Burning Moscow

　　 The enemy plane that succeeded in the blow made a beautiful big turn in the air, then turned around and swooped down again. While shooting at the convoy, a bomb was dropped. The bomb landed in the middle of the sled trailer that was dragging the tank turret. After it exploded with a bang, the towing cable was broken, the sled made of logs was blown apart, and the horses pulling the cart fell mournfully. The soldier was lifted into the air by the explosion, and then fell heavily on the ice. The turret was also spinning, sliding on the smooth ice to the opposite side of the road, after colliding several small ice piles. Just stopped.

　　 The tank with the turret removed, and lost all combat effectiveness. On this unobstructed ice surface, it is the target for enemy planes to attack. I opened the car door and jumped off the bridge. No wonder I was concealed. I ran forward and shouted: "Hidden, hide. Don't stay in the car, get out of the car and hide!"

　　 When the enemy plane pulled up again, our army’s anti-aircraft fire started.

　　 I first heard that there were a lot of anti-aircraft machine guns nearby, firing violently at the enemy aircraft in the air. Then I heard the rumble of artillery, and the anti-aircraft artillery shells exploded in the air, forming a barrage around the enemy aircraft. This must be the female anti-aircraft gun firing.

　　 In order to avoid the artillery fire, the enemy plane pulled up to a higher altitude before completing the turn and dive. Although the time gained by anti-aircraft artillery fire is short, it is very precious enough to allow most of the soldiers in the transport team to escape from the vehicle and spread out behind the ice pile on the side of the road to avoid enemy aircraft.

I was lying behind an ice pile on the side of the road and watched the enemy plane dive down for the third time. I used the airborne machine gun to hit the bridge of a truck with holes in it. Then it caught fire and burned. Fortunately, the driver fled long ago. Come out, otherwise life will be hard to save now.

　　 After the enemy plane attacked the transport convoy, it turned around and flew over to the air defense position of the women's antiaircraft artillery company. After repeated dives and bombardments, the enemy plane was concentrated by shrapnel, dragging black smoke and flying away.

　　 This air attack caused a lot of losses to the tank detachment. I saw with my own eyes two trucks being destroyed by an enemy plane’s machine gun and a sled trailer was destroyed. When the losses were counted in the past, it was discovered that many tank drivers also died in the air strikes. They drove more than ten kilometers in the tank cab without any shielding protection, and the people had been frozen long ago, so that when they encountered an air attack, it was impossible to complete the simple action of escaping from the tank. Sacrifice It was miserable and not worth it. Several sacrificed tank drivers lay on the ground, their faces seemed to be wearing an ice mask, their hands stretched forward, still maintaining their original driving posture.

　　 Due to the reimbursement of two trucks, the extra tank soldiers could not sit down, so Azarov's truck was also temporarily requisitioned. Captain Vitorganov asked me if he could allow soldiers without a car to get in my car. I asked in a low voice, "Comrade Captain, how about the casualties of the troops?"

The captain lowered his head and replied with some frustration: "Not small. The tank unit originally had 20 tanks, 80 combat personnel, plus maintenance personnel and logistics personnel, the total number was 185. Just now Fifteen people were killed and twenty-six injured in the airstrike."

　　 "Will it affect the combat effectiveness of the troops?"

　　 "No, Comrade Major." The captain raised his head and looked at me, and replied in a firm tone: "If necessary, our maintenance and logistics personnel can be engaged in combat, and they will all drive and operate tanks."

　　 The damaged cars, sledges, and turrets were thrown on the side of the road, and the remaining tank detachment continued to move towards the destination.

　　 When passing by the women’s antiaircraft artillery company station, Azarov parked the car to the side of the road and said, "Comrade commander, you are here."

　　 I patted his shoulder and said, "Azarov, you behaved very bravely today, so good!" Then I stretched out my hand to him, "I hope to see you again soon, and good luck!"

　　 After shaking my hand, I pushed the car door, jumped onto the ice, waved at him, turned and walked towards the camp.

