Burning Moscow

As night falls, the bright moon rises.

I sat in the command post with Pantai Leyev and Sherebryan, around the map on the table, studying the possible retaliation measures that the enemy might take after our ambush.

Among the three of us, Pantai Leyev is the most experienced in combat. He solemnly said: "Comrade commander, once the enemy is successfully ambushed, I recommend that the tanks and armored vehicles be moved to the back of the high ground and concealed immediately, so as not to be bombed by German aircraft."

For Pantai Leyev’s proposal, I think it is very reasonable. On the unobstructed grassland in front of the high ground, if the armored units that have completed the mission are still there, it will easily become a living for German aircraft. Target, so I almost agreed without thinking, "I agree with the deputy commander's opinion. Once the battle is over, let our armored forces use the cover of night to go around behind the high ground. Comrade Captain, you can dig here. Is there a bunker for the tank to hide?" I asked afterwards in Sherebryan who was sitting next to me.

He listened to my question, shook his head with a wry smile, and replied: "I'm sorry, comrade commander. Since the commanders and fighters have been busy reinforcing the fortifications on the high ground since they entered the position, they can't allocate manpower to dig out the concealed tanks or tanks. A bunker for armored vehicles."

When I learned that there were no bunkers that could conceal heavy technical equipment on the high ground, I also sighed and said disappointedly: "Since there is no bunkers, we can only spread these technical equipment on the grass behind the high ground, and try to camouflage them well. One point. In the next battle, if we do not have heavy weapons and face the frenzied attacks of the enemy, we will pay a painful price. At that time, how many of us can return to Mamayev Hill. It is also a Unknown."

While we were talking, Corporal Zhukhovitzki ran in from outside, panting, and handed a telegram to my hand. At the same time, he said: "Comrade Commander, this was sent by Lieutenant Colonel Kosca. A telegram." When I saw the telegram, I stared at him suspiciously, and hurriedly added, "According to the soldier who sent the letter, Lieutenant Colonel Corsgar is currently in the temporary division headquarters. So our telegrapher and He is together."

Corporal Zhukhovitzi’s explanation made me understand why important telegrams were sent by Corsca. I looked down at the text on the telegram, frowning involuntarily.

Seeing the change in the expression on my face, Bantai Leyev asked with concern: "Comrade Commander, who sent the telegram and what happened?"

I handed him the telegram in my hand, and said in a heavy tone: "It was a telegram from Comrade Kirilov, the political commissar. He said that the Germans dispatched planes to bomb the Mamayev Hill in the afternoon, especially the division. The southern highland where the Ministry is located is the focus of enemy aircraft bombing. It hides a cave with several howitzers. It was hit by the falling bombs. In the explosion, all the artillery was destroyed and the artillery suffered heavy casualties."

Pantai Leyev’s perspective on the issue is obviously different from mine. After reading the telegram, he put the telegram on the watch table and said excitedly: "Comrade Commander, this is really great. The Group Army Command hit us by surprise. I was caught off guard, and successfully regained the battle of Kong Nieyi, affirmed and praised." Seeing that I still had a frowning expression, he comforted me and said: "A few cannons are lost if they are lost, anyway. The cannons of the artillery shells are just a pile of scrap iron on the ground. If they were blown up by the enemy today, then we can seize them tomorrow. Besides, when we liberated the city, didn’t we seize a few cannons? Think of a way to get these cannons. Pulling it back can also strengthen the defensive firepower of Mamayev Hill."

Before I could speak, there was a voice shouting at the door. We turned our heads and looked around and saw a soldier from the second battalion standing at the door. Pantaiyev and I stood in place and did not move. Bu Liangnei greeted him quickly.

After Serebriani said a few words with the soldier, he sent him away, and then answered our side and reported to us: "Comrade commander, the soldier who went to contact the commander Sederikov has returned. He reported that our troops are concealed and ready for all battles. As soon as the enemy appears, they can decisively attack and destroy the enemy."

"It's late at night, it must be very cold outside." Pantai Leyev asked worriedly: "It's almost November, and maybe it will snow in these two days. The soldiers lie on the grassland all night and won't show up. Frostbite?"

"Comrade Deputy Commander, please rest assured, nothing will happen." Xie Liebrian said in an inward way: "I saw that the regiment commander was prepared to keep out the cold before setting off, so that each soldier would bring an extra. A German military coat said that when it is concealed, it can be used as a cushion under the body, or it can be covered as a quilt."

