Burning Moscow

　　 Hearing my order, the machine gun shooter decisively stopped shooting. After all, I was the superior commander they were familiar with. After the shooting stopped, they seemed to remember that the commander who had issued the shooting order was a commander with a higher rank than me. They couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed. Their eyes kept moving quickly between me and Lieutenant Colonel Hobby.

　　 "Comrade Oshanina, who gives you the right to order the machine gun shooter to stop shooting." Lieutenant Colonel Hobby rushed to my side, his eyes spitting out fire, and shouted at me furiously.

　　 I pointed to the troops that were returning to the position and said, "That's our fighters. You can't shoot them. This will kill them all."

　　 "They are all cowards," Lieutenant Colonel Hobby pointed at the fighters and said, "Did you not see that they all escaped from the German positions?"

　　 "It doesn't matter if the offense is frustrated, we can organize another offense. Kill them all, who will go to war with the Germans?" I was not intimidated by Lieutenant Colonel Hobby's tone, but argued with him.

　　 "Can you stop them from retreating and attack again?"

　　 "Yes!" I answered very simply.

　　 "Okay, I will let you take command and see how to get them to attack again."

　　 During the short period of time when I was arguing with Lieutenant Colonel Hobby, the group of soldiers was only two hundred meters away from the trench. To the two machine gun shooters with a blank face, I decisively gave an order: "Aim at their feet and let them stop."

　　 In response to my order, the two shooters immediately understood, lowered their guns, and pulled the trigger at the open space between us and the soldiers. When the local sounds rang out, the splashing shells rolled and fell under my feet.

　　 The dense bullet hit the ground, stirring up lumps of soil. The retreating soldiers stopped and jumped into the crater or anti-tank trench to avoid the bombardment of German mortars.

　　 Seeing that our army's offensive stopped, the German army also stopped its shelling, and silence was restored on the battlefield.

　　 "What are you going to do next?" Lieutenant Colonel Hobby asked coldly from the side.

"Replenish them with ammunition, and then let them start the offensive again." After I answered the lieutenant colonel, I turned to Yemelyanov, who had been standing next to him, and said: "Comrade Tuss, you take the soldiers from the guard class, give them Carry a few boxes of grenades.” After thinking about it, he added: “Give them two more boxes of grenades.”

　　 The effort was not great. Yemelyanov took six soldiers from the guard squad with his rifle behind his back. One person carried two ammunition boxes, jumped out of the trench, bent over and ran quickly toward the anti-tank trench.

"If they can be equipped with bayonets, even if they only have a hundred, they will have a better chance of winning in hand-to-hand combat." I could not help but mutter to myself as I looked at the fighters hidden in the battlefield. Said.

　　 "Second Lieutenant Miducci," I heard Lieutenant Colonel Hobby's voice suddenly in my ear, "There is a bayonet on the truck under the hillside. Take someone down to get it, and then send it to the people in front of the position."

Seeing Lieutenant Miducci, with the commanders who had just come with Hobbit, walking down the hillside along the traffic trench, I couldn't help but give Hobbie a grateful look. Just when he wanted to speak, it came from a distance. The rumble of cannons.

　　 "Where did the cannon sound come from?" Hobby asked.

"It's the Germans that are bombarding the position of the 131st Regiment again. It seems that they are ready to attack again." I have not been on the position for more than a month. Now I can tell by just listening to the direction of the sound of the artillery. Out of the movement of the German army.

　　 Looking through the telescope, the Soviet army's position is under heavy shelling from the German army. At the beginning, only one column of smoke rose up on the ground. From time to time, you could see the broken wood pieces of the wooden firepower point that was smashed by the bomb, the human body stump, and the parts of the weapon. They were lifted into the air by the air wave and fell quickly. Go down. As the shelling progressed, the smoke column rose more and more, and after a while, the entire position was enveloped in black smoke.

　　 "If only we could support them." Hobby said to himself while watching.

