Burning Moscow

　　 I followed the wooden steps and walked down to the shelter. The smoke in the room that is not very spacious makes the originally poorly lit room even darker. It was so easy for me to see that a tall soldier was standing upright, with his head almost touching the roof, and then I saw a wooden table with an officer on the side of the table with a telephone headset in his hand.

"Comrade Commander," because the light in the room was too dark, I couldn't see the military rank on his shoulder. When I raised my hand in salute, I could only say vaguely: "I'm Oxia from the Air Defense Command. Sergeant Ningna."

　　 The tall officer did not speak, but just pointed to the stool next to him and gestured to me to sit and wait for a while, then turned his face and stared at the caller seriously.

　　 I walked over and sat down, and the officer's call came through clearly. "Comrade Colonel, I still think that we should replenish the regular troops as soon as possible. The militia division, as can be seen from the name itself, is only in the form of... As a division. Yesterday the Germans tried to break through our defenses, but we smashed their offensive. God knows when they will attack again. If the enemy already knows, this position is defended by irregular forces—their scouts. They are neither deaf nor blind. The militia cannot withstand the attack of tanks. If the Germans succeed here, the Pulkovo Heights may fall, and then they will drive straight into Leningrad... ·"

　　 "The militia division will not retreat." The voice from the microphone interrupted him. "Rather than complaining here, it's better to think about how to use your strength to hold the line of defense, and you can't back up a step."

"But, Comrade Colonel, have the militiamen ever seen German tanks rushing in front of them? Have they ever been hit by machine guns? Seeing such tanks crawling towards them, there are planes on top of them coming down. At this time, they It will show its true shape! When they see the tank turning and fleeing, they can't be stopped with any kind of propaganda and agitation. Please trust an veteran!"

　　 "Enough, Comrade Captain." The colonel's angry voice came from the microphone. "Who gave you the right to insult the militia division? They are all working class in Leningrad. As long as they live, they will stick to this land. No one will escape from here."

The captain who called hesitated, and then quickly changed the subject and said: "During yesterday's battle, our battalion was reduced by more than one-third. I don't want to tell lies. The soldiers played very bravely. But the next attack, We can’t stand it. We should replenish regular troops, even if it’s a platoon..."

　　 "No more, Captain," the colonel's voice softened a lot. "I don't have any reserve team anymore."

　　The captain finally put down the phone in disappointment. The tall officer next to him couldn't wait to ask: "What did the commander say?"

"What can I say, troops are needed everywhere. If we send regular troops, it is far from enough. The division commander explained that the Tianminbing Division will send two companies to supplement us." He glanced over at me and asked. :"who are you?"

　　 I quickly stood up and saluted him solemnly: "Comrade Captain, I am Sergeant Oshanina from the Air Defense Command, and I am ordered to serve as the platoon leader of the highland anti-aircraft machine gun platoon."

　　 "How long have you served in the army?" He picked up the paper on the table and looked at it, frowning.

　　 "Four months. I enlisted in the army one month before the outbreak of the war."

"Oh, you have only been in the army for four months. You are a sergeant. It seems that it is easy to get promoted from the rear." His words were full of provocative elements. He reluctantly said: "War is a matter for men, women Let’s stay behind."

　　 "Red Flag Medal?!" Just as I was thinking about how to deal with the captain's provocation, a voice suddenly intervened beside me to relieve me. The tall officer said in surprise, "You actually got the Red Flag Medal."

"Yes, I have participated in several battles. The two medals were awarded to me by Marshal Voroshilov himself." I replied neither humble nor humble. At this time, I can't be humble, or they will look down on me and think I am What kind of nepotism was used to climb up.

　　 The medal and the marshal, these two things, suddenly shortened the distance between us. The captain's attitude took a 180-degree turn, and he stretched out his hand to me with a smile on his face: "I am Captain Holopov, the commander of the destroyer battalion. Welcome to the Unknown Highland."

　　 After shaking his hand, he pointed to the tall officer next to him, and took the initiative to introduce me: "This is Captain Klopov, the first-level political instructor in the camp."

