Burning Moscow

Chapter 664: The results of the night raid team (middle)

As soon as I stopped, Kirilov, who was following behind, bumped into him. If he hadn't pulled me in time, I would have fallen headlong in the mud.

He saw me looking unsettled and asked with concern: "Comrade Oshanina, what's the matter with you?"

I looked into the distance and sighed, and said worriedly: "Political commissar, I am worried about the troops who are going to carry out the night raid mission. The road becomes muddy due to rain, which will not only affect their marching speed, but also It will increase the movement of their movement. Although the enemy's sight will be affected after dark, as long as you are not deaf, you can hear the movement of this squad when it is moving."

After hearing this, Kirilov turned his head to meditate for a moment, and then said: "Master, I think your worry is unnecessary, not to mention that there are five commanders from the ensign training team in the squad, who are only in command positions. Comrade Oberstein is a commander with rich combat experience. I think he will find a proper way to deal with the things you are worried about." At this point, he raised his hand and looked at his watch to remind me, " Don’t you want to go to the observation post on the top of the mountain? It’s getting late, let’s go up first and talk about it."

When I came to the top of the mountain, I found that the observation post here, like the one on the mountainside, was destroyed by enemy fire. Looking at the observatory that was unavailable due to the collapse, I regretted that I shouldn't be impulsive and had to drag Kirilov to the top of the hillside, but now I'm going back, I can't speak again.

When I was in a dilemma, Pugachev, who had arrived after hearing the news, came over in time to relieve me. He greeted several soldiers to put raincoats on the trench walls, such words. Kirilov and I can lie on our raincoats to observe the enemy in the distance.

Kirilov and I were seen lying on the raincoat and raising the telescope. Pugachev asked from behind: "Teacher commander, political commissar. Is there anything else I need to work for you?"

I waved at him without looking back, and said impatiently: "Major Pugachev, there is nothing for you here, you go back first. If there is anything needed, I will send soldiers to call you."

I lay on my raincoat and looked at the open land shrouded in night intently. This time, I was lying on the ground for more than an hour, and I didn't feel anything at the beginning. As time passed, and I couldn't see anything through the telescope, my mood became more and more irritable. Finally, I couldn't help it, put the binoculars on the raincoat and said to Kirilov: "Comrade Political Commissar, do you see anything?"

Kirilov put down his binoculars, looked up at me, shook his head slowly, and said, "I haven't seen anything, and I don't know where Oberstein and their night raid team is?"

I carry my hands behind my back. Angrily walked back and forth in the trenches a few times, and made up his mind decisively. Grabbing the telescope on the raincoat, hung it around his neck, and said loudly to Kirilov: "Okay, Comrade Political Commissar, you can't see anything here, let's go back to the headquarters."

As soon as he walked into the headquarters, Kirilov rushed in front of me and asked Akhromeyev: "Chief of Staff, is there any news from the night attack team?"

"No," Akhromeyev's head shook like a rattle. "There is no news at all. Not only did the walkie-talkie carried by Comrade Oberstein have not contacted us, but even the group did not proceed. Contact."

"Chief of Staff, why are you talking about this?" I sat down in my seat, looked up at Akhromeyev and asked, "You said they were not in an accident, did you? Could it be that the wooden bed they were riding on was washed away by the river because the current was too fast?"

Akhromeyev shook his head first, and then said his own opinion: "Master, I think it is unlikely that you said that, even if the boat they were riding in was washed downstream by the river, they could find a new landing point. Continue to perform the night attack mission. The reason why Comrade Oberstein did not contact us is that his troops are currently in a dormant state. In order to avoid exposing the target, he temporarily kept the radio silent."

After listening to Akhromeyev’s analysis, I felt much more at ease, and then changed the subject: "Yes, there is one thing I almost forgot. Tomorrow morning, I will send a squad of fighters to Pavlov. The building sent some ammunition to feed it."

As soon as I said what I said, I knew that I had missed it. The term Pavlov’s building would not officially appear until the end of the Stalingrad defense battle, and now it’s not until Sergeant Pavlov leads his comrades to seize it. This building is less than 2 hours old. Whether it can be held or not is unknown, let alone using his name to order this building.

"Pavlov Building? Commander, what are you talking about?" Akhromeyev showed a confused expression on his face after listening to my order, but before I could explain it, his face was A suddenly enlightened expression: "I remembered, you were talking about the building that accompanied Comrade Commander to inspect during the day. I remember the name of the commander of the guard in the building."

Seeing that Akhromeyev didn’t care what I said, I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then continued to tell him: “If you can find some candies or white sugar, don’t forget to send it to Alianka. ."

"Understood, comrade commander." Akhromeyev smiled and replied to me: "Please rest assured, I will definitely arrange this."

