Burning Moscow

When I walked into the headquarters, Chief of Staff Akhromeyev was on the phone. Seeing my appearance, he was visibly stunned. For a while, he stared at me in a daze. Seeing his surprised expression, I couldn't help but smile and said, "Comrade Chief of Staff, I haven't seen you for a few days, so don't you know me?"

Hearing my words, Akhromeyev stood up abruptly, threw the phone to the watch desk, and exclaimed in surprise: "Master, are you really back?" After speaking, he pushed away with a boom. I got off the sitting bench and rushed over to meet me.

When he shook hands with me, he excitedly said to me: "Comrade Teacher, you can come back, we can always think about you these days. How about, your way back went smoothly?"

"It's okay, very smooth." When I said this, I pointed my finger at the microphone on the table and asked: "Chief of Staff, who are you talking to?"

"Who else, Lieutenant Colonel Heydar, commander of the fourth regiment." Akhromeev replied somewhat reluctantly: "He said he heard the rumble of cannons coming from the northwest. He hoped to send one. The reconnaissance troops go to see what is going on."

"The movement he heard may be that the Germans were shelling our newly occupied positions at the time." After I briefly explained the battle, I added: "You are not going to tell Lieutenant Colonel Gaidar. clear."

"Okay," Akhromeyev readily agreed, and walked over to the table, "I will explain to him what happened." After he picked up the microphone again, he said with a smile: "Hey , Lieutenant Colonel Gaidar, let me tell you the good news first. Comrade commander has returned to the headquarters." After a short pause. Continued to say, "The sound of the guns you said just now was the position occupied by the Germans in the bombardment of the commander... No, no... The commander is all normal, not even the hair is injured. So you don't need to do it anymore. What scouts should be sent to reconnaissance. It is better to strengthen night patrols and concentrate on guarding your high ground. Don't let the Germans touch your position in the middle of the night."

Seeing Akhromeyev walk away, Razumeyeva and Nadya, who had been sitting in front of the telephone, also came over, hugged me, and welcomed my smooth return.

When Akhromeyev hung up the phone. Kirilov and I have walked over to the table and sat down. Akhromeyev asked with concern: "Where are the troops that have been withdrawn?"

"I asked Colonel Bantaiyev to arrange them all to the three regiments." When I said this, I thought of something before Akhromeev could explain it, so I immediately told him: "Counselor Comrade Chief, in this operation, we have captured seven German tanks, fifteen armored vehicles, nine cannons, and a large amount of military materials. They are also stored in the third regiment station. In addition to this batch of materials. In addition to weapons and ammunition, there is also a large amount of food and medicine. Later you will inform the groups to collect the materials they need.

Akhromeyev promised to stand up and prepare to get the phone on the desk. At this moment, Kirilov asked suddenly: "Comrade Chief of Staff, has the Front Command ever called?" He shook. Shaking his head, indicating that there is no post. He picked up the phone and called several group leaders to inform them to pick up the supplies they needed.

While Akhromeyev was on the phone, I asked Kirilov in a low voice: "Comrade Political Commissar. What do you mean by the call from the front army headquarters?"

Kirilov smiled bitterly, and said angrily: "What else do you mean? Of course it's for you." Seeing my dazed look, he went on to say: "Commander Yeremenko and military commissioner He Comrade Lu Xiaofu called almost every day to greet you about your situation. Although I once explained to them that you personally led the troops northward. It was approved by Commander Cuikov of the group army, but they were still scolded several times. ." He raised his hand and looked at the watch on his wrist. Muttered to himself, "I usually call at this time. Why haven't I called today? Is something delayed?"

Akhromeyev called Lieutenant Colonel Oleg, the commander of the Second Regiment, Major Godunov, the acting commander of the Third Regiment, and Lieutenant Colonel Gaidar, the commander of the Fourth Regiment, and told them to go to the station of the third regiment Materials for each regiment. Even the health team that I did not mention, he made a special call and asked Shmakova and others to take people to collect the medicines that the wounded needed urgently.

Putting down the phone, he reported to me with a smile: "Comrade commander, the phone calls to each group have been finished, and several group leaders said that they would send people to collect supplies immediately."

Kirilov said with a smile on his face: "I know these group leaders too well. I heard that they were asked to collect supplies. It is estimated that they will start arranging manpower as soon as they put down the phone. Within half an hour, their people will be able to arrive. The place where the supplies are piled up. By the way, Comrade Commander," he said here, suddenly turned his head to look at me, and said in a negotiating tone: "I think the work of distributing materials will be handed over to Comrade Pantaiyev, the deputy commander. Right."

