Burning Moscow

When Savchenko brought people to us, before he could speak, I already asked coldly: "Instructor Savchenko, what is wrong with this soldier? Is he spreading rumors or trying to be a deserter? Huh?" Although I don’t know what position Pugachev assigned to Savchenko, according to his rank, he can only be an instructor, so I called him by name and proactively added him. Take the position of commander.

Savchenko heard what I said, and immediately asked with a blank face: "What are the rumours about walking, what are the attempts to be a deserter, why I don't know at all? "

"Comrade Savchenko," it was Kirilov who asked him this time. He might have heard my impatience from my questioning, so this time he rushed to my mouth and sent it first. Question: "What mistake did the soldier you brought with, why did you send someone to arrest him?"

"That's it, Comrade Political Commissar." Savchenko faced Kirilov and briefed him on the situation: "People who fled to the company command post came to complain, saying that our soldiers raped a girl. Passed by. With the clues provided by the victim, we caught the soldier in the tunnel where she was attacked."

Hearing what Savchenko said, I couldn't help but be stunned. It turned out that the soldier who was brought over by him was arrested not because of complaints or other reasons, but because he raped a girl in the tunnel. . It seems that I just blamed Savchenko for my prejudice against political workers. Thinking of this, I felt a fever on my face. However, in order to ensure that there are no unjust, false or wrongful cases, I deliberately asked: "Comrade instructor, has this soldier admitted to the crime he committed?"

Savchenko nodded vigorously and said in a positive tone: "Yes, when we took the victim to arrest him, he took the initiative to confess his crime."

"Is there any evidence?" Kirilov asked cautiously, "You know it's too dark in the tunnel. Can that girl see clearly the person who abused him?"

Kirilov’s words reminded me that the caves and tunnels for the hidden soldiers of the two regiments were newly dug, and there was no lighting in them for the time being. How could this girl recognize at a glance that this soldier was the one who did wrong to her? So I echoed Kirilov and asked, "Yes, Instructor Savchenko. You can't make a mistake, right?"

Savchenko replied confidently: "The teacher, the political commissar, you can't make a mistake. The girl said that although the tunnel is too dark to see the appearance of the abuser, she is on the other side's neck when she is struggling. Scratched a few times. Please see," Savchenko said, grabbing the soldier by the hair. He tugged vigorously, and then pointed his neck with his finger, and continued, "This is the mark of being scratched by that girl."

Kirilov and I leaned over to see that there were really a few fresh scratches on the soldier's left neck. It seemed that the girl really didn't recognize the wrong person. For the commanders and fighters of the independent division, I have always regarded it as my own relatives, but when I saw the soldier in front of me who had embarrassed the whole division, I couldn't get angry. Raising his hand, he slapped the soldier fiercely. After the crisp slap in the face, I cursed fiercely: "Things that are inferior to beasts, have you not seen a woman in a few years?"

Unexpectedly, the soldier stubbed his neck. He said indifferently: "I haven't touched a woman in six years. What's so great about playing with a girl? If we were not here to protect them, they would have fallen into the hands of the Germans."

"Damn thing." Kirilov was originally a good-tempered person, but seeing this unrepentant soldier, he couldn't help but get angry and imitated me. He stepped forward and slapped the man fiercely. Slapped. After the fight, he walked to my side. Angrily said: "Comrade commander, this is the time of war. Military discipline must be strict. I think this soldier must be severely punished. Look. What should I do?"

Hearing Kirilov handed over this contradiction to me, I couldn't help but feel a headache. If it is not in this country, I only need to give Savchenko an order: take the soldier who has violated military discipline to the refugees and shoot him in public. But in this country, this kind of thing is really not a big deal. I remember that one of my former guards committed the same crime. When I was about to shoot him, a bunch of people pleaded with me, but in the end I couldn't get it done.

Seeing that I hadn't responded for a long time, Kirilov was a little anxious, and asked what he had just said again: "Comrade Commander, look, what should I do with him?"

