Burning Moscow

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While waiting for the platoon leader to report on the casualties, there seemed to be someone groaning near me, and someone shouting something in their throats. ∈↗With the shout, a male hygienist wearing a helmet, carrying a medicine cabinet, and a red cross cuff on his arm ran over the trench. After running past me, he ran a few steps forward before stopping and squatting down.

I looked over curiously, and saw a soldier lying on the ground in the corner of the trench, his body bent strangely, his hands on his stomach, and another soldier squatting beside him. Obviously, the hygienist came to treat him specially. After taking out the bandage and the like from the medicine box, he pulled away the hands of the soldier covering his stomach and started the treatment.

I was watching the health worker treating the wounded, and suddenly I heard Mikhailov’s voice: "Comrade Commander, I have found you. Are you okay?"

I turned around and saw Mikhailov who had just jumped into the trench, nodded at him with a smile, and then asked: "Comrade Corporal, are the armored forces of Lieutenant Pruly scattered and hidden?"

"It's already hidden." After answering my question, Mikhailov said nervously: "After sending the order, I took an armored vehicle and withdrew to the back of the position with them. I just saw the Germans bombarding the position. , I am worried about your safety, so I ran back specially."

At this time, Captain Dubrovsky and the company commander Captain Rosenberg came to me.

I saw two commanders appearing in front of me. I asked bluntly: "How about the casualties of the troops?"

"Seventeen sacrificed. Thirty-eight injured." Captain Rosenberg replied first.

"I see. Before we saw the enemy, we had fifty-five casualties." Hearing the number of casualties, I couldn't help but say with grief. Commander."

"Comrade commander, you are not right." As soon as I finished speaking, Dubrovsky corrected me and said: "Our battalion is a reinforced battalion, with 230 people in each company. In addition to the battalion’s guards, There are 800 people in total.” When he said that, he couldn’t help but relieved, “Fortunately, before the shelling, you let the second and third companies withdraw in time, otherwise so many people are crowded in this trench, we will pay. More casualties."

"Comrades commanders," looking at the two battalion company-level commanders in front of me, I said in a serious tone: "Before the German offensive has begun, you immediately organize manpower to repair the fortifications. At the same time, you will also send a reconnaissance team. To figure out the general situation of the enemy so that we can take targeted deployment."

The two commanders agreed and turned to perform my task. After the two left, I asked Mikhailov: "Did the guard squad suffer serious casualties in the shelling just now?"

Mikhailov looked to the left and right, and said with some embarrassment: "Comrade Commander, I can't answer you about this. You know, I just returned to the trench after the shelling was over." Suddenly he Thinking of something, he suddenly said to me, "Comrade Commander, when I was retreating with Lieutenant Pruly, I heard him say something."

"What's the matter, Comrade Corporal?" I asked lightly.

Mikhailov pointed to a place to the north and said to me: "Comrade Commander, Lieutenant Pruly told me that he had found a place where the German army kept mines. If I remember correctly, it should be there. ."

"Land mines?" I couldn't help secretly rejoicing when I heard this help for defense, but then I thought of the intensive shelling by the German army just now, and my heart became cold again. I asked uncertainly: "The German army just dealt with us. I believe you have seen it from a distance. Can you determine where this mine was stored? It was not destroyed in the bombardment?"

"It shouldn't be." Mikhailov said affirmatively: "Although the German shelling was fierce, I didn't find an explosion where the mines were stored. I think those mines should remain there intact."

"It's a pity that Captain Mikhayev's engineering company is not here." Although I heard that the mines are still intact in the storage area, I can only sigh. "Otherwise, I can ask him to take the mines. Buried in front of the battlefield, so that when the enemy's infantry rushes up, it can still cause them a certain amount of damage."

"Comrade Commander, you don't have to worry." Mikhailov said confidently: "Leave this to me. I will take the soldiers from the guard squad to mine."

"Well, you bring more soldiers and try to use all the landmines there. The Germans do not come, and once they come, they must have a taste of the power of landmines."

I was afraid that Mikhailov's military rank was too low and could not command the soldiers of the first battalion. I also specifically called Captain Dubrovsky over and asked him to arrange some manpower to follow Mikhailov to carry out the mission. When Dubrovsky heard that Corporal Mikhailov was going to take people to lay landmines, apart from anything else, he immediately summoned twenty soldiers and followed Mikhailov to leave the position.

