Burning Moscow

When Kirilov said this, I was sitting on the stone bench next to Razumeyeva, silently, and I felt sad because of the honor that was gained and lost. ()

"Colonel Oshanina, as your political commissar, I should criticize you," Kirilov continued. "You are the commander of a division. Even if you take your own initiative and incorporate German troops, for security reasons, They should also be dispersed to various units instead of being reorganized into guard units and placed next to the division headquarters. Have you ever thought that if the Germans attacked, they suddenly changed their guns? Dismiss the division headquarters, when our troops will have no leader, the command system will be in chaos. In that case, the Germans can easily take down Mamayev Hill."

After listening to Kirilov's words, I nodded, knowing that he said it all from the bottom of my heart, and he said it for my own good, but at this moment it is not suitable to disperse the troops of Grams and Beckman into the company. Thinking of this, after taking a deep breath, I raised my head and said to him: "Comrade Political Commissar, you are very reasonable. I have reorganized the surrendered German soldiers into a guard company. It is indeed a little lacking consideration, not as comprehensive as your consideration. But now that they have been organized into a company of guards, and if they are to be dispersed among the companies, it is easy to cause the military to be shaken. I think it is better to maintain the status quo." After speaking, I paused for a moment, and then asked him tentatively. :"is this OK?"

Regarding my stubborn opinion, Kirilov said thoughtfully: "Comrade commander, before coming to the independent division, Commander Cuikov told me, after arriving in the division. You have the final say on military matters. The reorganization of the German army should belong to the military category. Just do what you want."

"Comrade Political Commissar, thank you for your trust. Please believe that I can't wrong people's vision." Although I understand that Kirilov's words are reasonable, but at this time, if I take Grams If the captain and his subordinates were scattered to various companies, it would definitely cause unnecessary confusion, so I could only swell my face and fill my body with fat. Bite the bullet and said: "Although they are all Germans, they are now on our side. I believe them."

"I believe in them", although I said it in front of Kirilov and Razumeyeva, but somehow, it didn't take long for both Grams and Beckman to know this sentence. For this reason, the two of them also came together to show their loyalty to me. Afterwards, I thought about it carefully, and it was definitely not Kirilov and Razumeyeva who leaked my words. It may be a soldier standing guard outside the door. If in other troops, ordinary soldiers must not get along well with the surrendered Germans. Not to mention telling them such important news, but the members of the Independent Division are almost all prisoners from the Gulag concentration camp. Compared with the Germans, they hate the Cheka members of the Ministry of Internal Affairs the most, so psychologically There was also much less resistance to the Germans, and only then was there a move to inform the German friendly forces.

After determining the fate of Grams and theirs, Kirilov promptly changed the subject. He asked worriedly: "Comrade commander, the bombing of just a few enemy planes today has caused us so many casualties. If the enemy uses artillery bombardment during an air attack, do you think our troops can hold on to Mamayev Hill?"

Faced with this question that Kirilov heard, I didn't know how to answer it for a while. In the history I know, Mamayev Hill changed hands the most in the entire Battle of Stalingrad. In order to compete for this commanding height, the two sides launched a desperate battle on this small high ground. After one party was defeated, it immediately organized troops to attack and occupy it. After the occupation, it began to defend tenaciously. Tons of shells and bombs kept falling on the high ground all day long, turning the entire ground over. At the same time, hand-to-hand combat using bayonets and grenades is also carried out here all the time.

Although I once imagined that as long as I led the troops to guard here, Mamayev Gang would definitely be turned into an insurmountable gate for the Germans. But after the troops were actually stationed here, I realized that the situation was far more severe than I thought. There is no air supremacy, no artillery, and no anti-tank firepower. I can only rely on the flesh and blood of thousands of light infantry to resist the Germans armed to the teeth. .

Seeing my delay in speaking, Kirilov became a little impatient, and repeated his question again: "Comrade Commander, do you think we can hold Mamayev Hill?"

I organized a vocabulary in my mind, and said slowly: "Kirilov political commissar, when I first arrived at Mamayev Hill, I walked around. I saw that next to the river. That side of the hillside is only more than a hundred meters away from the pier. If the Germans occupy the hillside, as long as a dozen machine guns are placed here, the firepower can cover most of the pier. As long as they fire, whether they are waiting to retreat The civilians, or the troops that just arrived by boat, will suffer heavy casualties. Because I ask the commanders of the independent division that as long as there is one person on the ground, then the Germans will never be allowed to set foot on Mamayev Hill."

My words made Kirilov's face a smile. He looked at me and said, "Master Oshanina, I don't know what preparations have you made to defend Mamayev Hill?"

"I have ordered the first and second regiments on the high ground to use all the time between them to rush to repair the fortifications. With strong fortifications, the casualties of the troops can be reduced during the enemy’s shelling and air strikes. In this way, we can persist more. A long time."