Looking at Kirilov with an anxious look in front of me, I suddenly had an idea. Since he is my political commissar, he can handle such annoying things. What am I worrying about? Thinking of this, I deliberately put on a look of embarrassment and said to him: "Comrade Political Commissar, when you went to the Independent Division, you once said that in terms of military methods, I have the final say. But now this matter, and Does it matter to the military? As for how to deal with it, I think you should have the final say."

Savchenko was still staring at me, waiting for my order to push me to Kirilov. He didn’t want to wait any longer, and hurriedly asked: "Comrade Political Commissar, you said this How should things be handled?"

Kirilov looked at me, then at the warrior who had committed the crime, frowning tightly. However, he did not wait for Savchenko to urge him, so he came up with his own solution: "Well, Comrade Savchenko, you take this soldier back and draw him two hundred whips in front of the people."

"What, two hundred whips?" Savchenko was taken aback by Kirilov's words. He leaned his head over and whispered, "Comrade political comrade, after two hundred whips, it is estimated that this soldier will be out of breath. ."

I heard Savchenko's words and snorted softly. I said to myself that I hadn't shot the soldier in public. It was an extra-legal kindness. As for whether he was dead or alive after being subjected to two hundred whips, it was up to him personally. Good luck, who told him to be hot-headed and did such an extraordinary thing?

Kirilov didn't answer Savchenko, but waved his hand impatiently, beckoning to take the person away as soon as possible. Savchenko nodded, and said to the soldiers who followed him: "You take him back first."

After watching the offending soldier being taken away, Kirilov asked Savchenko curiously: "Comrade Instructor, how did it happen?"

Savchenko shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly: "When I was interrogating just now, the soldier said that he had dug outside fortifications. He went back to the tunnel where their platoon was to rest. Because the tunnel was too dark, he could only help. He walked slowly inward along the wall. As he walked, he suddenly tripped under his feet. He almost fell. He squatted down to touch something and almost tripped him, but he touched someone. Body. Touching up along the way, he touched the long hair, so he..."

"Okay, Comrade Instructor, you don't need to continue talking." Before he finished speaking, I interrupted him in time. Then I changed my smile and said to him: "Instructor Savchenko, you did the right thing today. We must not tolerate this ugly phenomenon that is detrimental to our independent teachers. We must fight firmly. "

When Savchenko heard me say this, he scratched his head and smiled a little embarrassedly, and said, "Master, political commissar, when I came just now, I was afraid that you would criticize me and say that I was trying to mobilize people for such a small hour. "

"How is this a trivial matter, Comrade Savchenko. My opinion is the same as that of the teacher. You have done a very good job in handling this matter. If similar things happen in the future, they must be dealt with seriously. This time I will draw two. Hundred whips. Next time someone commits a crime, they will draw three hundred whips. I would like to see how many people are not afraid of death."

Wait for Kirilov to finish. I then asked, "Comrade Savchenko, which company do you have now?"

Savchenko hurriedly straightened his body and replied respectfully: "Report to the commander, comrade, I am serving as a company instructor in the third company of the first battalion."

"Second regiment and one battalion?" Hearing this number, Kirilov frowned and thought hard, seeming to recall who the commander of this battalion was?

"The battalion commander of the 2nd Regiment and 1st Battalion is Captain Khorushov." I saw him thinking about it for a long time and didn't remember it. I quickly reminded him, and then said to Savchenko: "Comrade Instructor, when you go back later .Inform the battalion commander Captain Khorushov about this incident and ask him to transfer ten soldiers from each company. Go to the execution site to watch. After these soldiers return, tell the soldiers in the company what they have seen. We. We must avoid similar incidents from happening again."

After Savchenko hurried back to the company, I turned around and asked Akhromeyev, who was standing next to him in silence, "Comrade Chief of Staff, what do you think of this matter?"

