Burning Moscow

Major Pugachev’s actions were very swift. Not long after I gave the order, before the shelling subsided, he sent one of the most elite companies to quickly reinforce a regiment.

Hurry up is not enough. On the way to the northern highlands, the company was killed by the enemy's violent artillery fire. As a result, the company suffered heavy losses.

Kirilov and Akhromeyev couldn't help being stunned when they heard the news. Kirilov said in surprise: "The German artillery fire is so intense? You know, the distance between the second regiment and the first regiment is no more than 300 meters, and there are so many trenches and bullet-proof trenches. Unexpectedly, the company that was sent was almost completely lost."

As soon as Kirilov finished speaking, Akhromeyev quickly asked me for instructions: "Master, do I need to postpone the departure of the Third Regiment?"

I lowered my head and thought about it. The current regiment's strength is stretched. If they do not reinforce them in time, it is still a question of whether they can withstand the enemy's attack. But if the Third Regiment were to swarm up like the company of the Second Regiment, the casualties would definitely not be small under the enemy's artillery fire. After kǎolǜ for a long time, I also rejected Akhromeyev’s tíyì, and said to myself: “Chief of Staff, you immediately call Major Godunov and ask him to break the troops into parts. As a unit, enter a group of positions in batches."

"Yes. I will call Major Godunov right away." Akhromeyev finished listening to my orders. After a sentence. So I called San Tuan.

Just as the German troops were launching attacks one after another towards the positions of the regiment, the group army headquarters called. On the phone, General Krylov said in an anxious tone: "Colonel Oshanina, today the Germans launched a full-scale attack on Stalingrad. At present, several more enemies have stormed into the city and are fighting with our troops. Street fighting started. At the same time, the 075 heights were also violently attacked by the Germans. According to the report of the commander who held the position. Their soldiers have fought with the enemy several times with bayonets. Look, can you send troops to reinforce it?"

I was anxious about the battle on the northern highlands. I didn't expect Krylov to call me specifically to send reinforcements to the friendly highlands. If it was yesterday, maybe I really agreed. Anyway, the third regiment as the division reserve team is a firefighting team, and reinforcements will be provided wherever it is needed. But now the three regiments have been sent by me to the high ground to the north, and there is no extra force at all, so I can only say to Krylov embarrassingly: "Comrade Chief of Staff, the enemy has also launched a fierce attack on Mamayev Gang. The offensive. The regiment that originally stood on the northern highlands, after a long period of brutal fighting. The regiment’s strength was almost exhausted, and I just sent the third regiment as a reserve team to reinforce it. So I couldn’t deploy my troops to reinforce the friendly forces."

"Colonel Oshanina, have you ever thought about it? If the high ground guarded by the 2nd Guards Regiment is lost, the enemy will detour to the back of Mamayev Hill, so that you will be attacked by the enemy." I was euphemistic jùjué Krylov, unexpectedly, did not get angry at me, but patiently persuaded me.

When Krylov spoke, my brain was thinking fast. The three regiments currently on the battlefield certainly cannot be used, while the four regiments and five regiments in the settlements are responsible for covering the rear of the entire division. At a critical moment, I also plan to let them all enter the city to start street fighting and guerrilla warfare with the Germans, so naturally they cannot be used. Thinking about the easy-to-attack and hard-to-defend 075 highland, I suggested to Krylov: "Comrade Chief of Staff, since the friendly highlands cannot be defended, then simply fail to defend them. Let them withdraw to the city and continue to fight with each other. The Germans are fighting."

"Abandon the high ground and retreat into the city?" Krylov repeated my words and asked with interest: "I want to hear what you can do to block the enemy after the troops are withdrawn into the city. Offense."

"That's it, Comrade Chief of Staff." I didn't conceal my thoughts about this amiable group army chief of staff. I told him straightforwardly: "075 Heights are easy to attack and hard to defend, and there are not many strong fortifications. Under the powerful artillery fire, the commanders who stick to the high ground will suffer heavy losses. Therefore, I think that we should find some solid buildings in the city, and each building will be equipped with a battle composed of 50 to 00 soldiers commanded by party members. Units, stand firm at these points of support, and fight against the enemies who have rushed into the city." In order to dispel his worries, I also specially emphasized, "As long as the enemy and our fighters are stranded together, the enemy’s aircraft and artillery will be lost. At that time, our commanders can rely on their familiarity with the terrain to knock the enemy out of their heads."

"Your tíyì is not bad, I will report to the commander." After Krylov affirmed my tíyì, he specifically told me: "Remember, you must guard Mamayev Hill at all costs. Otherwise, the enemy will occupy the dock and cut off our contact with the outside world. Once the weapons, ammunition and food cannot be delivered, our 62nd Army will not be the enemy's opponent no matter how tough it is."

