Burning Moscow

Facing the frowning Cuikov and Shumilov, I did not dare to answer their questions immediately. Although I have a more comprehensive understanding of the Gulag concentration camp from the book network of later generations, at this time, under the strict secrecy mechanism of the Soviet Union, it was still a secrecy organization unknown to the public. If I answered the two people's questions casually, it would definitely arouse their suspicion. In that case, some things would be difficult to explain.

Seeing that I was still silent, Shumilov urged: "What's wrong, Lieutenant Colonel Oshanina. Why don't you answer our question, what are you thinking?"

Up to now, it is obviously impossible not to answer the two people's questions. I took off my helmet, straightened my hair with my hands, and asked ignorantly, "Two commanders, what is the Gulag concentration camp? Is it the place where the Germans held our prisoners of war?"

Hearing what I said, the two couldn't help smiling relatively bitterly. Shumilov made a gesture to Trikov and said cautiously: "Comrade Cuikov, you should answer Oshanina's question."

Cui Kefu smiled helplessly and said to me: "Oshaninna, how can I put it, Gulag is the branch operation department of the Ministry of Internal Affairs in charge of the labor reform camp and supervises the sentence and transportation of detainees. The Gulag concentration camp is the people of the house. Labor camps under the jurisdiction of the committee."

Although Cui Koff only briefly introduced what the Gulag was, and did not mention the composition of the personnel engaged in forced labor, I was very clear in my heart that among the people imprisoned in the concentration camps, except for a few political prisoners, Most of the rest were arrested and imprisoned because of absenteeism, theft, or anti-government jokes.

I quickly pretended to have a sudden realization, and took over his topic and said, "Oh, I understand. In other words, the people who came out of the Gulag concentration camp are all dangerous criminals who are mainly criminals."

Shumilov nodded lightly and said: "It's almost what you mean. The higher level's consideration is still reasonable. If they are broken up and organized into various companies, it may become an unstable factor in the army."

I sometimes really can’t understand Lao Maozi’s contradictory way of thinking, so I asked inexplicably: "Since they are not a stability factor, why are they still sent to our troops?"

Shumilov stood up straight. Shaking his fist, he said sternly: "When our motherland is facing death, the leaders of the Ministry of Internal Affairs decided to give them a chance to stand for their sins and make meritorious deeds out of humanitarian considerations. Let them use their lives to atone for their sins and use their blood. Come to wash away the crimes they committed."

Shumilov’s remarks made me seem to understand. At this moment, his image in my eyes is not like a commander of a group army, but more like the unsympathetic political workers at the beginning of the war.

When Shumilov finished speaking, Trikov brought up the old things again and asked: "Oshanina. You already know what happened to the Gulag concentration camp, but you have not answered my question. How should we arrange this group? Personnel from the concentration camp." He spoke carefully, and when he heard the prisoners from the Gulag, he used the word personnel rather than criminals. Hearing what he said, I knew in my heart that he had sympathy for these people.

For these people from the Gulag concentration camp, it is necessary to prevent them and use them in the most dangerous areas. How to arrange them is really a headache. I took off my helmet again, straightened my hair, and said to myself: "What should I do? You can't give them a rifle each. Let them charge toward the enemy's position..."

"This idea is really wonderful." Before I could finish my sentence, Shumilov had already shot the case and exclaimed, repeatedly saying: "Lieutenant Colonel Oshanina's idea is really wonderful. Organize these prisoners, everyone Fire a gun and let them charge toward the enemy's position."

"But most of these people have not undergone military training. Once encountered by the enemy to stop shooting, I dare say that most of them drop their weapons and turn around and run." Cui Koff immediately pointed out the shortcomings of this plan to Shumilov. Place.

Shumilov walked back and forth in the room two times with his hands behind his back, and suddenly said excitedly: "Yes, add a machine gun to the back of the offensive queue and place the supervising team. Once they retreat, the supervising team will use machine guns mercilessly. We shoot them. We just want them to know that attacking is dead and retreating is also dead. Instead of dying in shame at one's own gun, it is better to rush up bravely against the enemy's bullets, so that there is still a glimmer of life. There is also the possibility of becoming a hero."

What Cui Kefu said, I didn't hear it very clearly. I remembered the heavy-loss attack organized by the Japanese death squad near Liuban. Although the victory was finally won, the death squad also suffered from casualties. Then I thought about the group of recruits who had just put on military uniforms and rushed towards the enemy's position without hesitation. When the attack was frustrated and retreated, they all died tragically at their own guns. Scene.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but raised my hand and slapped myself in the face, scolding myself secretly: I didn't mention a good suggestion, because I had such a bad idea. If this style of play is promoted in the front army, there will be tens of thousands of people who will die in vain because of my suggestion.

The movement here shocked Cuikov and Shumilov. They asked me strangely, "Oshanina, what are you doing with your slap?"