After hearing my question, Akhromeyev didn't answer it right away. Instead, he hesitated. Maybe he was thinking about how to answer it so that we could take advantage of it.

Seeing that Akhromeyev didn’t speak, Kirilov also helped him by the side: “Let’s talk about it, Captain Akhromeyev. After all, you are the chief of staff of the division, and the division commander and I want to listen to it. As for you, how would you deal with this matter?"

"Go ahead, Captain Akhromeyev, just say whatever you think of it, don't hesitate." I lost no time in encouraging him.

Seeing that Kirilov and I wanted him to express his opinions, Akhromeyev stopped arguing and said clearly: "The division commander, the political commissar, and the independent division is a new force, but it must be formed as soon as possible. In terms of combat effectiveness, I think military discipline must be strict. The punishment just mentioned by the political commissar is to draw two hundred whips in public. I decided that it was too light. For such black sheep, I should shoot them without hesitation in order to emulate them."

Unexpectedly, Akhromeev's thoughts were the same as mine, and I nodded slowly with a smile on my face. But Kirilov disagreed with his opinion: "Comrade Captain, you know, the penalty I sentenced him to two hundred whips is already very heavy. In the past, this kind of thing happened in the army, and the person was scolded by the superior at most. , Or it’s over after a few days of confinement."

While we were talking, Lieutenant Mikhayev, who was wearing only a white coat, hurried over to look for us. At the same time, he excitedly reported to us: "Reporter, political commissar, the new division headquarters has been completed. Now you can officially settle in."

Hearing that the new headquarters was repaired, we didn't care about discussing the punishment of the soldier, and hurriedly followed Mikhayev and walked towards the headquarters.

The entrance of the new headquarters is next to the old headquarters. We walked inward along a two-meter-high and one-meter-wide corridor, and walked up to seven or eight meters. It suddenly became clear. The entire headquarters is more than 20 square meters. size. According to Mikhayev's introduction, the roof is a few meters thick. Whether it is shells or bombs falling on it, it will not pose any threat to us.

Seeing the spacious new headquarters, Kirilov patted Mikhayev on the shoulder with excitement, and said with satisfaction: "Awesome, Comrade Ensign. Your engineering company is so capable. It's only a few hours. , Just repaired such a great headquarters for us." That said. The political commissar turned his head and said to me in a discussing tone: "Comrade teacher. I want to discuss something with you."

"Go ahead, Comrade Political Commissar, please tell me what you have." I answered him politely.

"Comrade Mikhayev is the commander of an engineering company, but he is only a second lieutenant. Is his rank a bit lower?" Seeing me, Kirilov nodded in agreement and asked me: "I want to propose him a promotion. The rank of lieutenant, don’t know if you agree?"

"No problem, I agree. Just promote Comrade Mikhayev to the rank of lieutenant." When the rank was adjusted last time, if it wasn't for the fact that Mikhayev's promotion was too fast to convince the crowd, I would not just give him a second lieutenant. Military rank. Since I was promoted to his rank today, I can’t forget Razumeeva, who was with me day and night, so I also said to Kirilov: “Yes, there is also Lieutenant Razumeeva, the commander of the communications company. Her rank is too low. I suggest that she be promoted to the rank of lieutenant. Comrade Political Commissar, do you have any comments?"

"No comment. Comrade Commander. I think Comrade Razumeyeva's rank should be promoted long ago. Since you also think that it is time to be promoted, then promote her and Comrade Mikhayev to the rank of lieutenant." We understate the conversation. Mikhayev and Razumeyeva were promoted from second lieutenant to lieutenant.

The new headquarters was quickly put into use. After all, Mikhayev was a good construction engineer. Although the headquarters had only doors and no windows, staying in it didn't feel dull at all.

After dark, after dinner, Kirilov and Akhromeyev and I were gathered around the table to study the map, when suddenly there was a faintly audible gunshot outside. In Akhromeyev's ear, he turned his head to the side. Looking outside the headquarters, he said vigilantly: "It's a gunshot! Is something wrong?"

