Burning Moscow

I stood up straight, turned halfway, and looked at the officers who had been gearing up and eager to try under the hillside. I slowly raised the assault rifle in my hand, just about to shout in accordance with the routine: "Brothers, for the motherland, for Stalin Go forward!", and then slammed the gun forward, leading the troops to surge towards the enemy's position. Unexpectedly, a sudden roar of motors attracted my attention.

　　 Several black dots appeared in the distance, and soon these dots became bigger and bigger. With the naked eye, they could see clearly that it was our army’s T34 tank. These tanks are lining up in a column, along a simple road, coming towards our location.

　　 "Comrade Major, is it time for the troops to attack?" Maybe it was because I raised the gun and didn't fall. Lieutenant Akhromeev, who was standing next to me, reminded me anxiously.

"Wait a minute, Lieutenant Akhromeyev, wait a minute, don't rush to attack." I slowly lowered the hand holding the gun, I pointed to the tank and said to him: "Maybe these tanks can help us. Hold. Wait here, I'll meet their commander." After saying that, I ran down the slope.

　　 I came to the middle of the highway and waved my hands desperately at the tank to signal the tank driver to stop.

The tanks led by 　　 stopped ten meters away from me, and then the tanks behind them stopped one by one.

　　 The top hatch of the tank turret snapped open, and the upper body of a tanker leaned out of the hatch. He was wearing a tank soldier's helmet and a black tank suit, with both hands resting on the hatch, his eyes looking at me who stopped the car.

　　 The moment I saw this tank soldier, I felt like he was someone I knew. I was thinking back to where I saw him. He crawled out of the tank and jumped out of the tank. He spread his arms and walked towards me, shouting excitedly: "Comrade Major, hello! I didn't expect us to be so fast. See you again. It’s great to see the living you appear in front of you."

　　 "Captain Vitorganov," I immediately remembered going to Leningrad to visit relatives. When I returned, I returned with a tank detachment, and the lieutenant was the commander of the detachment.

　　 We did not salute, did not shake hands, and directly celebrate our reunion with hugs.

　　 After separation, I asked Captain Vitorganov: "Comrade Captain, where are you going?"

　　 "According to the order of the superior, we will assist the 194th Regiment of the 65th Division of the 52nd Army in the counterattack. Our task is to support the infantry's offensive with artillery fire."

　　 "That's a coincidence, we also came to assist the 65th Division in the counterattack." I took his hand, pointed to the hillside and said, "Did you see it? That hillside is our starting position."

　　 "Need my help?" the captain asked politely.

I hurriedly nodded and said, "Of course, we also need artillery or tank fire support. Otherwise, with our hundreds of infantry without heavy weapons, they should be all dead before they rush to the enemy's position. ."

"Are they all under your command?" The captain looked at the neatly arranged team there, and suddenly exclaimed: "My God! Comrade Major, what kind of force do you command? They are all officers. The lowest ranks are all ensigns. After a battle is fought, won't all the grassroots commanders of the army be wiped out?"

　　 "Yes, because of this, I sincerely ask for your assistance. I hope we can achieve the greatest results at the least cost."

　　 The captain said simply: "Comrade Major, this is easy to handle. I have seven tanks, and two will be left to cover your attack. I will take the rest to assist the 194th Regiment."

"No!" I retorted: "Tanks cannot be scattered, they must be used in a concentrated manner so that they can maximize their combat effectiveness. I now order all tanks to be under my command and immediately launch an attack on the enemy's position from the hillside. Bring the commandos of officers to follow you."

　　 "But this would violate the superior's order!" the captain said embarrassedly.

I knew what he was worried about, so I said in a big way: "Comrade Captain, don't worry. Anyway, you are cooperating with the 194 regiment. The nature of your attack from the regiment headquarters is the same as that of the attack here. If there is anything I will bear the adverse consequences. You must know that the reason why I was able to serve as the highest commander of this force was personally appointed by General Meretskov, commander of the Volkhov Front."

Maybe I lifted Meletkov and suppressed the captain. He hesitated for a while, and finally gritted his teeth and stomped his feet and said, "Okay, that's it." Turning on the tank, he quickly got into the turret. .

