Burning Moscow

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Said familiarity is because I have seen this building in all the film and television works related to Stalingrad; it is unfamiliar because I have come to Stalingrad so many times, and today is the first time I really saw it.

Didn't Gladshev come to my side when he grabbed my arm and pulled it down vigorously, and said in a reproachful tone: "Comrade General, what are you looking at? Don’t let me die? Didn’t you look? Is the enemy's machine gun shooting directly at our side?"

I squatted down quickly, smiled at him gratefully and said, "I'm sorry, Comrade Major, I was just stunned when I saw a very special building."

"Very special building?!" Gladshev repeated what I said, frowning tightly and asked: "Comrade General, I don't know what special building you saw?"

"Fountain, a fountain." I replied briefly.

After he listened to my words, his frowning brows stretched out, his face showed a suddenly realized expression: "Oh, you are talking about the fountain in front of the station! In the middle are six young pioneers holding hands and surrounding A carved villa with a crocodile dancing.” When he said this, he suddenly stopped and looked around, then lowered his voice and said to me: “Comrade General, you say evil is not evil, at least two drops are left near the fountain. Hundreds of shells or bombs, the surrounding buildings were destroyed, and even the walls of the fountain reservoir were blown down, but the carved villa was undamaged. Some people say that maybe this carved villa has got the gods. Bless you." Speaking of this kind of taboo, he knew there was no one around us, but he cautiously looked around again.

Although I have not been observing the fountain for a long time, I can clearly see that although the surrounding ruins are everywhere, the sculpture in the middle is still intact. Maybe there is a **** blessing it. But at this time, I remembered the scenes in "A Soldier Near the City". It turned out that after entering Stalingrad, Vasily and his comrades attacked the railway station a few hundred meters away with a rifle. I remember in the movie. He just hid in the fountain and used only five bullets. Killed five enemies.

Just as I recalled the classic scenes in "A Soldier Under the City", Basmanov and the remaining soldiers had already rushed over. When he squatted by my side and reported to me out of breath, I came to my senses and quickly asked him: "Comrade Captain, how are our casualties?"

Basmanov replied with a wry smile: "Report to the commander, three soldiers died and six people were injured. One of them was seriously injured."

I did not expect that in order to pass the 30-meter blockade, we would actually have to pay a third of the casualties. It was also because I didn't think about it carefully, thinking that such a short distance could be passed in only four or five seconds. Unexpectedly, the slow initial speed at the start would inevitably prolong the passing time and lead to increased casualties.

The corners of my mouth twitched violently, and then I asked, "Captain, where are the wounded?"

Basmanov raised his hand and pointed upwards. Said: "A soldier reported to me that there was a complete room on the second floor, so I asked them to send the wounded upstairs."

I raised my head and glanced up. Instinctively said: "Go, let's go up and take a look." After that, I slightly lifted up, bent over and trot into the building.

The soldiers from the guard platoon gathered in the building, and when they saw me running in, they all stood up straight and paid attention to me, as if they were waiting for my order. Hearing the footsteps coming from behind, I knew it was Basmanov and Gladshev who followed. Then he said without looking back: "Comrade Captain, you and the soldiers stay upstairs. The major and I will go upstairs and have a look."

After hearing Basmanov's answer, I shook my head at Gladshev. Said politely: "Please, Comrade Major. Let's go to the second floor to see the wounded."

Gladshev lit a flashlight in front of me to light up, and we walked carefully toward the second floor along the stairs full of construction rubbish. When I was about to walk to Erlian, a low voice came from the front: "Stop, who is?"

When I heard the Russian call, I felt a lot more relaxed, because Germans don't know how to ask questions in Russian. He quickly replied, "Are you the comrades from the guard platoon above?"

Hearing my voice, the speaker suddenly whispered, and then apologized to me: "Ah, sorry, comrade teacher, I didn't know it was you, please forgive my recklessness."

Gladshev swept to the place where the sound came from with a flashlight, and saw a soldier with a rifle standing three or five steps away from the stairs. Seeing the flashlight shining on his body, he quickly slung the rifle over his shoulder and raised his hand to salute me: "Comrade Commander, do you have any instructions?"

"Where is the wounded? Take us to see." I briefly explained my intentions.

"Comrade Commander, please come with me." The soldier politely gestured to please, and then limped forward along the corridor. Judging from his walking posture, he was injured in his footsteps when he passed the blockade.

The corridor is very long. In addition to broken stones and bricks, there are tattered shirts, children’s toys, and some broken porcelain pieces on the ground. It can be seen that the residents living in this building were evacuated from here. What a panic.

The soldier leading the way suddenly stopped and pushed open a door next to him, but didn't go in immediately. Instead, he turned his head and said to me, "Comrade Commander, this is this place. All the wounded are here."

I strode in through the open door, and under the fire light outside the window, I could clearly see everything in the house. One wounded was lying on a small bed by the window in the front right of the door, while the other three soldiers, either hands or heads wrapped in gauze, were looking for things in the next room. They opened all the cabinets in the house and took out all the clothes inside. As long as they were ladies' clothes, they threw them on the ground, while men's clothes were rolled up and stuffed into their backpacks. . A wounded soldier was still pressing the clothes inside with his fists so that he could fit as much as possible.

"Comrades fighters, what are you doing?" It was the first time that I saw my subordinates taking things from ordinary people without permission, and they took them so comfortably. : "Your actions now. Is there any difference from those fascist invaders outside?"

The three busy wounded soldiers heard my voice and were startled, and quickly stopped their work. Stand upright on the spot, and honestly raise your hand to salute us.