Seeing Mikhailov and the others leaving behind, Dubrovsky asked worriedly: "Comrade commander, is it still too late to mine? I'm worried that the German troops rushed up as soon as they started to mine."

"Don't worry, Comrade Lieutenant, Corporal Mikhailov is also a veteran who has participated in many battles. He will know how to respond to situations. When mines are laid, he will specially arrange manpower to serve as a guard."

After twenty minutes or so, I saw Mikhailov from a distance running towards the trench with a group of soldiers. I patted Dubrovsky next to him, and said to him with some pride: "Well, comrade captain, I am not wrong, as long as Corporal Mikhailov leads the team, nothing will happen. Yes, didn't they all come back safely?"

When Mikhailov jumped into the trench, I quickly grabbed him and asked, "How about it, Comrade Corporal, are the mines buried?"

"Buried. Buried. Comrade Commander." Mikhailov replied, panting. After he took a few breaths. He also reported to me: "A total of 110 landmines, all of which were buried. As soon as our landmines were buried, we found German troops in the distance, moving towards us."

"The Germans are coming up?" Although I had guessed that the Germans might attack us after the shelling was over, but when I heard the Germans coming, I was still a little nervous, and I quickly asked Mikhailov: "Corporal Comrade. Do you see how many troops they have, do they have tanks and armored vehicles?"

Mikhailov shook his head, and said embarrassedly: "We were patronizing the retreat, and we didn't have time to take a closer look."

Hearing his answer, I was so angry that I almost kicked him, and I was about to send someone to investigate. Captain Rosenberg led a soldier along the trenches and reported to me: "Comrade Commander, our scouts are back. According to his report, the enemy's troops are moving towards us, probably again. In a few minutes. It will appear in front of our position."

When I learned that the scout was standing in front of me, I hurriedly repeated the question I asked Mikhailov just now. Then quietly waited for the answer from the other party.

When the scout heard my question, he straightened his body quickly and replied a little nervously: "Report to the commander, it is estimated that our reconnaissance, the German army probably dispatched a company of infantry, under the cover of two armored vehicles, is facing our army Position movement."

"There are only two armored vehicles? Comrade Scout, are you sure you are not mistaken?" Although my tone is very kind, anyone can hear my suspicion from my words. When the Germans attack our positions, they will send tanks. Cooperate, and only armored vehicles were dispatched this time, which was a mere two, which was a bit weird.

"Yes, that's right, division commander." The scout also heard the suspicion in my words, and quickly defended loudly: "After repeated confirmations, the Germans really only dispatched one company of infantry and two armored vehicles. ."

"Understood. Comrade soldier, there is nothing to do with you here. Go down first." After I sent the scout away, I asked Dubrovsky: "Comrade Captain, what do you think of this matter?"

After thinking about it carefully, Dubrovsky frowned and replied: "Comrade commander, I guess there are only two situations: First, the Germans can’t figure out our reality, so we only sent a small army. Let’s try it out. Second, the German forces are too scattered and it is inconvenient to mobilize at night. It is the only reserve team that the German commander can mobilize to attack us.” After I finished speaking, I was lost in thought and quickly added Said, "No matter which of these two situations, the situation is very favorable for us. Our military equipment is almost the same as the German army. It should not be difficult to repel their offensive. The only comparison The trouble is that the two armored vehicles of the German army. We do not have anti-tank weapons. To deal with them, we can only use cluster grenades to blow them up."

After I heard Dubrovsky’s concern, I said disapprovingly: “Don’t worry, although we don’t have anti-tank weapons, we still have tanks.” Then I told Mikhailov, “Comrade Corporal, I’ll hand over now. Here is a glorious and arduous task. You immediately return to Lieutenant Pruly and ask him to lead the armored forces around the German flanks to cut off the enemy's retreat and fight to wipe out the invading enemy."

Not long after Mikhailov left, an earth-shattering explosion suddenly sounded more than a hundred meters in front of the position. I followed the reputation and saw that the German infantry skirmishers had entered our minefield. The mines under their feet were stepped on one after another. There was a huge explosion, and the enemy flew up with the stump of the enemy’s limbs and severed arms. The thick fireworks joined together. In the sound of the explosion, the screams of the wounded who fell to the ground and rolled can be heard vaguely.

When Captain Dubrovsky, Captain Rosenberg, and their officers and soldiers saw this scene, they all smiled and shouted. I was afraid that they would be too overwhelmed, and I quickly reminded them: "Hey, I said, Captain Dubrovsky, why don't you prepare your fighters for battle?"

