Burning Moscow

The jeep that Sejerikov and I rode was at the forefront of the entire convoy. Apex novel w-w--o-m. We drove a distance according to the road the old man gave us, and soon found that the road ahead was also tightly blocked by the collapsed bricks and rubble of the houses that were blown up on both sides.

Our convoy stopped again. I pushed the car door and leaned out half of my body to see if there were any other roads nearby. I happened to see a patrol team of about twenty people approaching us. I quickly jumped out of the car and stood by the car quietly waiting for the arrival of the patrol.

The members of this patrol team are all wearing work uniforms. They are obviously workers transferred from some nearby factory. It should be right to ask them for directions.

Our caravan parked on the side of the road obviously attracted the attention of the patrol. Walking at the front of the team, the old man wearing a peaked cap and two gray beards unknowingly slowed down and cast doubtful eyes on us. I hurriedly greeted me, and at the same time called out politely: "Grandpa!"

Unexpectedly, my name caused the patrol captain to frown. He raised his hand to stop the patrol and said in a dissatisfied tone: "Don’t call me old man, I just turned 60 this year and can still hold a gun. Fighting with the Germans."

Looking at the disobedient old man in front of me, I couldn't help but smile, and hurriedly said to him: "Yes, yes, as long as it is a person who takes up a weapon to compete with the Germans, he cannot be regarded as an old person, let alone see. I am still so young."

Hearing what I said, the old captain showed a smug smile on his face and said confidently: "I fought against the White Bandit army and defended Tsaritsyn. Back then, my comrades and I fought back so fiercely. The enemy. Now those Germans will be defeated by us sooner or later."

"Comrade Captain." Sergeikov walked to my side and asked politely: "We are going to Mamayev Hill, but the road over there is broken. After inquiring, we knew we were going to the Central Railway Station. Go around in a circle to reach the destination. But now the road ahead is blocked by masonry again. Do you know where else you can go around?"

The old captain looked at our long convoy and asked thoughtfully: "Can't you abandon the car and walk?"

I turned my head to look at Sejerikov, saw him shook my head, and said to the old captain: "No. We still have a lot of technical equipment in the car, so people can't carry it for such a long distance."

Hearing what I said, the old captain turned his head and shouted to the team: "Igratov, come here."

Following his shouting, a middle-aged man without a hat and a stabbed rifle ran out of the team. The middle-aged man came to us, looked at us and asked the old captain: "Comrade captain, do you have any orders?"

The old captain pointed to us and said, "Igratov. This troop is going to the Central Station. You are familiar with it. Let them be a guide and lead the way."

Igratov agreed, handed the rifle he was carrying to the captain, and then came to me and Sederikov. After scanning our eyes on our collar, he raised his hand and reported to me: "Report Comrade Colonel, Igratov, a fighter of the Workers' Destroyer Battalion, reported and awaited orders."

I shook my head at him and said: "Get in the car, Comrade Igratov, you sit next to the driver." Then I reached out to the old captain and said gratefully: "Thank you, comrade captain, I Thanks to all the commanders and fighters on behalf of the independent division."

The old captain took my hand and said with a simple smile: "Soviet motherland serves."

With the help of the guide Igratov, our convoy drove on the street for a while, and then went into an invisible alley. After driving for more than half an hour, we finally came to our first destination.

Igratov turned his head from the front row and said to me: "Comrade Colonel, there is the Central Railway Station in front of the regular army. I don't have a pass, so I can't go there." At this point, he raised his hand and patted the driver on the shoulder and moved forward. One finger said: "Comrade driver, please stop ten meters ahead and I will get off there."

When Igratov opened the door to get out of the car, I stopped him and said gratefully again: "Thank you, Comrade Igratov, thank you for leading the way." After speaking, I offered to extend my hand to him.

When Igratov shook hands with me, he said kindly: "I wish you good luck!"

Sederikov waited for Igratov to finish shaking hands with me, then reached out to him, and said at the same time: "There is me, Comrade Warrior."

Iglatov and Sederikov shook hands, and shook hands with the driver before getting out of the car. After closing the car door, he stepped back and stood on the side of the road, raising his hand to salute us.

