Burning Moscow

　　 I opened my eyes and found that everything around me was white, with white ceilings, white walls, and white bedding. Seeing these things, I knew that I was lying in the hospital now. I closed my eyes and thought for a while, but didn't think about how I came to the hospital. The last impression left in my mind was that a shell exploded behind Bahadu.

　　 "Comrade Commander, you are awake!" There was a girl's surprise shout next to me. I turned my head and saw that it was a young nurse in a white coat.

　　 "Where am I?"

　　 "This is the rear hospital of Yuzhnaya." After she answered my question, she ran out of the ward. I looked around. This is a single ward. In addition to the bed I slept in, there is also a table and a armchair in the room. There were piles of clothes stacked on the chair, and I recognized at a glance that it was the military uniform that I was wearing before.

　　 I moved my hands lightly without any pain. After moving my feet again, everything still feels good. It seems that my injury is not serious at all. I groped up and down my whole body with my hands for a long time, but I didn't find any injured parts.

　　 At a strange time, the door of the ward opened, and the little nurse came in with several doctors and nurses. After they came in, they were very busy taking my temperature and blood pressure.

　　 After some intense examination, I found that everything is normal for me. An old military doctor who only checked me with a stethoscope while wearing a mask said: "Comrade Commander, it is a miracle that you can wake up. You should know that you were in a coma for a week in the hospital bed. Although there were no scars on your body, We have never been able to wake you up."

　　 "Huh?!" The military doctor's words shocked me, and I was actually lying on the hospital bed for so long. I couldn't help asking him anxiously: "Comrade doctor, does my body matter?"

　　 "It doesn't matter, Comrade Commander. From the results of the examination just now, you are in very good health and you can be discharged at any time." When he said this to me, there seemed to be a sense of relief in his tone. Then he turned to the little nurse and said, "Aniya, you stay and take good care of Comrade Commander. Do you understand?"

　　 "Understood, Comrade Dean." Hearing what she said, I couldn't help being surprised. In order to check my body, it was the yard of the military hospital who went out in person. It was too important to me.

　　 This group of doctors and nurses packed up the instruments and left the ward with confidence, leaving only the little nurse named Aniya.

　　 After everyone left, my little nurse handed me the clothes on the chair, and then chatted with her while putting on the clothes: "My dear, your name is Aniya?"

　　 "Yes, Comrade Commander." She answered me somewhat restrained.

　　 "What did you do when you were a nurse?"

　　 "I am a student of Lenin Normal University, and I just entered my sophomore year this year. After the war broke out, the school was closed. Although no one mobilized us, most of the classmates were on the front line, so I followed."

　　 "Do your classmates work in the hospital?" I asked again.

　　 "No, Comrade Commander. Except for me and a few female classmates who worked as nurses in the hospital, the rest were all in frontline combat troops or building fortifications in the city."

　　 "Oh." I nodded, opened the quilt, and began to put the men's army pants that didn't fit well on my legs.

　　 "Comrade Commander, why are you wearing men's military pants?" Aniya asked curiously.

　　 "It's too cold to wear a skirt, and the quartermaster didn't send me a fitted army pants, so I temporarily borrowed one from a comrade-in-arms."

　　 "Do all the female soldiers wear skirts?" She really stopped me when she asked. I only remember that when in Leningrad, the female soldiers of the anti-aircraft machine gun company wore blue skirts, and the female soldiers commanding traffic on the street also wore skirts. As for the other female soldiers, since I arrived in Moscow, I seem to have not seen other women in the army, so I really don’t know what they wear under their skirts, skirts or trousers.

　　 "How's the situation on the frontline?" I quickly turned the topic off and asked about the things I am most interested in.

　　 "Still fighting." Her answer was very vague and general. It’s no wonder that the internal information of the Soviet Army is too obstructed. Not to mention her little nurse, even a battalion-level or regiment-level commander also doesn’t know where the battle is going. All they can do is gather the troops. Just enter the battle position assigned to them by their superiors on time.

　　 "Am I really in a coma in bed for a week?" I doubted what the military doctor said just now. I didn't have any scars on my whole body. I was just stunned by the air wave of the shell. How could I be in a coma for so long?

　　 "It's true, Comrade Commander." Aniya answered me with an innocent expression on her face. "During the days when you were unconscious in bed, many higher-level commanders called to find out about your situation every day. I heard a classmate who worked in the courtyard office said that the person who called was the teacher of your teacher. , Commander of the group army, and even General Zhukov, commander of the front army."

　　I put on the military jacket and cotton army pants, but did not find the military coat I wear every day, so I asked Aniya, "Ania, I still have a military coat. Did you see it?"

