Burning Moscow

Almost at the same time the explosion sounded, I felt something hit the back of my head heavily, and the huge inertia took me forward and fell into the traffic trench. Just as my eyes flashed black gold stars, I suddenly felt something steadily spilling on my body. Although the movement is not small, there is no pain. According to my experience, it should be the mud that was set off by the explosion.

At this moment, I suddenly heard a loud voice: "Come on, the commander is buried!"

As soon as I heard a mess of footsteps from far and near, my two hands on the ground were grabbed, and then a huge force led me to stand up from the ground. When I leaned against the trench wall, I realized that the people who pulled me up were Basmanov and another soldier.

I let out a sigh of relief and smiled at Basmanov. Just about to say a few words of thanks to him, he already asked first: "Comrade Commander, are you okay?"

I turned my head and looked at the place I was just now. I was frightened. A huge floor slab lay across the traffic trench, and the edge of the floor slab was parallel to the ground. Seeing this situation scared me out of my soul. If someone was below, wouldn't I be smashed into meat sauce by this huge floor? Although there are already a few commanders and fighters pulling the rubble there, I still pointed my fingers there and said nervously to Basmanov with a trembling voice: "Quickly, hurry up and save people. Comrade Commander is still below. ."

Basmanov waved to the back and ran over with a few soldiers. Due to the narrow space in the traffic trenches, many soldiers jumped out, found wooden sticks, and lifted them with crowbars, trying to remove the huge wall panel.

At this time, I heard the voice of Major Gladshev, the commander of the security battalion of the Ras headquarters. Just listen to him shouting loudly: "Be careful, everyone, Comrade Commander is still below, be careful. Don't hurt him."

With everyone's efforts, the wall panel was slowly moved aside. Then I heard a soldier cheering: "I saw the commander, I saw the commander."

Hearing his shout, Gladshev hurriedly walked over and asked, "Where is Comrade Commander?"

The soldier pointed into the deformed traffic trench and said, "Comrade Major, look at him. Comrade Commander is there. He is buried in the mud."

Gladshev knelt down and watched for a moment, then stood up and said loudly to the soldiers on the left and right: "What are you doing stupidly standing here? Don't hurry up and dig out Comrade Commander!"

"Hurry up! Hurry up... be careful! Take your legs out."

"Get your legs out first!"

"Be careful, be careful... lightly, lightly,"

I was standing by the side. Due to the obscured vision, I couldn't see what was going on there. I only heard a series of shouts from different commanders. The whole heart was raised in my throat, for fear of Cui Kefu's surprise, if that happened. . The next battle could not be fought.

But I soon saw Gladshev, with his back to me, bent over the pile of ruins, and soon he dragged a person out of the ruins. Then two soldiers stepped forward. He lifted the two feet of the man and walked towards us. When they passed by me, I could clearly see the person they were carrying. Although the face was covered with dust, I still recognized Cui Kefu at a glance. I asked Gladshev nervously, "Major, how is Comrade Commander?"

Gladshev looked at me and replied with a serious expression: "Comrade Commander is still alive." After speaking, he stopped and adjusted his posture, put his hands under Cuikov's armpits and crossed his chest. . Then he and the other two soldiers continued to carry Cui Kefu towards the headquarters.

When Gladshev and the others went away, Basmanov came to me again. Asked with concern: "Comrade Teacher, are you really all right?"

I shook my head. With a wry smile, he said, "I'm fine, but my head is a little dizzy." After that, I shook my head at him, "Let's go, follow Major Gladshev, and we will also go back to the headquarters."

We followed Gladshev and walked along the traffic trench to the outside of the headquarters. Seeing that Cuikov had been carried in, I stopped and said to Basmanov: "Comrade Captain, you and the soldiers of the guard platoon Find a place nearby to hide, I will call you if something happens." After he nodded to express his understanding, I got into the headquarters that was half buried in the ground.

When I returned to the headquarters, Gurov and Krylov were shocked by my dignity. Gurov quickly came over and took my hand, turned his head and looked at Cui Koff sitting at the table, and asked tentatively: "Comrade Oshanina, you and the commander are all buried by the collapsed wall. ?"