"Please rest assured, the Chief of Staff." Although I have shown my determination to the superior commander on countless times and occasions, at this time, I have to bite the bullet and show my determination again: "As long as there is one person in the independent division, We will never let the enemy move forward, and we swear to live and die with the position."

"Well said, I believe you can hold your ground." Krylov hung up after saying this.

The enemy's bombardment of the southern highlands finally ceased as it approached noon. However, their attack on a group of positions has never been interrupted.

I left Akhromeyev at the command post, and took Kirilov to the observation post halfway up the mountain to observe the enemy's attack on a group of positions.

Due to the prolonged shelling, the gunpowder that has not yet dissipated outside the cave is like a thick fog. Blocked our sight. When we bent over to move fast in the trenches. From time to time I can hear those lying on the fortifications. The coughing of the commanders who were coughing violently by the strong smell of gunpowder.

When I heard the coughing of the commanders and fighters, I felt a hint of rejoicing in my heart. Fortunately, Hitler was a victim of a gas war during World War I, so he strictly prohibited his troops from using gas bombs in battle. If we had replaced that shameless Japanese pirate, it is estimated that so many gas bombs would hit us, and we would have corpses all over the field long ago.

When we came to the observation post, we found this relatively hidden observation post. It was bombed down unexpectedly. Looking at the logs that used to make the roof, they were blown to pieces and still burning. I couldn't help but smile, turned my head and said to Kirilov: "Comrade Political Commissar, I think you can think of enemy fire now. How violent is it? If we both stayed in the observation post, we might have gone to see God by now."

"Should we go to the observation post on the top of the mountain?" Kirilov asked carefully.

I shook my head and said bitterly: "Forget it, the enemy shelled and bombed our high ground. I guess the observation post on the top of the mountain is not much better. Maybe it was also destroyed."

Our arrival made the second regiment leader Pugachev panicked. After he got the report from the soldier. I trot along the trenches and came to us. I was about to raise my hand to salute, but I stopped it: "Don't salute, Comrade Major, do you want German snipers to target us?"

Although the visibility is no more than ten meters now, after he listened to my words, he put down his half-raised hand and said nonchalantly: "Commander, political commissar, how did you get to the battlefield? The enemy's shelling was just jerky. At the end, I am worried that there will be unexploded shells or bombs left in the position. It is too dangerous for you to stay here. You should go back to the headquarters first."

"Comrade Major," Kirilov waited for him to finish, and said blankly: "The enemy’s shelling made us trapped in the headquarters all morning. The division commander and I came here just to see the enemy with our own eyes. The offensive situation of a group of positions in order to formulate a corresponding combat plan."

Seeing that the side of the trench was full of commanders who were waiting, I said disapprovingly: "Major Pugachev, don’t worry, don’t you see our soldiers all around? Even if the enemy bypasses the northern highlands, directly To attack us, I believe these commanders will also beat them back."

Seeing my resolute attitude, Pugachev could no longer persuade us, so he nodded to us, turned and left, and went back to his regiment command post to give orders.

When Pugachev left, I lay down in the trench and raised my telescope to look in the direction of the group of positions. Because of the thick smoke of gunpowder, I could only hear the sound of guns coming from the front, and I couldn't see where the battle was actually unfolding.

After another ten minutes, the gunpowder that obscured our sight was blown away by the river breeze for more than half of the time. In this way, I could finally see the battle in the northern highlands. I saw the position halfway up the mountain, already occupied by German troops, and the trenches were crowded with German soldiers, firing at the mountain top position to cover their comrades assaulting upwards.

On our army's position, although the number of soldiers remaining in the trenches was not large, they still used machine guns and rifles to shoot at the German soldiers who were climbing, and from time to time they slammed grenades down. The explosion of the grenade, and the bullets fired by our army, continued to have German soldiers wounded by shrapnel or hit by bullets, rolling down from the hillside.

The top of the hill is fighting, and the troops behind are not idle. On the southern slope, there was probably a company of commanders, bending over with their weapons, and cautiously approaching the top of the hillside. When they were still twenty or thirty meters away from their position, the commander in the front suddenly lifted a red command flag in his hand. The troops immediately stopped advancing and all fell on the spot.

When Kirilov saw this scene, he cursed with anger: "Is this commander's brain flooded? It's only 20 or 30 meters away from the position. Let the soldiers run a few steps and enter the position. He actually ordered the soldiers to stop and hide."

Looking at the bombs that exploded on the hilltop positions from time to time, I suddenly understood the commander’s intentions, and persuaded Kirilov: "Comrade Political Commissar, don’t worry. I think this commander stopped the troops from advancing. Not necessarily a bad thing."

Kirilov was confused by what I said, and he kept looking at me up and down, as if he had never known me. After a long time. He just bit his posterior teeth and asked: "Why?"