　　 After we were seated again, the captain began to point to the map on the table to explain the current situation to me. The Pulkovo Heights are hills located on the nearest road from the south to Leningrad. If the German forces occupy here, they can control the road from Moscow and Kiev to Leningrad and ensure their motorized forces advance to the city. At the same time, the German forces on the high ground can also deploy artillery to accurately bombard a series of areas in the city. .

　　 "What is the mission of our anti-aircraft machine gun platoon?" After the captain briefed me on the situation, I asked again.

"The mission is very clear. Our battalion sticks to the right side of Pulkovo Heights. We must resolutely block the German devils here and cannot retreat even one step. The mission of your anti-aircraft machine gun platoon is to provide effective positions for our battalion. Air defense protection."

　　 "Understood." I straightened up and stood up. "Comrade Captain, I think I should go to the platoon to meet the comrades. Allow me to leave?" After listening to his nonsense for a long time and smoking so much second-hand smoke here, I should go out and breathe fresh air. .

　　 "Let's go, I and the instructor will take you to the platoon." After finishing speaking, the captain took the lead and walked outside the door.

　　 I followed the two of them and walked along a very flat path. After walking for a short time, I saw a big wooden house. Suddenly a voice rang: "Who? Stop, password!"

　　 I followed the reputation, it turned out that it was a female soldier holding a bayonet rifle and stopped in front.

　　 "What password is not a password?!" The captain said unhappily, "I'm Captain Holopov. Go and call the deputy platoon leader, so you can say that your new platoon leader is here."

　　 "Yes." The female soldier agreed, slung the gun on her shoulder, turned her head and ran to the big wooden house.

　　 "Let's go, Sergeant Oshanina," the instructor who had not spoken pointed to the wooden house, and said to me kindly, "Your soldiers live there."

　　 "Comrade Sergeant," a shout suddenly came from behind. I turned my head and saw that it was the driver who had sent me just now. He was holding a paper box in his hand and was jogging towards me. He ran to my side, did not wait for me to speak, handed me the carton, said: "I almost forgot, this is the soap issued to you by the Air Defense Command."

I took the carton, and the captain murmured aside: "The Air Defense Command actually dispatched soap to you." The driver heard it. Although his rank was very low, he was just a corporal, but for a commander who was not his superior. The officer, he still said unceremoniously: "Comrade Captain, female soldiers are different from male soldiers. They have privileges."

　　 After finishing speaking, he saluted me and said, "Goodbye, dear, good luck! See you in victory!" He turned around and walked back along the way he came.

　　 When the three of us walked to the wooden house, the female soldiers of the anti-aircraft machine gun platoon had already assembled. "Salute!" Following the command, the female soldiers gave us a military salute neatly. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

Then a slender female soldier ran up to us, paid a solemn salute to Captain Holopov, and reported dryly: "Comrade Captain, Deputy Platoon Commander Sergeant Karenina is reporting to you, anti-aircraft gun The line is assembled and I am waiting for your order."

　　 "Stop." The captain walked to the front of the queue and introduced me straight to everyone: "This is your new platoon leader, Sergeant Oshanina, and she will command you to fight in the future."

I put down the paper box in my hand, went up to salute the female soldiers, and said briefly: "I am your new platoon leader, Sergeant Oshanina. The deputy platoon leader and squad leader stayed behind, and the rest of the soldiers disbanded. "I have a lot to say, but I'm afraid that the Russian vocabulary I know is not enough, so it's better to say less in order to avoid getting dressed. When the team disbanded, I stopped a female soldier who was closer to me: "Wait, please move this carton into the house."

　　 After the captain and the instructor left, I took the deputy platoon leader and the three squad leaders to inspect the gun station. "This gun position is in charge of a squad leader, Jeanna, and has no less than two base ammunition." Karenina introduced me to the side.

　　 "Well, besides here, I have to prepare one or two more reserve positions." Although I have never been on the battlefield, I still know that if I keep a fixed position in the battle, it is easy to become a target for the enemy to shoot.

"Yes."

　　 I reached out and touched the barrel again, my hand was slightly stained with rust. I told Karenina again: "Tomorrow, we will arrange for someone to wipe the machine gun. It's been useless for a long time, it's rusty."

"Yes."