Burning Moscow

The fighting ended after half an hour. The invading enemy was not completely wiped out. Twenty-odd soldiers fled in two undamaged armored transport vehicles.

When Basmanov commanded the troops to clean the battlefield, I returned to the command post and used the walkie-talkie inside to communicate with the third regiment. Fortunately, when I changed the defense, I asked Godunov to leave communication equipment for the new troops. Otherwise, I have no way to communicate with the outside world.

Godunov heard my voice and asked somewhat unexpectedly: "Comrade Commander, why did you go to 107.5 Heights?"

Regardless of explaining the reason to him, I bluntly ordered him: "Comrade Captain, immediately send two battalions of troops to the 107.5 heights to receive defense."

Godunov dared not discount my order, and immediately agreed unambiguously: "Yes, I will send troops over to take over." At this point, he lowered his voice and said with concern, "Commander, that Gao It’s not safe on the ground. Why don't you get out first?"

"Where do you come from so much nonsense," I said impatiently, "I tell you, I will stay here before the people who see you reach the high ground, and don't go anywhere." After that, I stopped. Contact him.

When I walked out of the command post, Basmanov happened to come back from the foot of the hill with a few soldiers and saw me standing in the trench. He hurriedly ran a few steps and jumped in.

I glanced at him and asked faintly: "Has the casualties been counted?"

Basmanov nodded and replied: "In the previous battle, we destroyed eight German tanks and five armored vehicles and killed the enemy..."

Halfway through his words, I was interrupted, "I did not ask you what kind of results you have achieved, but about the casualties of our army!" What I am concerned about at the moment is the Director of the Political Department Vlasov and The life and death of Lieutenant Lemusev.

"Our army sacrificed 197 people. We wounded 85 people." At this point, his voice went low: "Comrade Vlasov, Director of the Political Department of the 92nd Brigade, was injured and has been sent to the medical clinic in the factory. Naval Captain Column Musef. Sacrificed."

Although I saw Lemusev fall with my own eyes just now, I still hold a trace of luck in my heart. After learning the true situation of the captain from Basmanov's mouth, he couldn't help feeling disappointed and sad. Looking at the hillside full of corpses, I continued to ask Basmanov: "How many people are left in the sailing camp?"

Basmanov did not answer me immediately, but shouted in the direction of the soldiers outside the trench: "Hey, Holol, come to me!"

With his shout, a sailor ran out of the crowd and jumped cleanly into the trench. After raising his hand to salute me, he stood up straight and waited for my instructions. Basmanov introduced to me: "Comrade commander, this is Sergeant Holor. You can ask him about the situation in the sailing camp."

I nodded to the young sailor in front of me and asked, "Sergeant Hollow, how many people are left in your battalion?"

Holol is a very kind guy. Hearing my question, he quickly replied: "Report to Comrade Colonel. There are 19 people left in our camp. In addition, there may be a few wounded in the medical clinic down the hill, but I It is estimated that they have lost their combat effectiveness. If they can move, they should have just followed the battalion commander and launched a charge against the enemy."

"Comrade sergeant, may I ask a question? Why do you shout at full speed when you charge?"

Holov shrugged and said: "How to say this, it should be a tradition in our navy. It is the same thing to call Ullah when charging with the army."

"Do you have any plans next?" I then asked.

Holov glanced over the hillside, then gritted his teeth and said: "As long as one of us is there, we will never leave the high ground. Look. The whole camp is almost all lying on the hillside, how could we leave it? Are they leaving alone?"

"Sergeant Holor. You go to rest first, and you have enough energy. Only then can you continue fighting with the Germans."

Holov agreed, saluted and turned and left.

Watching the sailors go away, Basmanov also said to me with concern: "Comrade commander, the enemy does not know when the enemy will attack again. It is too dangerous here. You should return to the division headquarters as soon as possible."

I shook my head and said, "No, I can't leave now. I have to wait for Godunov's troops to arrive before leaving. Judging from the current situation, the enemy regards this high ground as the best breakthrough point, so I don't hesitate to mobilize it. Heavy troops came to attack. In just two days, the 39th Guards Regiment, the 42nd Infantry Brigade, and the 92nd Infantry Brigade lost their troops here one after another, and paid thousands of casualties. If this battle is to continue like this, we I don’t know how many more troops will be filled in."