"Comrade Captain," I reminded him loudly again when he closed the hatch: "Your task is not to cover the attack with artillery, but to open the way in front. Take advantage of the tank's mobility and firepower to quickly bring the enemy A hole was torn open in his defense line to cover the infantry to regain the lost position."

Captain 　　 saluted me and promised loudly to close the hatch. Then the tank body jumped forward and started to move.

I trot all the way on the side of the driving tank, waving my rifle hand, and shouting loudly amid the loud roar of the motor: "Go ahead! Tank soldiers. Go ahead! Go and teach those **** Germans. Go ahead!" Go and build your immortal feats!"

Captain 　　's tank rushed to the top of the hill first, slowed down the speed, and a shot of tank shells flew out with a stop. Then the front of the car dropped down and rushed down the hillside. The tanks that went up one after another did the same. When they reached the top of the slope, they fired a shot and then rushed down.

I almost rushed up the hillside behind the **** of the last tank. I stood on the top of the hill, raised my rifle, and shouted the words I had just thought: "All commanders and fighters, for our motherland!" For Stalin! Go ahead!~~" After shouting, I slammed the gun forward in my hand, and then took the lead to rush down the slope.

　　Almost at the same time, two shouts rang from the left and right: "Commanders of the ensign training team, future generals, for our honor, go forward! Go and teach the **** Germans on the opposite side!"

　　 "Brothers in the teaching company, go forward! Destroy the enemy and establish our immortal merits!"

　　Akhromeyev's words were more provocative than mine. Hundreds of military officers shouted in unison, "Ula!" They rushed up the **** with their weapons, and rushed down over the top of the slope.

　　 Although I went downhill at the earliest, I was quickly overtaken by the people behind. Our charge was quickly discovered by the enemy, and they immediately turned their guns around and fired at us. Bullets whizzed past my ears, and officers shot from time to time, rolling down the hillside from my side.

　　 Because of the dense craters on the offensive route, our tanks had to go around one crater after another, which affected the attack speed and made the German firepower so rampant.

　　 As soon as I ran down the hill, I immediately plunged into the nearest crater. I just wanted to stick my head out to have a look, but the roar of a mortar made me retract. The shell exploded outside the crater, and the mud that was thrown up fell on my face. At the same time, a second lieutenant officer covered in blood fell into the crater. I went up and checked and found that he had stopped breathing.

　　 I poked my head out of the crater and saw a few more shells exploded in the charging queue, overturning many officers. The remaining officers jumped into the crater one after another, and fired at the Germans on the opposite side.

Looking at the casualties of the ensign training team and the teaching connection, I couldn't help but furious, and shouted at the tanks: "Captain Vitorganov, what are you doing, why don't you shoot?! "I patronized and yelled, without thinking about it. Amidst the sound of guns and the roar of motors, except for the commanders near me, the captain in the tank, they couldn't hear me at all.

　　 Perhaps it was Captain Vitorganov who discovered that something was wrong on the battlefield and gave orders in time. Seven tanks lined up and fired at the enemy's position at the same time. After a few shots passed, the German firepower and mortar positions were knocked out. The remaining two German artillery guns continued to fire. The shells fell near our tanks and exploded. The splashed shrapnel made the tanks clink, but they could not cause any damage. A tank turned the direction of the turret, a shot passed, and the two mortars were submerged in smoke.

　　 Seeing the enemy’s heavy firepower was destroyed, the officers of the ensign training team and the teaching company crawled out of the crater, shouting and rushing forward. Under their lead, the soldiers of the 194th Regiment, who had been lying on the ground and arranging their guns, also stood up bravely and rushed forward with their weapons behind them.

　　 Everyone is charging, and I am not idle, but I am not charging in a straight line with guns in their hands. Although the distance is much closer, the risk factor is very high. On the battlefield, the first thing I must learn is how to save my life. I crawled out of one crater and immediately jumped into another crater. When I saw the opportunity, I fired a shot.