Serebriani’s words made Bantai Leyev feel a little relieved. He nodded and said: "Lieutenant Colonel Sederikov is also an experienced commander. I believe he will not make such a low-level mistake. Let hundreds of commanders and fighters freeze all night in the cold suburbs."

At about ten o'clock in the evening, soldiers from outside ran in and reported to Serebriani: "Comrade battalion commander, a light appeared on the road far away. It should be German troops coming."

"The Germans are finally here." When he heard the news, Pantai Leyev showed a smile on his face. He shook his head at me and asked in an inquiring tone: "Comrade Master, let's go to the observation station. Take a look?"

I nodded in agreement, and then instructed Serebriani: "Comrade Captain, order the commanders and fighters in the position to prepare for battle. Once the defeated Germans rush to our high ground, use what you have. Weapons, give them a lesson."

"Understood." Xie Liebrian replied with a normal face: "I will convey your order immediately."

Pantaiyev and I came to the observation post, stood in front of the lookout, raised the binoculars, and looked into the distance.

Due to the good moonlight tonight, our vision is very broad. Even if we don't deliberately look at the tank lights that appear in the distance, we can see the general marching line of the German army. Hundreds of infantrymen formed two columns, walking on both sides of the road, and in the middle of the road were German tanks and armored vehicles.

After observing for a while, Bantai Leyev whispered to me: "Comrade commander, the enemy has about one battalion of infantry, and there are also seven tanks and the same number of armored vehicles. Their armor strength is roughly the same as ours. If we fight, our winning percentage is very high."

Regarding his analysis, I just snorted softly to express my agreement. If the number of people and equipment is equal, if the attack on the vicinity of the Germans is not successful, then I will arrange this ambush mission for nothing.

The German troops seemed to have no idea that they would be attacked by us close to the high ground, so they formed the usual marching queue and slowly approached our ambush circle.

Seeing that the German tanks and troops were only two to three hundred meters away from the small slope, Bantai Leyev couldn't help but said impatiently: "What happened to Sederikov, the enemy is almost out of our ambush circle. Why hasn't he fired yet."

Although I am as anxious as Pantailev, I can only pretend to say calmly at this moment: "Comrade Deputy Commander, don’t worry, Lieutenant Colonel Sejerikov is an experienced commander. He knows When should the attack be launched, so let's wait patiently, maybe it will start in a while!" As soon as my voice fell, there was a flame of fire on the body of a tank in my field of vision, followed by an explosion. Into the observation station.

"Comrade Commander, you are really amazing!" Seeing the fighting outside, Bantai Leyev exclaimed to me excitedly: "You said Lieutenant Colonel Sejerikov and they are going to open fire. It's true. 'S fired."

"Comrade deputy commander," seeing that Sergeikov had already begun to attack, my mood improved more and more, and I proudly said to Pantai Leyev: "Let's take a look at Sergeikov right here. The performance of Lieutenant Colonel depends on how he wiped out all the Germans."

The shells flying out of the grass either landed on the enemy's tanks and armored bodies, or landed in the enemy's marching queue. The flames from the explosion lit up the nearby sky and lit up the panicked faces of the German army. They were beaten by this sudden blow, just like headless flies.

Sederikov's timing was quite accurate. Seeing that the enemy was in chaos, he immediately commanded the troops to charge. The soldiers leaped from the ground and followed the armored vehicles towards the highway, while the tanks stopped in place to continue firing, providing necessary artillery cover for the attacking troops.

Those German soldiers who were in chaos on the road saw our commanders rushing towards them under the cover of armored vehicles, and they all ran up along the road noisily. Seeing this scene, UU reading www.uukanshu. com My heart can't help but raise it again. If these hundreds of enemies rush to the small slope, can the soldiers of the three regiments holding on to stop it?

When the German soldiers were still one or two hundred meters away from the small soil slope, the hidden soldiers on the **** began to blaze. Dense bullets poured down into the German army's queue, making big and small gaps in the crowded crowd. The soldiers in front were knocked down. Later, the soldiers who fled for their lives continued to flow in. After a short pause, the gaps made by the bullets were filled.

Pantai Leyev was also nervous at the moment. He said anxiously: "Comrade commander, we had only one company on the **** at the time, and we were the weakest recruits of the third regiment. Is it a bit too light, if the Germans ignore it? If we continue to rush forward, maybe they will rush up the hillside and wipe out our disadvantaged troops?"

When I was thinking about how to answer Pantai Leyev, in the telescope lens, I suddenly saw a black gadget flying on the soil slope, and I could vaguely see sparks flying on it.

"It's a grenade!" This thought came to my mind immediately. (To be continued...)

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