Burning Moscow

The soldier who was talking to me turned around and said to another soldier: "Go and inform Comrade the battalion commander that there are many Germans in the building. Let him immediately bring people to support!"

The soldier nodded in agreement and turned around to leave. I quickly grabbed him and said in a low voice, "Comrade soldier, do you have any grenades on your body? If so, give me two."

The soldier took out two grenades from his waist and stuffed it into my hand, and said in a low voice: "Master, be careful of you." After that, he ran downstairs quickly.

The remaining soldier carefully observed the surroundings and said in a low voice: "Master, I will go up and take a look." After that, he held the gun and catted to his waist and carefully walked up the stairs. I squatted on the stairs, pointed my gun upstairs, and planned to shoot without hesitation whenever there was any movement.

The soldier had just walked up a few steps. Suddenly I heard a creak. The door of the nearest room opened. A heavily armed German soldier rushed out of it and opened it to the soldier on the stairs. gun. The soldier with several shots in his body lay silently on the stairs.

"Damn German!" I roared and turned my gun, and squeezed the trigger at the German soldier. With the huge impact of the bullet, his body turned several times on the spot before he fell to the ground. I hung my submachine gun around my neck after the bullets, pulled the two grenades that I was about to come, and threw them into the room with the door open.

After two violent explosions, I stood up and walked firmly toward the room while changing the magazine. Before I could get to the door, a German soldier rushed out of the house with a bayonet-mounted rifle. Seeing that the enemy was coming fiercely, I hurried back. I didn't expect to be stirred by the corpse on the ground, and my body fell back involuntarily. As soon as I fell to the ground, the enemy stabbed fiercely with a rifle. I quickly rolled to the left on the spot, avoided his fatal blow, and pulled out the pistol from my waist. When he raised the bayonet again and stabbed me down. Holding the gun in both hands, I pulled the trigger at him without hesitation, and blasted all the bullets in the gun in one breath.

The German soldier hit several bullets in the face. The rifle in his hand thumped and fell to a low voice, his body shook a few times, and he leaped towards where I was. I turned my body to the side, trying to avoid his body, but I was blocked by the wall. As a result, the body of the German army fell heavily on my body, and a smelt and unpleasant blood touched my face. It almost made me vomit with nausea.

I throw away the pistol. Push the corpse away hard and get up from the ground. Picking up the submachine gun I had just used, quickly changing the magazine, bent over and cautiously approached the room with the open door. After listening to the outside of the door, there was no movement inside, and then he rushed in quickly.

When I entered the house, I saw that this room was a temporary place for the wounded. Five German soldiers with gauze on their heads, limbs, or bodies fell to the ground all the way, probably killed by the two grenades I just had. Crushed stones, broken furniture and bullet casings were all over the floor. All were soaked in a pool of blood flowing from the corpse.

I glanced at the corpse lying in the doorway and found a sleeve with a red cross on his arm. It seemed that I had killed several wounded German soldiers by accident.

I stood in the room with a submachine gun. Consider whether you should hurry and evacuate to the outside of the building before the enemy finds me; or stay here and wait for Major Morozov to bring reinforcements. At this moment, there was a rush of footsteps from the top of the stairs, which made my heart beat faster. In a panic, I couldn't even think about it. I quickly dodged behind the door and pressed my back against the wall. Pointed the gun to the door.

Hearing the footsteps approaching the door, my heart touched my throat. The fingers on the trigger trembled slightly. As long as someone walks into my field of vision at this moment, I think I will pull the trigger without hesitation.

Just when I thought that fighting was inevitable. Suddenly someone outside the door lowered his voice and asked, "Hey, you said that the division commander and Valoja are here, but there are only the corpses of Valoja and another soldier. Where is the division commander?"

Then a voice said aggrieved: "Major, when Varoja asked me to call you just now, the commander squatted on the stairs."

"What about now?" The person who asked the question earlier said in a vicious tone: "Where has the teacher been?"

Before the soldier could speak again, I had already heard that the person speaking outside was Morozov, and the soldier who had just been sent to ask for help quickly removed his finger from the trigger and whispered to the outside: "Mo Rozov, is that you?"