Captain 　　's tank unit pushed toward the enemy's position, and the fastest tank was only a few tens of meters away from the trench, and it would take more than ten seconds to rush through the trench. Suddenly, a shell flew from nowhere and hit the tank impartially. After the smoke dissipated, I found that the track of the tank was broken. The body of the tank was spinning a few times at high speed on the spot, and then slid into a crater. The rear half of the body sank deeply, and the front half was high. Beginning, the long barrel pointed directly at the sky.

　　 I quickly looked around, looking for the direction of the shells. Soon I found that in the front right, there was an anti-tank gun mounted on the trench, and a few people wearing helmets were busy. I set up the assault rifle, aimed at the soldier who was holding the cannonball, bent over and was running fast, and pulled the trigger. After the gunshot, the soldier leaned back while wearing a helmet, and rushed forward two more steps. He knelt on his knees and fell to the ground with a cannonball in his hand.

　　 Another German soldier saw his comrade fall to the ground and quickly got up and ran over, grabbed the shell from the hand of the fallen soldier, and turned to run back to the gun position. As a result, he was knocked down by a bullet flying from nowhere, and fell to the ground.

　　 The battle between anti-tank guns and tanks depends on who moves fast. The anti-tank gun did not fire, and the captain's tank unit was not idle. One salvo of the remaining six tanks razed the anti-tank gun position to the ground.

　　 Lost the cover of heavy firepower, the enemy's will to resist is no longer tenacious, and some people begin to run out of the trenches, and they ran far away. There were only a few people in the beginning, then a dozen or a dozen, and finally it became a big flee.

　　 At the same time, the captain's tank unit rushed past the trenches and pursued the fleeing enemy. Lieutenant Akhromeyev led the ensign training team into the breach and began to fight the enemy entrenched in the trenches. Then the captain who taught the company also swarmed in with the officers. Behind them, the soldiers of the 194th Regiment ran through the enemy's trenches like a flood that broke the embankment, and launched a chase after the tanks.

　　 After the battle, the soldiers of the 194th Regiment and the tank unit of Captain Vitorganov were left to guard, and I returned to the original assembly place with the officers who had more than half of the casualties. By this time, Meletskov had been there waiting for us for a long time.

　　 Seeing us coming back, he came up and gave me a warm hug, then patted my shoulder and said loudly: "Good job, comrades commanders, you are all good!"

　　 His hand was too strong, and when he slapped it, half of my shoulder was numb. When he took the second slap, I drew away cleverly. I thought that your first slap almost slapped me into a one-armed god, and another slap, I will become Venus.

　　 "Comrade General, we are back!" At this time, General Yakovlev, commander of the 52nd Army, and Colonel Koshevoi, commander of the 65th Division, walked over together from a distance and virtually relieved me.

The general walked up to Meretskov, first paid me a salute to me, and then said to Meretskov: "Comrade General~www.wuxiaspot.com~Major Oshanina is an expert. An excellent commander with combat spirit, it is wrong to keep such a commander in the headquarters. Let her stay in our 52nd Army. We need such a commander."

"Yes, Comrade Commander of the Front Army." Colonel Koshevoy echoed: "I beg you to let her stay with me! You also know that in the battle just now, the commander of the 195th regiment died! I I want her, Major Oshanina to be the head of the regiment."

"I'm the commander of the front, and the major's affairs are my final say." Meletskov interrupted him, muttering: "The colonel wants to order the general to do something. It's a nonsense." He watched. He glanced at me and asked, "Major Oshanina, what are your plans?"

　　 "I'm waiting for Comrade General's orders." I hope in my heart that Meletskov can promise to keep me in the 52nd Army, so that I can avoid the fate of taking office in the 2nd Assault Army. Somehow, as long as I think of Vlasov and the 2nd Assault Army these days, I feel panicked.

　　Meletskov reached out to me and said, "Show me your order."

　　 I heard that he was going to look at the order, and I was ecstatic. It seemed that I had the opportunity to stay in the 65th Division as the commander. He quickly took out the folded order from his coat pocket, held it in both hands, and handed it to Meretskov.

　　Meretskov took the order, and after opening it, he only glanced at it, his face suddenly changed. He refolded the transfer order and gave it back to me, and said with regret to Yakovlev and Koshevoi: "Major Oshanina's transfer order to the 2nd Assault Army was issued by the Supreme Command. Yes, I don’t have permission to change."