Burning Moscow

Sitting in the jeep, I leaned back on my back and closed my eyes to rest my mind. The two communicators had a boring argument. I didn't take it to heart. My mind kept echoing the last words of Lieutenant Yambekov: "Farewell." Come on, comrades, don't forget us..."

At this moment, the jeep bumped suddenly and then stopped. I didn't care at first, but the car stopped for a while, and still didn't move. Then I heard Cui Kefu's impatient voice: "Comrade Driver, what happened?"

"Comrade Commander," the driver replied somewhat cautiously, "it seems that the car has broken down, I will go down and have a look." Then I heard the sound of the car door. I quickly opened my eyes to see that the driver had gotten out of the car, and Cui Kefu was still sitting in the front row awkwardly. I quickly asked, "Comrade General, what happened?"

After Cui Kefu glanced at the driver who lifted the front cover of the car, he turned his head and said to me, "There is something wrong with the car, and the driver has got out of the car to fix it." After that, he pushed the car door, leaning out half of his body, and said Sternly asked: "When can the fault be eliminated?"

Hearing his question, the driver hurriedly replied: "Comrade Commander, there is something wrong with the carburetor. Please wait for a while. It can be resolved within five minutes at most."

Cui Kefu raised his hand and looked at his watch. There was nothing, and he sat back in his place again.

The driver said five minutes, but at least two five minutes have passed, and the car's fault has not been eliminated. Cui Kefu waited impatiently, and pushed the car door again and leaned out. But before he had time to ask the driver, suddenly a shout came from outside: "Air raid alert, all get off."

Cui Kefu heard this shout. Hurriedly turned around with his hand on the car door. Shouted at us: "Air raid. Get out of the car and find a place to hide immediately."

When I got out of the car in a panic, I found that not only the people in our car had gotten off, but also all the people in the jeep behind. Seeing the bare plains around the dirt road, with no hiding place, I couldn't help but panic. Xin said that with so many people crowded together, as long as a bomb is dropped from the sky, we can all be reimbursed.

Just when we were all in a panic. I inadvertently raised my head and glanced into the air, and my hanging heart fell to the ground. He walked quickly to Cui Kefu's side and said loudly to him: "Comrade Commander, don't worry, it's the enemy's reconnaissance plane."

Cui Kefu also looked into the air and shouted at the messengers running around: "Comrades, don't panic. It's the enemy's reconnaissance plane. The plane has no weapons."

Hearing that it was an unarmed reconnaissance plane, most of the communicators stopped. Look up at the enemy plane in the sky. The enemy's reconnaissance plane suddenly lowered its altitude and passed low above our heads. Let us have to lower ourselves to avoid. At this moment, a communication soldier who had been sitting in the back of the vehicle ran to the plain with his legs.

Seeing the signal soldier fleeing, a signal soldier stood up and shouted at the back of the man: "Hey, where are you going? You fool, where are you going?!"

Unexpectedly, the sergeant shouted for a long time, but the communication soldier continued to run forward. At this time, a corporal rushed out of the diagonal thrust, and shouted loudly in a language that I couldn't understand, towards the back of the cowardly communicator. As he shouted, the soldier stopped and turned to look at us. Seeing his subordinates stopped, the corporal yelled a few words again in a foreign language that I didn't understand. At this time, the soldier's mood became stable, and he stepped forward towards us.

I walked up to the corporal and asked him curiously, "Comrade corporal, where are you from?"

When the corporal heard me asking him, he quickly raised his hand to salute, and replied in slightly blunt Russian: "Report Comrade Lieutenant Colonel, I am from Kazakhstan." At this point, he pointed to the soldier in the distance and explained to me: "That The soldier and I belong to the same village. When the sergeant called him just now, the reason he didn't stop was because he didn't understand Russian at all."

While talking, there was a loud noise suddenly in the distance. I turned my head and looked at the place where the explosion sounded. I saw that the soldier covered his chest with his hands and stumbled forward with a painful expression. After walking a few steps, he fell to the ground and stopped moving. Judging from the dirt pit behind him with green smoke, he stepped on a landmine.

The corporal saw his fellow townsman fallen in a pool of blood, shouted, and rushed forward regardless. The rest of the communications soldiers also wanted to rush over, but they were stopped by the sergeant. He shouted to his men: "Comrades, no one is allowed to pass. There is a minefield in front of him."

The communicators originally wanted to rush over, but they stopped when they heard the sergeant say that there was a minefield in front of them, and stood there anxiously watching the corporal who rushed into the minefield.

The corporal rushed to the correspondent's side, leaned down and squatted beside him. After checking, he took his body with both hands and walked towards us step by step. Seeing him getting closer and closer, I stared at his feet nervously, afraid that he would also be out of luck, and accidentally stepped on a landmine planted by our army.

However, the luck of the corporal was good, and he almost walked to us, and did not hear the explosion of the mine again. When he was only five or six meters away from us, the sergeant brought a few communicators to greet him, took the soldier from the corporal, and lifted him to the clearing.

