Burning Moscow

Grams and the German officer walked side by side into the gate of the station, passing through the first floor of the waiting hall under our feet. . 23u.　Look at the latest and most complete novel and then the German soldiers who have completed the assembly, under the leadership of the officers, followed the queue of our soldiers, and entered the waiting hall one after another.

Vellore and I hurriedly went to the other side of the window on the second floor, pasted it against the wall, and carefully observed the situation below. The German officer who entered the station first was standing downstairs, pointing to the troops entering the station. And Captain Grams, who was next to him, nodded with a smile on his face.

Then I saw Grams beckoning to call Mikhayev in front of him, and whispered a few words. Lieutenant Mikhayev nodded repeatedly, then ran to the German soldiers who had just entered the station and shouted at them. Vellore knew that I didn't understand, so he quickly translated for me in a low voice: "Comrade Commander, Lieutenant Mikhayev is saying to these German soldiers, I'll take you to the camping place. Everyone follows closely, don't fall behind.

It seems that Mikhayev wanted to bring these German soldiers to the two warehouses, and then send troops hidden around them to eliminate them all.

When the German soldiers got off the platform, followed the guide of Lieutenant Mikhayev, and walked over a few railroad tracks toward the warehouse in the distance, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. As long as the Germans are in the warehouse, they are the turtles in the urn, and we have to clean them up.

The German officer standing with Captain Grams nodded when he saw that his troops had entered the warehouse, and followed Grams towards my command. Oleg, who had been following them all the time, looked to the left and right. See all my own people nearby. Then quietly raised his hand and made a gesture to me. Then quickened his pace to chase Grams in front of him.

Seeing Oleg's gesture to us, Vellore asked in a low voice: "Comrade Commander, what does Lieutenant Colonel Oleg mean?"

I chuckled and replied, "Don't you understand? Lieutenant Colonel Oleg is telling us that everything is ready. When these two German officers enter the command post, they can be captured."

"Are there only two officers?" Vellore looked out, then quickly retracted his head. He whispered, "Behind the officer, there is a communicator with a walkie-talkie on his back."

"Communicator?!" I really didn't notice just now. Hearing Vellore's words, I quickly went out and took a look, and saw that behind Grams and the German officers, there was one with a soft brimmed hat. , Carrying the radio communicator.

I was not surprised when I saw the unexpected appearance of the communications soldier, because in this way, we were capturing the German commander at the same time. You can ask him to give orders to the correspondents to report false information to higher authorities.

I shook my head at Vellore and said, "Let's go. Vellore political commissar, let's meet this new German commander."

Vellore said with a gesture: "Comrade commander, have you forgotten? The task you gave me is to wait for the German soldiers to enter the warehouse and immediately lead the troops ambushing near the warehouse to attack, and solve this group of enemies as soon as possible. ."

Hearing what he said, I slapped my forehead sharply, cursing myself for being confused, and forgetting such important things. So I nodded and said to her quickly: "Since this is the case, then go and perform the task. Comrade Vellore, remember, you must send troops to rush decisively when the Germans have relaxed their vigilance and are not prepared. Go in and disarm them all. If you can't shoot, don't shoot."

After explaining all this, I carefully went down the broken stairs and walked quickly to my command post.

When I reached the door, the sentry outside the door saw my arrival, did not speak, but pointed to the room with his hand, and stretched out three fingers at the same time, indicating that there are three Germans in the room. I smiled at the sentry and walked quickly to the door without knocking. I pushed open the door and walked in.

As soon as I entered the room, I saw Captain Grams and the German officer sitting at the table face to face, chatting enthusiastically. Lieutenant Gretka, Lieutenant Colonel Oleg disguised as a German second lieutenant, and another German lieutenant stood against the wall. And the German communicator was adjusting the radio in the corner where Shura was sitting.

My sudden intrusion interrupted Grams and their chat. The German officer turned his head and looked at me dissatisfied. Before he could speak, the German lieutenant under his lance came up to me with a stride and yelled at me. I didn't understand what he was shouting, so I smiled and looked at Oleg for help.

Seeing that I had broken into the room, Oleg had no need to continue disguising. He smiled and said to me: "Comrade commander, this German lieutenant asks who you are, why did you break in without knocking?"

Without looking at the German lieutenant, I said directly to Oleg: "Comrade Lieutenant Colonel, it's almost done, let all the soldiers hiding in the house come out."

Hearing Oleg and I talk unscrupulously in Russian, even fools understood what was going on. Not only the German lieutenant, but also the officers who sat across from Captain Grams discovered something was wrong, and the two instinctively reached out to draw their guns. But before their guns were drawn out, Oleg's muzzle had withstood the German lieutenant's temple, and Grams and Greetka's pistols were also pointed at the German officer.

Of course I was not idle. I drew the pistol from my waist and pointed it at the communication soldier in the corner. No matter whether he could understand me or not, I said to myself: "And you, the communication soldier, please also Raise your hands." The communicator didn't know if he understood what I was saying, but when he saw the muzzle of the black hole pointed at him, he only raised his hands obediently.

