Burning Moscow

　　On the way from the station to the headquarters, there are busy people everywhere, including firefighters, rescuers, and road barriers. It took me more than half an hour to return to the command post.

　　 When I came back outside the command building, I saw that it was still calm, in sharp contrast with the busy surroundings. But this is also a good thing, showing that the command headquarters did not suffer any losses in the shelling just now.

　　 There is an officer outside the door with his hands on his back, pacing back and forth in front of the two sentries, and from time to time he raises his wrist to check the time, as if he is waiting for someone.

　　 Seeing me walking by, he showed a hint of joy on his face and trot towards me. After arriving in front of me, he raised his hand to salute and asked with a smile, "Is this Major Oshanina?"

　　 "Yes." I looked at him up and down, and asked in return, "May I ask you?!"

"I am Major Ulyukayev, the head of the logistics department of the headquarters. Upon receiving the order of General Shilov, I will arrange an empty bed for you in the building. Judging from the current situation, you may live in the city for a few days. Up."

　　 "Thank you, can you take me there now?" I feel tired, hungry, and cold, and want to find a place to take a good rest.

　　 "Please come with me!"

　　 He led me to the room where I was staying. On the first floor, there are four beds in the room. Under the dim light, you can see the gray military quilts neatly stacked on the bed, and there is no one. Major Ulyukayev explained to me: "This is the dormitory of the female soldiers in the communications room. They usually work late at night, sometimes even overnight."

　　 After Ulyukayev left, I ate a few slices of rusks without even drinking any water. I took off my clothes, turned off the lights, put the quilt on my body, and lay down to sleep. The duvet cover was cold and damp. Even if you covered your head, you still felt cold, so cold that you couldn't sleep.

I closed my eyes, tried hard not to think about anything, and even temporarily left behind everything I saw today, and then started counting sheep in accordance with the old habit that was almost forgotten when I was a child. Until one thousand... but this method is useless, I still can’t fall asleep,

　　 Suddenly, I seemed to understand why I couldn't sleep anymore, and I felt that someone in the room was staring at him. I pulled the quilt down and poked my head out from under the quilt. The room was still dark and silent.

　　 I covered my head again, but this feeling didn't disappear, but it got stronger and stronger. I felt someone staring at me from somewhere in the dark. I can't see this person, nor can I see her face, only her gaze—that's an angry gaze.

　　 I suddenly understood whose gaze it was. It was the gaze of the fat old lady who was pushed off the car by me. She was standing in front of my bed, covered in flesh and blood, staring at me with hatred.

　　 My body began to tremble slightly. I don't know if I was afraid or frozen. I tried my best to narrow my eyes tighter, hoping that this feeling would disappear. I comforted myself in my heart. Under the circumstances, if the old lady who was in the way was not pushed down, I and the remaining passengers in the car might die under the gunfire of the Germans. Sacrificing one person and saving a group of people, I did nothing wrong.

　　 I tried my best to comfort myself with this thought, but the old lady still looked at me from the darkness...

　　 I didn't fall asleep in a daze until dawn. Not long after I slept, the female signal soldiers who came back from get off work woke me up. Although their voices were very soft, it was enough to wake me up. I looked up at the window, the sky was already light. She also got up and dressed, asked a female soldier who had not slept about the location of the cafeteria, and went directly to the cafeteria for breakfast.

　　 In the cafeteria, I met General Shilov who was eating breakfast. After he greeted me to sit down, he asked me kindly: "Major Oshanina, went to Vladimir Street yesterday, did you see your mother and son?"

　　 I shook my head and said, "I went there yesterday, but I haven't seen it. They have been evacuated."

Hearing this, the general sighed and said, "This is war, and we have to be separated from our own relatives." The topic changed, "Are you here for breakfast? In the list of diners in the command center." Without your name, if you come by yourself, you won't be able to eat anything at all." Then he turned to the service counter and shouted: "Waiter."

　　 A female soldier in an apron quickly ran over, bent down slightly in front of us, and asked Shilov: "Comrade General, what instructions do you have?"

　　 Shilov pointed to me and ordered the waiter to say: "There is no major’s name among the diners. Go and tell your cafeteria director that I have specially approved it and prepare the same breakfast for the major."

　　 "Yes." The waiter agreed, turned and ran back to the service desk. Without much effort, he put a plate in front of me and said, "Comrade Major, this is your breakfast. I wish you a good appetite."

　　 I see that breakfast is very simple, only a piece of black bread and a spoonful of porridge. He opened the cloth bag he had brought, took out the rusks and enema, and asked General Shilov to eat. He was somewhat restrained at first, pushing back the food I placed in front of him, but at my insistence, he hurriedly ate it.