"Comrade commander, there is nothing we can do about this." I explained to him, "We are too far away from the position of the 131 regiment, and we have no heavy weapons to provide them with fire support. In addition, after entering April, the lake surface The ice on the mountain melted, and we would not be able to reach the lake without a boat, nor could we talk about military support."

"I know all about this." Lieutenant Colonel Habi put down his binoculars and again turned his attention to the group of "Anti-Union" fighters in front of the position. He pointed his finger and said: "If they can be allowed to attack again If it does, it may relieve some of the pressure on the 131 regiment."

　　 At this moment, Yemelyanov ran in front of me panting, raised his hand in salute, and reported to me: "Comrade Major, the ammunition has been distributed. I am waiting for your next order!"

　　 "Where's the bayonet? Did it go down?" I asked impatiently.

Yemeryanov turned and pointed downwards, and said, "It's all posted too. You see Major Miducci and the others are going up." I looked in the direction of his hand, no, Miducci He and a dozen commanders are striding towards the battlefield.

I heard that all the ammunition has been distributed, and I feel more at ease, and immediately told Yemelyanov: "Comrade Tus, please run again and let the soldiers below launch another attack. You must tell them that In the battle, you can only run in one direction, forward, and charge." After that, I gave him a light push, "Go ahead and let them act right away."

　　 The old man turned out of the trench again and ran down the hillside alone, bending over.

　　 Seeing his coming again, from the crater and anti-tank trench, a lot of mud soldiers crawled out one after another. Several fighters, supposed to be Russian fighters, ran up to him and nodded after a brief exchange.

　　 When Tuas turned and returned to the position, the new offensive formation had begun to organize.

　　 Several soldiers shouted something, the soldiers who had been hiding in the crater and anti-tank trenches stood up one after another, and quickly formed a few loose offensive formations around them. Before the charge, they had almost four hundred people. After the battle just now, there were less than two hundred people left.

　　 Almost when they moved forward again, a neat singing came from the queue. The sound of the wind sent the singing into the trenches. When I heard the singing, I couldn't help being stunned. This is not a Chinese song. Are they not from the 88th International Brigade? Listening closely again, the melody is very familiar. According to this melody, the lyrics clearly appeared in my mind: I can look at the sky under the sunrise, endless mountains and rivers, my elite army is powerful, all the generals are all healthy, full of glorious Kanto military.

　　 Thinking of the lyrics, I shivered. Those who were charging were not the Anti-Union fighters, but the elite Kwantung Army of Japanese pirates! I grabbed Lieutenant Colonel Hobby’s clothes, pointed at the group of soldiers, and asked incoherently, "Comrade Lieutenant Colonel, those are Japanese? What is this...what is going on?"

　　 Lieutenant Colonel Hobby replied indifferently: "Of course it is the Japanese army, otherwise you think it is someone!"

　　 "Isn't it the 88th International Brigade?"

　　 "Of course not. The 88th International Brigade is composed of the Chinese comrades' anti-union forces, and these people on the battlefield are enemies."

　　 "Ah?! Where did they come from?" Suddenly the relevant Eastern Army appeared on the Soviet-German battlefield, and it was on the Soviet side, which made me unable to accept this reality in a short time.

　　 "These people were all captured in the battles of Zhang Gufeng and Nuomenhan."

　　 "All prisoners of war?" I asked tentatively.

　　 "It's not a prisoner of war, just an enemy who has put down its weapons." Lieutenant Colonel Hobby still looked indifferent, "Let their allies destroy them."

　　 Standing at the leftmost side of each queue, it should be the Japanese commander. They marched and shouted at their subordinates, commanding and leading the soldiers forward. Rows of bayonet-mounted rifles moved forward up and down.

　　 My heart faintly asked the Kwantung Army to attack the Germans. This is really a risky decision. If they revert to the battlefield, I guess it will only be the fate of being sent to a military court.

　　 Entering a distance of only more than three hundred meters from the forest, the German mortar fired again. The cannonballs that fell in the crowd would lift up a mass of flesh and blood with every explosion. As soon as someone fell down in the front row, someone immediately moved forward a few steps to make up for their position. The whole team was still advancing at a constant speed amidst the artillery fire.