"How is he?" Cui Kefu walked over and asked with concern.

The corporal shook his head and replied in pain, "Comrade Commander, his chest was blown to pieces, all, all blown up! The whole person is no longer good."

Although I saw the communicator lying on the ground motionless, and the military uniform on his upper body had been infiltrated with blood, I still planned to try it, so I told the sergeant: "Comrade sergeant, please ask, who has the first aid kit, help him bandage it. , Carried it to the back of the car. When we hurried back to the group army headquarters, we can find a military doctor there."

The driver of our jeep walked up to Cui Kefu and reported to him: "Comrade Commander, the car is repaired, please get in the car!"

Cui Kefu nodded, turned and walked towards the jeep. I said to the communicators who were bandaging the wounds of their comrades: "Comrades, hurry up and get your comrades in the car. We must rush back to the headquarters as soon as possible."

Sitting behind Cui Kefu. Thinking of the communication soldier who was alive and dead. A thought came to me suddenly. So he hurriedly asked Cui Kefu in the front row: "Comrade Commander. Do we have many troops from Asia in our group army?"

Cuikov turned his head to look at me, nodded, and asked in surprise: "Almost all the troops added in the later period are from Kazakhstan, Uzbekistan, Georgia and other places. These places are all in Asia. What are you doing for this?"

I quickly expressed my concern: "Comrade Commander, the soldier who stepped on the landmine just now is from Kazakhstan. From his injury, I just discovered a very serious problem."

Cui Kefu might see my expression serious. Hurriedly asked: "Oshanina, what do you mean? What do you want to say to me?"

"Comrade Commander, the serious problem I am talking about refers to the commanders from these places. Many of them don't understand Russian. They didn't understand the orders we gave!"

"What? I don't understand Russian!" Hearing what I said, Cui Kefu jumped up from his seat and hit the ceiling with his head. He held the big brimmed hat crooked and said in an unbelievable tone: "No way. Most of the commanders from Central Asia don't understand Russian?!"

"Yes, Comrade Commander." The sergeant sitting next to me took the topic. "Allow me to report to you. It is really difficult to work with these fighters from Central Asia. It is worse because of language difficulties and the resulting misunderstandings. Coupled with their lack of understanding of modern technology, They are more likely to be dizzy or even frightened by air strikes."

After hearing what the sergeant said, Cui Kefu nodded thoughtfully, and said: "What you said is really a problem. If half of the commanders do not understand Russian, the orders issued by the superiors will not be well implemented."

The sergeant waited for Cui Kefu to finish, hesitated for a moment, and summoned the courage to say: "Comrade Commander, there is one more thing, I want to report to you."

Hearing that the sergeant was about to report to Cui Kefu, I couldn't help but glared at him fiercely, and said that without looking at your identity, I wanted to report information to the commander of the group army by leapfrogging to see how you get caught up later. Cui Kefu scolded. But seeing the blood-stained military uniform of the sergeant, I remembered the scene of him lifting his wounded comrade again, and I couldn't help but hesitate. I wondered if I should help him speak nicely when he was blamed by Cui Kefu later.

Seeing Cui Kefu frowned, he said impatiently: "Just tell me if you have anything, don't hesitate."

The sergeant agreed and began to report: "Comrade Commander, this is the situation. A week ago, I was in the 284th Division. Half of the division was Tatar fighters. Because of language barriers, the political staff in the division were right. When they carried out political propaganda, they became playing against the bulls. Because their indoctrination was unsuccessful, many people did not know what the war was for. In this case, destabilizers appeared...."

"Shakers?! What Shakers?" The sergeant's words aroused Cui Kefu's curiosity.

"Comrade Commander, I have heard about this, so let me report it to you in detail." When the sergeant said the beginning, I immediately knew what he was going to say, and quickly took over the topic. After all, Some things he said are not very appropriate. As for the sources of the news, they all come from military forums of later generations. After seeing Cui Kefu nodding, I went on to say: "Because many soldiers didn't understand the meaning of this war, and because they couldn't communicate with their superiors, there was a shaker who was greedy for life and fear of death. A member of the 284th Division. The Tatar decided to run away because he felt that the future was bleak. He crawled out of his position while it was dark and crawled towards the German position. But his luck was not good and he lost his way in no man's land. This deserter had nothing to do with him. Without noticing it, he climbed to the position of the 685th regiment. He saw a bunker in the command post and got in. He thought he had reached his destination, and thought that the commander staring at him strangely in front of him must be Germany The Soviet uniform was just a disguise, so he immediately declared to the commander standing in front of him that he had come to surrender. Because the commander could not understand him, he also found an interpreter. Understand what he said..."

"What happened afterwards?" Cui Kefu asked curiously.

I shrugged my shoulders and replied: "What else? Of course I was shot. You know. This is a crime of treason. The punishment for them is to shoot them directly."