He whispered to me as he ate, "Major Oshanina, Commander Hozin originally planned to meet you and talk to you about how to improve the air defense post. But the situation has changed. Our assault on the Neva River The operation failed. The troops involved in the assault are suffering huge losses. Comrade commander has already rushed to the front line. Originally, I wanted you to stay in the city for a few more days, but now it seems that it’s impossible. You must hurry up. Back to the transportation line on the ice, the air defense mission there is a heavy responsibility."

"When to set off?"

Shilov looked at his watch and said, "In another hour, if a tank unit is going out of the city through the ice transportation line, you will go with them. When the meal is over, I will ask the driver to take you to meet The troops converge."

　　 After the meal, General Shilov’s driver drove me to the assembly area of ​​the tank unit that was about to depart.

Seeing our car, an officer in the uniform of a tank soldier ran over and reported to me: "Hello, Major Oshanina. I am Captain Vitorganov, the commander of the tank unit. I just received it. The orders from higher authorities are here waiting for your arrival."

　　 "When can I leave?"

　　 "Let's go now!"

　　 "Okay," Captain Vitorganov agreed, then waved to his troops and shouted, "Go!"

　　 Our ice march has begun.

　　 This is really a special tank unit. All tank turrets and steel covers on engines have been removed, and they are towed on a sled frame made of logs. The tank driver, standing in the base of the tank, drove the tank. The rest of the tank soldiers boarded trucks with canopies specially prepared for them.

　　 I'm considering whether to sit in a truck with a roof just like the soldiers. The sympathetic Vitorganov bent down to my ear and whispered: "Comrade Major, I've found an empty truck for you. You can take that truck later." Then Straighten up and pointed to the side: "That's the one."

　　 I walked over and took a look. I couldn’t help but feel happy. What a coincidence, I’m another acquaintance, Azarov who pulled me into the city yesterday. After I got in the car, he shook hands and said, "Azarov, what a coincidence, we met again so soon."

After Azarov shook hands with me, he said as he drove, "Yes, Comrade Commander, what a coincidence. They said they asked me to take a commander to the ice transportation line, but it was you. Oh, yes. , Have you seen your mother and son?"

　　 "No," my mood suddenly fell. What I fear most now is that others ask this question, and the people who ask this question are all out of self-concern, and it won't work if they don't answer, "They have been evacuated."

　　 Azarov let out an ah, and then asked with concern: "You know where they evacuated."

　　 "I don't know. I asked my neighbors, they didn't know, they just knew it was evacuated."

　　 Azarov was silent, his eyes looked forward, and he drove the car intently.

　　 drove on the ice transportation line for about ten minutes, and was already very close to the station of the anti-aircraft artillery camp. At this moment, there was a sharp gunshot outside. There was one shot, another shot later, and another shot later.

"Airstrike!" If the first shot is fired~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I still have a bit of confusion. When the second and third shots are fired, I can't react anymore. I'm suffering from Alzheimer's. The sound of gunfire from the air defense post. "Find a place to hide."

　　 "What's going on?" Azarov probably didn't know the newly launched anti-aircraft post, let alone the sound of gunshots that sounded out of anti-aircraft alarms, so he continued to drive forward.

　　 "Stop!" In a hurry, I slapped him heavily on the shoulder and yelled at him: "You are deaf. Didn't you hear the alarm gunshots outside? The enemy plane came airstrike."

Azarov slammed on the brakes. The huge inertia made me rush forward and hit my head heavily on the window glass. If it weren’t for the cotton cap as a buffer, I’d probably be bloodied or hit. The broken glass flew out.

　　 An enemy aircraft swooped down at the tank unit in front of us, and the bullets fired from the airborne machine gun plowed over the body. I first saw the baffles on both sides of the car were broken into pieces and flew up like feathers. Then the tires were also punctured and squashed with a creak.

When the enemy plane pulled up its nose and flew, the truck suddenly burned. It seemed that the fuel tank had been punctured. Several tank soldiers covered in fire jumped out of the vehicle and rolled on the ground, trying to put out the fire on their bodies. .

　　 Azarov opened the door and jumped down, ran toward the tank soldiers, and took off his clothes while running. He ran to a tank soldier rolling on the ground and covered it with his coat. The fire on the tank soldier suddenly became much smaller, and Azarov lifted his coat and put it down hard, quickly extinguishing the flame on his body, and then turned to help the other tank soldiers put out the fire.