　　 When entering the range of two hundred meters, the Germans began to attack. The battle just now made them look down on the offensive force in front of them, thinking that they were vulnerable, so a dozen German soldiers rushed out to capture the prisoners.

　　 At this moment, the Kwantung Army opened fire. In a volley, several German soldiers fell. Then the skillful tactics of the Kwantung Army made me dazzled.

　　 After they fired their guns, they did not continue to charge forward in a swarm, but fell collectively in the crater. Almost at the same time they were lying down, gunshots suddenly sounded like beans exploding, and the German soldiers who were retreating were suddenly caught off guard and fell to the ground one after another. Of the dozen or so soldiers who rushed out just now, only one escaped back.

　　 Seeing that the enemies coming out of the battlefield were wiped out, they jumped out of the crater, shouting and impacting downward. Although the morale of these Japanese soldiers is like a rainbow, but the number is too small, the momentum of the attack is really average.

　　 When they rushed to the edge of the forest fifty or sixty meters, the German light and heavy machine gun fire pressed them back into the crater. Dense bullets whizzed past the crater. As long as anyone had a headshot, he would not be able to escape the fate of being headshot. The Japanese couldn't rush up, and the Germans suffered a dumb loss just now, and they didn't dare to rush out again, and the battle fell into a stalemate.

　　 At this moment, an unfamiliar lieutenant commander walked up to Lieutenant Colonel Habi, and immediately reported: "Comrade commander, the artillery company of the regiment has been ordered to come here and await your orders."

"Comrade Lieutenant, you came just right." Habi pointed at the position of the 131 regiment on the other side of the lake and said, "The Germans are attacking our position. Your company's task is to intercept the attacking Germans with artillery fire. I understand. Yet?"

　　 "Understood!" The artillery lieutenant saluted and turned to leave.

"Wait a minute." I stopped the artillery lieutenant, regardless of the surprise on his face, and pleaded with Lieutenant Colonel Habi: "Comrade commander, I beg you, let the artillery company take action against the German positions in the forest. Shelling to cover the attack of those soldiers."

　　 "No!" Hobby said categorically, "The mission of the artillery company is to provide artillery cover for the 131st regiment."

"But, comrade commander. Take a look." I pointed to the Kwantung Army soldier who was suppressed by fire in the crater on the edge of the forest and said, "As long as the gunfire destroys the firepower on the German position, those soldiers will have May rush up and take the enemy's position."

　　 Hobby looked at the battlefield opposite, lost in thought. The artillery lieutenant raised his binoculars and looked at it for a while, and then reported to Habi: "Comrade commander, only two salvos can destroy the German firepower."

　　 "Are you sure?!" Lieutenant Colonel Hobby asked tentatively.

　　 "I'm sure. I have just observed the shooting Zhuyuan." The artillery lieutenant replied very positively.

　　 "Then prepare!"

Lieutenant 　　 Artillery received the order, saluted the lieutenant colonel, turned and ran away.

Lieutenant Colonel 　　 stared at me and said, "I can provide artillery support, but you must also ensure that you can seize the German position."

　　 "I will bring people up there myself." Being forced to this point, it seems that I can only do it myself.

　　 "Comrade Major, let me go." The one who picked me up was Lieutenant Ugard. Before I could answer, he turned and ordered: "Lieutenant Miducci, take your platoon and follow me."

　　 When Ugard brought the soldiers from the Miducci platoon to the middle of the battlefield, the regiment’s artillery company fired. A test shot fell to a place seven or eight meters away from the German position and exploded. The gun smoke had not yet dissipated. The first round of the salvo of shells fell on the German position.

The artillery company belonging to the 　　 regiment is equipped with small-caliber artillery, which has low lethality, but it is more than enough to deal with the German army with only mortars. The flying shrapnel had just cut off the branches, and the ensuing shells blew up a big tree again. From time to time, waves of fire and gunpowder rose from the German position. The German firepower became sparse at once.