As soon as the voice fell, seven or eight people rushed in from outside the door, searching around with their guns. Since I was hiding behind the door, they were not able to find me the first time. Seeing Morozov’s familiar back, I lowered my muzzle, gave a light cough, and then greeted him: "Major Morozov, here I am."

I suddenly spoke, and all the soldiers in the room were taken aback. Everyone turned around and instinctively pointed their weapons at me. After seeing that it was me, everyone lowered their muzzles one after another. Morozov's decision was even more exaggerated. He stuffed the rifle in his hand into the hand of the soldier next to him, rushed over and grabbed my arm, and asked nervously, "Master, are you injured?"

I understand that he saw my face covered with blood, so he thought I was injured. I quickly raised my hand and wiped it on my face with my sleeve, and said disapprovingly: "This is German blood. I am not injured." After finishing speaking, I glanced at the soldiers in the room, "Major, you take How many people are there?"

"25 people." Morozov turned to look at the fighters behind him, and then said: "There are still 17 fighters in the corridor outside. Commander, what is our next task?"

I pointed up, and then said to him: "There was a German upstairs upstairs. The Valorja just wanted to rush up, but I didn't expect to be killed by the German hygienist who rushed out of this room."

After hearing this, Morozov frowned and looked at me and asked, "Do you know how many people are there?"

I shook my head and said bitterly, "I don't know, but in the exchange of fire just now, I killed a soldier."

After Morozov heard this, he turned and rushed to the soldiers behind him and gave an order: "A group of three, rush upstairs!"

As his orders were issued, except for the soldiers who took weapons for him. The remaining six people rushed out.

When I walked to the door, I saw a long corridor on the right side of the door. A dozen soldiers were standing scattered against the wall in formation. He stared nervously at his comrade-in-arms who was about to rush upstairs.

The six fighters were divided into two groups, one group squatting on the stairs. He squatted and turned his muzzle up, and watched the movement above the stairs vigilantly. The three soldiers in the other group took their guns and stepped cautiously up the stairs with their waists down.

When they got to the corner of the stairs, a grenade bursting with smoke suddenly fell on the top of the stairs. The soldier walking in the front shouted: "Grenade, be careful!" After shouting, he bent down to pick up the grenade on the ground and threw it upstairs. The grenade exploded not long after it left the hand. The shrapnel flying horizontally immediately knocked down the three soldiers.

Seeing the front comrades fall, the latter group rushed up with their guns before Morozov gave an order. A soldier rushing to the forefront rushed to the turn of the stairs with his back against the wall, raised his gun and swept it at the top, and then rushed up first.

Seeing a few soldiers rushing upstairs, Morozov slammed his hand at the soldiers standing in the corridor, and shouted loudly, "Get all of them up!"

Following his orders, more than a dozen soldiers quickly ran past us with guns in their hands. Rush upstairs along the stairs.

Listening to the intensive shooting from upstairs, Morozov took off the kettle on his body and handed it to me. At the same time, he said to me in a reproachful tone: "Comrade Commander. You are the commander of a division. How can you be like an ordinary soldier? How about charging forward? Fortunately, I came in time, otherwise, you would be in danger!"

I took the kettle and opened the lid and poured some water on my hand to scrub the blood stains on my face. Looking at the corpses lying under my feet, I couldn't help feeling a wave of fear. On impulse, I rushed into the building with the Germans holding my submachine gun. If it weren't for his fate, he would have been stabbed to death by a German medical officer.

After washing my face. Hearing the gunshots upstairs becoming sparse, he shook his head at Morozov. Said: "Let's go, Major Morozov, the fighting upstairs should be almost over, let's go and see."

Hearing what I said, Morozov knew that he could not stop me from going upstairs, so he let the remaining soldier clear the way for us. It wasn't until the soldier stood at the turn of the stairs and rushed down and said loudly: "Comrade Major, the stairs are all our people." Morozov assured me: "Master, it's safe now, you can go up. ."

