Burning Moscow

A long truck and several motorcycles were parked on the road outside the village. Captain Gusev, Captain Burda, and Captain Chumark led their troops and boarded the vehicles one by one in order.

Captain Boroda, who came to see off, handed a Bobosha submachine gun and joked with me in a low voice: "Comrade Commander, you can't hold a pistol without bullets and lead the commander in a war. Let's charge! Bring this submachine gun, it will come in handy."

I know that the pistol that he said without bullets refers to the one he gave me last time. The old face blushed. While receiving the submachine gun, he asked embarrassedly: "Do you have pistol bullets?"

"Yes," he promised to take out a paper box from his carrying briefcase, and opened the lid for me to see. There were dozens of yellow, orange, and orange pistol bullets neatly stacked inside. He may think that I have never used a submachine gun. When he handed the carton to me, he specifically warned: "This submachine gun has a drum capacity of 71 rounds. The bullets are pistol bullets. This bullet can be used on a pistol. , Can also be used on submachine guns."

I replied faintly: "I see." Then I wanted to put the bullet box in my trouser pocket. But Boroda stopped me in time. He handed over a brand new briefcase and said, "Comrade Commander, this is the briefcase I prepared for you. You can put the bullet here."

When my original briefcase broke through, I threw it away because it was too cumbersome. Now, seeing Boroda consider it so thoroughly for me, I didn't refuse and took the briefcase generously. He slung it on his shoulder and put the bullet into the bag.

At this time, Major Antonov, Chief of the General Staff, came over, raised his hand to salute me, and reported: "Comrade Commander, the troops have all boarded the vehicle. Can you leave? Please instruct!"

I paid a gift. He didn't answer right away, but asked him: "Comrade Major, which car did you take when the troops set off?"

Antonov pointed to the armored car in the distance and said: "I'm in that armored car and will be the guide for the troops in front."

I saw a few three-wheeled motorcycles full of soldiers parked next to the armored vehicle. I pointed there and asked him: "Comrade Major. What's the matter with those motorcycles?"

Antonov glanced back and replied: "That's a company of scouts sent by Captain Burda. They will follow me to open the way and perform reconnaissance missions."

After hearing his answer, I nodded in satisfaction, and then said: "Since the troops have boarded the vehicle, let's go."

After Major Antonov saluted me. Turned around and ran to the armored car at the front of the convoy. I turned around. He stretched out his hand to Boroda who was standing by and said with a smile: "Comrade Chief of Staff, I will give you all the command in the division. We will have a period of time later."

Boroda held my hand tightly, "Comrade Master, I hope we can meet again soon. Good luck!"

"I will." After speaking, I let go of his hand. Stride towards the truck at the back of the convoy. Came to the co-pilot's side, pulled the car door, and got into the cab with the help of the driver.

Perhaps this path in the woods was not repaired after the outbreak of the war, coupled with the German air raids and shelling, there were large and small craters everywhere. In order to prevent the truck from accidentally overturning into the pit when it was moving, the driver had to carefully avoid one after another black crater. As a result, the speed of the vehicle was not much faster than that of walking.

The car drove forward for two hours, and when I was about to lose patience, the car stopped. The driver who was driving turned his head and said to me: "Comrade Commander, we are at the place."

Almost at the same time, the commanders shouted from the front: "Get out of the car!"

"Get off all!"

After a while, a sergeant jumped from the car in front of me. He stood under the car and shouted at the soldiers in the compartment: "Listen to my command, get out of the car!" Following his command, the soldiers They turned over the baffle and jumped out of the car.

When the soldiers who got off the car began to form the team, I also got out of the car and walked along the dirt road to the front of the convoy.

In a short while, I came to the forefront of the team. At this moment, Major Antonov, Captain Gusev, Captain Burda, Captain Chumak, and others were all here. Seeing me walking by, a few people quickly raised their hands and saluted, and reported: "Report to Comrade Commander, the troops have arrived. Location, please indicate!"

I paid a gift, walked up to Antonov, and asked, "Comrade Major, how far is the Olegzh region from here?"

Antonov replied without hesitation: "Report to the commander, comrade, enter the forest from here and walk about three kilometers north to reach the guerrilla station."

I turned my head to look at Captain Gusev and told him: "Comrade Captain, you take the second company to stay, guard the car and build simple fortifications, and the company of Captain Burda and I will go to the guerrilla station in Olegzh to meet the general. come back."

Gusev said embarrassedly: "Comrade Commander, it's better for me and Yilian, and you and Erlian stay."

After hearing Gusev’s words, a company commander, Burda, also helped him persuade me: "Yes, comrade commander. The forest is too dangerous, you should stay here, and let comrade battalion commander act with our company. I assure you that Comrade General will be taken out."

I waved at the two of them, and said firmly: "This is an order, execute it!"

The two looked at each other, and they could only answer with a wry smile: "Yes!"