I quickly put on my helmet and rubbed my beaten cheek with my hands. I tried to squeeze out a smile and replied, "I was hitting a mosquito. A mosquito stopped on my face just now."

Shumilov said, and asked Cui Kefu with interest: "Comrade Cui Kefu, what do you think of my proposal just now? Should we sort out the content we discussed and report it to the front army headquarters."

Cui Kefu lowered his head for a moment, and nodded in agreement with Shumilov's opinion: "Comrade Commander, I agree with your proposal. Just report it to the Front Command."

Hearing that they had decided such an important matter in a few words, my heart was bleeding. I just said that just now, and I didn't expect it to arouse Shumilov's interest. However, what the two commanders have already decided is not something I can stop, so I can only stand by and watch them report new plans.

When Shumilov heard the low voice of General Yeleimenko coming from the microphone, he said with some excitement: "Hello, Comrade Commander of the Front Army, I am Shumilov, commander of the 64th Army."

Yelyomenko heard him report his family. Just said lightly: "Oh, it's Comrade Shumilov. Call me so late, is there anything important?"

"That's it, Andrei Ivanovich. Comrade Trikov and I just figured out a way to house the prisoners from the Gulag concentration camp."

"What way, let's listen to it." Yeliao Menko still said lukewarm.

"Send each of them a rifle, and then order them to charge towards the enemy's position. Of course, we also consider that these people have not received special military training, and they are actually on the battlefield. They are likely to turn around when they fight. The situation of running back, so we plan to set up machine guns and deploy the supervising team behind the offensive team. If they turn around and run back, we will use machine guns to destroy all the cowards and force them to continue to attack the Germans. Charge in position."

"It's nonsense, it's nonsense." Yelyomenko said angrily when he heard this: "You think you have machine guns behind them. Will they attack the Germans without hesitation? If they were on the battlefield, The Germans surrender collectively, what should we do? Don’t think that the machine guns you deployed will determine the victory or defeat of the battle. If the Germans accept their surrender, they can send armored troops to protect them."

Yelyomenko's words, like a bolt from the blue, knocked Shumilov stupid. He obviously thought of this at the moment. After a moment of loss of state, he suppressed the shock, slowly recovered his calm, and tried his best to maintain a calm posture, grinned reluctantly, trying to say something. But he swallowed again.

Hearing that there was no voice here, Yeleimenko said loudly: "Comrade Shumilov, why are you not talking anymore, am I wrong?"

"You are right, Comrade Commander of the Front." Shumilov finished his sentence with difficulty. Put down the phone. Then he said to Cui Kefu who was standing next to him: "Comrade Cui Kefu, our proposal was rejected by the commander of the front army."

Cui Kefu waved his hand and said indifferently: "If you veto it, you can veto it. Were the various plans recently reported by our army group that have been rejected by them. Let's continue to discuss how to place these people."

Hearing that the plan to exterminate humanity had been rejected, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. I hurriedly stepped forward and reported: "Two commanders, I have a suggestion. I don't know if I should say it."

Shumilov sat weakly in his seat and said weakly, "Comrade Oshanina, just let me know if you have any thoughts."

"Comrade Commander, you just said that the front army headquarters does not allow these people from the Gulag concentration camp to be directly assigned to the existing troops. It can only organize another team, is that right?" I thought to myself. I finally took this opportunity to ask one of his questions.

As soon as my question came out, Shumilov and Trikov looked at each other, then nodded at the same time, and said in unison: "Yes, this is what the Front Command requires."

Cui Kefu listened to my question, and asked with interest: "Oshanina, do you have any thoughts when you ask like this?"

I smiled and replied: "There is an idea, I don't know if it's good or not. Since the superior asked us to allocate the 20,000 people to the existing troops, then we will organize them into a transport team."

After listening to Cui Kefu, he chuckled and asked, "Twenty thousand people have become a transportation team. Is the size of this transportation team too big?"

"Yes, it is inconvenient to manage a transport team of 20,000 people." Shumilov immediately agreed.

After the two of them finished speaking, I went on to say: "I mean, this transport team is only in name. After we assign them to the divisions, we will let them transport supplies when there is no fighting. , We allotted them weapons and let them participate in the battle. In this way, we did not violate the orders of the superiors, but also added soldiers to the divisions. I don’t know what the two commanders think about this matter? "

"This proposal is good, I agree." It was Cui Kefu who agreed first.

And Shumilov thought about it for a long time, and then hesitated: "Comrade Cui Kefu, do you think it is necessary to report this plan to the front army headquarters?"

When he heard what he said, my heart couldn't help but hang up, and I had to report it to the front army headquarters, maybe just like the proposal just now, it was directly rejected. Fortunately, Cui Kefu stopped him in time: "Oshanina’s proposal was not implemented before it was implemented. We don’t know how effective it is, and we can’t just report it to the front army headquarters, lest it be rejected again." At this point, Cui Kefu switched. topic. Asked, "When will the new recruits arrive?"