Hearing my shout, Dubrovsky couldn't care about watching the terrible situation of the German army. He raised his voice and shouted to the left and right: "Everyone listen to my command, enter the position and prepare for battle!" His voice just fell, the surrounding people The soldier immediately relayed his order by word of mouth.

In fact, this order of his is a bit redundant. The commanders have always been in the trenches, their weapons are all placed on the edges of the trenches, so-called ready for battle. It's nothing more than a machine gun shooter putting his finger on the trigger. The rest of the soldiers took out the grenades in their backpacks. Unscrew the back cover and place it neatly in front of you.

The combat effectiveness of the German army really should not be underestimated. Although the minefields we temporarily arranged have caused them a lot of casualties, nearly half of the soldiers successfully rushed over and continued to rush towards our position with their weapons.

Seeing the German soldiers approaching, he stared at Captain Dubrovsky intently at the front, raised his pistol high, and muttered something quietly in his mouth. When the sparse formation of German troops was less than fifty meters away from our trenches. Dubrovsky yelled sharply: Shoot! Immediately after firing a shot into the sky, he leveled the muzzle and continued firing at the German soldiers shaking the position.

Although Dubrovsky’s command was heard only by soldiers close to him, the gunshot was the command. As his gun rang, two nearby light machine guns rang out. , And then more and more weapons joined the ranks of shooting. Under the intensive rain of bullets from our army, the twenty or thirty German soldiers rushing in the front seemed to hit a transparent glass wall. They leaned back, or fell straight. Or turn around and then fall to the ground. Some cunning German soldiers in the back saw that our army's firepower was too fierce and hurriedly lay on the ground, hiding in the shooting corner and shooting at us.

The marksmanship of German soldiers is obviously stronger than that of our soldiers. Although their numbers are limited, they have caused us many casualties. When the machine gun shooter on my left was shooting at a distant point of fire, the gunshot stopped abruptly, and then his body leaped forward and pressed against the machine gun.

Seeing the death of the machine gun shooter, the deputy shooter quickly pushed his body away, moved the machine gun in front of him, set it on the trench wall, and started shooting with a simple aim. After hitting half of the bullet, suddenly his left hand covered his right shoulder, and he fell back into the trench.

Seeing that the secondary shooter fell to the ground, I hesitated for a moment. Before I could decide whether to take over as the machine gun shooter in the past, someone ran past me, grabbed the machine gun and started shooting at the Germans outside. I took a closer look, and it turned out to be a company commander, Captain Rosenberg, who replaced the position of the deputy shooter. When the captain was shooting, a warrior bent over and ran to his side. He whispered and helped the fallen deputy shooter up and hobbled towards the distance with his arm.

Seeing that the infantry's offensive was frustrated, the armored vehicle that provided fire protection behind the entire queue was unable to sink. It increased its horsepower and rushed towards our position. At the same time, the machine gun on the vehicle was firing continuously, and it was beaten. Ground dust splashed.

The German armored car was getting closer and closer to our position. A few bold German soldiers got up from the ground, followed the armored car, and approached our position cautiously. When I was considering whether to let Captain Dubrovsky send someone to blow up these two tanks, I heard the sound of gunfire. Behind the two armored vehicles that were gradually approaching, there was a puddle of mud, and then there was an explosion, and several unlucky soldiers who followed fell down in response.

When I saw the smoke from the bomb explosion, the thought flashed through my mind: "What's going on? Did the Germans fire again? Are they not afraid of accidentally hurting their own people?"

There was another explosion, and a ball of fire suddenly appeared on the body of the armored car on the left. After the armored car that caught fire drove forward for a few meters, the body suddenly skewed and stopped moving.

One armored vehicle was destroyed, and the soldier who was behind was lying on the ground again, but the other one continued to drive outside regardless. However, its luck was obviously not good. Not long after it drove, I saw it was hit by a high-speed flying object. The weak armor was immediately torn open a large hole. With an explosion, the armored vehicle was immediately raged. Surrounded by fire.

Hearing the roar of the motor behind me, I turned around to see what was going on. When I saw a group of tanks and armored vehicles with the German White Cross logo rushing towards us, I couldn't help but panic for a moment, but it quickly became clear that this was the armored unit of Lieutenant Pruly.

But when the tank leaped quickly over our trenches, I waved my arms again and again and shouted loudly amid the loud roar of the tank's motor: "Lieutenant Pruly, go forward! Go ahead! Go and beat them, beat this gang! Germans, don’t let them run away."

