Burning Moscow

After Mikhayev and Grams both left, I remembered that I had just planned to contact Lieutenant Colonel Sergeikov to arrange for him to train recruits, but I was disturbed by unexpected changes. plan.

I sighed, refreshed my thoughts, and then I sat down at the table, took out a pen and paper from my briefcase, and began to write orders to Lieutenant Colonel Sederikov.

I wrote in the order: "Lieutenant Colonel Sergeikov, what you are doing now is mainly in two aspects: 1. Ensure the safety of the defense line, at least until I return to the division headquarters, the main defense of the independent division. The area cannot be captured by the German army. Second, strengthen the training of recruits and improve the overall combat effectiveness of the army.

Since the recruits recruited by the army have not undergone any military training, strengthening the military training of recruits is the top priority of recent work. All new soldiers in the division must undergo intensive training so that they can learn shooting, bombing, and assassination skills in a short period of time, and strive to improve the soldiers' personal military quality, and narrow the gap between us and the German army in equipment and training. We need to form a system where untrained fighters are not allowed to go to the battlefield, and resolutely put an end to the phenomenon that new soldiers go to the battlefield before they have touched a gun. This is a manifestation of being responsible for the lives of every soldier.

Take the new soldiers to visit our fortifications, at least let them understand how to dig the fortifications. In addition, special personnel will be sent to explain to the new soldiers how to prevent the bombing of German aircraft and artillery, how to fight German tanks, and organize targeted training. The new soldiers should also be told that when charging, they should be good at using the terrain, with the help of obstacles, craters on the battlefield, and even the dead bodies of the enemy and us, groups of three or five alternately cover the leap forward. "

Although Rory wrote a lot of words. But after a short pause, I thought that there was still something to be done, and then I wrote: "At the same time, we must strengthen the training of grassroots commanders in the division. At present, our troops have more casualties and are promoted quickly. For those who have gone through the war Test. We must boldly promote the fighters with outstanding performance. Although they are just squad leaders or ordinary fighters, they may be company commanders and platoon commanders or even battalion commanders for a while. If they don’t understand the commanding skills of grassroots commanders, then They can’t lead the troops well. On the battlefield, a wrong command issued by an unqualified commander will cost many innocent fighters blood or even their lives.”

Finish drafting the telegram. I stood up and walked in front of Shura, handed her the paper full of words, and ordered: "Shura, send this to Lieutenant Colonel Sederikov in the form of a telegram."

When Shura took the note in my hand, there was a surprised expression on her face. Maybe she was wondering why I didn't use plain language to talk and sent a telegram instead. But she didn't ask anything, put the note in front of her, and immediately initiated a report quickly.

I went back to the table and sat down as I was about to consider the next deployment. The door was pushed open, and a man in the uniform of a German ensign came in and sat down opposite me. Angrily said: "Comrade Commander, I want to ask, is it your order?"

"What order?" I looked at the guard battalion commander Basmanov in front of me, and asked puzzledly.

"The surrendered Captain Grams, and Lieutenant Mikhayev went to the warehouse to find me and said that on your order, the 38 German prisoners of the 103rd regiment would be released."

I nodded and said affirmatively: "Yes, it was my order. What's wrong?"

"Comrade Commander," Basmanov heard me say. He couldn't help but feel a little anxious, he raised his voice and said, "If these German prisoners are released. What if they take the opportunity to make a mutiny?"

Regarding Basmanov’s concerns, I waved my hand and said, “Don’t worry, Grams has promised me that their people will be honest and won’t cause you trouble. If you don’t If you don’t worry, then don’t put bullets in the guns that are given to them."

"What, give them weapons?" Hearing this, Basmanov jumped up from his seat in a hurry.

I looked up at him and said unhurriedly, "Yes, since I have promised Captain Grams to return his men to him, it is normal to issue weapons to them."

"No, absolutely no!"

"Huh?!" Seeing Basmanoff's gaffe, I frowned, and said displeased: "Captain Basmanoff, I remind you that the teacher of this independent division is me, not you. It’s up to me to decide whether to release the prisoners, or to issue weapons to them!"

When Basmanov heard me say this, he suddenly came down like a frustrated ball. He sat down again in a dejected position and asked uneasy: "Comrade Commander, what I am worried about is the release of these German prisoners. Later, it will become a factor of instability."