Shumilov raised his hand to look at his watch and replied: "Their leading unit should have arrived. I asked the commanders who led the team to go to the division headquarters of the 208th division first. I will send someone to meet them. "

"Then I'll go and see it myself." Cui Kefu is a resolute and resolute character. He just walked away. He waved his head at me and said, "Lieutenant Colonel Oshanina. Come with me."

Although the 208th division is responsible for the security of the group army headquarters, their division is in another village five or six kilometers away from the headquarters.

We are four people in a car again this time. Before getting on the car, I also specially reminded Cui Kefu: "Comrade Commander. It's getting dark, I'm afraid the road will be unsafe. Look, should we bring more people together?" I am not worried about the Germans, but the 20,000 prisoners who are about to come. If they mutiny, they can kill us all with bare hands.

Unexpectedly, Cui Kefu waved his hand again. Confidently said: "No, there are too many people to target but it is not safe. Moreover, we went to the division headquarters of the 208th Division. There is no danger in our own territory."

When we arrived at the village where the headquarters of the 208th Division was located, the sentry on duty at the entrance of the village stopped our car.

Seeing the soldiers standing in front of the car, the obstacles in the middle of the road were already standing in the middle of the road. The driver poked his head out impatiently, and said impatiently: "Hey, I said Comrade Soldier. In the car is General Trikov from the headquarters of the Group Army. He has an urgent need to see Colonel Vosliboinikov. Hurry up. Let's make way."

Unexpectedly, after the driver’s words were finished, the sentry who blocked the road did not react at all. There was even a corporal walked to the car and said in business: "Sorry, comrade driver. The village is under martial law, and there is no command from the teacher. Allow entry and exit."

"What are you talking about, comrade corporal." I pushed the door and jumped out of the car, walked around the front of the car, walked to the front of the corporal, and asked loudly, "No one is allowed to enter or leave. This refers to the comrades, commander of the group army. If you are not within this range, quickly order your people to leave the road. We still have important things to find your teacher."

"I'm sorry, comrade lieutenant colonel." The corporal glanced at my military rank and said very personally: "No one is allowed to enter the village without the command of the division commander. Even if the commander of the group army comes, it is no exception."

"What are you talking about, there is a kind of saying it again," I was so angry that I pointed my finger to the corporal's nose and said loudly, "If you talk nonsense, I'll smoke you."

"No one can enter the village without the command of the teacher."

"Lieutenant Colonel Oshanina," just when I was furious with this stubborn corporal and was about to raise my hand to strike him, Cui Kefu pushed the car door and got out of the car. He walked in front of us and said, " Don’t get angry, comrade Corporal did the right thing.” Then he turned around and said to the corporal: “Comrade Corporal, I’m the deputy commander of the group army Trikov. I have important things to find your commander, Colonel Vosliboinikov. Please inform us."

The corporal saw that there was a general standing in front of him, and he hurriedly stood up and saluted, and replied politely, "Hello, Comrade General. Please wait a moment, I will call." Seeing Cui Kefu waving at him , Hurriedly turned around and ran all the way into a small guard box at the entrance of the village, probably calling his superiors.

In less than two minutes, the corporal ran out of the guard box and greeted the soldiers on duty to remove the obstacle in the middle of the road. After arriving in front of us, he raised his hand in salute again and reported: "Comrade Deputy Commander, Comrade Commander is waiting for you in the division headquarters." At this point, he turned his side and pointed to the road in the village. Please drive your car along this road, turn right after the second road condition, and you will see a large wooden house, where is the division headquarters."

Of course the division commander Voslibojnikov could not stay in the division headquarters and wait for us~www.wuxiaspot.com~ When our car was tens of meters away from the headquarters, the colonel led a large group of people to greet us. Come up. Seeing our car stopped, without waiting for Cuikov to get off, he came to Cuikov’s side of the car window and said loudly, "Comrade Deputy Commander, Colonel Vosliboinikov, Commander of the 208th Infantry Division. Come to report to you and wait for your instructions!"

Cui Kefu pushed the door and got out of the car and reached out to him. While shaking hands, I heard Cui Kefu ask him in a low voice: "Comrade Colonel, are those people here?"

Vosliboinikov also replied in a low voice: "More than two hundred people have come. I have placed them in the barn to the north of the village. A dozen commanders leading the team are waiting for you in the headquarters. ."

"Go, go and see."

When I walked into the division headquarters and saw the dozen or so commanders inside, I noticed at a glance that only two were political workers sent by the superior, and the rest were prisoners from the Gulag concentration camp, because they were all prisoners. Wearing new military uniforms, but if you look carefully, you can find that apart from being skinny, their eyes flicker and their behaviors are particularly restrained.

Sure enough, I heard Voslibojnikov call the two political workers and introduce to Cuikov: "These two comrades belong to the Political Department of the Front Army, and they brought the team here."