Burning Moscow

　　 Fight the bayonet! As soon as I heard this word, my head was dumbfounded. In the absence of artillery cover, light infantry was used to attack the Germans' tightly guarded positions. Isn't this not killing oneself by hitting a pebble? Thinking that I will be holding a bayonet tomorrow, and following a group of big masters to die, I can't help but feel confused.

"Major Oshanina, what are you thinking?" The teacher's stern voice suddenly rang in my ears, awakening me from a state of cranky thinking. I raised my head and looked at him blankly, asking somewhat at a loss. : "Comrade Commander, I don't know what instructions you have? I am waiting for your order."

　　 Colonel Anchufeyev did not speak, but snorted heavily. At this time, Lieutenant Colonel Yevgeny's voice came from behind him: "Major Oshanina, where are you still standing and wondering, come to the table and look at the map."

　　 I looked around. The commanders standing next to me were all around the wooden table looking at the map at any time. I was the only one who stood there stupidly and didn't move. It's no wonder the teacher didn't give me a good face. My face blushed and I hurried to the table and stood with the lieutenant colonel who reminded me.

　　 It can be seen from the map that our 2nd Assault Army was completely surrounded by the Germans. To the west is the target that has been attacked for half a year-Liuban; to the north and south are forests and swamps; the only way out is to attack east, trying to fight with the 52nd and 59th Army Groups that had adhered to the lines of communication. Converge.

　　 Just as everyone was frowning at the map in front of them, a report voice came from the door: "Comrade Reporter, Commander of the 1127th Regiment, Lieutenant Colonel Habi, was ordered to come and listen to your orders."

　　 "But I'm looking forward to you." The commander greeted him, grabbed his hand and shook it vigorously, and asked with concern: "Lieutenant Colonel Hobby, how is the road going smoothly? Has the whole regiment been brought here?"

　　 Lieutenant Colonel Hobby replied loudly: "Yes, Comrade Commander. The whole regiment is here."

Seeing my immediate boss appeared, I couldn’t turn a blind eye. I hurried over and saluted him: "Hello, comrade commander! Major Oshanina will report to you that the third battalion arrived at the division on time, ready to go. Fight, at your command."

　　 Hobby pulled his hand back and gave me a gift. Before he had time to speak, the colonel was dragged to the other side of the table to look at the map. Seeing this friendly scene of them, I was jealous and hateful. The teacher and several regiment leaders had a good relationship, but I had an indifferent expression to the battalion commander recommended by my superior. It is estimated that if he hadn't obstructed the superior's order, he might have driven me away.

Habi looked at the picture for a while and asked Anchufeev: "Comrade commander, did General Privalov's attack on Dolgovo go smoothly yesterday? I heard that the group army headquarters also specially sent Saviliyev's guerrillas. Cooperate in action."

Anchufeev sighed and bit his molars and said: "The offensive troops have been wiped out. At the beginning of the battle, General Plivalov was seriously injured and the troops were handed over to his deputy commander. Because of the enemy and us. There is a huge disparity in power. After a tenacious battle, all the commanders and fighters of the offensive force sacrificed. Even the captain of the guerrilla detachment, Savilyev, also sacrificed honorably." He pointed the map with his finger and introduced the combat mission to everyone, "The mission of our division. It was an offensive along the narrow-gauge railway, opening up the passage in Miasnebor, and meeting with the guerrillas led by Nosov who were active there. In this offensive, the group army sent Comrade Sotnikov’s guerrillas The team came to assist us."

　　The guerrillas are also guerrillas. It seems that there are more guerrillas here than the regular army. I thought to myself that these guerrillas would be able to fight an ambush, burn a military vehicle and blow up a warehouse. If they really want to fight a positional battle, wouldn't they let them die?

　　 Next, Anchufeyev began to dispatch combat tasks: the Yevgeni regiment, as the first regiment of the entire division, launched an offensive on time at five o'clock in the morning. As the second echelon of the 1128th regiment, when the first regiment tore apart the enemy's direction, it quickly carried out an assault, tore up the breach, and encircled and annihilated the German forces on the position. The Hobbit regiment I belong to acts as a reserve team, acting together with the division headquarters.

　　 After giving the order, the colonel looked around and asked: "Are the tasks clear?"

　　 I wanted to put forward my own opinion. If there is no cover of artillery, to attack the German defensive position, even if it breaks through, it will pay a painful price. It is better to change the strong attack to a sneak attack, which can achieve the greatest result at a relatively small cost.

　　 was about to speak, several heads had already replied in unison: "Understood, I promise to complete the task." Seeing that it was done, I had to shut my mouth obediently.

　　 Then Anchufeev waved his hand and said: "Since the task is clear, hurry up to assemble the team and enter the offensive starting position as soon as possible."

　　 Everyone agreed in unison, and left after saluting.

　　Russian summer, days are long and nights are short. At four o'clock in the morning, the sky was slightly brighter. In the forest one kilometer away from the attack position, the brigade members crowded together and looked at each other nervously. There was no sound of talking or coughing in the queue, only the sound of bayonet rifles colliding slightly with each other.

　　 The commanders did not dare to call the team loudly in the queue, but sent the order back in a low voice. As the order was issued, the infantry that had originally gathered together slowly separated according to the order of attack. The soldiers of the Yevgeni regiment passed through the middle of our queue and marched forward without hesitation.

　　 The hour hand just pointed to five o'clock, a red signal bounced into the air, and the attack began.

　　 "Ula!" The soldiers of the Yevgeny regiment shouted loudly and rushed towards the German position a few hundred meters away with their rifles.

　　 I stand up straight ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ raise the telescope and look at the enemy's position.

　　 The forests on the outskirts of Leningrad are the same as the forests of Moscow. Every certain distance, there will be a clearing of forests. The small ones are no more than a thousand meters long and wide, and the big ones are more than two or three kilometers long and wide. The German army dug numerous foxholes where the narrow-gauge railway stretched into the forest. They did not see any strong firepower points and there was no barbed wire in front of their positions. On the right front of the railway track, there is a **** with an altitude of over a hundred meters. There is a figure shaking on the slope. It is estimated that there is a defensive position built by the Germans.

　　 Facing the imposing assault team of our army, the German remained silent. The offensive team slowly approached the edge of the forest. At this time, the Germans opened fire, and bean-like gunfire sounded.

　　 The charging team crashed and collapsed. There were fallen people everywhere. I am far from the battlefield, otherwise I would definitely hear the screams and groans of the wounded.

　　 The Germans kept firing, pouring out bullets intensively, hitting the middle of the attacking team. Although the commanders and fighters in the front row of the Yevgeni regiment fell one by one, the soldiers who followed did not stop, and they were still rushing forward without hesitation. The originally neat queue became chaotic when they bury their heads in the charge. .

　　 Seeing that the front team was about to rush into the forest, the German army opened fire at the firepower point on the soil slope.

　　 When the Germans fired, I immediately discovered that all they had built on the hillside were machine gun positions, and several machine guns were shooting at the offensive team from high ground. The blood mist is no longer splashed in clusters, but clusters in the crowd, as if it were spewing. The commanders and fighters of the Yevgeny regiment, twisting their bodies, fell in front of the enemy's position in rows.