Seeing that his armored vehicle was destroyed and our armored forces rushed up again, the Germans who were still lying on the ground did not get up and turned around and fled. Just staying in place and raising his hands high up.

Saw our armored forces rushing up. Dubrovsky, who was in the trenches, couldn't help himself. He jumped out of the trenches, stood on a high place, brandishing the pistol in his hand, shouting loudly: "Comrades, go forward, go forward!" After shouting, he took the lead and rushed out. The commander rushed up, and the soldiers in the trenches also crawled out of the trenches. He screamed and rushed up with his weapon.

Five minutes later, the battle was over. The battlefield was filled with the pungent black smoke from the burned armored vehicle, and the smell of barbecue. Thinking that the smell of this barbecue is from the charred German corpses, I can't help but feel sick.

Dubrovsky returned to me and reported to me: "Comrade commander, the battle is over. We have 76 casualties, and 217 German soldiers have been eliminated. There are no prisoners."

There are no prisoners, as soon as I hear this. I knew he was lying. Just now I clearly saw so many German troops surrendering. It must be that he thought it was inconvenient to carry German prisoners, so he disposed of them without authorization. But now is not the time to blame him. Our top priority is to leave here as soon as possible and return to Mamayev Hill. So I ignored him killing the prisoners and ordered him: "Comrade Captain, the German attack has just been repelled by us. In a short period of time, there should be no more attacks, so we should use this precious time to The troops withdrew."

"Comrade Commander, what should I do with the wounded?" Dubrovsky asked suddenly when I finished giving the order.

His question made me stunned, and asked what he meant by asking this sentence. Do you want to send a grenade to the seriously wounded who cannot move, and let them stay for us to block the German attack? Thinking of this, my brows wrinkled, and at the same time I asked dissatisfiedly: "Comrade Captain, what do you mean by this? Do you want to leave them all? If you know that they are our comrades, is this appropriate? "

Unexpectedly, as soon as I uttered my words, Dubrovsky waved his hand repeatedly and said, "Comrade Commander, you are misunderstanding, I didn't mean that." At this point, he pointed his hand to the tanks and armored vehicles that were driving towards the trench. Carefully asked: "I want to ask, can the wounded with mobility impairment be transferred in armored vehicles, so that we can increase our marching speed?"

I saw an armored car stopped not far from us, and the several commanders who got out of the car came towards us almost without hesitation. I looked carefully at the people who came, and found that Corporal Mikhailov was walking in front, and Lieutenant Pruly was next to him. I waved to them quickly, and shouted at the same time: "Hey! Lieutenant Pruly, Corporal Mikhailov, come to me quickly."

Hearing my shout, Pruly and Mikhailov hurriedly stepped up, took three steps and made two steps to the trench and jumped in. After Pruly raised his hand to salute me, he respectfully reported: "Comrade Commander, Lieutenant Pruly of the Tank Soldier reported to you that the armored forces have completely wiped out the German army, please give instructions!"

"Good job, Comrade Lieutenant." After I finished complimenting, I asked him in a negotiated tone: "Lieutenant Pruly, I think you have also seen that during the German shelling and battle, there were a lot of three regiments and one battalion. Large casualties. If soldiers are allowed to carry the wounded to march, it will affect our marching speed. So I want the wounded to be transferred in your armored vehicle, do you have any different opinions?"

Lieutenant Pruly shook his head quickly and said, "No, comrade commander." After he finished, he hesitated for a moment, then went on to say: "However, the space in the armored vehicle is limited. It is estimated that the wounded people who can board are limited."

I waved my hand after listening to him, and said disapprovingly: "Comrade Lieutenant, don't worry about this. You can install as much as you can. As for the remaining wounded, the impact on us is not great."

In this way, Captain Rosenberg and Lieutenant Pruly, who received my order, began to arrange manpower to carry the severely wounded and the lightly wounded with leg injuries onto the armored vehicle, while the remaining lightly wounded followed. The troops left on foot.

Looking at the wounded people who filed in the car, Dubrovsky kindly said to me: "Comrade Commander, here is about five kilometers away from the 107.5 height. Why don't you take an armored car and leave together." He was afraid that I was worried. , He especially emphasized, "Leave the rest of the matter to me and Captain Rosenberg to deal with it."