The 　　 artillery company only fired two rounds, then stopped shooting, turned the artillery to the other side of the lake, and intercepted and fired the German troops attacking the 131 regiment.

　　 As soon as the German firepower was suppressed, the well-trained Kwantung Army soldiers immediately fired back and the rifle crackled. Then he jumped up and rushed over. When they were more than ten meters away from the position, they stopped and threw a round of grenades. The smoke from the explosion had not dissipated. They had already rushed into the trenches with their rifles.

"Major Oshanina." Seeing the Kwantung Army soldiers attacked the forest, Lieutenant Colonel Hobby, who had been silent all the time, suddenly said, "You should also go to the front line. Even if you seize the German position, You don’t need to leave someone to guard, just withdraw. Your battalion has a small force and no heavy weapons, so you can’t hold it there."

　　 "Yes!" I promised and called Yemelyanov to get ready to set off.

　　 "Remember, you must hold this force, and don't let them run to the German side."

　　 "Yes! I promise to complete the task." I saluted Lieutenant Colonel Hobby, turned over out of the trench, and ran towards the forest.

　　 When I ran to the edge of the forest, the whole battle was almost over. The ground was full of Japanese shouts of killing, gunfire, and grenade explosions. The platoon led by Ugarde and Miducci still stayed outside the forest, squatting in the crater, and using pistols, rifles, and submachine guns in their hands to wipe out the German soldiers who crawled out of the trenches and wanted to escape.

　　 When the battle was over and the battlefield began to be cleaned, two Kwantung Army soldiers came in front of me. Reported to me in bad Russian: "Comrade Commander, we have seized the position and eliminated all the enemies. I am waiting for your next instructions."

　　 I looked at these two soldiers of medium build with mixed feelings. For a long time, I have been thinking about who can win the final victory if the German and Japanese forces meet on the battlefield. After today’s battle, I can see that the German army is victorious in its weapons and equipment, while the Japanese army has a tenacious fighting will. Given the strength and equipment, the German army is by no means an opponent of the Japanese army. Although I have always been disgusted with the Japanese pirates, at this moment they are in the same camp as us, so I can't be too cold towards them. So I tried to stay calm and asked them: "What are your names."

　　 The bearded soldier on the left replied, "Kwantung Army Captain Hojo Tanio."

　　 The handsome soldier on the right said: "My name is Park Junsuk, I am from North Korea."

　　 I nodded blankly and said, "You did a good job, and you have done a great job. Gather the troops, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, first go back to the hillside to drink some water and eat something, and take a good rest."

　　 After the two saluted me, they turned around and summoned their subordinates to walk towards the hillside with guns. The original team of four hundred people, after brutal fighting, only less than eighty people remained. In order to prevent misunderstanding, I asked Lieutenant Miducci to accompany them back together.

Lieutenant Ugard, who had cleaned the battlefield, came to me and whispered: "Comrade Major, the battlefield is cleaned. One platoon of Germans was wiped out with 48 soldiers and nine mortars from three mortars. One mortar was captured. And five boxes of shells, one light machine gun, three submachine guns, and eleven rifles. There are no prisoners."

　　 "No prisoners?" I stared at him and asked strangely: "Why?"

Ugarde grumbled to the backs of the Kwantung Army soldiers, saying: "This group of Japanese has attacked too hard, and even the wounded of the German army have not let go. Even if they raise their hands and surrender, they will make up their guns and bayonets. "

　　 I looked at the team of the Kwantung Army soldiers who had left, and secretly reminded myself that I must be more alert to these people. They are just a double-sided blade, and when used well, they can be their own help; but if one is not careful, maybe they will turn back in front of the battle, stabbing hard behind us.

　　 "Comrade Major, what shall we do next?" Ugard interrupted my contemplation, and he couldn't wait to ask, "Is it necessary to leave the platoon of Lieutenant Miducci in this position?"

　　 "No need." I waved my hand, repeating what Lieutenant Colonel Hobby had just said, "We are small and lack heavy weapons. We can't hold it. Bring the spoils and we will withdraw!"

　　 "Yes!" Ugarde said loudly.