Burning Moscow

I was awakened by a rapid knock on the door. I raised my hand and looked at my watch. It was just four o’clock in the morning. Although it was already bright at this time in summer, it seemed to be a bit early to get up. I was very unhappy. Asked outside: "Who is outside? Is there anything?"

　　 The knocking outside the door suddenly stopped, and there was a pause for a few seconds before I heard a young voice reply loudly: "Comrade Major, the troops are about to go. Captain Boroda asked me to call you."

　　 I was sleeping in my clothes, and when I heard the troops were about to leave, I jumped off the bed and put on my boots and opened the door. At the door stood a subordinate of Captain Boroda, and a motorcycle parked behind him. As soon as he saw me appear, he hurriedly stood up and saluted and reported: "Comrade Major, Captain Boroda asked me to pick you up. Please get in the car!"

　　 After I got into the sidecar, the soldier started his motorcycle and drove along the street towards the entrance of the village. I asked the soldier driving the motorcycle: "Comrade soldier, where is the army?"

"Report to Comrade Major that the troops were assembled half an hour ago and are now on standby outside the village." Hearing the soldier's answer, I couldn't help smiling again and again. It seems that I was too tired recently. I slept so hard last night. I didn't even hear such a big movement of troops.

　　 At the entrance of the village, I found a strange phenomenon: a tank and motorcycle commanded by Captain Boroda stopped not far from the entrance of the village. The chief of staff and his troops, however, stopped farther away. In addition to the neat infantry phalanx and tank detachment, there was also a team of neatly parked trucks.

The motorcycle stopped in front of Captain Boroda. I got out of the sidecar and asked Boroda strangely: "Comrade Captain, why do you have to leave so early except for anything? Also, why don’t the 378th Division’s troops leave? Stay with you?"

Boroda smiled bitterly and said, "At three o'clock in the morning today, just after the dawn, the convoy sent by Colonel Doroviev came to the outside of the village. Along with the convoy, there was another one drafted by the colonel himself. Order to have the Chief of Staff take all the troops back to the station immediately, and no longer participate in our search for General Vlasov."

　　 I did not bother to go up and examine why Dorofeev issued such an inexplicable order. Instead, I asked Boroda: "Comrade Captain, what are your plans?"

Boroda thought for a while and replied: "I plan to spend another day searching the neighborhood. If I still cannot find General Vlasov, I will go directly to the front headquarters and return to General Meretskov. "Speaking of this, he paused for a while, then asked, "Comrade Major, what do you plan to do? Act with us, or go back to the 378th Division?"

　　 To be honest, it is indeed much safer to go back to the division headquarters of the 378th Division than to follow Captain Boloda around behind enemy lines. But if I choose, I'm still willing to act with the captain. In the 378 Division, seeing Colonel Dorofeev, I felt uncomfortable.

　　 Just wanted to tell the captain that I would act with him. Just about to speak, I suddenly remembered Alik who was still in the medical station of the 378th Division, so he gritted his teeth and changed his mind: "I'm sorry, comrade captain. Although I want to go with you to find General Vlasov, the actual conditions are true. No, I have to go back to the 378th Division to find my son."

I thought that saying this would be despised by Captain Boroda, but he did not expect him to say very understandingly: "Major Oshanina, I think your choice is correct. After all, the child has only found it, and he needs the company of his mother by his side. ."

　　 Seeing that I was going to part ways, I took the initiative to reach out to Boroda and said gratefully: "Comrade Captain, thank you for your understanding. I believe your search and rescue operation will be successful, and good luck!"

　　 After shaking his hand, Boroda took off the belt around his waist and handed it to me along with the holster, saying, "Major Oshanina, you stay in your defense with this gun."

　　 Since the last time I was captured, I have basically been in a bare-handed state. At this moment, seeing Boroda give me his gun, I did not refuse, and took it and tied the belt to express my gratitude to him.

　　 He smiled at me, then straightened his body to salute me, then turned and climbed into the tank.

　　 After the tanks and motorcycles commanded by Boroda went west, I walked towards the 378th Division in the distance.

