle began to burn.

　　 The German soldiers who fired at us saw that their armored car was destroyed by us, and they couldn't help feeling a little panicked. When two more soldiers were shot and fell down, the remaining people did not dare to stay, alternately covering and attempting to escape. To be honest, when the armored vehicles were still there, they wanted to run, and we still took them. Now the armored vehicle that threatens us the most has been killed. If they want to run, they have to ask us whether we can agree.

　　 I stood up with a gun, and said to the lieutenant who was still lying behind the ice pile: "Lieutenant, take your people to rush up, don't let any of them run away!"

"Yes!" The lieutenant agreed, jumped up from the ground, and shouted loudly: "Comrades, come with me!" Then, he took the lead in rushing out with the submachine gun, the soldiers lying on the ground, no matter they were. The road guard team was still the driver or escort. Seeing a commander rushed out first, he also rushed up shouting.

　　 I saw that the overall situation was determined, so instead of following the charge, I slung the gun over my shoulder and walked towards the anti-aircraft machine gun. I want to express my gratitude to their commanders, because without their help, let alone how long we will fight against this enemy, it is hard to say who wins and who loses in the end.

　　 Just a few steps, I saw a second lieutenant leading the two fighters towards me. The three of them walked up to me, saluted me neatly, and said in unison: "Hello, Comrade Major!"

　　 I paid the gift, and then the second lieutenant shook his hand and said gratefully: "Comrade second lieutenant, thank you! If it weren't for your help, we would really have nothing to do with this enemy."

Lieutenant 　　 looked at me with a smile: "Major Oshanina, don't you remember me?"

　　 The officer in front of him looked familiar, but couldn't remember where he had seen it. This may be the sadness of my face blind patient. Out of courtesy, I asked cautiously: "You look familiar, but don't know where we have met before?"

　　 Lieutenant sighed and said, "Comrade Major, don't you really remember me? I'm Savchenko!"

　　 "Savchenko?!" I really didn't have any impression of the name, so I shook my head and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, Comrade Lieutenant, I really can't remember where I saw you."

　　 Seeing that I still didn't think of who he was, the ensign was a little unwilling, and continued to remind me: "Think about it again, in October last year, we fought together in the unknown highlands of Pulkovo."

　　 As soon as I heard the names of Pulkovo and Unknown Highland, I immediately connected the ensign in front of me with the frivolous whistling ensign in the anti-aircraft machine gun company I commanded at the time. Meeting another acquaintance here makes me very happy. I grabbed the ensign's hand and shook it vigorously~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and said, "I didn't expect it to be you, Comrade Ensign. We met again."

　　 "Yes, yeah, comrade major." He was also very happy to see me, an old superior. "Look, I am a second lieutenant now, and you are already a major!"

　　 While we were talking, the battle to destroy the maimed enemy came to an end. After all, we have sixty or seventy fully armed soldiers. If even a few Germans can't deal with the defeated soldiers, then these people should go back and become ordinary people. It is for this reason that I can rest assured and boldly recount the past with the second lieutenant.

Not much effort, the lieutenant came and reported to me: "Report to Comrade Major that all the Germans who came in the crime have been wiped out. Two armored vehicles were destroyed, 19 German soldiers were killed, and 5 were captured alive. Please tell me how to deal with the prisoners. !"

I was about to speak when I heard a rush of footsteps, and then I heard Naya's voice: "Comrade Major, I am back!" I followed the prestige, and Naya was running towards me with a rifle and a group of soldiers. , The commander next to her was Lieutenant Baku, the second company commander.

　　 Then, I heard the horns of cars again, and two trucks full of soldiers rushed forward and stopped a dozen meters away from us. As soon as the car stopped, the soldiers on the car jumped off and formed a group under the car. The door of the cab of the truck in front opened, and a commander walked down from the co-pilot and shouted domineeringly: "Who is in charge here? Come to me!"

　　 I saw that this person was not someone else, he was Lieutenant Colonel Hobby who had only dealt with in the morning. How come these people, like the policemen in Hong Kong and Taiwan movies, are late until the dust settles.