I nodded and said, "Okay, I agree to your proposal. Colonel Bantai Leyev will be responsible for the distribution of supplies..." Before I could finish my words, the phone rang on the desk.

Akhromeyev quickly grabbed the phone and said loudly, "Hey, this is the division headquarters. I am Chief of Staff Major Akhromeyev. Where are you?" After saying this, he was silent. It seems to be listening to what the other party said.

"Hello, Comrade Military Commissioner, Comrade Commander has just returned to the command post," Akhromeyev replied anxiously, "Just as I wanted to report to you, your call came..."

When I heard Akhromeyev’s nervous voice, I knew that the person talking with him was Comrade Khrushchev, a military commissar of the front army. Sure enough, after a while, Akhromeyev covered the microphone with his hand and handed it to me. At the same time, he reminded me in a low voice: "Comrade Commander, this is the phone number of Comrades of the Military Commissioner of the Front Army..."

Before he could finish speaking, I took the microphone in his hand and said politely close to my ear: "Hello, Comrade Military Commissioner of the Front Army..."

Unexpectedly, Khrushchev interrupted me and snarled at me: "Major General Oshanina, I draw your attention to your own identity. Now you are the commander of the Red Flag Independent Division, a general, and a commander. Division. It’s not that when you were a regiment commander or battalion commander, you can go out if you want to bring the troops out. You are a division commander, and your position is in your own command post. You are not qualified and have no right to hold your own. Risk your life, understand?!..."

Because the sound from the headphones was too loud, I had to move the microphone away from my ears to prevent my ears from being deafened. After his words finally came to an end, I started to defend myself and said: "Comrade Military Commissioner, please listen to my explanation?"

"Go ahead," Khrushchev said angrily, "I want to hear what you can explain."

Kirilov and Akhromeyev stood next to me, looking at me sympathetically, but I could only make a helpless gesture to them, and then explained to Khrushchev "Comrade Military Commissioner, this is the case. The matter between our division and the friendly army of the Don Front is very important. If others are allowed to go, I am not at ease. In addition, the troops are behind enemy lines, in order to prevent exposure, radio most of the time. Keep silent, so that even if there is an emergency, I cannot ask the division for instructions. If I go there, I can overcome this problem, and I can adjust the deployment in time according to the changes in the situation between the enemy and the enemy."

"Then you go out this time, how are the results of the troops?" Although Khrushchev's voice still contained anger, his tone was obviously softened.

Although I knew clearly that the telegram I sent to Kirilov was forwarded by Trikov to Yelyomenko and Khrushchev shortly afterwards, I still honestly took the battles I experienced in the past few days and got it The results of the battle. At the end, he added an extravagant sentence: "In fact, I personally led the troops northward, not making admonitions, but I asked Commander Cuikov and Comrade Gurov, the military commissioner, and only led the team to set off after getting their permission ."

After listening to me, Khrushchev said to me kindly: "Don’t take this as an example. Remember, even if it’s Cui Koff’s approval, it won’t work. The man in the front army hasn’t died yet, so you can’t let a woman carry it alone. The troops go to the enemy’s rear to take risks, otherwise I will arrange Colonel Pantaiyev to be the deputy commander of your division. What do you do?"

I heard that Khrushchev’s tone had changed significantly, and I sighed with relief. At the same time, I smiled and said: "Understood, Comrade Military Commissioner, I will pay attention to it in the future, and I will never let similar things happen again. "

"Since I'm back ~www.wuxiaspot.com~, take a good rest." Khrushchev's tone was completely restored at this time, "Tomorrow I will visit you in Mamayev Hill myself." , Before I could speak again, he hung up the phone.

After Khrushchev hung up the phone, I was still holding the microphone in a daze, thinking to myself, since he already knew that I was back and scolded me, why would he risk crossing the Volga to Mamaye tomorrow? Where's Fugang?

Seeing that I was in a daze, Kirilov asked with concern: "Comrade Commander, what's the matter with you?" Akhromeev thoughtfully took the microphone from my hand and placed it on the base of the phone.

I repeated what Khrushchev said just now to the two of them, and then asked them puzzledly: "You two talked about the military commissar saying that you want to go to Mamayev Hill. What is it for? "

"Isn't it because you want to see what you have seized and the captured German prisoners?" Akhromeyev said tentatively.

"Impossible," Kirilov immediately denied his guess. "Comrade Khrushchev works so much every day, how could it be possible for this little thing to risk crossing the Volga River to Mamayev. Where’s the post? I guess he’s here this time, there must be something important." (To be continued)