Hearing what I said, Basmanov asked worriedly: "Since this is the case, can this position be defended even if it is replaced by our division's troops?"

I pondered for a moment and replied: "Although I will pay a lot of money, I firmly believe that I can hold it. Don't forget, the enemy's attack on the regiment is not weak, but every time it is defeated. Why is this? It is not because our fortifications are well repaired. So when the new troops arrive, we must urge them to repair the fortifications so that the troops can reduce unnecessary casualties when the enemy attacks."

While talking, a soldier ran over and reported to me: "Report to the commander, there is a troop coming up and down the southern slope."

When Basmanov heard the soldier's report, I put my hand on the holster instinctively. I waved at him quickly and said lightly: "Comrade Captain, don't worry, it should be a soldier from the Godunov regiment. Let's go, let's go down to meet them."

When we reached halfway up the mountain, we met head-on with the troops going uphill. Godunov, who was walking in the forefront, saw us descending to meet him. Godunov hurried two steps and ran in front of me. He raised his hand in salute and said: "Reporter, the third group, the second battalion, and the third battalion. The camp is here, please give instructions!"

"Let the troops enter the position."

Hearing my order, Godunov turned around and said loudly behind him: "The second battalion, immediately enter the main position, and repair the bombed fortifications. The third battalion, enter the Tibetan army cave, waiting for my further orders. "

After the soldiers dispersed according to his orders. I walked to Godunov's side and asked with concern: "Comrade Captain, how is your injury?"

Godunov did not expect that I was still thinking about his injury at the moment. Some felt that, "Thank you for your concern, my injury is fine. It won't affect the command and operation." At this point, he suddenly pointed down the hillside and said to me: "Master, there is a sidecar with a sidecar under the hillside. I prepared the motorcycle for you. Now that my troops have entered the designated position, you can return to the division headquarters with peace of mind, right?"

"Yes, Commander, Captain Godunov is right." Basmanov also said with help, "Since he has prepared all the motorcycles for you. You should go back to the division headquarters."

I knew that if I didn’t leave, the two of them would be like Tang Seng. They kept talking in my ears for the things about returning to the division headquarters, so they didn’t insist anymore, and said, “Okay, I Now go back to the division headquarters. However, Captain Basmanov, because you are still responsible for handing over positions to Godunov, you cannot accompany me back for the time being."

"Understood. Master." Basmanov urged me: "I will leave the things here. You should go back soon, otherwise our hearts will not be at ease."

Godunov prepared a motorcycle for me. After five minutes, he stopped at the hillside where the headquarters was. When I got out of the car, I also specifically said to the motorcyclist: "Comrade Warrior, you should find a place nearby to hide, maybe I will use the car again."

"Understood!" The motorcyclist agreed, looked around, then pointed to the checkpoint not far away, and said to me: "Comrade Commander, I'll park the car there. If you want to use a car, go there. Find me there."

"Okay. I see." After saying this, I raised my hand and walked up the hillside.

Back to the headquarters. I saw that there was only Akhromeyev except for the communications. It is estimated that Kirilov had stayed at the command post of the fifth regiment and had not returned.

As I walked towards Akhromeyev, I asked him aloud, "Comrade Chief of Staff, is there anything new?"

Akhromeyev stood up and replied respectfully: "The enemy's attack on a group of positions has been repulsed."

This result has long been expected by me, and a group of defenses relying on favorable fortifications is more than enough to deal with the invading enemy. It's normal to fight back, but it's strange that you can't fight back. I then asked, "Anything else?"

"General Krylov, the chief of staff of the group army, once called, asking you to call him immediately after returning to the command post and report the situation on the 107.5 heights."

Hearing Akhromeyev said that General Krylov was looking for me, I quickly picked up the phone on the table and dialed the command of the group army. Good luck this time, it was Krylov himself who answered the phone. As soon as I heard his voice, I said politely: "Hello, Comrade Chief of Staff, I just came back from 107.5 Heights."

"Is the situation clear?" Krylov asked immediately, impatiently.