　　 I walked up to the chief of staff standing next to the jeep and came to salute. Then he asked straightforwardly: "Comrade Chief of Staff, why did you gather the troops so early?"

The chief of staff did not expect that I would ask this suddenly, and he was visibly stunned before repliing: "I received the command of the division commander, saying that in the forest near the division headquarters, I found German troops. In order to ensure the division headquarters It’s safe for me to assemble my troops urgently and return quickly in a truck sent by the division."

An army officer who was standing next to the chief of staff suddenly asked: "Comrade chief of staff, can you leave?" Seeing the chief of staff turn around, he saluted and ran to the front of the infantry line with a loud voice. The voice shouted: "Get in—the car!"

　　The tank detachment opened the road ahead. The jeep we were riding in followed behind them, and behind us was a long convoy. In addition to the soldiers of the original 378th Division, there were also commanders and fighters of the original 2nd Assault Army who were rescued yesterday.

　　 I was in the back seat of the car, and the chief of staff was in the position of the co-pilot. After more than ten minutes of silence, I couldn’t help but ask again: "Comrade Chief of Staff, please pardon me. Commander Dorofeev should have a lot of troops in his hands. We will send a convoy to take us. Hundreds of people in this mere picking up, isn't it a bit of putting the cart before the horse?"

　　 The chief of staff turned around in his seat, glanced at me, coughed, and replied in an official tone: "I don't know the specific situation. Anyway, it is the order issued by the superior. I will execute it unconditionally."

　　 After hearing the Chief of Staff say this, I couldn't keep asking, but I always felt that something was wrong, otherwise the troops would never have rushed back so early.

　　 Not to mention, it’s easy to use a truck to travel. Yesterday, I walked for ten hours. Today, it only took more than an hour. The troops returned to the village where the 378th Division is located.

　　 The driver put me down near the medical station and drove to the division.

　　 I wandered into the medical station. The stretcher with the wounded was neatly placed on the floor. Several female hygienists were busy taking care of them. One of the rooms inside should be an operating room, because I saw two male hygienists wearing red cross sleeves. They lifted a wounded person out, put them on the ground with a stretcher, and lifted the other one. The groaning wounded entered.

　　 "Major Oshanina," I heard a familiar voice calling me, and when I turned my head, a familiar face came into my eyes. I couldn't help but cried out in surprise: "It's you, Sergeant Nina." This acquaintance is Nina, the sanitation worker in the camp, and Captain Diomi's dream lover. At the moment she is lying on a stretcher, elbows half of her body, smiling at me.

　　 I quickly walked to her side, squatted down, and asked with concern: "Nina, what's the matter with you, where did you get hurt?"

Nina smiled bitterly and replied: "I hurt my leg. Two days ago ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ went to rescue a comrade who fell on the battlefield, the stretcher who acted together accidentally stepped on a German landmine. He I sacrificed on the spot, but I was injured by shrapnel in my leg."

　　 "It doesn't matter, right? Will there be any sequelae?"

"I had an operation yesterday, and the military doctor helped me take out all the shrapnel from my leg. He explained that one day he could send me and the other wounded to the back. After a period of training, I would return to normal without leaving any sequelae. ."

　　 I was talking with Nina, and suddenly someone next to me called me: "Comrade female soldier, hello, I am glad to see you again."

I turned my head and saw that it was Ulanova who took care of the child for me. I quickly stood up, held her hand, and said gratefully: "Ulanova, it turned out to be you. Thank you for helping me take care of the child. Where is he now, did he trouble you?"

　　 "He is resting in the dormitory of the hygienist. I will take you over when I'm busy later."

　　 "Thank you! Ulanova, I really appreciate you!"

"Ulanova," Nina on the stretcher suddenly asked, "How come there are so few hygienists today? Yesterday I saw there were fifteen, but today there are only seven, which is half the number. What is going on? What's the matter?"

　　 "I don't know, I don't know, I don't know anything." When Ulanova heard this question, she suddenly became flustered. After speaking incoherently, she ran away.

　　 Seeing her performance, Nina and I looked at each other immediately. What is going on? Why is she so panicked when she hears this question? It is a pity that none of us knows the answer.