When the jeep drove outside the Central Railway Station, I looked at this European-style railway station built of marble. It was completely blocked by a camouflage net. Maybe this is a drop-off point after arriving in Stalingrad. I saw it from time to time. There were lines of soldiers walking down the steps of the station in a neat line.

The road outside was filled with fortifications built with sandbags, and machine guns were mounted behind the shooting holes of each fortification. Although the place has not yet been attacked by the Germans, the soldiers on duty are vigilantly checking the passing pedestrians.

The jeep drove to a stop next to a barricade fortification, Sederikov pushed the car door and leaned forward and asked loudly, "Hey, I said, comrades soldiers, which part of you are you?"

A commander walked up to Sederikov, raised his hand to salute him, and replied: "Report to Comrade Lieutenant Colonel that we are from the 1524th Battalion of the Independent Engineers. Do you have any instructions?"

Sergeikov glanced at the other's collar and said politely: "Comrade Ensign, we are going to Mamayev Hill, I don't know which way we can go there directly."

After listening to Sergeikov's words, the second lieutenant of the engineer asked vigilantly: "Comrade Lieutenant Colonel, which part of you are you, and what are you doing in Mamayev Hill?"

Sederikov smiled and replied: "We are an independent division and were ordered to take over the defense at Mamayev Hill. The road was blocked by bricks and tiles, so we had to go around here to find a new road. Comrade Lieutenant, can you find a guide for us? We have already lost a lot of time in the city. If we delay any longer, I am worried that the opportunity will be lost."

The ensign finished listening. He said: "Comrade Lieutenant Colonel, please wait a moment!" After that, he walked back to the barricade fortifications, bent down and picked up a phone on the breast wall piled with sandbags, shook the handle a few times, and picked up the microphone. He spoke in a low voice, as if he was asking his superiors for instructions.

My guess was soon proved to be correct, and the ensign lowered the microphone. Trotting to the jeep, he bent down slightly and said to Sederikov: "Comrade Lieutenant Colonel, I have asked the battalion commander for instructions, and he asked me to take you to Mamayev Hill."

Sergeikov heard that the ensign was going to act as a guide for us personally, so he shook his head and said loudly: "Get in the car, Comrade Ensign, sit next to the driver."

As soon as the second lieutenant got into the car, he accidentally caught a glimpse of me, and he was immediately taken aback. He quickly raised his hand to his forehead and said in a panic, "I'm sorry. Comrade Colonel, I didn't notice that I was in the car just now."

I smiled and waved at him, and said otherwise: "It's okay, Comrade Ensign, don't care. It's getting late, let's set off right away."

The jeep passed slowly through the passage in the middle of the barricade. I kept looking to the sides. If the passage was too narrow, the trucks behind would not be able to pass. As I was watching, suddenly a strange object slipped through my sight, and I hurriedly yelled: "Stop, stop now!"

The driver didn't know what was going on, he stepped on the brakes, turned his head and looked at me strangely, waiting for my next instructions. I turned my head and looked back, and found that the nearest truck was also tens of meters away, and then told the driver: "Reverse immediately and go back to the barricade just now."

The driver didn't know why, but he obeyed my orders honestly and dumped the jeep back. When I arrived at the place where I saw the strange object, I shouted again: "Stop, just stop here." After the car stopped, I greeted the ensign of the engineer: "Comrade Ensign, what's in the barricade fortifications? Something?"

Sergeikov, the second lieutenant of the engineer, and the driver all looked in the direction of my fingers. When they saw the black long cylindrical object behind the barricade shooting hole, Sergeikov and the driver were both with me. The same surprised expression, but the engineer ensign had such a calm expression.

When all his eyes were on the ensign’s face, he smiled and said, "Comrades, don’t you know what this is? These are two old artillery pieces, to be precise, they are Napoleon in 1812. Two artillery pieces forged during the attack on Moscow."

I nodded and asked puzzledly: "Of course I know old artillery, but what should be placed here, can it be useful in battle?"

The second lieutenant nodded vigorously, and said affirmatively: "Of course, we have used this old artillery that can only produce iron **** in many places. After practice, although the effect of fighting the German skirmishers is not good, it is used. I came to fight the German armored vehicles, but the effect was good. In the previous day's battle, a projectile fired by one of our artillery smashed two German armored vehicles with weaker armor."

