Burning Moscow

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The reports of the Second Regiment and the Fourth Regiment were quickly fed back. After the German attack on the 107.5 heights was defeated, they withdrew two kilometers and were nervously redeploying their forces to prepare for another attack. After being repelled by the commanders of the Fourth Regiment, the German troops attacking Mamayevgang had all withdrawn to their starting positions.

After listening to the report, I thought that the Stalingrad Front’s counter-offensive had officially begun, and there was no need to fear wolves and tigers, so I decisively ordered Akhromeev: “Chief of Staff, call Major Morozov and ask His artillery immediately entered the position, ready to shell the German forces in front of our position."

Akhromeyev happily agreed, and picked up the phone to call Major Morozov. Unexpectedly at this time, Kirilov raised his hand to stop him, and then cautiously said to me: "Comrade Oshanina, would you like to wait and see the situation?"

"Comrade Political Commissar, don't worry about it." I understand in my heart why Kirilov prevented Akhromeyev from calling. He was worried that this counterattack would become the same as the previous few times that paid a huge price. There was no counterattack with much success, so he wanted to proceed cautiously. I had known the outcome of this counterattack a long time ago, so I comforted him confidently: "Don’t you see the rockets passing by over Mamayev Hill? That is the artillery of the front army. After the mist has completely dissipated, our air force should be dispatched. Since air supremacy is in our hands, what's so terrible? While the Germans have not recovered from their efforts, they will be completely defeated. When we counterattack later, the resistance will be much less."

"But," Kirilov said with concern: "If after the fog clears, it is not our fighter planes, but German bombers that appear in the air, then the remaining artillery units in our division will be all. Ruined."

"Comrade Political Commissar, at this time, we can only take a gamble." At this point, I blinked at him mischievously. Then I said: "And my gambling luck has always been good. I believe that when the fog dissipates, it must be our fighter plane that appears in the air." After saying this, I again solemnly instructed Akhromeev , "Chief of Staff, what are you still waiting for, why don't you call Major Morozov?"

Although Kirilov was not completely convinced by me. But this time he saw Akhromeyev calling, but he didn't speak. Just a long sigh, still a worried expression.

When Akhromeyev was on the phone, I thought silently in my heart that since the artillery battalion entered the position ahead of schedule, then Major Perskin’s tank battalion should also move to the rear of the 106.5 height in advance. With the prelude, I no longer need to worry about the German airstrikes during the movement of the troops.

After Akhromeyev finished calling Morozov. I then ordered him to call Major Perskin and let the tank battalion advance into the attack position. Maybe it’s because I was too excited. The commands below were not only messy, but even a bit inconsistent, but Akhromeyev gave full play to the qualities of an excellent chief of staff at the moment, and transformed what he understood into commands. , And reach the troops in an orderly manner.

After about half an hour. After receiving a call, Akhromeyev reported to me: "Comrade commander, Major Morozov reported that the artillery battalion is ready and waiting for your order."

I glanced at him and gave a brief command: "Shoot at once. First bombard the German forward positions on the east side, and then turn around to bombard the German forces in front of the 107.5 height."

Akhromeyev nodded, and then said loudly into the microphone: "The commander ordered, fire the artillery immediately. First bombard the German forward positions on the east side, and then turn around to bombard the German forces in front of the 107.5 height."

When the rumbling cannons sounded outside, I suddenly made a whim and suggested to Kirilov and the others: "Political commissar, deputy division commander. We stay here and see nothing. It is better to move our headquarters to the top of the mountain. To the observation station. What do you think?"

"I agree with the commander’s proposal." Bantai Leyev first expressed support for my proposal. He also helped me explain to the other commanders: "If we are all here, we cannot respond to changes in the battlefield. Command the troops, so I think it’s very appropriate to move the command to the hilltop observation post."

After Bantai Leyev finished speaking, Akhromeyev and Sherbina’s political commissars expressed their support in time. Seeing that everyone had the same opinions, Kirilov nodded helplessly. Then I expressed my opinion: "Since the division headquarters are to be moved to the observation post on the top of the mountain, then I suggest that the radio station should also be moved up, so that we can command the troops via radio."

Next, the headquarters began to move. In order to facilitate the command, not only had to move a radio up the mountain, but also the telephone line to keep in touch with the headquarters. When we started to be busy, Kirilov said to me: "Comrade Oshanina, I have something to do. Let me leave for a while. Later I will come to the observation station on the top of the mountain to look for you."