I nodded and smiled and replied: "Yes, Comrade Military Commissioner." After that, I tilted my head and glanced at Cui Kefu, and said with joy, "Fortunately, we are all fine."

At this time, Cui Kefu, who was slowing down, asked slowly: "Comrade Chief of Staff, please report the latest information to me."

Krylov walked up to Trikov with a sheet and reported to him with his head down, “That’s it, Comrade Commander. The enemy’s 3 infantry divisions and 2 tank divisions are under the cover of strong firepower. The frontal, about six kilometers wide, launched a fierce attack on the defense line of our group army. The defensive areas of the 95th Infantry Division, the 112th Division, the 308th Division, and the 37th Guards Division were the enemy's offensive focus. In the battle, the strength of our divisions, especially the 95th and 112th Infantry Divisions, was greatly weakened. At present, the enemy occupies the advantage of the battlefield. The number of personnel and artillery is more than 0.7 times that of mine, and the tank exceeds that. 2.8 times, more than 4 times more combat aircraft.

German infantry and tanks attacked our position at 8 o'clock in the morning. The first attack was repelled, and 10 tanks were burning in the front of the position. The enemy suffered countless casualties. After more than an hour, the enemy attacked again with more troops. Since the enemy discovered our firepower point in the first attack, they concentrated their artillery fire to focus on firing. The powerful firepower suppressed us, making it impossible for our commanders and fighters to raise their heads on the ground.

At 10 am, the 109th Regiment of the 37th Guards Division was defeated by enemy tanks and infantry. The soldiers of the regiment got into the basement and buildings and continued to fight in the siege. The enemy used flamethrowers against them. Our soldiers had to fight back and fight hand-to-hand with the enemy while seizing the time to put out the fire. "

Krylov is in the process of reporting. Suddenly Gladshev walked in with a military doctor carrying a small suitcase. Gurov quickly raised his hand to interrupt him, indicating that the military doctor would check Cuikov first. The military doctor's movements are very skilled. The inspection was completed in just a few minutes.

When he packed up the box and planned to leave, Gurov stopped him. Pointing to me and said to him: "Comrade Military Medical, Comrade Oshanina, like the commander, was buried by the collapsed house just now. Please check for her to see if there is any problem."

The military doctor nodded, walked in front of me, let me sit on the stool, and took a flashlight of my raised eyelids. He asked casually, "Comrade General, is there anything you feel uncomfortable with?" Although he said very politely, his tone clearly showed impatience.

I wanted to send him away immediately, but thinking that my head was still dizzy, I told him straightforwardly: "Comrade Military Doctor, my head was hit by a brick and stone just now, and now I feel a little dizzy."

Hearing what I said, the absent-minded military doctor also became nervous, and hurriedly asked: "Where was the smashed?"

I took off my helmet, pointed to the back of my head and said, "Here!"

The military doctor posted it quickly. Reached out and touched my hair, carefully checked for wounds on it, after a while. He said in a relaxed tone: "Comrade General, your head is not bleeding. It may be a slight concussion. Just rest for two days."

Although the military doctor’s inspection process is very simple and can even be said to be perfunctory, since he said it was okay, my heart was at ease. I quickly took the helmet in my left hand, stretched out my right hand to shake hands with him, and said gratefully: "Thank you. Comrade military doctor."

"Oh my God, Comrade Oshanina." Gurov walked to me at some point. Staring at the helmet in my hand in surprise, he said, "What's the matter with your helmet? Why is it so big and dented?"

Listen to Gurov say that. I quickly brought the helmet to my eyes. I didn't look at it. I was shocked when I saw it. The back half of the helmet did not have a fist-sized dent. The top ten* was hit by the brick that had just fallen. Fortunately, my life is too big. If I hit a place that is not covered by a helmet, I might have already gone to see Marx.