After listening to the second lieutenant's explanation, I thought to myself that it takes a certain amount of luck to hit the target with this kind of artillery. But since others have put this old artillery in the museum into the barricade fortifications, I don’t have to point fingers at it anymore, so I smiled bitterly and told the driver: "Drive!"

On the way, Sergeikov and the ensign asked while chatting: "Comrade Ensign, how far is it from the Central Railway Station to Mamayev Hill, and when will we be able to arrive?"

The second lieutenant thought for a while and replied: "Mamayev Hill is three kilometers north of the city, and the central railway station is about four kilometers away from the edge of the city. Under normal circumstances, it is a ten-minute drive, but now many places The roads are all broken, and we may have to take a lot of detours to get to Mamayev Hill. I guess it will take an hour at the earliest."

An hour later, we finally approached the rolling hills. Although the artillery rumbling here, the second lieutenant hesitated in relief, pointed to the front and said to us: "Comrade Colonel, look at it, there is a checkpoint at the intersection ahead. After the checkpoint is Mamayev Hill, 62nd. The headquarters of the group army is located on it."

Our car was stopped by the soldiers on duty at the checkpoint. A sergeant came over, bent down and rushed into the car to take a look. Then he asked vigilantly: "Who are you?"

I will wait for him to finish. He quickly replied, "Comrade Sergeant. I am Colonel Oshanina, the commander of the independent division. Our division was ordered to come to Mamayevgang to receive defense. Where can I find the headquarters or the 35th Guards Division? Division?"

Hearing my identity, the sergeant hurriedly stood up straight and saluted me, then bent down and said to me: "Comrade commander, walk up this hillside, and you will find the command of the group army on the top of the hillside."

I thanked him and got out of the car. Seeing Sederikov and the second lieutenant of the engineer also got out of the car, I told Sederikov: "Comrade Lieutenant Colonel. You stay here to gather the troops, and I will go alone. The group army headquarters reported."

Sergeikov quickly replied loudly: "Yes!"

Then I said to the second lieutenant of the engineer: "Comrade Lieutenant, thank you for being our guide. This is too far away from your troop station. If you want to go back, it may not be convenient. I will ask the driver to send it back." After that, I bend over. Instruct the driver: "Comrade driver, you are responsible for sending the ensign back to the central station."

After all this was ordered, I walked up the hillside alone. After walking for more than ten minutes on the hillside full of bushes and some thorny plants, I suddenly heard a person in front of me shout in a low voice: "Stop! Who is it?"

I heard the sound and stopped. Looking up, only a soldier with a rifle stood up from the grass. He was pointing his gun at me warily. I guessed that he might be a guard soldier of the headquarters of the group army, so I did not rush to identify himself: "I am Colonel Oshanina, the commander of the independent division. I was ordered to Mamayevgang to replace the 35th Guards Division. Defense. I heard that the group army headquarters is also here, so I will report to the commander first."

"Sentinel, what's the matter?" Before the soldier could make any response, a familiar voice came from a distance.

The sentry hurriedly put down the gun, and people raised their hands in salute and reported: "Report to Comrade Military Commissioner. This female commander said that she is the commander of the independent division and is here to report to the commander."

The military commissioner nodded and said to the sentry: "Comrade sentry, she is right. She is indeed the commander of the independent division, and I know her. There is nothing wrong with you here, you can go."

After the sentry saluted him again, he turned and left honestly.

After the sentry left, the military commissar came to me with a smile on his face and said friendlyly: "Hello, Comrade Oshanina, we meet again."

It was not someone else who came, but Gurov, a military commissar of the 62nd Army, who was also my old acquaintance. Seeing him coming, I hurriedly stepped forward, raised my hand to salute, and smiled and said to him: "Okay, Comrade Military Commissioner, I didn't expect us to meet again so soon."

After Gurov came over and shook my hand, he did not let go of my hand, but took me up the hillside, and said as he walked: "Comrade Oshanina, since you have been transferred to the 64th Army From now on, we seem to have not seen each other for a long time."

