Burning Moscow

After the German troops captured the mountainside position, no one fired at the position on the top of the mountain. Perhaps they thought that after the violent shelling, the defenders on the mountain had been wiped out by their artillery fire. Only a small amount of troops were left for defense on the mountainside position, and the remaining officers and soldiers boldly strode towards the top of the mountain with their weapons.

Looking forward to the position on the top of the mountain, I didn't panic at all, because I saw that some troops had left the Tibetan soldiers' cave on the southern slope, entered the circling trenches, and approached the mountainside position cautiously.

"What's going on, Comrade Oshanina." Kirilov asked in surprise when he saw this scene: "Where does the trench that our troops entered leads to?"

Without looking back, I said, "This trench leads to the mountainside position. As long as the troops on the top of the mountain open fire, the attacking troops will quickly wipe out the remaining enemies, and at the same time, they will attack the troops on the top of the mountain. , So that none of the enemies on the high ground can escape."

After saying this, I looked at the telescope into the distance again, and looked at the place where the German truck was parked. Although the German army dispatched a regiment of infantry in order to capture Mamayev Hill, they did not throw all their troops into the battlefield at once. Instead, they only dispatched one or two companies at a time to carry out continuous operations on our positions. attack.

From the telescope, I quickly saw the commander of the German army. He was standing in the carriage of a truck at the moment, raising his binoculars and looking at our high ground. Behind him stood four or five officers, and a communicator carrying a communication equipment, just like the carriage of the truck. Become his own frontier command post. After looking for a while, he moved the telescope away from his eyes, turned his head and said something behind him, and immediately an officer walked to his side and bent down slightly to wait for his orders.

When the German commander raised the telescope again. The officer turned around and held the baffle of the carriage with his hand, shouting loudly at the underside of the car. Because the dense trucks blocked my sight, I couldn't see who he was shouting at. But within a few minutes. Another group of German infantrymen, armed with weapons, strode towards our high ground.

I put down my binoculars and said to Kirilov, who was staring at the high ground, and said, "Comrade Political Commissar. The Germans have increased their troops to the high ground. It seems that they will never retreat unless they take Mamayev Hill."

Kirilov focused his attention on the high ground. Hearing me say this, he just asked casually: "Comrade Oshanina, how do you know that the Germans have increased their troops to the high ground again?"

"Comrade Political Commissar, if you look to the north, you can see the German commander in the truck compartment directing operations."

"German commander?!" Kirilov asked in disbelief: "He stays on the battlefield. Don't you worry about our snipers?"

To be honest, when I saw the German commander, I had the idea of ​​using a sniper rifle to kill the opponent, but after looking at the distance between them, it was a full two kilometers, not to mention now, even if it’s another fifty or sixty. In 2016, there is not necessarily a sniper rifle with such a long range. When Kirilov said the same thing, I had to smile and said, "My good political commissar, you don’t see how far we are from where the Germans parked their trucks. At least two kilometers, we couldn’t fight. A sniper rifle that is so far away is almost the same unless it is bombarded.

Kirilov listened to me. He also said regretfully: "Oh, it's a pity, if they get closer to us, they can kill all the German commanders in the carriage by just looking for two fighters with good marksmanship...." At this point, He stopped the topic suddenly, turned to look at me, and asked a little excitedly: "What did you just say?"

His question was a little inexplicable, and I looked at him blankly. Instinctively replied: "What I said is that we are too far away from the Germans, and there is no sniper rifle that can shoot that far."

"Not this sentence. The last sentence, what did your last sentence say?" Kirilov asked nervously.

The exaggerated expression on Kirilov's face. Instead, I was stunned to ask. I stood on the spot and frowned and laughed for a long time, then remembered what I had just said, and quickly said to him: "I said, unless I use shelling, it's almost the same."

"Yes, that's the sentence." Kirilov excitedly slammed his right fist into the palm of his left hand, and then shouted at the door: "Come here!"

As he shouted, the soldier just now ran in again, standing upright and asking us: "Teacher commander, political commissar, do you have any instructions?"

I did not speak, but turned my gaze to Kirilov next to him, and only listened to his instructions to the soldiers: "Comrade soldier, you immediately invite the artillery battalion commander, Captain Morozov, and I have important things to look for him."

After receiving his order, the soldier did not leave immediately. Instead, he turned his face to me. Perhaps it was because I and Kirilov had a disagreement not long ago, so he had to wait for my confirmation. Dare to leave after ordering. Seeing the soldier standing still, I understood what he was thinking, so I nodded at him and said, "Since the comrades in the political comrades have all given orders, then you can execute them."

The soldier happily agreed, turned and ran out of the observation post.

Seeing the soldier's departure, I had guessed Kirilov's thoughts, so I asked tentatively: "Comrade political comrade, do you want Morozov's artillery to bombard the forward command post of the German army?"