Our unit was divided into three parts, and the deputy company commander led a platoon in front to clear the way and marched toward the depths of the forest. I walked to the middle with Major Antonov and the soldiers in the second platoon. Captain Burda walked behind with three rows, each one hundred and fifty meters apart, so that even if any platoon encounters an attack, it can quickly Supported by the other two platoons.

Since I have repeatedly emphasized that Germans may be encountered in the forest, everyone must be extra careful when moving forward. Captain Burda seemed to have an issue with my statement. I seemed to vaguely heard him say to the deputy company commander that I was nervous, but he still conveyed my order to the letter.

Because the troops are advancing while searching. The marching speed will certainly not rise fast. As I walked, I heard a soldier next to me muttering: "... Marching with a woman is trouble. When have you seen Germans in this area, do you need to be so cautious? Go on like this. It is estimated that the destination will not be reached until dark."

I just glared at this ruthless soldier. I cursed inwardly: "This idiot. If you are marching in the forest without being vigilant, when you are ambushed by German troops, you will not be able to cry until then..." Before I could finish my cursing, I suddenly felt another bad feeling , As if someone was hiding nearby watching us.

I quickly shouted: "Stop!"

Following my command, the troops stopped advancing, and all the commanders cast their puzzled eyes on me. Major Antonov carried a submachine gun. He ran in front of me from a short distance and asked in a low voice, "Comrade commander, why did the troops stop advancing?"

I squatted down, put the **** of the submachine gun on the ground, held the barrel with both hands, and beckoned him to squat down before saying, "Major Antonov. I feel like there are Germans nearby."

Antonov learned how I squatted on the ground. Looking around, he asked in a low voice, "Where is it?"

I shook my head and said, "I didn't see the Germans, just instinct."

Antonov and I squatted and talked, and the rest of the commanders stood in place and looked around.

At this time I heard the grumbling soldier whispering: "Neurotic!"

I tolerated him just now, but this time I don't want to tolerate it anymore. I was about to stand up and swear him a few words.

With a "pop" gunshot, a flower of blood splashed on the soldier's shoulder. He screamed and fell to the ground, tumbling and screaming while clutching his shoulders.

As the soldier fell to the ground after being shot, Antonov yelled hurriedly: "Provide!"

Almost when Antonov yelled to lie down, I fell to the ground and raised my gun to look for the direction of the bullet.

The surrounding soldiers reacted differently. The fast-reacting soldiers immediately squatted on the ground, while the slow-reacting soldiers stood in a daze with their guns in their hands.

There was another gunshot, and the ensign standing nearby fell down. He was the platoon leader. What exactly was his name, I didn't ask. But he was not as lucky as the warrior who had just complained. He was shot in the chest and fell straight to the ground. There was no movement.

From where the soldier was shot, I knew where the bullet came from. I quickly turned the gun, and pulled the trigger in that direction. Since I haven't used this submachine gun for a long time, dozens of rounds of ammunition were all burned out in one breath. But my shooting also pointed out the direction for other officers and fighters. As soon as my gunfire stopped, dozens of rifles and submachine guns fired violently in that direction. I tossed the submachine gun that had all shots out, and rolled several times on the spot, came to the wounded soldier, grabbed his rifle that had fallen aside, and aimed in the direction where the bullet flew.

A hundred meters away, a figure flashed out from behind the tree and ran away quickly. I slowly put his back into the front sight and pulled the trigger. With the gunshot, the figure fell to the ground.

I stood up and said to Antonov who was still lying on the ground: "Comrade Major, you send a few people over to have a look."

Antonov agreed and called several people to run over there with a cat waist.

As soon as the major left, the deputy company commander who opened the road in front and Burda who had broken off all rushed over. Seeing me standing in place safe and sound, Burda sighed with relief, and then asked after saluting: "Comrade Commander, what happened just now, did you encounter a German ambush?"

I shook my head and said, "It's not like the German ambush maybe just a lost soldier."

While speaking, Antonov ran back carrying a German rifle and reported to me: "Comrade commander, there is only one German soldier, and he may have lost his way in the forest." He handed me the German rifle. , Sincerely complimented: "The gun you just shot was really accurate, and you shot a headshot."

I took the rifle, slung it on my shoulder, and said to a few people with a calm expression: "Go ahead. Remind the soldiers to be cautious so as not to be attacked by Germans again.

"Yes!" Several people agreed to leave. I hurriedly stopped Burda: "Comrade Captain, please wait a minute. There is a wounded man here. Find someone to bandage him. The second lieutenant platoon leader died. You send someone to send his body to the truck first."

The troops continued to move forward, the marching speed was still very slow. Because of the **** fact just now, everyone understands that being careful is not a bad thing, so no one complains any more.

In this way, it took us three full hours to get close to the station of the Sazanov guerrillas. Looking at the forest cabin tens of meters away, Antonov volunteered and said: "Comrade commander. Leave the task of contacting guerrilla comrades to me. I have been to this place several times before. It is not just Sazanov. Comrades know me, even many of his soldiers know me."