"Comrade Oshanina, I heard that the independent division is a five regiment system, but there are only two regiments on Mamayev Hill, so where are the other three regiments?"

I moved the map in front of him, pointed to the place where the other three regiments were stationed, and said to him: "Comrade Kirilov, the other three regiments are in this settlement near the high ground. Once the defenders guard the high ground, When it is tight, they will quickly send troops to the front for reinforcements."

Kirilov looked at the map, nodded and said: "I've been to this settlement. There is a cemetery for martyrs. The soldiers who died to defend Tsaritsyn were buried during the Civil War. The settlement was divided into cemeteries. Two pieces, there are far fewer buildings close to the hills than here in the city..."

When Kirilov introduced the settlement, I couldn't help but mutter to myself. It is estimated that it is only in Russia. Will appear in the settlement near the cemetery. If you change to another country. The houses built next to the cemetery, let alone sold, don’t mean that many people are willing to ask for them even if they are given away for free.

Kirilov was talking, and suddenly saw me muttering to myself in a low voice, and couldn't help but ask curiously: "Comrade Oshanina, what are you talking about?"

When I was asked this, I quickly reduced my mind and pretended to say: "That's it. Comrade political comrade. The independent division just added some time ago. There are too many new recruits. These new fighters are all new from the Gulag concentration camp. The prisoners released here, except that the queue training is stronger than the friendly forces, have not undergone any military training, nor have any combat experience, and there is no combat effectiveness at all. I am figuring out where to find some fighting backbone to be fully enriched. Go to the company to improve the combat effectiveness of the entire unit."

After listening to my words, Kirilov lowered his head for a moment, then raised his head and said to me: "It is obviously impossible to transfer the backbone of the battle from the regular army. There are many casualties in the various units, and the command regards these as treasures. No one. Reluctant to give it to others easily. Because as long as there are these backbones, the troops will withdraw to the rear to replenish them, and they will quickly become combat effectiveness.

His words were in my expectation a long time ago, let alone him and Cui Kefu, even if I asked Zhukov to ask for some fighting backbone to supplement the troops last time, wouldn't he also feel embarrassed. But in order not to discourage me, I reluctantly agreed to send me a few militias to destroy the battalion. How long has it been, I haven't even seen a militia.

Seeing my disappointed expression, Kirilov quickly comforted me and said, "Oshanina, don't be disappointed. Although we can't get help from the regular army in terms of personnel, there is no problem with the militia. "

"Militia?!" His words made me think about passing a message to Zhukov through Cui Kefu at the right time, asking where are the militia camps he promised to give me?

But Kirilov misunderstood my attitude and thought that I was not interested in the militia, and he specifically emphasized: "You must never look down on the militia. The militias in many factories have undergone strict military training. Let's just say that. Once they put on military uniforms, they can immediately become a well-trained army."

I just wanted to explain to Kirilov that I didn’t mean to look down on the militias. The curtain was lifted from the outside. Basmanov leaned in half of his body and happily reported to me: "Comrade Commander, the Urban Defense Committee gave me Our division sent a militia battalion."

Upon hearing Basmanov’s report, Kirilov and I stood up in unison and asked in unison: "Where are the comrades from the militia camp?"

Basmanov gave way to the side, and at the same time raised the curtain a little wider, and said to the outside: "Please come in, comrade battalion commander."

Following his voice, two commanders in brand-new military uniforms passed by him and walked into the command post. I looked intently and couldn't help but smile. I knew all the people who came in.

After the two came in, they walked up to us and raised their hands in salute, and reported: "The Red October Factory militia camp came to report and listen to the instructions of the two commanders."

Kirilov first paid a courtesy, and then reached out to shake hands with the older commander, and said politely: "Welcome to Mamayev Hill. With you, our defense force will be even stronger. ."

When it was my turn to shake hands with them, I first shook the hand of the older commander and said with a smile: "Hello, comrade captain, I never thought we would meet so soon. On behalf of the independent division, I welcome you and your team. Came to Mamayev Hill."

When the older man heard me say this, he couldn't help but was taken aback. When he squinted his eyes and looked at me up and down, trying to think about where he had seen me, I had already let go of his hand and walked to the young man next to him. In front of him, proactively stretched out his hand: "Comrade Igratov, thank you very much for leading us last time."

When I talked about leading the way, Kirilov was at a loss and couldn't figure out the situation, and the elderly had already remembered who I was. He slapped his forehead suddenly and yelled loudly: "Comrade Colonel, I said how you look so familiar. It turns out that we met a few days ago. At that time, you got lost and I arranged for Igratov. To show you the way."

"Yes, comrade captain, you finally remembered." I held his hand again, shook it vigorously a few times, and then asked, "I don't know how to call you?"