Before Morozov arrived, the German infantry from the mountainside position was only twenty or thirty meters away from the position on the top of the mountain. At this time, hundreds of soldiers stood up in the empty trenches, and smashed the grenade in their hands toward the German offensive queue condescendingly.

Suddenly, a black smoke rose from the hillside, and the infantry, embarrassed by the bombing, fled in all directions. At this time, our soldiers jumped out of the fortifications, swept at the enemy with machine guns, submachine guns, and rifles, and beat the enemies in front of them. When the German infantry, with more than half of the casualties, fled towards the mountainside position in embarrassment, the troops that came out of the Tibetan soldiers cave had restored their lost positions, and faced the defeated enemy with a head-on blow.

Although there were tanks on the hillside and cannons in the distance, the Germans were afraid that they would accidentally injure their own people by firing the cannon. So they could only watch our troops attacking from two directions at the same time, and the Germans attacked the high ground. Eliminate little by little. not long time. The German infantry who had attacked the high ground lay on the hillside in all directions, and none of them slipped through the net.

I'm deeply afraid that our fighters will rise up and take advantage of the victory to attack the German army at the foot of the mountain. In that case, we are exposed to the troops on the hillside. Then the gunfire of the German tank guns and howitzers would be completely wiped out. When I was about to call Sederikov and ask him to restrain his troops, I didn't expect that the troops who attacked had already retracted the fortifications on the mountainside and the top one after another.

"It's a good game, it's a really good game. That's how it should be played!" Kirilov couldn't help but praised this scene, but he quickly said regretfully: "It's a pity that the Germans still have Tanks and artillery, otherwise we can take the opportunity to attack across the board. Eliminate all these attacking enemies."

I first looked at the truck phalanx in the distance, the howitzer parked in front of the truck, and then at the tanks parked at the foot of the hillside. I sighed silently in my heart and said regretfully: "If I can get the air force. Support, the truck phalanx and artillery positions placed on the grassland, including the twenty or so tanks at the foot of the mountain, are the living targets for aircraft attacks."

As soon as my words fell, the German retaliatory shelling began. Not only the howitzers in the distance were firing, but even the tanks at the foot of the mountain were firing. Such intensive artillery strikes by the Germans. It was almost like razing our army's position to the ground in the shortest possible time, and the entire high ground was shrouded in black smoke from the explosion.

at this time. Morozov came to the observation post panting. Standing at the door, he politely asked us for instructions: "Report to the division commander, political commissar, artillery battalion commander Captain Morozov, and he is here to listen to your orders."

Kirilov waved at him, and when Morozov came to him, he led the captain to the observation port, handed him his binoculars, and pointed to the distance and said to him: "Comrade Captain, Did you see that truck phalanx?"

Morozov looked at it for a while. Put down the telescope and nodded vigorously at Kirilov. Said affirmatively: "I see, Comrade Political Commissar."

"I order you. Immediately take the mortar company to the south **** of the high ground ahead, choose a suitable location to build an artillery position, and do everything possible to destroy the German command post in the truck phalanx. I understand. I understand. Yet?"

After listening to Kirilov’s assignment to Morozov, I was afraid that he would not pay much attention to this matter. I also specially emphasized: "Captain Morozov, if you can successfully destroy the German command post and kill their commander, Then the German attack on us will be a complete failure. If it cannot be defeated, then the German army will continue to launch fierce attacks on our positions before dark.” Having said that, I am heading to the high ground that is being shelled ahead. With a finger, he said with earnestness: "The position of the regiment is currently being shelled by the Germans, and there must be a lot of casualties. So you must deploy the mortar company in place as soon as possible, and strike the German command post in the shortest possible time. Fall. Do you have any confidence?"

"Please rest assured, the division commander and political commissar," Morozov said loudly to the two of us, "I assure you that this German command post will be destroyed."

After Morozov left, I stood in front of the observation port, holding up a telescope to observe the surviving artillery that was deployed in the depression. I saw a gunner lying on the ground not far in front of the cannon, raising his right hand and swinging continuously, while the gunners standing around the cannon moved with the gunner's gestures to adjust the position of the muzzle.

When the gunner's hand stopped moving completely, the muzzle of the cannon stopped turning. With the filling of the cannonballs completed, the gunner turned his head and seemed to shout at the back, and then his raised right hand slammed down. As soon as his hand dropped, the lone cannon fired, and the shell screamed out of its chamber.

Seeing our artillery firing, my first reaction was to look at the binoculars at the truck phalanx to see how they were blown up. After looking at it for a while, I saw a moment of silence there. I was stunned. I wondered what the artillery did and where it hit the artillery.

I retracted the telescope again and saw the gunners withdraw the shell from the barrel and reloaded a new shell. Before shooting this time, I was more mindful and focused on the gunner lying in front of him, staring closely at his raised right hand. When the shell came out of the chamber again, I turned my observation target to the tanks parked at the foot of the hillside.