"Okay!" I nodded and said, "When you see Comrade Sazanov, tell him that we are here to meet General Afanasyev and ask him to send the general out as soon as possible."

Antonov agreed, slammed the submachine gun over his shoulder, and trot towards the guerrilla camp.

Watching him go away. I turned my head and called Burda: "Comrade Captain."

Captain Burda, who was standing by, heard me calling him, ran over quickly, stood straight in front of me, and asked, "Comrade Commander, what instructions do you have?"

"Let the soldiers disperse and hide, and release guard posts in four directions at the same time."

Burda heard this order from me. Can't help but froze. Then he asked back: "Comrade commander, why do you need to set up a guard? You must know that the guerrillas are in front of you."

I didn't explain it to him, but said coldly: "This is an order, execute it."

Burda saluted helplessly, and honestly let the soldiers disperse and hide. And released a guard sentry.

I squatted by a tree and raised my telescope to observe the guerrilla station. Soon I saw many people pouring out of the resident. They were divided into two groups. Seven or eight people walked in the front. Among them was Major Antonov who had just been in charge of contacting them. A few dozen meters away, a group of soldiers followed, because their faces were blocked from time to time by trees, and I couldn't see whether there was General Afanasyev whom I wanted to respond to.

Major Antonov and the guerrillas in plain clothes walked more than ten meters away from us. Because there was no one to see, he looked around strangely and shouted: "Comrade Commander, where are you? Can't see you?"

I stood up from the tree and answered him loudly: "Comrade Major, I am here."

Antonov saw me appear with a smile on his face, bowed his head and said a few words to a short fat man with black hair next to him, and then ran towards me. When he arrived in front of me, he raised his hand to salute and reported: "Comrade commander, I have brought General Afanasyev, and Comrade Sazanov from the guerrillas is also here. He wants to see you."

Humpty Dumpty quickly walked in front of me, stretched out his hand to me, took the initiative to introduce: "Hello, Master Oshanina, I am the captain of the guerrilla, Sazanov, I am very glad to see you here."

While holding his hand, I said friendlyly: "Hello, Comrade Sazanov, I am also very happy to meet you. Thank you for protecting General Afanasyev. I represent the commander of the Volkhov Front. General Meretskov thank you."

While speaking, General Afanasyev and a dozen soldiers had arrived not far from me. I quickly let go of Sazanov's hand and ran towards the general. I ran in front of him, and after standing at attention, I solemnly saluted him and reported in a loud voice: "Report to Comrade Military Commissioner, Major Oshanina, Acting Commander of the 378th Division, to report to you. We are Commander Mei of the Feng Front. General Letskov’s order is here to answer you. Now I am waiting for your instructions!"

General Afanasyev looked me up and down, and said strangely: "Aren’t you serving as the commander of the infantry battalion in the 327th Division of our 2nd Assault Army? When did you run to the 59th Army again, and why? Where is the acting commander of the 378th Division?"

I smiled at him and replied politely: "Comrade General, this is a long story. There are Germans nearby, so it's not safe. Let's go back to the division headquarters first, and I will tell you in detail. "

General Afanasyev nodded and walked to Sazannov again, holding his hand tightly, and said gratefully: "Thank you, Comrade Sazanov, for your kindness to me, I will never forget."

Sazanov said modestly: "Comrade General, look at what you said, we are all comrades in arms. It is right to help you. Besides, Comrade Vaskov first met you in the forest. With his help, you In order to reach our station safely."

Hearing what he said, the general nodded repeatedly and said, "Yes, yes, if we didn't meet Comrade Vaskov in the forest, my soldiers and I are still wandering around in the forest. Where is Comrade Vaskov? "

Vaskov, when I heard this name, I couldn't help raising my eyebrows. I thought it wouldn't be so coincidental. I met the warrant officer here again?

Unexpectedly, there was such a coincidence in the world~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Vaskov, who was called by Sazanov, was really the warrant officer who saved me a few days ago. He was brave on the battlefield, but at this moment, facing the general who thanked him, he seemed a little cautious.

I stepped forward and said loudly to Sazanov: "Comrade guerrilla captain, can you give me Vaskov?"

As soon as I said my words, everyone was stunned, and everyone's eyes turned to me. Vaskov saw me standing in front of him with an uncontrollable smile on his face.

Sazanov asked curiously: "Comrade Commander, do you know Vaskov?"

I nodded vigorously and smiled and said, "Yes, Warrant Lieutenant Vaskov was my superior before he became a guerrilla. He once led me to fight tenaciously with the Germans."

Hearing what I said, everyone suddenly realized. General Afanasyev asked, "Major Oshanina, where do you plan to arrange Comrade Vaskov to work?"

I pointed to the guard company standing behind me and said: "On the way here just now, a famous platoon leader was killed by a German attack. I plan to let Comrade Vaskov serve as platoon leader in the guard company. "