"Who led the head?" I approached them. Staring at them, he asked in a more serious tone: "Who is it that took the lead in stealing things from the people?"

One of the soldiers, shirtless and bandaged on his shoulders, walked in front of me, his face flushed red, and he murmured, "Comrade Commander, it is like this. When we came to this room, we found There are still a lot of clothes left in the cabinet. And we happen to have no clothes to change, so we plan to take some back."

"Throw out all the things in the bag, and none of them are left." After I gave this order coldly, seeing the three wounded soldiers standing still stupidly still, I raised my voice: "What's wrong? Didn't you hear my order?"

"Comrades," Gladshev said to the three of them in a warning tone: "If you don't throw out all the contents of the bag immediately, then don't blame us for being impolite." Then he said. His hand touched the submachine gun hung on his chest.

Faced with the toughness of Gladshev and me, the wounded were unwilling. But I still have to honestly throw out the clothes in the rucksack one by one.

And the soldier who led the way just now, seeing the back room full of gunpowder smell, hurriedly came in to complete the field. He held a tinplate box and walked in front of me. He smiled and said to me: "Comrade Master, let's have a chocolate!"

"Chocolate? What chocolate?" I asked strangely.

The soldier opened the lid of the box laboriously, handed the box to me, and said, "Eat it, comrade teacher, this is the best chocolate in the country, even if you have money, you can't buy it."

Seeing the hospitality is difficult, I did not refuse, grabbing a chocolate from the box. After peeling off the tin foil on the outside, I put it in my mouth and tasted it. Sure enough, it tasted good, not worse than the chocolates I ate in later generations.

After the soldier handed the chocolate box to Major Gladshev. He took out another bottle of wine like magic, and said proudly at us: "Master, Major, it's too cold, come and take a sip of the cold." Then he ordered the warrior with gauze on his shoulders, "Hey, what are you doing standing there, please take out the wine in the cabinet."

Hearing his instructions, the wounded soldier hurriedly turned around and ran to a small cabinet whose glass had all been shattered. He took out a few small white crystal wine glasses from it, and walked over to the soldier.

The soldier took two of the wine glasses, poured half a glass of wine in each, put the bottle aside, handed it to us with a glass in one hand, and said politely: "Come and have a drink, comrade teacher."

Although he was very diligent, I was disgusted with him. We were still fighting. He actually wanted us to drink. If we were drunk, the Germans could come and take us prisoners later. So I blocked the bar he handed over with my hand, and said dissatisfiedly: "Comrade soldier, don’t forget, the Germans are only one or two hundred meters away from us. They might rush over at any time. You want us to drink at this time. Let us get drunk so that we can be captives of the Germans?"

Facing the harsh words, an embarrassing expression appeared on the soldier’s face. Unexpectedly, Major Gladshev would stand up and intercede for the soldier: "Comrade General, you can rest assured that the German defensive position is at the station. They will not come here casually. We came here. It’s too cold at night, and a drink can keep you out of the cold. As long as you don’t drink too much, you won’t be wrong.” After speaking, he took the glass from the soldier’s hand, brought it to his mouth, and licked it with the tip of his tongue. Licking the edge of the wine glass, then raised his head and drank the whole glass.

After drinking, he chuckled his mouth twice, took a deep breath and said: "Good wine, really good wine. It's been a long time since I had such a good drink." Then he stretched the glass to the soldier's. In front of him, "Comrade Warrior, give me another drink."

Hearing what Gladshev said, the soldier became excited, and after a promise, he picked up the wine bottle that was sitting aside and poured another glass full of it. Gladshev was always willing to come, raised his head, and poured a full glass of wine into his throat. Then he stretched the cup in front of the soldier.

Seeing that the soldier wanted to pour him alcohol again, I quickly raised my hand to stop it, and reminded Gladshev: "Comrade Major, we still need you to lead the way to the headquarters. If you are drunk, we cannot be on time. Hurry to the headquarters."

Hearing what I said, Gladshev couldn’t help hesitating. He looked at the bottle in the soldier’s hand, then turned to look at me, and gritted his teeth one last time, pleading with me: "Comrade General, let me have another drink. Okay, just one cup. I assure you, I'll have the last one."

I looked at the size of the glass in Gladshev's hand, and found that there were only one or two in three glasses. These drunks who tested out with alcohol should not be able to pour them with one or two drinks. After a moment of hesitation, I found it difficult. Nodded, and put down the hand that was blocking the bottle.

When I saw Gladshev drank the third glass of wine again, I quickly grabbed his arm and said loudly, "Let’s go, Comrade Major, if we don’t leave, we won’t be able to arrive before dawn. Headquarters."

Gladshev, who was grabbed by my arm, looked at the bottle in the soldier's hand with nostalgia, handed his glass back to the opponent, and reluctantly left this room where I could drink under my pull~www. wuxiaspot.com~ The weight of a wine or two is really nothing to Gladshev. When he led us on, the steps under his feet were still light, and when he talked to me, the order was still clear.

When it was getting light, we finally came near the new headquarters on the Volga River. When the soldiers on duty saw our arrival, some came out of the shelter to greet us, and some immediately ran to the command post to report to their superiors about our smooth arrival.

Before we reached the headquarters, Cui Kefu and several commanders had already walked out of it. A long way away, he said loudly to me: "Comrade Oshanina, welcome your coming."

"Hello, Comrade Commander." Because I didn't know if there was an enemy sniper nearby, I didn't salute him. Instead, I stepped forward to hold his outstretched hand with both hands and shook it vigorously, saying: "You Is your body okay?"

After the handshake, Cui Kefu didn't let go of my hand, but took me directly to the headquarters where he came out. (To be continued)

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