　　 As I walked, I felt something was wrong. In the smoke, I smelled a strong smell of blood. Did the female antiaircraft artillery battery be injured or sacrificed in the airstrike? Thinking of this, I didn't return to the tent, but ran directly to the air defense position.

　　 bypassing the chest-high snow wall, the sight in front of me stunned me again. The three anti-aircraft guns were blown to pieces, the ice was full of holes, and some wood fragments in the ammunition boxes were still burning. In an open space, there are rows of neatly arranged corpses. It is estimated that they are all fighters of these anti-aircraft guns. Some of the female soldiers who did not sacrifice were searching for the broken arms of their sisters, and some were carrying ammunition boxes.

　　 I don't know which sharp-eyed female soldier spotted me standing by, and she cried out, "The major is back." After she shouted, she ran towards me. Her shout did not cause any reaction from the female soldiers, who were still busy with their work. But when she threw herself into my arms and cried loudly, the other female soldiers were agitated, and they all huffed around.

　　 It was Naya who threw into my arms. I held her and asked softly, "What happened?"

　　 But Naya didn't respond to what I said, she just kept crying, and I asked again, but she still didn't answer me.

　　 I looked around, all the female soldiers had dark faces and were covered in gunpowder smoke. It seemed that the battle just now must have been very cruel. I asked them loudly: "Who can tell me what happened just now?"

　　 "Comrade Major," a second lieutenant officer squeezed from the female soldiers, saluted me, and reported, "Please speak louder. Many girls are deafened by bombs."

　　 I saw that Naya's platoon leader Lieutenant Ye Lenna was standing in front of me, so I raised my voice and asked again. Ye Lanna heard my question now and replied loudly: "Report to Comrade Major that there was an enemy plane's air raid on the transport line convoy. After my company found out, in order to cover the transport convoy, we decisively opened fire on the enemy plane and attacked in combat. Injured the enemy plane. But when the enemy plane attacked the air defense position, it destroyed our three anti-aircraft guns with bombs.” At this point, she lowered her head and pointed her hand to the position where the body was placed, her voice low, “Many sisters. Gloriously sacrificed."

　　 "Where are the company commander and the instructor?" I didn't see Kirianova and Orlova, I couldn't help but panic, and asked, "Are you still alive?"

　　 "I'm still alive, but I'm all injured."

　　 Hearing that the two are still alive, I suddenly sighed in relief, let go of Naya in my arms, and told Yelena: "Comrade Lieutenant, take me over to see them."

Ye Lanna took me to behind a snow wall, and found the company commander and instructor of the female soldier company~www.wuxiaspot.com~Kirianova wore a bandage on her head, leaned her back against the snow wall, and covered her face with her hands. His shoulders trembled desperately. The instructor Orlova was standing next to her, one hand stroking her head, while the other bandaged arm was hung on her chest by a triangle scarf.

My arrival immediately attracted Orlova’s attention. She removed her hand from Kirianova's head, saluted me, and reported loudly: "Report Comrade Major, Women's Antiaircraft Company... "

　　 I interrupted her report, gently touched her arm hanging on her chest with my hand, and asked with concern: "How is the injury?"

　　 "It doesn't matter, I was hit by shrapnel and only hurt a bit of bone. It will soon be healed."

　　 I patted her on the shoulder, then lowered my head and asked Kyrianova: "How are you?"

Kirianova raised her head and looked at me. There was no brilliance in her eyes, and she murmured a little: "The German plane dropped bombs and many female soldiers died. Just now we found enemy planes attacking the transport convoy. I immediately ordered the female soldiers to go into battle. When the enemy plane dived and fired and dropped the bombs, no one backed away, and they all stood on the gun and fought tenaciously..." He said this, his head fainted and fell to the ground.

　　 The female soldiers gathered around at some point, fainted the company commander, and went up to help. I handed the rifle in my hand to Orlova, and a few female soldiers hurriedly lifted Kirianova up.

I looked at the female soldiers in front of me with approval, and said loudly: "Good job! Girls, you are all good guys! I will do your work for you." Then I raised Ji with me. The female soldiers of Ryanova said: "Now, let's take your hero's company commander back to the tent."