"Pavlov Building, Alianka? I said, the teacher, the chief of staff, what are you two puzzles, why don't I understand?" Hearing my arrangement of Akhromeev’s work, next to him Kirilov was confused. He asked curiously: "I don't know if any of you can explain it to me?"

Akhromeyev glanced at me, nodded when he saw me, and said: "That's it, Comrade Political Commissar. In the battle last night, an infantry platoon of the 2nd Guards Regiment passed through tenaciously. After the battle, I seized a building near the'January 9th' square and built a fortification in it. I followed the division commander, commander, and General Rodimtsev to inspect the building and found it In addition to our commanders, there are more than a dozen residents who have not had time to evacuate. Alianka is one of them. She is still a child. Only four or five years old."

After hearing this, Kirilov nodded and said, "I understand." Then he turned to me and said, "Comrade Oshanina, I think Alianka and her family lack enough food and daily necessities. , Don’t worry, I will personally arrange this tomorrow morning so that someone can bring more food into the building."

As we were talking, Razumeyeva suddenly strode over. Put a newly received telegram in front of me, then turned and left.

As soon as I picked up the telegram, Kirilov leaned in and asked curiously: "Comrade Oshanina, who sent the telegram?"

I read the content of the telegram at a glance and handed it to him. At the same time, I said: "It was a telegram from Lieutenant Colonel Sergeikov, saying that the political commissar of Oberstein had just got in touch with him a few minutes ago. Oberstein Comrades reported that due to the tight defenses of the enemy, they could not get too close to the enemy’s camp. However, when they were lurking nearby, an enemy patrol broke into their ambush circle by mistake. In order not to be noticed. They solved the patrol with daggers and captured a sergeant of the German army. The squad is currently returning along the river, and asked me to contact the fourth regiment on the high ground in advance to avoid the incident on the way back. The defenders misunderstood."

Although Akhromeyev had not had time to read the telegram, as soon as he heard what I said, he immediately picked up the phone, called Lieutenant Colonel Gaidar on the high ground, and informed him of the return of the night raid team. And ordered him to send troops to respond.

When Kirilov put down the telegram, he nodded and said: "This Comrade Oberstein is not easy. He can kill an enemy patrol without making a sound and capture a German sergeant."

Hearing Kirilov's words, Akhromeyev's eyes lit up: "We only need to interrogate this prisoner later, and we can learn about the enemy's camp from his mouth."

What Akhromeyev said was exactly what I was thinking in my heart. I urged him: "Chief of Staff, you quickly call Mikhayev and ask him to come to the division headquarters to interpret for us. Otherwise, some of us will not be able to understand what the Germans are saying."

Mikhayev received the call and quickly rushed to the command post to take a cameo role as an interpreter during the interrogation of the prisoners.

We waited for almost two hours before Oberstein and his night raid team returned to Mamayev Hill.

When Oberstein, dressed in mud, walked into the headquarters, two fighters who were also covered in mud, accompanied by an elderly German sergeant whose hands had been tied back, followed.

After Oberstein saluted us, Kirilov beckoned him to sit down. After he sat down, he did not directly interrogate the captives, but asked Oberstein with concern how their lurking operations were carried out tonight.

Oberstein hurriedly stood up and reported to us the entire process of the operation tonight: "...The team led by me waited on the wooden boat and floated down the river. But the village mentioned in the intelligence was hazy When the shadow appeared in my field of vision, I ordered the soldiers to dock the ship and choose a suitable place to land.

Due to heavy rains before dark, the road outside became muddy, causing inconvenience to our actions. With the help of the cover of night, we cautiously approached the village occupied by the German army. However, when there are still five or six hundred meters away from the village, it is impossible to move on. Outside the village, there are not only barbed wire fences and fortifications built, but there are also many patrols.

After quickly scouting the surrounding terrain, I decisively let the troops spread out on the spot. Every ten people were divided into groups and arranged into a small pocket array. To be honest, lurking so close to the enemy, I have no bottom in my heart. It's not that I'm afraid that a soldier will retreat, but I'm afraid that everyone can't help itching their hands and fire a few shots at the enemy when they see the enemy wandering around us.

We lie in the mud and water, waiting patiently. Except for the lights in the distant villages and the roar of motors made by German vehicles passing nearby, only the sound of the rushing water of the Volga River can be heard.

We lie down in the lurking spot for an hour, yet we haven't seen the enemy patrol pass by. A soldier lying next to me was a little impatient. He climbed two steps towards me and asked quietly: ‘Comrade Political Commissar, how long have we been there? ’

I raised my hand to look at my watch and replied, ‘It’s been over an hour. ’

‘I’m afraid the enemy patrol won’t show up, right? ’

When I heard the soldiers say this, my heart was shaken, if another minute or less passed. Did not see the enemy patrol. I might order the troops to retreat. Try to go around from other directions and try to find loopholes in the enemy camp.