I pointed forward with my hand. Explained: "Look. The enemy tank at the foot of the mountain is constantly shelling the position on the top of the mountain, and the German soldiers charging upward are not far from the position. If at this time the reinforcements are allowed to rush into the position, no When it is fully deployed, it will suffer heavy losses in the enemy’s artillery fire."

"Comrade Oshanina, I understand what you mean." Although my words were very clear, Kirilov couldn't help feeling a little anxious when seeing that our position was about to be taken by the enemy. That kind of situation. But this force can't stop there, watching the enemy take our position over."

"My political commissar, please don't worry, don't worry. I think you will soon understand why this troop is here."

After hearing this, Kirilov stopped arguing with me, but said angrily: "Well, I will see what role this force can play."

Due to the disparity between the enemy and our forces, the enemy finally rushed into the position on the top of the mountain. Started close combat with the defenders on the position. Seeing his infantry rushed into the trenches, the German tanks were afraid that they would accidentally injure their own people if they continued to shoot. He stopped shooting. At this time, as the commander swung the red command flag forward, the commander and fighters who were lying on the ground slammed a grenade upwards, then got up and shouted upwards with their weapons. Rush away.

At a distance of twenty or thirty meters, it was only a few breaths away. The enemy had just occupied our position and had not had time to clean the battlefield. Even the machine guns on the sandbags had not had time to change directions, and they were stunned by a large number of grenades falling from the sky. Before they could come back to their senses, a new force rushed in like a rainbow, and fought them hand-to-hand. After a little resistance, the already exhausted German soldiers hurriedly gave up the position they had just occupied, turned around and ran down the slope.

Our soldiers chased them up and smashed a lot of grenades, before lying in the trenches and rushing to the enemy's back, shooting like a target. When the tank at the foot of the mountain recovered and fired at the top of the mountain again, the commanders who had repelled the enemy retreated into the trenches calmly.

Seeing the performance of our fighters, Kirilov still had no smile on his face. I touched him with my arm, and asked in a puzzled way; "Comrade Political Commissar, what's wrong? Why are you not happy to see our commanders repelling the enemy?"

Kirilov pointed to the hilltop position that was being shelled in front of him, and said furiously, "Comrade Oshanina, don’t you think the play just now was too risky? If the Germans occupy our position, we will not stop. , If you take advantage of the high ground and charge downward, do you think our troops can stop it?"

After listening to Kirilov’s concern, I said disapprovingly: "Comrade Political Commissar, you are too nervous. According to my judgment, the enemy will not continue to rush forward after seizing our army's position, but will stay. Rest and reorganize and try to consolidate the position before launching an attack on the new target." I raised my hand and looked at my watch, and then said to him, "Let’s go, Comrade Political Commissar, judging from the current situation, the enemy’s attack on our high ground. , It will end in failure soon, let's go back to the headquarters."

As soon as he returned to the headquarters, Akhromeyev got up and reported to us: "The division commander, political commissar, and Lieutenant Colonel Sergeikov, the commander of the first regiment, just reported to me that the enemy-occupied mountainside position was in the third regiment. The frontal attack of the commanders and fighters, combined with the roundabouts of the two wings of a group of commanders and fighters, has been retaken. The Germans who attacked the position, except for a few escaped, have all been wiped out by us."

"Comrade Political Commissar, are you relieved?" I asked Kirilov with a grin.

Kirilov was a little embarrassed to say: "Comrade Oshanina, I was too uncomfortable. In that situation, when I saw the enemy rushing into our position, I couldn’t wait to pick it up myself. Weapons, rush to the middle of the enemy to destroy them all. Because I was too worried about losing the position, I inevitably made mistakes in judgment."

Hearing that a group repelled the enemy's attack and took back the lost ground, the three of us showed knowing smiles. They all think that after dark, the enemy's offensive will stop and they will have to withdraw from their starting position in a desperate manner.

But we were too happy too soon~www.wuxiaspot.com~ that really complied with the idiom of "extreme happiness generates sadness". At four o'clock in the afternoon, Sergeikov reported to me in a trembling voice on the radio: "Report to the teacher, it's not good, something has happened."

My heart trembled with fright, and I quickly asked nervously, "What happened?"

"Our army's surface positions were all lost, and the remaining troops had to withdraw into the tunnel."

The bad news reported by Sergeikov shocked me to drop the microphone on the ground. This news is really surprising. A few hours ago, he was still reporting to us that the enemy who occupied the position was wiped out and the position was retaken. After a long time, all the surface positions on the northern highlands were lost.

Fu Wushuang does not come singly. Sergeikov hasn’t said why he came here. After answering a call from Akhromeyev, he immediately reported to me with a serious face: "Comrade Commander, Commander Puja of the Second Regiment. Major Coff called. He said that there was about one German company, which had already crossed the top of the **** on the northern high ground, and rushed towards us. "To be continued...)

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