"Tomorrow there will be a new German army stationed in the station. If these prisoners are not released to fill the number, our soldiers will easily reveal their flaws." To reassure him, I also specifically explained to him: "I know the Germans. Yes, once they agree to cooperate with you, then they will do a good job at this point, so you don’t have to worry about it anymore."

Seeing that I had said everything, Basmanov nodded helplessly. After all, he was only my guard battalion commander, not my superior. He was not qualified to oppose any decision I made.

Seeing Basmanoff’s gloomy look, it was obvious that I didn’t want to see Captain Grams’s subordinates again. Suddenly, I thought of a way to place him, so I said to him: "Basmanoff Captain, I have a task for you, I wonder if you can complete it?"

Hearing that I had a task to set up, Basmanov immediately became energetic. He quickly stood up and couldn't wait to ask: "Comrade Commander, I am ready and I am ready to listen to your orders."

"Now that I'm ready, I'll give you this arduous task." I also stood up and said with a solemn expression: "Tomorrow there will be German troops stationed in the station, and the trucks on the square in front of the station must be transferred immediately. I am now Order you to bring a company of soldiers to transport this batch of supplies back to the division's defense zone."

Knowing that it was such a task, Basmanov became a little hesitant, and only after a while said: "The Germans are not blind. It might not be easy for our large team to pass through the German defense zone, right? "

It turns out he was worried about this. I thought he was reluctant to go, so I explained to him again: "It's okay, Captain Basmanov. You disguise as Germans and transport this batch of supplies back to our defense zone. If there are Germans on the way to inquire. You said that the train carrying arms was destroyed by the Soviet army the day before yesterday, and the headquarters had no choice but to use cars to transport the weapons and ammunition that were urgently needed at the frontier."

The expression on Basmanov’s face became relaxed. He grinned and replied, "Well, since the teacher and comrades have made arrangements, then I will take some people to take a trip and bring this batch of supplies back to us. To the defense zone." That's it. He paused and then said, "But, comrade commander, you may have to contact Comrade Sergeikov first, otherwise, we finally passed the German blockade and were killed by our own gunfire. It's not worth it."

"Don't worry, Captain Basmanov, I will inform Lieutenant Colonel Sederikov." That said. I also specifically told Basmanov, "Comrade Captain, you must remember. Two of the trucks are loaded with heavy howitzer shells. If there is an accident on the road, even if all other vehicles are lost, We must also ensure that these two vehicles can be delivered to Lieutenant Yegonović smoothly. The artillery battalion is running out of shells. Without the support of the artillery, we will have to pay more for holding our position. "

Hearing what I said, Basmanov's expression became serious again. He straightened his body and assured me: "Please rest assured, teacher, I promise to complete the task."

"Okay. It's not too late. You can choose the fighters who will return to the defense zone with you. For safety's sake. You don't have to return when you return to the defense zone. After all, there is our defense focus."

"But, comrade commander," Basmanov said embarrassedly: "I am your guard battalion commander, and my duty is to protect your safety. If I return to our army's defense zone, how can I protect you? How about your safety? Or, can you perform this task with someone else?"

"No," I saw him trying to retreat, and I sternly said, "You don't need to worry about my safety. Your task now is to safely transport this batch of materials back to our military's defense zone. I understand. ?"

"I understand," Basmanov replied in a low voice.

"Too low to hear!"

"Understood!" Basmanov replied loudly, raising his voice.

I nodded in satisfaction, waved to him, and said, "Now that you understand, then you should hurry up and prepare."

Soon after Basmanov left, Mikhayev and Grams came to my headquarters again. Two German soldiers followed them. Judging from their slightly tired faces, it should be A prisoner who was just released.

Four people stood in a row in front of me. After Captain Grams raised his hand to salute me, he started talking again. My queen interpreter Mikhayev quickly began to interpret simultaneously: "Comrade Master, these two This is my capable subordinate, Lieutenant Gretka, the platoon leader, and Sergeant Swartz, the communications leader.

Originally I thought that when these captured officers and soldiers saw me, they should be extremely jealous when their enemies met, and their eyes would shoot out the hateful gaze that could kill people, but I did not expect that the two of them looked at me with a dull expression, a little bit of hatred. No expressions.