"No. Comrade Chief of Staff." Kirilov said in disbelief: "According to our reconnaissance, there is no trace of the enemy in this vicinity. Something is going to happen, I think it may be the gun of the sentry that has gone wrong. ."

When I didn't know which of them was right, there were two more gunshots outside, and then the gunshots and explosions rang together. By this time, even a deaf person can tell that something is wrong outside. I rushed out of the headquarters and turned into the old headquarters that was converted into a communication room. I shouted at Razumeyeva who was about to go out: "Lieutenant Razumeyeva, each regiment has intelligence. Report here?"

Razumeyeva shook her head and said, "No, I'm planning to go out to see where the gun is being fired, and then I think which group is in contact."

When I heard Razumeyeva say this, I patted my forehead fiercely, saying that I was really confused. Even Razumeyeva knows to observe the situation outside first, and then feel which group to contact with. I asked what was going on, but I didn't even figure out where the gunshots sounded, so I ran to the communication room in a panic.

I went out of the communication room with Razumeyeva. At this time, Kirilov and Akhromeyev were also standing outside, raising their telescopes and looking at the group of positions. When I saw this scene, my heart sank. Could it be that something went wrong over there?

I walked quickly to Akhromeyev's side and asked loudly, "Chief of Staff, do gunshots and explosions come from the same direction?"

"Yes, comrade commander." Akhromeyev said, handing me the binoculars in his hand, and said at the same time: "I suspect that it may be a small group of German soldiers who had been attacked by our sentry. There was a firefight."

I raised my binoculars and looked at the hillside where a group was located. Although the sky was getting late, I could still clearly see the muzzle flames of the guns and the fire from the explosion of the grenade. It seems that Akhromeev’s analysis is correct. I put down the telescope and ordered Razumeyeva, who was standing behind me: "Comrade Lieutenant, get in touch with the regiment immediately and ask them what's going on there."

Razumeyeva agreed, went to the door of the communication room, opened the curtain, and shouted inside: "Girls, immediately contact the group and ask them what happened there?" Seeing Razu Meyerwa did not enter the communication room, but stood at the door giving orders. I remembered that today the superior sent us several female communication soldiers, and they are all staying in the communication room.

After a few minutes, the sound of gunshots and grenade explosions on the ground gradually faded away, and Razumeyeva also came to me and reported to me: "Comrade Commander, and thanks to the group. Lieutenant Colonel Jericho contacted. He reported that about fifty Germans attempted to attack our position, but were discovered by the sentry on duty, so the exchange of fire took place."

"Is the lieutenant colonel online?" I asked, turning my head.

"Yes, he is still waiting for your order~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Hearing Razumeyeva said this, I plugged the telescope into Akhromeev's hand and ran in quickly. I went to the communication room. I shouted into the microphone: "Hey, hello, Lieutenant Colonel Sejerikov? This is Oshanina, how is the situation on your side? "

"Report to the commander, about fifty German troops attempted to attack our position but were discovered by our sentry and fired a warning. Comrade Oberstein, the political commissar who was patrolling the sentry, heard the gunshot and immediately rushed forward with the guard squad. We had a fire with the German army. After I heard the fight outside, I also dispatched a continuous attack in time to cooperate with the political commissar to repel the enemy."

"Where is the political commissar of Oberstein?" I asked nervously, because in my influence, the level of political personnel in commanding battles is limited, and in such encounters, a little carelessness will pay a heavy price, so I Straightforwardly asked Sederikov if he knew the whereabouts of his political commissar.

"After the enemy was repulsed, the political commissar of Oberstein pursued a chain and is still fighting."

As soon as I heard this, I became angry, and yelled at Sergeikov: "I order you to immediately lead a company to support the political commissar of Oberstein. If something happens to him, you, the head of the regiment, too. No need to do it." (to be continued)