Burning Moscow

　　 As a traverser, I am confident that the troops under my command will be victorious when the enemy and the enemy have roughly the same amount of equipment. But I am absolutely not arrogant and confident that I can hold on to such an important strategic point just by relying on the No. 100 Commanders under my hands.

　　 Not to mention that the German army sent out large forces to attack, it was a routine bombardment of our army's positions every day, and within a week, there would be no living people left on the positions. I stayed to stick to this high ground, that is, to do my best. I can last as long as I can. I only hope that more people from the 2nd Assault Army can break through.

　　 I held the position with a mortal determination. I did not expect that in the next two days, although the guns on the east side kept beating, the waves in front of our position were calm. Not to mention the offensive Germans on the opposite side, they have not even fought cold guns, and our place has become a forgotten corner.

　　 I was idle, I stood on the hillside again and looked at the troops passing by. The previous two days were almost lightly armed forces, and today, in addition to the troops carrying heavy materials, there are also many civilians carrying simple luggage in the passage. Due to the large number of people and no one to maintain order, the entire passage seemed crowded, and people were slowly squirming forward.

　　 At this moment, the carriage that was walking in the front suddenly overturned, and several heavy boxes on the carriage rolled down, blocking the passage. Although the soldiers and civilians who followed have bypassed the roadblock from the **** of the hill, the speed of the march was inevitably affected.

　　 I trot to the place where the car overturned and came to the group of officers and soldiers who were trying hard to lift the carriage up, and in front of the commanders who put the big box together, I asked loudly, "Which part of you are you."

As I shouted, a political cadre wearing a big brimmed hat came up to me and said solemnly: "I am the battalion-level political commander Zalilov, and I am the 2nd Assault Army "The Brave". The head of the editorial department. Who are you?"

I first pointed to the carriage that fell to the ground and replied: "I am Major Oshanina, the battalion commander of the 327th Division. I am now in charge of the high ground defending the passage. Comrade instructor, I want to remind you that we are now in To break through, you must be as light as possible, but you are carrying so many unnecessary materials. If you encounter an enemy attack, you and the troops behind you will be very dangerous."

　　 Zalilov snorted from his nose and said in a mocking tone: "Comrade Major, according to your opinion, what should we do to suit your wishes?"

　　His attitude is not friendly, and I was not polite to him, and said coldly: "Please immediately order your subordinates to throw away everything except weapons, ammunition and food, and move forward lightly."

　　 In response to my reminder, he retorted unconvincingly: "What right do you have to order me? You must know that these printing presses are valuable assets of the group army. We must protect these equipment as we protect our eyes."

"Comrade instructor," even though I wanted to get angry when I saw this kind of political worker, in order to restore the corridors as soon as possible, I still patiently said to him, "Although these equipment are precious, they are compared with the lives of our vast Red Army soldiers. , They are insignificant. Your moving speed has greatly slowed the breakout speed of the troops."

"Comrade Major, please don't be alarmist. Even if we sacrifice our own lives, we must protect these precious equipment in the printing plant." He paused and said in a strong tone, "Also, according to the regulations, the rank Under the same circumstances, political workers have the final decision."

　　 "You...!!!" His words made me speechless. Since he has brought out the regulations to press me, we are not in the same system, so I really have nothing to do with him. So I just glared at him fiercely, then turned back angrily. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

　　 As soon as he entered the command post, Lieutenant Ugarde walked in, saluted me, and reported: "Comrade Major, there is bad news. We are out of food."

　　 I had just sat down, when I heard what he said, I immediately jumped up from the stool and asked nervously: "Lieutenant Ugarde, is there no food for the troops?"

He was crying and nodded and said: "At the beginning of the breakout war, the troops had only three days of food left. Originally wanted to wait for the heavy siege to be refilled, but we unexpectedly stopped here. I didn't get it, so as of today, all the food has been eaten and nothing is left."

　　 I have run out of food, this problem gives me a headache. If there is no food, we can't last two days at all. Before the Germans can come, the commanders and fighters on the ground are too hungry to move. Next, what should we do, stay or leave?

　　 was in a dilemma, suddenly there was the scream of cannonballs outside, followed by a violent explosion, shaking the soil on the roof to fall down.

　　 Ugarde yelled: "No, the Germans are about to attack." He patted the soil on his shoulders, and said to me: "I'm on the ground." Then he ran out.

Seeing Ugarde running out, I suddenly understood: the Germans have not found any offense or shelling in the past few days. They are not forgetting us, but are accumulating strength and preparing to come and take our defense and break through. The high ground of the passage. It seems that today we are going to face this endless battle. When I think of this, I suddenly feel that my back is chilly, and the cold sweat can't stop flowing down.