When the military doctor saw such a big dent on the helmet, he was no longer as casual as before. He took out a few medicines from the suitcase and handed them to me. When he was about to order precautions, a huge message came from outside. Rumbling. Hearing this sudden movement, the military doctor couldn't help but muttered: "Damn German, it's shelling again."

I took the medicine that the military doctor handed me and found that it was just ordinary aspirin, but I tried to squeeze a smile on my face to express my gratitude to the military doctor. The military doctor answered me politely while packing up his suitcase again.

At this moment, Gladshev rushed in from the outside in disgrace, shouting loudly to Gurov: "Comrade Commander, Comrade Military Commissioner, it's no good! An enemy bomb fell and destroyed us. The two shelters buried all the officers and fighters hiding inside, and I have asked the soldiers of the guard company to dig the soil to rescue them."

After listening, Gurov said to the military doctor who was carrying the small suitcase: "Comrade military doctor, since this is the case, you should follow the major to have a look and try to repair the wounded officers and soldiers as much as possible."

After the military doctor and Gladshev left, Krylov continued to report: "I received a report at 11 o'clock: The 112th Infantry Division's left flank was breached and about 50 German tanks ran over the division's defensive positions. Comrade Commander, you also know that the division has gone through many hardships and participated in many battles on the west bank of the Don River, between the Don River, the Don River and the Volga River. By October 13, the entire division was left with only the commander. There are less than a thousand soldiers headed by Colonel Yelmölkin. At present, they form scattered squads and garrisons, in each building, in the workshop of the tractor factory, in the town of Nizhny and on the steep **** of the Volga River. Fighting heroically with the enemy.

At 11:50, the enemy occupied the stadium of the Stalingrad Tractor Factory. Wedged deeply into my defensive position, less than a kilometer from the tractor factory. To the south of the stadium is a stone building, and a place called the six-sided block has become a support point for our army. It was guarded by a battalion of the 109th Guards Infantry Regiment, equipped with artillery. This neighborhood has changed hands several times. Regimental Commander Omelchenko personally led a small counter-impact force to fight the enemy. "

At this point, a radio operator not far away suddenly took off his headphone and shouted at Krylov: "Comrade Chief of Staff, General Rodimtsev, the commander of the 13th Guards Division. He said There are important situations to report to you."

Krylov did not go to the operator immediately, but waved at me. After I passed by, he squeezed the tele-paper in his hand and on the table into my hand, and simply said: "Comrade Oshanina, now it’s up to you to read to the commander that we received The battle report." After speaking, he turned to answer the phone.

I smiled bitterly, flipped through the telegram, and began to read for Trikov: "Report from the 37th Guards Infantry Division: German devils sent tanks everywhere...our tanks were fighting in the Ananyyevo area and wounded 4 of them. ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ In the vicinity of Tkachenko, 2 vehicles were wounded, and the guards of the 2nd Battalion of the 118th Regiment destroyed 2 vehicles. The 3rd Battalion is holding its position along the gully, but the tank column has advanced. Yantarnaya.

The artillery of the 37th Guards Division reported: ‘We fired directly at the tank and destroyed 5 vehicles. ’

Comrade Bruschko, chief of staff of the 37th Guards Division, reported to the group army command:'Pstavgarov's guards separated by enemy tank wedges (the 114th Guards Regiment) formed a small unit , Staying in the buildings and ruins, fighting in the encirclement of the enemy. Enemy tanks slammed into a battalion that stood firmly in Ananiyevo. All officers and men of the battalion's 6th company under the command of Lieutenant Ivanov and the instructor Yerushimovich were killed. Only some correspondents survived. ’

At 12 o'clock, a report from the 117th Guards Regiment was transmitted over the radio: ‘The commander Andreyev died. The enemy surrounded us. We would rather die than surrender. "..."

"Enough, don't read it." When I just read this, Cui Koff slammed the table and stood up, and said loudly: "The commander of the 117th Regiment of the Guards has been sacrificed. If the soldiers are lighted up again. , The regiment had to cancel its organizational system. Immediately send a telegram to the 37th Guards Division’s division head, asking them to immediately send reinforcements to reinforce them.” (To be continued)