In the open space between the two tanks, a ball of fire and gunpowder smoke suddenly lit up, and the mud cracked up on the bodies of the two tanks. It suddenly dawned on me. It turns out that the gunners' shooting targets were not the truck phalanx in the distance, but the tanks parked at the foot of the mountain.

The shooting accuracy of these gunners was obviously not very high until the fourth shell was fired. It hit a German tank. When the gunner in charge of observation raised his thumbs to the comrades in the back, the actions of the gunners in the back became more swift. The shooting speed is also faster. As the German shelling of the high ground was in full swing at this time, no one noticed a cannon shooting at their tanks nearby.

I patted Kirilov on the shoulder with excitement, then pointed to the cannon in the depression, and said excitedly: "Comrade Political Commissar, you see, our cannon is shooting at the German tank."

After looking at the direction of my fingers for a while, Kirilov asked curiously: "Comrade Oshanina, what does the gunner do in front of the cannon? If you want to observe, he is standing next to the cannon. Can you observe it too?"

I've always wondered why the gunner was lying in front of the cannon. When I heard Kirilov think the same, I couldn't help but observe the gunner carefully. After looking at it for a while, I finally found out that the position of the cannon is lower than the hillside. Not only the enemy outside cannot see our cannon, but the gunner standing next to the cannon also sees the enemy outside. The front gunner's observation to adjust the shooting angle. After I understood, I quickly explained to Kirilov. It suddenly dawned on him.

Our artillery kept firing, although many of the artillery shells fell into the air and exploded in the open space near the tank. But there were also some shells that accurately hit the German tanks. But when the German tanks parked at the foot of the mountain caught fire one after another, even a fool knew that our cannon must be firing nearby.

The German army stopped its artillery bombardment on the high ground. Both the howitzer and the tank gun turned their muzzles and fired in the direction of the shells. Since they couldn't see the cannon that fired at them, they thought it was a destroyed artillery position with surviving cannons firing, so they chose the target here without hesitation. The position that had just fallen silent was overturned by artillery fire again, the remains of the artillery were torn into pieces, and the bodies of the martyrs were blown away.

See this scene. Kirilov scolded furiously: "Damn Germans, even the remains of our sacrificed soldiers will not be spared. We must repay this grudge!"

Because the Germans chose the wrong target. When they shelled wildly, our cannons continued to fire, and at the same time they accurately destroyed two tanks. But at this moment, the cannon stopped firing.

"What's the matter, why didn't you shoot?" Kirilov asked in surprise.

When I saw that empty boxes were arbitrarily filled with the cannon, and two gunners left the position and ran towards the artillery position that was under heavy shelling, I knew the reason for stopping the firing: "The shells were all hit. Empty!"

The two gunners who ran one after the other, just rushed to the vicinity of the artillery position, a shell fell from the sky, landed next to the gunner running in front, and directly blew him out. Another gunner rushed up the hillside and ran to a fairly complete wooden box, apparently trying to drag the box back.

He just bent over to carry the wooden box, suddenly his body stiffened, and then he stretched out his hands to cover his waist, and after staggering a few steps to the side, he rolled down the hillside.

Seeing the death of the two soldiers who were carrying the shells, I hurried to the door. I just wanted to call in the soldiers standing guard outside, but found that the second regiment commander Pugachev had also come outside the observation post. He slapped his face quickly and shouted at him: "Second regiment commander, come here." Pugachev ran to me quickly, and after standing at attention, he said nothing, quietly waiting for me. give an order.

The situation is urgent, UU reading www. uukanshu.com I didn’t care about talking nonsense with him, and told him straight to the door: “Captain Pugachev, you immediately arrange a platoon of soldiers to go to the artillery camp to fetch the shells, and then send them to the cannon in the depression. Action Hurry up, if we can destroy the German tanks, we will rely on these surviving artillery soldiers."

After receiving my order, Pugachev didn’t immediately turn around and ran out. Instead, he rushed to the phone in the observation post. After shaking the handle for a few times, he picked up the microphone and pointed at the other party seriously. Said: "Hey, is it the third company commander? I am regimental commander Pugachev. I now order you to immediately send a platoon of soldiers to lift a few boxes of guns from the artillery camp and give them to the one who is hiding in the depression. Cannon sent."

After putting down the phone, Pugachev smiled embarrassedly at me, and then explained to me: "Report to the commander, I just saw our artillery position was destroyed by the Germans, and sent a company of infantry. The artillery battalion is ready to immediately assist the artillery of the third company after receiving your order, push all the artillery to the position, and continue the battle with the German tanks."

"Okay, okay, Captain Pugachev, you did a good job." Kirilov couldn't help giving him a thumbs up when he heard Pugachev's consideration so comprehensive, and at the same time praised him repeatedly. (To be continued)

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