I got up and walked in front of Lieutenant Gretka, and looked at this gentle-looking German officer wearing gold glasses with a smile on my face. I stretched out my hand to him and said in a friendly manner: "Hello, Mr. Lieutenant! Allow me to introduce myself. I am Colonel Oshanina, the commander of the Soviet Independent Division."

"Hello, Master!" Unexpectedly, Lieutenant Gretka spoke fluent Russian. I looked at Mikhayev in surprise and wanted to understand what was going on. The second lieutenant went on and said, "Your Excellency, please don’t be surprised. I used to study at the Tchaikov Conservatory in Moscow for five years. Years, so it’s no surprise that I can speak fluent Russian."

I heard that he had studied at the Conservatory of Music in Moscow. I immediately liked him. I held his hand and shook it vigorously and said, "It turns out to be like this, Mr. Lieutenant, no wonder your Russian is so good. ."

After letting go of his hand, I walked up to the communications squad leader, looked at the old-looking soldier, and then reached out to him. Before speaking, I mumbled to myself, this Sergeant Swartz doesn't understand Russian too, does he?

After I held Sergeant Swartz's hand. He whispered a few words, but I didn't understand a word. Had to turn his gaze for help to Lieutenant Gretka next to him. The second lieutenant immediately understood and translated for me: "Hello, Master, I am glad to have the opportunity to serve you!"

I stepped back, standing against the table, and asked several former German soldiers, "I want to ask you, have you ever participated in street fighting before?"

First Lieutenant Gretka, who understood me, looked around nervously, then raised his hand. Said: "Your Excellency, I participated in a street fight when I captured Kharkov."

"Oh, Mr. Lieutenant, you have participated in street fighting." I couldn't help but be overjoyed after hearing his answer, and then asked with interest: "I can ask you, did you win in the end?"

"Of course, Master." Greetka was a little complacent when it came to his military exploits. "Since the city of Kharkov has been captured by us. Then our street fighting was obviously won."

Before I could express my opinion, Grams, who had just learned about my conversation with the ensign from Mikhayev, coughed heavily, and then stared at the ensign next to him severely. Greetka shivered with fright by his fierce gaze. He closed his mouth obediently.

I understand why Grams did this. If they were still in the battle sequence of the German army, these were undoubtedly worth showing off. But saying these in front of their former enemies would cause them a lot of trouble. However, I am not asking the second lieutenant on a whim, but wanting to understand the street fighting style of the German army. In this way, we will be able to use it in the upcoming battle of Stalingrad city.

I hurriedly waved to Grams and defended Lieutenant Greetka and said, "Captain Grams. Don't blame Lieutenant Greteka. These are all I asked him to say. Although we were enemies before. But now they are standing on the same front. I asked the ensign to learn from him about the useful combat experience for us. "Speaking of which. I told Mikhayev: "Second Lieutenant Mikhayev!"

Mikhayev hurriedly stepped forward and replied loudly: "Here!"

"You immediately run to Lieutenant Colonel Oleg and Vellore's political commissar, and ask them to gather all the officers of the fifth regiment and above. I have important things to announce to them."

After Mikhayev left, I looked at the taciturn German sergeant and couldn't help but curiously asked: "Sergeant, I want to ask how many years have you been a soldier?"

"Report colonel, I have been a telegraph operator in the army for eight years." After listening to the ensign's translation, the communications sergeant replied loudly.

"Sergeant, what I really want to know is, why didn't you alert your superiors when our army attacked that night?"

After listening to the translation this time, the sergeant replied with some shame: "Your Excellency, your sneak attack unit that night first attacked the communication room located in the box office. I and some of my subordinates were all controlled by your people. Now, there is no chance to alert nearby friendly forces or superiors."

After listening to his explanation, I nodded. It seems that this signalling sergeant is not a waste, but because the fifth regiment first cut off the German army at the station and the surrounding German army, our offensive will be so smooth. Found by the enemy.

Then I chatted with Lieutenant Gretka for a while, and we stopped talking until Mikhayev reappeared at the door. Mikhayev stood at the door and reported to me: "Comrade commander, Lieutenant Colonel Oleg, Vellore political commissar, and all company commanders of the fifth regiment are now in the small waiting hall of the station, waiting for you. Coming."