We followed the stairs to the top of the third floor and saw two soldiers crouching behind a pile of rubble. Among them was a sergeant. Seeing us coming up, he hurriedly bent over and ran over to report: "Master, battalion Long, a few Germans hid in a room in the front corridor after fighting with us. We rushed twice and were beaten back by them and injured five or six soldiers."

Morozov leaned forward and took a look in the corridor and asked, "When you came up, were there many enemies upstairs?"

The sergeant pointed to the ground and said, "There were almost ten enemies. After six were killed by us, the rest ran into the front room."

"How come there are only you two, the remaining soldiers?" Morozov probably asked his subordinates harshly because I was standing by.

"Both in the two front rooms."

"Take them and continue to rush to me. We must eliminate all the remaining Germans in the shortest time!"

The sergeant agreed, ran back to the rubble and patted the back of the soldier who was still lying there, motioned him to come with him, then rushed into the corridor and shouted, "Comrades, come with me!"

Morozov and I hid behind the rubble and leaned forward to watch the small-scale attack launched by the soldiers. A dozen soldiers, led by the sergeant, moved forward carefully in scattered formations. Just half the distance, the door of a room in front of them suddenly opened, and then a German soldier jumped out, holding a submachine gun and shooting at our soldier.

The sergeant walking in the front shouted loudly at the moment the German jumped out: "Provide!" Although his order was timely, not all soldiers responded so quickly. In the sound of the submachine gun "dada" shooting, two soldiers who reacted slowly before lying down were hit by a bullet, screamed and fell down. Bullets that did not hit the target swished over our heads, frightening us to lie on the rubble so as not to be hit by stray bullets.

After the German shot out the bullets in the submachine gun, he retracted into the room and closed the door easily.

The sergeant saw that this round of offense did not work. I had to get up and ran back to us and asked us in a low voice: "Master, battalion commander, before you come up. We once rushed to the door of that room. When a soldier was kicking the door, he was shot by a bullet inside. Down. The enemy is getting more and more cunning now. This time he rushed out and shot without waiting for us to approach. What should we do next?"

Morozov did not answer his question, but turned to look at me, waiting for me to give orders to the sergeant.

Before giving the order, I need to find out the situation here, so I asked the sergeant: "Apart from this room, are there any enemies in the other rooms?"

The sergeant shook his head and replied, "It shouldn't be." That's it. He seemed to remember something suddenly, turning his head and pointing his finger at the corridor and added, "There should be people in the innermost room, but it should not be Germans, but our own people. Because when we attacked, the enemy attacked that room. I just got kicked out."

After listening to the introduction by the sergeant, I had a preliminary understanding of the current enemy situation and a corresponding solution. I called the sergeant to my side, pointed to the room in the hallway and said to him: "Sergeant. You take people into the room next to the German army, blast the wall with a grenade, and then when the enemy is stunned by the explosion. Then rush in through the blasted hole and shoot with a submachine gun to destroy the enemy inside."

After hearing what I said, the sergeant replied loudly: "Understood!" Then he bent over and rushed into the corridor, pulled the two soldiers lying on the ground up, and quickly broke the door into the room next to the German army.

"Is this method effective?" Morozov asked inwardly.

I nodded vigorously and said affirmatively: "Don't worry, Comrade Morozov, the enemy never dreamed that our soldiers would blow the wall from the next door. They might concentrate all their energy at the door, so my plan can be successful. ."

Talking. The sergeant ran out of the house with two soldiers, and closed the door easily. He fell directly to the ground.

"Boom!" Almost at the same time they were lying down, there was an earth-shattering explosion in that room, blowing the door of the room flying out, and then a lot of smoke and rubble came out of the room. The sergeant got up from the ground, shouted aloud, and rushed into the room. Then four or five soldiers also got up and rushed into the room after him.

The explosion just now not only made the floor tremble, but also hummed my ears, so that I didn't hear clearly what the sergeant called before rushing into the room. It wasn't until a few minutes later that the sergeant led his men out of the German room that my hearing returned to normal, and at the same time I understood that the German army in the room was completely wiped out by our soldiers.

Morozov and I hurried to the front of the sergeant, raised our hands and patted his shoulder, and asked loudly, "Good job, comrade sergeant. What is your name?"