"I figured it out." I replied calmly,

Krylov said in a trembling voice: "Tell me about the specific situation."

"That's it, Comrade Chief of Staff." I sorted out the whole incident in my mind, and then reported to him clearly: "German troops once bypassed the high ground, rushed into the Soviet Street, and stood firmly on the street. There was a battle with the troops there. After encountering the stubborn resistance of our soldiers, the enemy left many corpses and burning tanks and retreated sullenly. The Brigade Headquarters of the 92nd Brigade should have been the enemy rushing in. He retreated in a hurry on Soviet Street. However, Comrade Frasov, the director of the political department, battalion-level political commissar, stayed. When I arrived with the troops, he personally led the troops to repel another enemy attack on the high ground. ."

"How many people are left on the 92nd Brigade at 107.5 Heights?"

I thought for a while and answered, "On the high ground, there are 19 sailors left. In the dormitory area behind the hillside, there are probably two to three hundred."

"Huh?" Krylov was taken aback by the data I said. But this is also normal. There are thousands of people in a brigade, and two to three hundred people are left after a day. Anyone who changes will be surprised. He paused for a moment, then continued to ask, "Do you know where the brigade headquarters has been withdrawn?"

"I seem to have heard the brigade commander say that the brigade headquarters should be withdrawn to some deserted island, so that it will be convenient to continue commanding the troops."

"I understand." After Krylov said these words, he suddenly said to me seriously: "Comrade Oshanina, you should come to the group army headquarters immediately. Please tell Cui Kefu what you know. The commander reports. Pay attention to safety on the road."

When I put down the phone, Akhromeyev, who heard what I was talking, asked nervously: "Commander. Are you going to the headquarters of the group army now?"

I nodded and said affirmatively: "Chief of Staff. I think you also heard General Krylov's order, let me rush to the headquarters immediately and report what I have learned to the commander."

"Need more manpower?"

I quickly waved my hand to reject his kindness, and said, "There are two fighters on the hillside and a motorcycle with a sidecar. That's enough, no need to send people."

"Well, good luck to you!"

Go down the hillside. I found the motorcycle parked next to the checkpoint, got into the sidecar, and then told the motorcyclist: "Go drive, comrade soldier."

"Where are you going, comrade commander?"

"Group Army Command!"

Motorcycles run faster than cars at certain times, especially on roads with craters and rubble. Motorcycles are more convenient and faster than cars. In less than ten minutes, the motorcycle I was riding on stopped at the gate of the group army headquarters.

When I walked into the headquarters, I found that not only the military commissioner Gurov was not there. Even General Krylov was not there, only Trikov was lying on the table to rest. I walked across to him and stopped, bending slightly. Called him in a low voice: "Comrade Commander, Comrade Commander."

My shout awakened Cui Kefu. He shook his whole body suddenly, then sat up straight, and said weakly, "It's Comrade Oshanina. At this time, you don't stay at your division headquarters and ran to me. What are you doing here?"

When I heard him say this, I couldn't help but stunned. Didn't Krylov tell me to report the situation to the headquarters. Tell Cui Kefu? But Krylov is not there at this time, I can only bite the bullet and say: "Report to Comrade Commander. I am on the order of the Chief of Staff Krylov to report to you on the 107.5 Heights. "

"107.5 Heights?!" Hear the place name. Cui Kefu raised his spirits and asked me: "I remember ordering you to send troops to take back the lost position. What is going on now, are the positions taken back?"

"But, Comrade Commander. The 107.5 height has not been lost at all, and there is no need to take it back?"

"What are you talking about, the 107.5 height has not been lost?" Cui Kefu rubbed his hair vigorously and said to himself: "What the **** is going on? Since the position has not been lost, then why the brigade commander tower of the 92nd Brigade? Nasolov wants to report to me that the enemy rushed into Soviet Avenue and occupied 107.5 Heights?"

"Comrade Commander, although the German army once rushed into the Soviet Street, under the stubborn resistance of the sailors, the enemy finally lost hundreds of corpses and many wrecked tanks, and retreated dingyly. ."

"Report!" Without waiting for Cui Kefu to speak, a loud voice suddenly came from the door, and then a Lieutenant Colonel Wein Rube strode in. After he smiled at me and nodded, he reported to Cui Kefu excitedly: "Comrade Commander, another new unit is here."