"Yes! Comrade Military Commissioner, it seems that since General Lopatin became commander, I and I have never seen each other again."

"Yes, yes, Comrade Oshanina, your memory is really good. Indeed, after General Lopatin became the commander, you were transferred from the 62nd Army until now." Gurov said this, suddenly Pointing to the front and said to me: "Look, the group army headquarters is here."

The group army headquarters is here. The ravine is full of newly dug trenches and shelters. The hill in the distance is being bombarded. The sound of the guns we heard just now came from here. Seeing this scene, I can't help feeling secretly, this is Mamayev Hill! Except for someone from later generations, I guess no one would have thought that in the near future, it will become the fiercest place in the battle for Stalingrad? Who would have thought that every inch of land here would be completely destroyed by bombs and shells?

Under Gurov's leadership, there was no further investigation by the sentry on the road, and we successfully arrived at the headquarters of the group army located in a shelter. Krylov is also an acquaintance of mine. We first met at the Front Army Headquarters, and then we came to the Don River from the Front Army Headquarters together, and we had a lot of time to deal with.

The shelter department where the headquarters is located is not strictly speaking a real shelter. It is just a relatively spacious bullet-proof trench. On the top, there are many thick logs horizontally one by one. Between the logs and the logs, a rope is used. fixed. It was covered with a few inches of thick soil, and with the explosion of the shells, the soil on the top cover was spilled from the gaps in the logs from time to time.

One side of the shelter is an earthen stool, and the other side is an earthen table. After Gurov greeted me and sat down on the soil bench, he handed me a tea mug with a lid, and whispered: "The Germans are bombarding the hills in front, but they don’t seem to put us on the hills. The 35th Guards Corps looked into it, and there were no heavy artillery in the artillery."

Before we came in, there were only two people in the shelter, one was General Krylov with a telephone in his hand, and the other was a female communicator. She looked very young. It is estimated that she was still a tenth grader before putting on the uniform. s student.

General Krylov turned a blind eye to our arrival. He was talking to someone sternly, loudly and sternly, and seemed to be furious at the other party.

The female communicator held a telephone receiver in each hand, and wanted to pass it to Krylov. Seeing that the other party was talking on the phone again, she had to say to two microphones separately: "Sorry, comrade commander, comrade chief of staff is now Make another call."

In my impression, Gurov is a person who does not like to interfere with the command of military commanders. At this moment, he sits silently with me on a dirt bench and waits for Krylov to finish the call with me. Seeing my attention on the female correspondent, she introduced to me in a low voice: "The female correspondent is called Yelena Bakalevich. She is 18 years old this year and is a tenth grade student."

After Krylov finished the call, he looked over to me. I quickly stood up and raised my hand to salute him. I just wanted to report in accordance with the regulations, but I didn’t expect that he took a microphone from Ye Lenna’s hand, nodded politely at me, and continued to talk to the other end of the phone. The clerk starts talking.

I sat down silently, hearing the phone ringing from time to time, I couldn't help looking at Gurov curiously, and I wanted to ask him what is so busy at the Command of the Group Army? And where did Commander Cui Kefu go?

Gurov, who is good at observing words, guessed the question I wanted to ask from my look~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and took the initiative to say to me: "You see, now there are not enough manpower in the command of the group army. Since we beat us Congdun. After breaking out of the river, the communications camp was almost completely lost. Now there are only forty people left, so you can see that they have to work on several people at the same time. As for Comrade Commander, he just brought a few. A soldier, went to the defense zone of the 35th Guards Division on the hill in front."

Hearing the sound of artillery from outside, I couldn't help asking nervously, "Comrade Military Commissioner, if the commander goes to the shelling area, nothing will happen, right?"

Gurov hadn't answered my question yet, and Cuikov's familiar voice came from the door: "The shell that can kill me hasn't been produced yet."

Hearing Cui Kefu's voice, I quickly got up from my seat, straightened up and prepared to salute him. When Cui Koff appeared in my field of vision, I quickly raised my hand to salute, and said respectfully: "Okay, Comrade Commander. The independent division chief, Colonel Oshanina, reported that the independent division was ordered to come to Mamayev Hill and wait. The next step of the command." (To be continued.)

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