Dubrovsky's suggestion really made my heart beat, but it only lasted for a moment before it disappeared. I knew in my heart that if I evacuated with the wounded. Add the guards who protected me. At least one armored vehicle must be occupied. In this way, a few wounded had to endure the pain and follow the troops on long-distance marches, but it would still affect my glorious image somewhat. After thinking about this, I shook my head decisively and said resolutely: "No, Comrade Captain, I just said that armored vehicles are for the wounded to ride. Then I can't say nothing. So I Just like the rest of your soldiers, leave here on foot."

Dubrovs basically wanted to persuade me a few more words, but was stopped by me. I stubbornly said: "Comrade Captain, don't persuade you anymore. Just treat me as an order to you. You are in the army. After staying here for so long, don’t you know that the superior’s orders are not allowed to be discussed or defied, but can only be executed?"

Seeing what I said, Dubrovsky had no choice but to agree, and then he assembled his troops. While waiting for the wounded to board the vehicle and gather troops. Although I showed my composure, I was really anxious. I'm afraid that the German army will not be reconciled to their failure and shelling us again. When so many of us will stay on the open and unobstructed ground, wouldn't it be heavy casualties?

But the last facts proved that I was unfounded. The German army neither shelled us nor sent troops to attack. Maybe it was really as Dubrovsky analyzed just now. Because it was dark, the German army was in a hurry. Unable to mobilize too many troops, after losing the only reserve team, it was impossible to attack us again.

After loading the severely wounded and the wounded with limited mobility, Lieutenant Pruly's armored unit set off. Seven tanks cleared the road in front, followed by a long string of armored vehicles, and behind us was our walking infantry unit.

When I was halfway down the road, Dubrovsky asked me worriedly: "Comrade Commander, Lieutenant Pruly, their tanks and armored vehicles are still painted with the German White Cross logo, the troops holding the 107.5 heights. , Don’t think of them as Germans. If the two sides misunderstand, you will have a joke with your own."

Originally I thought everything was in order, but after listening to Captain Dubrovsky's words, I felt that this possibility still exists, so I racked my brains to think about how to avoid this kind of misunderstanding.

At this moment, the front team suddenly stopped. Before I could speak, Dubrovsky had already asked, "Hey, what's the matter, why did the troops stop?"

Captain Rosenberg, who was walking in front of the team, rushed to us and reported: "Comrade commander, the armored unit in front suddenly stopped, as if it was blocked by something. Because the armored unit queue is too long. We can't see here exactly what happened before."

I know that Captain Rosenberg is telling the truth. When the tanks are marching, each is fifty meters apart. The queue of seven tanks and fifteen armored vehicles can be as long as one thousand meters. Something really needs to happen ahead. , We really don't know here. I listened attentively, and apart from the roar of the armored car's motor, there was no other sound. It shouldn't be a misunderstanding with the friendly forces that are sticking to the 107.5 height.

I was about to send someone to the front to find out what happened. Suddenly, I heard Mikhailov shouting in surprise by my side: "Comrade Commander, look, it's a truck, and our truck fleet is back. ."

I quickly looked forward and saw seven or eight trucks with big driving lights, half of the body on the highway and half of the body on the grass, next to the armored unit, swaying towards us. Seeing the arrival of the truck, a smile appeared on my face, and I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. As long as there are trucks, our marching speed can be accelerated, and within a few minutes, we will be able to return to Mamayev Hill smoothly, when the Germans just want to catch up but can't catch up.

After the truck drove by our side, it drove a certain distance forward, and then began to turn around on the road. The commanders standing on the road quickly gave way to both sides of the road and made way for the truck that was driving up.

A truck stopped in front of me, and the door on the front passenger's platform suddenly opened. A commander jumped out of it and ran to me quickly. After standing at attention, he respectfully reported to me: "Comrade commander, I am here to answer you on the orders of the deputy commander and political commissar, please get in the car?"

I raised my hand and patted the other person on the shoulder, and said gratefully, "Thank you, Captain Basmanov." Then I waved my head and said to him. "What are you still trying to do. Don't get in the car soon."

The number of commanders in the Dubrovsky Battalion walking in a row was only about seventy or eighty. There are more than ten people in a car, and it looks very relaxed. When the officers and men waited for the car to finish, Basmanov gave an order and the convoy began to move forward.

When our truck passed by the armored unit parked on the road, I curiously asked Basmanov who was sitting next to him: "Comrade Captain, you just said that you came to greet us on the order of the deputy division commander and political commissar. Yes. Where are they now?"