The sergeant whose face was darkened by the gunpowder grinned and replied: "Report to the commander, Sergeant Kozhevnikov, the squad leader of the mortar company of the Independent Division Artillery Battalion, to report to you and await your order!"

I was just trying to encourage the sergeant to say a few words, when suddenly a loud voice came from the room at the bottom of the corridor: "Hey, is it my own?"

The sudden sound surprised everyone. The sergeant quickly pushed me aside and blocked my expression. He pointed his gun at the room where the sound came from.

Morozov passed by me, walked a few steps towards the door, and said loudly, "Hey, listen inside. I am Major Morozov, commander of the Artillery Battalion of the Independent Division. Which part of you are you?"

Hearing Morozov's answer, the door opened slightly, and the voice just now came again: "We are from the 42nd Guards Regiment. Our commander is injured and is lying in the room."

Hearing that it was from the 42nd Guards Regiment, I quickly pushed aside the sergeant in front of me, walked a few steps toward the door, and stood side by side with Morozov, then raised my voice and said, "I am Osha, the independent division commander. Colonel Ning Na, is Colonel Ye Lin inside?"

Hearing my identity, the door opened immediately, and a tall ensign stood at the door, raising his hand to salute me: "Hello, Comrade Colonel."

When I walked into the room, I saw a machine gun lying on the ground, and the machine gunner was lying on the ground face to face with blood on his face. Analyze from uncoagulated blood. He had just died soon. Colonel Ye Lin, the head of the 42nd regiment, was lying in a corner of the room covered in blood at the moment, surrounded by gravel and bullet craters. It seems that they have been here for a long time.

I quickly walked to Colonel Ye Lin and squatted down, holding one of his hands. Carefully asked: "Comrade Colonel, what happened, why are you trapped here?"

Colonel Ye Lin, who had his eyes closed, heard my voice and opened his eyes hard. After squeezing a smile on his face, he said weakly: "Colonel Oshanina, thank you for saving me. My The regiment headquarters is located here. Since the enemy is launching an offensive from both east and west sides of Soviet Street at the same time, there are not many fighters left in our regiment, so I sent most of the regiment headquarters to the battlefield. I didn’t expect it to be. In this way, the enemy's attack was not blocked, and an enemy hit and collided to my regiment headquarters, trapping us here."

Morozov, who came in with me, saw that Ye Lin was seriously injured, so he quickly called a few soldiers in, asked them to take out their first aid kits, and simply bandaged the colonel by himself.

After Morozov wrapped up Colonel Ye Lin, he stood up and asked me for instructions: "Comrade Commander. What shall we do next?"

I glanced at Ye Lin lying in front of me, and then told Morozov: "Major, find some soldiers to send the colonel to Mamayev Hill. We have a health team that can treat the colonel." I raised my hand and patted the shoulder of the ensign under Ye Lin, and said friendlyly: "Comrade Ensign, you also go with my soldier. Remember, you must protect the safety of your captain."

"Yes!" The major replied loudly, with a grateful expression on his face.

"Stop, who are you?" The sergeant's voice suddenly came from outside.

Morozov and I turned our heads and looked out the door. I want to find out who is here at this time. A familiar voice came: "I am Captain Basmanov, commander of the guard battalion, don't you know me?"

"I'm sorry. Comrade Captain! I didn't see clearly that it was you, please forgive me!" The sergeant explained to Basmanov politely. Then he said: "The division commander and Major Morozov are in the front room, talking to the commander of the friendly army."

There was a rush of running from far to near, and then Basmanov appeared at the door. Seeing that Morozov and I were both here, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with relief: "Thank God, comrade teacher, I can find you." Then he said to me in a reproachful tone, "I will The platoon stayed here to protect your safety. I didn’t expect you to throw them all into the battle. Fortunately, you were safe, otherwise I would just jump into the Volga River and I would not be able to wash away my sins."

"Okay, okay, don't say it." I understand that Basmanov said this, deliberately pretending to be sympathetic, but still feel warm in his heart for his concern. "How is the situation outside?"