At this moment, Oleg shouted loudly: "Come here!"

As he shouted, the door of the back room was pushed open, and five strong soldiers with submachine guns rushed out. As soon as they rushed out, they aimed their guns at the two German officers in the room. After hearing the shout, the sentry at the door rushed in immediately and pointed his rifle at the correspondent in the corner.

"Captain Grams, what are you doing?" The German officer sitting across from Grams moved his hands away from his waist and slowly raised his hands. But he did not hold his hands high above his head like ordinary soldiers. But only slightly higher than the shoulders. He stared fiercely at Grams, who pointed the gun at him, and yelled at him, "Do you know what you are doing? You are a shameful betrayal!"

After listening to the translation, I glanced at the epaulettes of the German officer and found that it was also a captain. After reinserting the gun into the holster, I pushed away the lieutenant in front of me, walked in front of the German captain, and coldly said to him: "Mr. Captain. You are wrong. Captain Grams is doing the most correct thing now. The choice is because the fascist bandit headed by Hitler is dragging the great German empire to the brink of destruction."

The captain snorted coldly, and actually said in fluent Russian: "Lady, don’t you know that our big troops are already under the city, Stalingrad will fall soon, all the Russian troops? They will all be wiped out by us. If you surrender now, I can leave the blame, and I will intercede for you with my superiors, which can guarantee your personal safety. I can also allow Captain Grams to escape the trial of the military court."

I didn’t care to find out why this German captain could speak Russian, but directly refuted him: "Mr. Captain. Although you have an advantage now, your strength will be gradually weakened as the battle lengthens. Our army, which has been fully replenished, can give you a decisive blow. I think maybe in a few months, your army will be completely wiped out by ours."

My words made the German captain exclaimed: "Damn, how could you say that could happen? How could you defeat us? You are talking nonsense, do you know what a German tank is? That's because we don't just conquer. With the powerful military forces throughout Europe, as well as great commanders like Manstein, Guderian, Paulus, and von Kleist, the Russian troops are vulnerable to our fierce offensive. "

"Really?" I said coldly: "But in front of my division's defensive position, although General Hult has launched many attacks, it seems that every time he loses his troops and loses his generals, it never pleases him."

Hearing what I said, the German captain looked me up and down, and suddenly said, "God! I know who you are. You are Colonel Oshanina, the commander of the independent division, right?"

This time it’s my turn to wonder. Is it because I’m so famous now that even ordinary German commanders know my name? Without waiting for me to ask him, the German captain's face already had a smile on his face, and he took the initiative to explain to me: "Our tank 4th Army has been on the battlefield in the past few months. It can be said to be invincible. To describe it. But for a while, good luck seems to have gone away from us. Not only did the offensive have been repeatedly frustrated, but even the 29th Motorized Infantry Division was hit hard, and even the commander General Laize was captured. And he was taken in the 29th Division. On the second day of the defeat, we used the strength of three divisions to attack the defenders in front of us, but we did not succeed in the attack for one day. Later, General Holt sent people to investigate and found out that the front defenders were newly formed. Independent teacher, and the teacher is still a woman."

Since others have a good attitude towards me, I can't keep my face straight, so I smiled and asked, "Mr. Captain, what's your name?"

"Beckerman, the company commander of Company F, 103rd Regiment of the German Infantry."

"Captain Beckman," I asked politely, "Do you still think that the Germans can capture Stalingrad?"

Beckman didn't answer my question directly. Instead, he shrugged slightly and twisted his mouth, which seemed to indicate that he could not answer my question at the moment.

I then asked, "Mr. Captain, may I ask what your company's mission is?"

Originally, he would avoid answering this question in the future. Who knew Beckman nodded unexpectedly, and then replied: "The regiment ordered us to station at the station and assist Captain Grams in guarding. While ensuring the smooth flow of railway traffic, he would Captain Muss is monitoring."

Beckman's words surprised me, and I quickly asked, "Why?"

Beckman shrugged again, glanced at Grams on the opposite side, and said casually: "The regiment detected an unknown radio signal near the station, although when inquired with Captain Grams, he replied that it was all right. Matter. But the regiment headquarters had already doubted him, so he sent me here. The regiment headquarters meant that after our company completely took over the defense of the station, it would send the Grams Company directly to the battlefield to go to Russia. People fighting."

Although Beckman and I are talking in Russian. But Lieutenant Gretka, Glamis's loyal man, stood beside him. Translate our conversation to Grams in a low voice. Grams heard that Captain Beckman was ostensibly coming to strengthen the station's defenses. In fact, when he came to monitor him, he slapped the table fiercely and scolded in German furiously.

I haven't been to ask what Grams is swearing, but I know in my heart that, in this way, Grams will even more stubbornly stand on the side of our camp. I then asked Beckman: "Captain Beckman, did your superior order you to contact them via your own radio when you arrive at the station?"

Beckman nodded vigorously. Although he didn't speak, it was tantamount to acquiescence. I pulled down his raised hands and said to him kindly: "Since this is the case, Mr. Captain, let your correspondent report to the superior that your company has been stationed in the station, and everything is normal in the station." To prevent him from making tricks, I also specifically emphasized: "Please remember, Mr. Captain, almost everyone in this room understands German. So please, for the safety of you and your subordinates, never make any small actions. To you Warning from superiors!"