"I know where it is." Aniya nodded desperately and said, "The day you were sent to the hospital, the army coat was covered with blood. It was as wet as if it were fished out of the water, so when you took it off, I sent it to the laundry room. Wait a minute, I'll get it back for you right away." Then she opened the door and ran out.

　　 I sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the roof in a daze. Thinking back to the situation before the injury, the shell exploded behind Bahadu. I was stunned, and he was even more fierce. The blood stains on our army coat are probably from him.

Aniya took the army coat back to the room and handed it to me. I took the clothes and took a closer look. I found that although the army coat had been carefully cleaned, there were still large brown marks on the front. Look. When I came to Bahadu, I had already sacrificed, and I couldn't help feeling a little sad.

　　 "Comrade Commander, what's wrong with you?" Aniya asked curiously next to her.

　　 "It's nothing," I wiped the tears that fell on my cheeks with the back of my hand, and said to her: "Don't always call me Comrade Commander, I'm too awkward to hear. Call me Lida."

　　 "Understood, Lida." The little girl changed her words very quickly.

　　 "Do you know where to call?" After putting on the army coat, I asked Aniya again.

　　 "You can call in the yard office." The little girl volunteered and said to me, "I'll take you there."

　　 In the office of the yard, there is only another little nurse. It is estimated that she is the classmate that Aniya just said. Sure enough, Aniya came forward and said something to her, and the nurse picked up the phone and asked me: "Comrade Commander, where do you want to call?"

I thought about it for a while, call Panfilov, fearing that the battle is unfolding near his division headquarters, it is not appropriate to call at this time; call the group army headquarters, in case Rokosovsky is commanding nervously. In combat, when you receive a call from me when you are in a bad mood, you may scold me and you can't make a call. Let's call Zhukov, the commander of the Front Army. Anyway, I am also the special commissioner he sent to the 16th Army, and there are more reasons to call him. So I said to the little nurse: "Give me the command of the Western Front."

　　 "Okay, Comrade Commander." The little nurse started dialing a number, and then said to it, "Hello, please take the command of the Western Front."

While waiting for the call to be connected, I said to Aniya, "Aniya, please go and help me with the discharge procedures. I need to go back to the army as soon as possible." Aniya agreed and turned around. Ran out of the dean's office.

　　 "The phone is connected, Comrade Commander." The little nurse handed me the microphone. I took the microphone and heard a familiar voice from inside: "I am the headquarters of the Western Front, where are you?"

　　 "I am Lieutenant Colonel Oshanina, please take me to General Zhukov."

"Hello, Comrade Lieutenant Colonel. I am Second Lieutenant Vasily on duty, and I will help you pick up Comrade General." His self-reported identity reminded me of the second lieutenant who stopped me at the front of the headquarters on the day when the major general committed suicide. The voice just now sounds familiar.

　　 "This is Zhukov, where are you?" Zhukov's familiar and somewhat serious voice came from the microphone.

　　 "Hello, Comrade General. This is Oshanina, may I report to you back to the headquarters?"

　　 "How is your physical condition?" Zhukov asked with concern.

"everything is normal."

　　 "Since everything is normal, don't stay in the hospital. Come back to the headquarters as soon as possible. I am short of staff here." After he said this, he hung up the phone.

　　 With the discharge certificate prepared by Aniya for me, I went to the hospital alone and stopped a downwind military vehicle to the headquarters of the Western Front. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

　　 As soon as he walked into the headquarters, he met some familiar faces from time to time. When everyone saw me, they all smiled and nodded to me. When he came to Zhukov’s office, the second lieutenant on duty quickly got up from the table and greeted me: "Comrade Lieutenant Colonel, you are here, Comrade General is waiting for you inside." He opened the room for me. Gate.

　　 I walked into the room and saw Zhukov was busy at the table, first took off his army coat and hung it on the coat rack, then walked to him and stopped a few steps away from him.

　　 "Is there anything to report?" He felt someone approaching, and asked without looking up.

　　 "Report to Comrade General, Oshanina has recovered from her injury and was discharged from the hospital. She has specifically come to report to you. I am waiting for your instructions." I stood at attention and saluted and reported loudly.

　　 "Lida." He looked up and saw me. He threw the pencil in his hand on the table and stepped over to me in one step, holding me tightly in his arms.

After letting me go, he took two steps back, looked me up and down, then frowned and said, "What is your dress? The upper body is wearing a female soldier's summer military jacket, and the underneath is wearing men's cotton that doesn't fit. Army pants, it looks really awkward."

　　 "These military pants are borrowed from my political instructor. The skirt is too cold and it is inconvenient for war." I hurriedly explained to him.

He heard what I said and didn't say a word. Instead, he picked up the phone on the desk, dialed a number, and said to it: "I am General Zhukov. You will prepare a small winter uniform for me and send it over immediately. Hurry up. Do you understand?"