"After the enemy was hit by us, they fled to the square on January 9th. The streets and buildings on both sides from the east entrance to the square were all occupied by us. The German troops inside have all been cleared. Those who retreated to the square. The Germans are fighting fierce battles with the soldiers of the 42nd Guards Regiment. However, judging from the current situation, the enemy will retreat before long."

I heard that the guards had already cleared out the remnant enemies on the road to Mamayevgang, and the big rock hanging in my heart fell to the ground. I pointed to Ye Lin who was lying on the ground and said to Basmanov: "Comrade Captain, this is Colonel Ye Lin, the commander of the 42nd Guards Regiment. He was injured in the battle just now. You immediately tuned in. The six soldiers, tied a stretcher, carried Comrade Colonel to Mamayev Hill, and sent them to the health team."

Unexpectedly, Basmanov did not immediately arrange for manpower to carry out my order after listening to my order. Instead, he stood still and remained silent. Seeing this, I kicked him with anger and said loudly, "Captain Basmanov, your ears are deaf. Didn't you hear my orders?"

Seeing that I was angry, Basmanov said to me with a wry smile: "Comrade commander, after the battle just now, there are only 15 soldiers left in the guard company. If six people are taken away at once, our strength will be Thin."

"Even if everyone is taken away, I must complete the order I gave." In front of the friendly army commander, withdrawing the order I just issued will make me feel that it is a very shameless thing, so I Can only bite the bullet and continue to say: "Don't you know that the commander's order is not allowed to be discussed? Let's carry it out!"

Although my tone was stern, Basmanov still did not issue orders to his men. At this moment, the second lieutenant standing next to Ye Lin said: "Colonel Oshanina, thank you for your kindness! Your troops are weak, and maybe you will fight with the enemy in the future. The troops should not be scattered, so **** the captain. I’ll be responsible for everything, you just need to send another person to help me carry the stretcher and be a guide."

Seeing that the ensign of the friendly army had already spoken to this point, Basmanov was too embarrassed to continue to delay, and immediately went out and ordered his men to tie a stretcher.

After Basmanov left, I turned my head and said to Morozov, "Major, you should have extra manpower. Basmanov drew one person from the guard company, and three of the soldiers in the corridor. Personally, **** Colonel Ye Lin to Mamayev Hill with this second lieutenant." Morozov looked at Colonel Ye Lin lying on the ground, then looked at the second lieutenant who was squatting on the ground. He didn't say anything, just silently. Nodded.

The stretcher was quickly tied up. The four soldiers entered the house and carried Colonel Ye Lin's limbs, put him on the stretcher, and then carried him out. When walking in the corridor, it is easier to carry. When going down the stairs, lift the stretcher high when walking in the front~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The back should be lowered as much as possible, but because in the previous battle, several steps were destroyed by explosion, lift the stretcher down The floor became more and more difficult. As soon as they reached the second floor, the four soldiers carrying the stretcher were obviously overwhelmed. It was Morozov who had the price of vision, and immediately called a few soldiers to step forward to help, and then successfully carried the stretcher to the first floor. But this is the case. When the soldiers walked to the street, all of them were panting with exhaustion.

After sending off Colonel Ye Lin, I raised my telescope and looked at the square. I saw only one armored car left in the square, and seven or eight German soldiers hiding behind the car, shooting at the defenders of the Pavlov Building. Near the destroyed armored vehicle, there were at least 20 German corpses lying down. It seems that Pavlov and the others did a pretty good fight, and they actually killed so many enemies.

Before I entered the building to take part in the battle, I had ordered Morozov to bombard the German troops in those squares with mortars. From the current situation, he obviously has not performed my mission. When I was about to turn my head and tell Morozov to continue my order, the scream of cannonballs came from the sky.

Seven or eight artillery shells fell around the armored vehicle and exploded, blowing up several German soldiers hiding behind the vehicle and then falling heavily to the ground. Fortunately, the armored vehicle, which was not damaged by the bombing, was frightened by the sudden shelling. The driver immediately started the vehicle, turned around in place, turned around and fled hurriedly in the middle of the square. When escaping, two German soldiers who could not dodge were crushed under the wheel. (To be continued)