Beckman nodded and bowed his waist and promised: "Please rest assured, your commander, I will definitely follow your orders, and I will definitely not mess up." Then he walked in front of the correspondent and saw that his subordinates were still being pointed at by guns, so he turned his head to throw at me. Came a look for help. I winked at the soldier who was watching the signaller, and the soldier lowered his muzzle immediately with conscience.

Seeing that no soldiers pointed their guns at the correspondents, I smiled and made a gesture to Beckman. Seeing him very cooperatively giving orders to his correspondents and reporting what I just said to the 103 regiment headquarters, I secretly felt that these Germans were better than Japanese pirates. When they found that their lives were threatened, Will automatically cooperate with the enemy's instructions in order to save their lives.

Captain Beckman let out a sigh of relief when he saw his correspondent had finished the call, and then turned to me and said, "Your Excellency, I have already reported to the regiment headquarters according to what you said."

"Does the regiment have any new orders?"

Beckman shook his head and replied: "No, as explained before he came, monitor Captain Grams and his troops, and gradually take over the defense of the station." At this point, Beckman seemed to think of something. I couldn't help shaking.

"What's the matter with you, Captain Beckman?" I couldn't help but ask curiously, seeing his flustered expression.

"My subordinate, my subordinate, what do you plan to do with it?" Beckman wiped cold sweat from his forehead and asked nervously.

"I have ordered people to surround the warehouse where they are located." Seeing his nervousness, I walked over and patted his shoulder gently, comforting him: "Mr. Captain, please rest assured, as long as your subordinates don’t If I resist, my people will not shoot at will."

Although I said so, Beckman still asked in a bit of disbelief: "Really?"

I nodded, and then said, "Of course it is true. Captain Beckman, do you remember the waiting hall you passed before entering the station?"

Beckman thought for a while, then nodded desperately to show that he remembered.

I went on and said: "I deployed more than 20 light and heavy machine guns on the second floor of the waiting hall. If you want to destroy you, when your troops gather in the square in front of the station, I can order the shooting. Once we open With guns, even if your soldiers have rich combat experience and excellent personal combat skills, under the intensive machine gun firepower, within a few minutes, they will all be screened."

"Can I meet my subordinates?" Beckman wiped the sweat from his forehead again, and asked tentatively: "To avoid bloodshed, I can order them to lay down their weapons, because for us, the war is over. , What awaits us next is the long life in the prisoner-of-war camp."

"That's not necessarily, Captain Beckman." Seeing his mood became a little negative, I quickly persuaded him: "As long as you are willing to join our camp, then you and your subordinates can also be like Captain Grams and the others. , Become one of us, in that case, you don’t have to travel long distances to a prisoner of war camp in remote Siberia."

"Captain Grams!" After hearing what I said, Beckman showed an angry expression on his face. He turned to accuse Grams: "Do you know what you are doing? You join the enemy's camp and fight our own people. This is the behavior of a traitor."

For Beckman's accusation, Grams bowed his head and said nothing. Seeing this embarrassing scene, I quickly defended Grams and said: "Captain Beckman, you are wrong. By doing this, Grams made the right choice because they did not take up the weapon with the Germans. We are fighting, but the fascists represented by Hitler are fighting. When the Hitler bands are completely destroyed and a new German empire is born, those of you who join our camp will not only become traitors to the motherland, but on the contrary will become Heroes of your nation."

After Captain Beckman heard what I said, the expression on his face became blank. He turned his head and asked Grams, "Is that so? Captain Grams."

Captain Grams, who had not spoken, just nodded in affirmation.

After asking these words, Captain Beckman stood there for a long while, then gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, and said decisively: "Your Excellency, please send someone to take me to my subordinates immediately, and let me Persuade them to lay down their weapons and avoid bloodshed. As for whether they join your camp, I will respect the choice of my subordinates. As for me," he said here, turned his head and glanced at Grams again, then sucked again. After two breaths, he finally made up his mind and said: "I decided to stand by your side like Captain Grams."

Hearing Beckman’s statement ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Although I understand that he was forced to make this choice because of helplessness, I reached out to him and said friendlyly: "Welcome, Captain Beckman."

After shaking my hand, I turned to Mikhayev and said, "Comrade Lieutenant, please take Captain Beckman and this lieutenant to the warehouse so that they can meet the soldiers surrounded by our army."

After Lieutenant Mikhayev took Captain Beckman and his two subordinates to leave, Captain Grams, who had always remained silent, walked in front of me, stretched out his hands to hold my hands, and shook them vigorously. He resolutely said: "Comrade commander, I only learned today that joining your army will be the most correct choice I have made in my life."

"You are welcome to join, Captain Grams." I also held his hand tightly, and at the same time I knew in my heart that until this moment, Captain Grams truly became a member of the independent division. I believe that after listening to Captain Beckman's words, he will never have any strange feelings towards me during his lifetime. (To be continued...)

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