"Report to the teacher," heard my question. Basmanov replied politely: "They are all waiting for you under the height of 107.5 at this moment."

Hearing that Kirilov came out to greet me specifically, I was very moved. In order to prevent Basmanov from noticing my excitement, I pretended to be angrily and said, "I can’t find my way, I still need They came to greet me. Just wait for me at the division headquarters. Why wait for me at 107.5 Heights? Besides, what if the superiors give us orders while they are away?"

As expected, Basmanov was deceived by me. He didn't notice my abnormality. Seriously replied: "Comrade commander, that's the case. The deputy commander and I arrived at 107.5 Heights. After speaking with the political commissar on the phone there, the political commissar said that there is a chief of staff on duty in the division headquarters, and he can come out to greet you in person. As for why you have to wait for you in front of 107.5 Heights, it is probably because the political commissar heard that there was an armored unit composed of captured German tanks and armored vehicles in the returning unit. I was afraid that the defenders on the high ground would not be able to figure out the situation. , Misunderstanding with the returning friendly forces."

After listening to Basmanov’s words, I couldn’t help but nod, and I secretly praised Kirilov’s thorough consideration. If they hadn’t personally greeted him in front of the high ground, chances were that the defenders on the high ground found a mighty force open. The German armored unit that came, opened fire without saying a word. Once a fight occurs, it will inevitably cause unnecessary casualties.

As I was thinking, Basmanov suddenly pointed forward and said to me excitedly: "Comrade Commander, look at them, the political commissar and deputy commander are there."

I looked in the direction of his fingers. On the right side of the road ahead, beside the wreckage of a few darkened tanks, a group of people stood. Although we can't see their faces, judging from their clothes, they are undoubtedly our own troops. I quickly told the driver: "Comrade driver, drive ten meters further and stop the car."

The driver nodded, and after the truck drove a further distance, it stopped steadily. This place was only four or five meters away from the waiting crowd. Basmanov first opened the door and jumped down, then stood sideways by the car and held out a hand to me. I grabbed Basmanov's outstretched hand, jumped off the bridge, and walked quickly towards the crowd.

Seeing me getting off the car, the crowd rushed towards me immediately. Before I could see the person on the other side clearly, I heard Kirilov’s familiar voice: "Comrade Oshanina, welcome back!" Then one person left the whole team and came to my side, grabbing I took my hand and shook it vigorously.

"Hello, Comrade Political Commissar," I felt my nose sour when I held Kirilov's hand, but I didn't want to cry in front of so many subordinates, so I tried hard to restrain my emotions, and Kirilov shook his hand enthusiastically.

After shaking hands with Pantai Leyev and the rest of the officers and men waiting here, Kirilov greeted me to get in a jeep waiting on the side of the road, because Pantai Lev wanted to stay and settle Pruly. The lieutenant’s armored unit did not return with us.

On the jeep, I asked Kirilov curiously: "Comrade Political Commissar, this jeep looks quite new. Where did you get it from?"

"It was given to us by the Front Army Command, saying it was congratulating our division on winning the Red Flag Medal." After Kirilov briefly introduced the origin of the jeep, he suddenly turned his face and said to me solemnly: "Comrade Commander, I beg you once again, don’t personally take the troops to perform such dangerous missions~www.wuxiaspot.com~, okay?"

"Comrade Political Commissar," I didn't know why he said that, so I pretended to say lightly: "How can I be called an adventure? You know that I have not only consulted the group army command in advance, but also the deputy commander and me. "

"The group army command can't agree with it." Kirilov said reluctantly: "Do you know that after the front army command learned that you personally led the troops northward, the commander and the military commissioner were furious. Several phone calls a day? Called over to ask about your situation, and said that if there is anything wrong with you, we will not end well."

Kirilov’s remarks stunned me. Although I have met Yelyomenko and Khrushchev several times, the relationship is not very good. How could they be a little boy for me? Teacher, and they are angry with Kirilov?

Before I could think of a reason, the jeep had reached the foot of the mountain where the division headquarters was located. Along the trenches, we quickly came outside the division headquarters. Looking at this familiar place, I couldn't help feeling in my heart that it was really not easy for me to come back here alive. (A great event for pie in the sky, cool mobile phone waiting for you! Follow it~ Click/Official Account (Add Friends on WeChat-Add Official Account-Enter dd), and participate right away! Everyone has a prize, now follow dd right away WeChat public account!) (to be continued, the novel is better and updated faster!