"Let's go, let's go to the small waiting hall." After I said to a few Germans, I walked towards me first. Although they didn't know why I let them go with me, they still followed me honestly.

The area of ​​the small waiting room is not large, only forty to fifty square meters. It is estimated that it belongs to the waiting room of later generations, and there are many benches in it. Seeing us go in, the dozen or so commanders who were sitting in their positions stood up neatly under the command of Oleg and Vilo, and raised their hands to salute me.

After paying the salute, I stretched out my hands and pressed it down. After everyone was seated again, I said: "Comrade Commander, I have summoned you here today because I want the German second lieutenant behind me. Second Lieutenant Retka, tell you how the Germans fought in the street."

As soon as my voice fell, it was like a handful of smoke spreading in a boiling oil pan, which suddenly exploded. In the crowd of voices, I heard a commander dissatisfiedly say: "What, why should the Germans tell us tactics?"

"Yes," someone continued immediately, "These are our defeated men, or the prisoners who have just been released. What qualifications do they have to give us lectures!"

"Quiet, quiet, everyone is quiet!" Seeing the frost on my face, Oleg quickly stood up and shouted at his subordinates. When everyone present was quiet, he continued: " Everyone continues to listen to the teacher's speech."

I sternly said to the group of commanders: "Comrade Commander, I know you look down on the Germans behind me, thinking that they are our defeated men and captives, so you don't have the right to sit on an equal footing with us. Now I Let me tell you why I invited these Germans to give you lectures. Perhaps in the near future, our division will retreat to Stalingrad and engage in cruel street fighting with the invading enemy in the battle to defend the city. I asked Lieutenant Gretka to tell you how the Germans fought street fighting. I just want you to accumulate some street fighting experience, so that it can effectively reduce the casualties of the troops."

Seeing that everyone was silent, I turned to Lieutenant Gretka and said: "Second Lieutenant, now it's your turn. Tell everyone how you engaged our army in street fighting in Kharkov."

Greteka waved his hand again and again, and said nervously: "Your Excellency, forget it, I'll leave it alone."

"Don't worry, just tell the truth. Our commanders need to learn how to conduct street fighting through your narration." Having said that, I turned my head and said to the commanders present: "Comrade commanders, I will remind you again. You say, Lieutenant Gretka is no longer our enemy. From the moment he is released, he is one of us. I don’t allow anyone to discriminate against him. During his speech, what’s wrong with you? If you understand, you can ask him questions, but you must not make a fool of yourself. Do you understand?"

"Understood!" a dozen commanders answered in unison.

I turned around again and said with a smile to Lieutenant Gretka: "Second Lieutenant, it's okay. Next, please tell everyone about your combat experience in the street fighting in Kharkov."

With my encouragement, Lieutenant Gretka took two steps forward, stood in front of everyone, and began to tell about his combat experience in Kharkiv. I quickly greeted Grams, Mikhayev, and the communications sergeant to find a place to sit down~www.wuxiaspot.com~ to listen to the experience taught by Lieutenant Gretka.

Just listen to Lieutenant Gretka said: "...After the large troops invaded Kharkov, our 103rd Infantry Regiment also joined the brutal street fighting. After the street fighting, the troops who had attacked the city in the early stage The casualties were heavy, and my company, who was originally a reserve team, also entered the battle ahead of time.

At that time, the regiment ordered us to seize a block. Because the ground was narrow and could not display too much force, the company commander, Captain Grams, only sent me to lead an attack. In order to strengthen the firepower of our army, the superiors specially equipped our platoon with a Pyro and an 81mm mortar.

Before the attack, I made a special trip to the field hospital and learned a lot of experience from the wounded soldiers there. In street battles, large groups of tanks are not of much use, but are easily targeted by Soviet anti-tank fighters, so I only need two No. 3 tanks. "

As Lieutenant Gretka just said this, Vellore stood up and told her subordinates: "I think this German ensign makes a lot of sense. Please make a record of the commanders: in the street fighting, A large-scale tank is of no use." When a dozen commanders took out pens and papers to record seriously, a smile appeared on her face, and then turned around and made a gesture of please to Lieutenant Gretka. Sit down again. (To be continued)