At this moment, I suddenly heard movement from a distance. At first I thought I had heard it wrong, but the voice became clearer and clearer. The restless soldier said to me excitedly: ‘Political commissar, it’s the enemy's patrol! ’

I immediately raised my head and looked carefully in the direction of the sound, and saw a dozen figures walking in our direction. He whispered to the soldiers: ‘You’re right, the enemy patrol is coming towards us. ’

‘When they get closer, let’s do it. As the soldier said, he reached for the grenade pinned to his waist.

I waved my hand quickly and stopped him: ‘No, Comrade Warrior. This place is too close to the enemy. If the battle cannot be resolved in the shortest time, once the enemy's tanks and armored vehicles rush up, we are in danger of annihilation. Send my order and wait for the enemy patrol team to enter our ambush circle, all with daggers to solve. remember. Be sure to stay alive. ’

In this way, when the eleven-man patrol of the enemy entered our ambush circle. The soldiers swooped up from several directions and killed most of the enemies with daggers, and captured the captain of the patrol. As we moved quickly and did not shoot, until we moved, the enemies in the camp did not find that their patrol was killed by us. "

"Good job!" Kirilov praised Oberstein, then walked to the captives, and asked with an indifferent expression: "Your position, rank, and unit?" Mikhayev was following them. Hastily translated his words into German faithfully and told the prisoners.

After the captive listened, he said something, and Mikhayev quickly translated it into Russian for us: "Osch, German sergeant, squad leader of the 3rd Infantry Division."

"Is your division in the village?" Kirilov asked again.

Sergeant Osch shook his head vigorously and replied, "I don't know where the division headquarters is. The regimental headquarters of the 339th infantry regiment stationed in the village."

After translating this passage, Mikhayev suddenly yelled at Sergeant Osch. After the yelling, he also specially translated it to us: "Teacher commander, political commissar, I am talking about him, because during the day I I once met the adjutant of the division commander in that village."

After listening to Sergeant Osch, he suddenly realized: "Mr. Lieutenant, it turns out that you came to our camp today?! That's no wonder, but you happened to catch up with the commander’s adjutant to the division to deliver the order. You are here to discuss the collection of the corpse, so he asked the head of the regiment to leave and personally met you at the regiment headquarters."

Hearing that there was only one regiment in the village, Kirilov's face turned blue. He gritted his teeth and said to Osh: "Please show me the situation of your regiment in the village on the map."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Commander." The German sergeant said to him politely: "I can't read the map, so I can't mark the deployment of our regiment on the map for you." At this point, he paused for a moment. See you Kirilov was already on the verge of a runaway, so he said calmly: "But I can dictate it, and then please mark it on the map yourself."

I first saw that Kirilov had clenched his fist. Just as he was about to swing out, when he heard the second half of Sergeant Osh’s words, his fist loosened. At the same time, he took a long sigh and turned his head to face. Akhromeyev said: "Chief of Staff, you are responsible for marking the position of the prisoner."

The captive didn't know what to think, and in the next half an hour, he cracked a lot. Seeing Akhromeyev marked so many things on the map, I was full of doubts. Did the German sergeant tell the truth? Don't make up and deliberately to fool us.

After the captives confessed their problems, Kirilov waved to Oberstein and said: "Comrade Oberstein, it's getting late, you and your soldiers should go back to rest early, and take the captives away by the way. Give it to Captain Basmanov, the guard battalion commander outside."

When the two soldiers dragged the captive to leave, the captive suddenly yelled a few words. After hearing this, Kirilov couldn't help but stunned, then turned to ask Mikhayev: "Comrade Lieutenant, what did he say?"

Before Mikhayev could speak, I snorted and said first: "What else can he say? It is impossible to say that he is not a Nazi, but a Social Democrat or something."

As soon as my words fell, Mikhayev corrected me with a look of embarrassment: "Comrade Commander, what the captive said is not what you said. He just said that he is an anti-fascist~www.wuxiaspot .com~ That’s why I can selflessly provide us with so much useful information."

"Okay, no matter who he is," Kirilov interrupted his words impatiently, "I only know that he is our prisoner now. Comrade Oberstein, what are you still standing here for? Take the captive, you and your comrades will also go back to rest early."

After Oberstein and his soldiers left with the prisoners, a few of us gathered around the table, staring at the map on the table, and began to discuss.

Akhromeyev said with excitement: "Team commander and political commissar, you see, if the captives didn’t lie, the enemy’s regiment was very downsized, so two battalions were placed in the direction facing our position. There was only one company on the side. To the west of the village, there was an enemy artillery battalion position. Due to limited forces, only two platoons of infantry were sent to guard the artillery position."

"Chief of Staff, let's talk about it, what do you think?" Kirilov asked after hearing this.

"It's still the old way," Akhromeyev said confidently: "Send troops to carry out a night attack to try to seize the enemy's artillery position and destroy it." To be continued. . )

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