"Commander, Comrade Lieutenant Colonel is absolutely correct. It is true." The sergeant added hastily.

Cui Kefu didn't dwell on the language problem, but changed the subject directly and asked: "Sergeant, do you know the order No. 227 issued by the Supreme Commander?"

The sergeant nodded vigorously and replied: "Yes, Comrade Commander. The order says that you are not allowed to retreat!"

Cui Kefu followed his words and asked: "Comrade sergeant. Do you know how your group army will deal with people who retreat without permission after this order is issued?"

The sergeant became a little hesitant when he heard this question. I could tell from his expression that he obviously knew a lot of things. After all, he had been in the group army command for a period of time. He probably knew a lot of inside information and encouraged him. He said, "Go ahead, Comrade Sergeant. Just report what you see or hear to Comrade General. Even if you make a mistake, Comrade General will not blame you."

"Lieutenant Colonel Oshanina is right. Comrade Sergeant. Just talk about it." Cui Kefu echoed me in time.

With our permission, the sergeant became bolder. He said clearly: "Since the issuance of Order No. 227, many destabilizers and deserters have indeed been executed in the group army, but some have been killed by mistake. people."

"Mistaken killing?! There have been accidental killings in the group army." Cui Kefu raised his eyebrows when he heard this word. Seeing his scary expression, the sergeant closed his mouth in fright and did not dare to talk nonsense.

I quickly encouraged the sergeant: "Don't be afraid, you just need to tell the truth of the matter as it is."

With my encouragement, the sergeant continued: “As far as I know, a 19-year-old lieutenant of the 196th Infantry Division, in the battle, the palm of his left hand was pierced by a submachine gun bullet. Someone reported to the superior that the lieutenant had injured himself in an attempt to achieve the goal of being a deserter. Then he was arrested and soon shot to death in front of other commanders of his own troops."

"Anything else? You continue." Cui Kefu said with a frosty face.

Seeing the sergeant trembling and hesitating, I knew that he would not dare to report more to Cui Kefu, otherwise he might incur a murder himself, so he proactively said: "Comrade Commander, I happen to know that Some things that happened in the 64th Army, now take this opportunity to report to you.” Having said that, I paused, and turned my head to look at the sergeant beside me, only to see a grateful expression on his face. I turned my head and continued to say to Cui Koff: "In a regiment of the 204th Division, after the battle, the commander counted the numbers and found that two fighters were missing. Because of the fierce battle, the two fighters It is difficult to define whether they were sacrificed or deserted. Unexpectedly, the regimental commander and regiment political commissar insisted that the two soldiers were deserters, and gave the company commander an order to severely punish the platoon leader of the deserter’s platoon. The young second lieutenant platoon commander, who had only been in this regiment for a few days, couldn't even recognize the soldiers under him. How could he understand the situation of the two missing soldiers? But the company commander resolutely carried out the superiors regardless of the actual situation. Ordered, he brought the instructor to the trench and fired a shot at the head of the platoon leader."

"Asshole, you're an asshole." Cui Kefu cursed fiercely. After taking a few deep breaths, he asked: "Oshanina, are there any more? Keep telling me."

I tried hard to recall what I saw in the post. Although I remember most of the content, a lot of it hasn't happened yet. What I say now is a magic stick. So I said vaguely: "I don’t know the specific things. But you also know that I have been in a lot of troops, and I have dealt with those who have retreated from the front. I know that some commanders and fighters who were executed were arrested by people from the Ministry of the Interior after a few complaints because of the defeat of the troops. They were being executed on the grounds of defeatist anti-Soviet behavior. At times, they usually claim that there is a lot of evidence that they plan to betray the motherland ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and surrender to the enemy."

After listening to Cui Kefu, he sighed and said: "In this cruel battle, we cannot tolerate cowardice, and we cannot give it any room for survival. Comrade Stalin once quoted Lenin to warn all officers and civilians: Those who do not want to Those who do their best to help the Red Army. Those who do not obey the orders and discipline of the Red Army are traitors and must be eliminated mercilessly. In order to ensure the victory of this war, all "warmthism" is unacceptable. Just like The frontline troops always risk being killed by their own artillery or aircraft, and there must be cases of improper military trials and law enforcement."

In the future, Cui Kefu would say a few good things for the officers and soldiers who died unjustly, and take a warning to ensure that there will not be so many unjust cases in future battles. Unexpectedly, he could say this from his mouth, which inevitably made me a little bit chilly.

Hearing me not talking, Cui Kefu turned his head and asked me specifically: "Lieutenant Colonel Oshanina, what are you thinking? Isn't what I said is wrong?"

In front of Cui Kefu, accusing him of his mistakes, I don't want to do such a stupid thing, otherwise, how would I mess with him in the future. I had no choice but to follow what he meant and said: "Comrade Commander, I am thinking that you are right. Enforcing this extremely cruel discipline is very difficult, but only by doing so can we ensure our final victory. To be continued.)