"My name is Trushin. Alexei Gregoryevich Trushin. I am the militia battalion commander of the Red October Factory. I am ordered by Comrade Chuyanov, a member of the Urban Defense Committee. Come to Mamayevgang to garrison. And accept your command." After he finished speaking, he leaned slightly to the side to introduce the young man next to him, "Comrade Colonel, Igratov is known to you. He is now A company commander of the militia barracks."

After he finished the introduction, I also explained to them: "I am Colonel Oshanina, the commander of the Independent Division, and this is the newly appointed political commissar, Comrade Kirilov. Before the war broke out, he worked in the Central Committee. "

"Since you are an acquaintance, don't be polite, just sit down." Kirilov greeted Trushin and Igratov to sit down, took a look at their collar badges, and asked with concern: "True Captain Shen, how is the situation at the Red Shiyue Factory now? The workers are on the battlefield, isn't the production in that factory stalled?"

Captain Trushin waved his hand and said disapprovingly: "No, although the Germans are continuously bombarding the city. But the production in our factory continues. Workers repaired tanks and weapons in the surviving workshop. I also used my spare time to clean up the muck and stones that have accumulated on the street due to the collapse of houses. We also repaired the city's water pipeline two days ago. We ensured the water supply for the residents in the city.

"How many people are there in your camp?" Kirilov asked again.

"There are 600 people in the entire camp, all of them are the backbone of the factory. Comrade Chuyanov said that when we working class take up tools, we are the backbone of the motherland building. We are also the backbone of the defense of the motherland when we put on military uniforms and weapons. power."

"What's the mood of the workers?" Kirilov deserves to be a political worker, and the questions I ask are different from what I usually ask.

"Full of enthusiasm for fighting. Please rest assured that as long as one of us is there, we will be nailed to the ground like a nail. We would rather let the bones be exposed on the hills than let the enemy move forward."

"Commander, political commissar, here I have a call from the City Defense Committee to the citizens to defend Stalingrad." Captain Igratov, who had been silent for a while, interrupted suddenly.

Iglatov's words aroused kirilov's strong interest. He asked with interest: "What kind of call, show it to me."

Unexpectedly, Iglatov smiled apologetically and replied: "I'm sorry, Comrade Political Commissar, I don't have one here." Seeing a disappointed expression on Kirilov's face, he quickly added: "But the call I have memorized all the contents."

Trushin hurriedly said encouragingly to Igratov: "Igratov, don't betray you, hurry up and memorize the content of the call to the teacher and political commissar."

Iglatov cast his gaze on us. Seeing that Kirilov and I nodded in agreement, we stood up and recited for us the letter of appeal written by the Stalingrad City Defense Committee:

"Dear citizens of Stalingrad!

The violent enemy has invaded our city.

The suffering suffered 24 years ago is repeating today.

The bloodthirsty Hitler bandits pounced on the Sun City-Stalingrad, on the great Russian river-the Volga River.

The soldiers of the Red Army were desperately defending Stalingrad, and all approaching ground was covered with the bodies of fascist robbers.

Hitler, the fascist leader, sent more and more desperadoes to take Stalingrad at any cost.

Comrades, citizens of Stalingrad,

We will never give the city, country, and country to the enemy. We must make every street in the city full of barricades that the enemy cannot pass through, and turn every house, every block, and every street into an indestructible fortress.

Everyone is going to build barricades, and work teams must be organized to build barricades on the streets every day, using the stones, wood, iron, and tram carriages at hand to build barricades.

The barricade must be built as soon as possible, so that our soldiers, the defenders of Stalingrad, can use the barricade we built to smash the enemy.

Red Army soldiers! Defenders of Stalingrad!

To defend the city, we will do our best to support you. Never take a step back and hit the enemy hard. Deco committed many **** acts, and avenged Deco's hatred for the ruined homeland, blood and tears shed by children, mothers, and wives.

Defenders of Stalingrad! In the stormy year of 1918, our fathers repelled the bandits hired by Germany and guarded the red Tsaritsyn. Today in 1942, we will certainly be able to defend Stalingrad, who was awarded the Red Flag Medal. We must persevere ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ to repel the enemy and completely eliminate the bloodthirsty German invaders.

Everyone build a barricade!

Therefore, anyone who can take up a weapon must walk up to the barricade to defend the city and home. "

The call of the city defense committee was memorized here, and it was all over. Igratov scratched the back of his head, smiled at us a little embarrassedly, and said: "Teacher, political commissar, I have finished memorizing the call."

Kirilov nodded in satisfaction, looked at Trushin and said with a smile: "Comrade Captain, your subordinate is really good, and he can recite such a long call."

Trushin smiled honestly, then put away the smile on his face, and asked with a serious expression: "The militia camp is gathering on the hillside and is ready to wait for your dispatch. I don't know where you plan to send us. Go?" (To be continued...)

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