As soon as his words fell, he walked from the door to a short, Asian-looking lieutenant colonel. They came to Cui Kefu and raised their hands in salute, saying: "The 284th Infantry Division Commander, Lieutenant Colonel Vachuk, reports to you that the whole division has been They all crossed the Volga and entered Stalingrad, waiting for your further orders."

Cuikov, who had been sluggish, heard Vachuk’s report and stood up excitedly like a chicken blood, walked over to shake hands with Vachuk, and said loudly, “Welcome to you and your troops. Colonel Vachuk."

Vachuk, who was shaking hands with him, showed an awkward expression on his face, carefully reminding him: "Comrade Commander, you are wrong, I am just a lieutenant colonel."

Cui Kefu waved his hand and said in an unquestionable tone: "Comrade Vachuk, I said you are a colonel, you are a colonel, and you will hang the fourth bar on the collar in a moment."

I heard that Cui Koff promoted Vachuk to such an understatement, and I was envious, and said to myself that if I reappear in front of General Zhukov someday, he would be able to restore my general rank so easily. Because I was thinking about wrongdoing, I didn't hear clearly what tasks Cuikov had assigned to Vachuk's troops.

When I saw the newly promoted Colonel Vachuk raise his hand to salute Cuikov and plan to turn around and leave, General Krylov hurriedly walked in from the outside and said angrily: "Comrade Commander, I've got everything clear. The 107.5 plateau on the west side of Mamayevgang was not lost. It was the brigade commander and political commissar of the 92nd Infantry Brigade. He threw down his troops and ran to the desert island. According to Comrade Oshanina’s report, the brigade was under the jurisdiction of the brigade. The sailor battalion in China was also under the command of Comrade Vlasov, director of the Political Department, and fought against the enemy."

After he finished speaking, he did not wait for Cui Kefu to express his opinion, so he shouted at the door: "Bring them up." As he shouted, four heavily armed soldiers escorted two wearing military coats and big eaves. The cap's commander came in. I fixed my eyes and found that these two men were the brigade commander and political commissar of the 92nd brigade I saw during the day.

After Cuikov glared at the two men fiercely, he told Vachuk: "When observing the activities of the enemy aircraft, we found that the German pilots were not accurately throwing bombs. Only when the center is wide, that is, when the enemy and the enemy are in forward positions. When the distance between them is wide enough, the enemy planes dare to bomb the front of our army. This makes us think of shortening the middle area as much as possible, shortening the distance to throwing grenades. That's all I told you, go ahead ."

Vachuk saluted Trikov and Krylov, then glanced at the two commanders who were guarded by the soldiers, then turned and walked out of the headquarters.

After Krylov waited for Vachuk to leave, he asked Trikov for instructions: "Comrade Commander, what should they do?"

Cui Kefu walked up to the two of them, looked at them, then snorted heavily, and said bluntly: "We absolutely cannot tolerate this kind of coward who flees."

Hearing what Cui Kefu said~www.wuxiaspot.com~ the colonel said quickly: "Comrade Commander, please listen to us explain that we retreated to the deserted island to better command the troops."

"Commanding troops, it's a joke." Cui Kefu asked with a sneer: "Your troops are at 107.5 high ground, with Mamayev Hill in between. How do you command?"

"Comrade Commander, what do you plan to do with them?" Krylov asked Trikov for advice again.

"Tanasolov, commander of the 92nd Infantry Brigade, and Andreyev, political commissar, left the troops without permission and fled to the desert island without permission from their superiors. This behavior cannot be forgiven. I now announce that the two will be shot on the spot, as an example."

Krylov’s decision frightened Krylov. After all, he and the two of them were old acquaintances. He thought that he would be sent to a military court at most. However, he did not expect that Cui Kefu gave such a severe order, so he opened his mouth to persuade Cui Kefu to change his mind: " Comrade Commander, I knew before the war..."

Cui Kefu interrupted him involuntarily, and directly issued the final order: "Comrade Chief of Staff, corps fighting, military discipline must be strict, you don't need to talk about it. Let's do it!" (To be continued) ()