When I heard Kirilov say this, although I felt very surprised, I said at this time, what can be more important than the relocation of the new headquarters, but after thinking about it, since he has to leave at this time, then It was very important to prove what he wanted to do, so I nodded very readily and agreed.

I was standing at the lookout port of the observation post on the top of the mountain and saw the cannonballs ejected from the high ground, roaring and landing in the German army formation in the distance. In the flames and smoke, the German army was blown up and turned on their backs. Especially pleasant.

At eleven o’clock, Morozov’s artillery battalion ceased its artillery bombardment. At this moment, both the German forward positions and the German troops assembled in front of the 107.5 high ground were hit hard. Just as the enemy was in a dilemma, our army's fighter plane appeared in the air. Our fighters in the four-plane formation swooped down from high altitude, dropping bombs and strafing, which made the German army, which had suffered heavy losses, even worse.

Akhromeyev walked behind me and reported to me loudly: "Comrade Commander, the walkie-talkie has been installed and the communication with the regiments is smooth. Please give me an order."

My eyes were fixed on the German troops that were blown up by our fighter planes and fled, and without looking back, I told Akhromeyev: "The chief of staff, immediately get in touch with all the commanders, and I will give them personally. Offensive order!"

Akhromeyev promised, walked to the telegraph and grabbed the microphone. Vigorously shouted: "I am the teacher, I am the teacher! One group, one group; second group, second group; ... you all listen carefully, the teacher wants to speak to you, the teacher wants to speak to you!"

Hearing Akhromeev contacting the groups, I put down the telescope. Slowly walked to his side. After Akhromeyev contacted the other group leaders, he handed me the headset and microphone. At the same time whispered to me, "All the team leaders are connected."

I held the microphone and said loudly in an excited voice with a somewhat shifted tone: "Comrades commanders, our teacher has been fed up with the Germans in Mamayev Hill in the past few months, and now it’s time for us to tell them It's time to collect the blood debt. Comrades and brothers, for our great motherland, for our great commander-in-chief Stalin, for the Stalingrad we have defended, and for the honor of our independent teacher of the Red Flag. Go ahead!"

Not long after the offensive order was issued, I suddenly heard the melody of "Holy War". At this moment, I thought it was my illusion, but when I saw Kirilov standing outside the observation post with a smile on his face, I immediately understood that this was not an illusion. He used to install it on the ground before. A tweeter. But he never used it. He left just now to activate the tweeter.

At the same time, a red flare was raised on Mamayev Hill and 107.5 Heights, representing an offensive signal flare. Then the roar of the mountain whistling and tsunami came into my ears. Thousands of commanders and fighters appeared on the deserted hills. They shouted "Ula!" carrying weapons and rushed out of their concealed department.

The commanders of the first and fourth groups swept across the top of the northern highland like a tide, and then quickly rushed towards the foot of the mountain. The soldiers straightened forward, striving to rush into the enemy's forward position as quickly as possible. The mortarers and heavy machine gunners dragged their equipment and followed closely behind the assault troops.

Facing the tide of our troops, the Germans remained silent in the forward position. However, when our commanders were only a hundred meters away from them. The enemy on the ground fired back. The soldier who rushed in the front was caught off guard and fell a lot. The remaining soldiers slumped down on the spot, relying on the crater to shoot back. The mortarers and heavy machine gunners seized the time to choose their positions and used artillery and machine gun firepower to suppress the German forces in the trenches.

"Chief of Staff," I couldn't help shouting when I saw this situation, "I immediately ordered Morozov's heavy artillery to fire and destroy the German resistance."

Standing next to me, Pantai Leyev quickly stopped my impulsive order and explained: "Comrade commander, you cannot fire. Our soldiers are too close to the enemy. If you order the artillery battalion’s heavy artillery to fire, you will accidentally injure yourself. Human."

I originally issued this order on impulse because I saw that my army’s offensive was blocked. After hearing what Pantai Leyev said made sense, I stopped insisting on my opinion, and turned my telescope. Up to the 107.5 height.

In my imagination, the battle at 107.5 Heights is much more cruel, so I will equip them with tank battalions in advance. Unexpectedly, at this moment, the situation was completely different from what I had imagined. A dozen tanks from the tank battalion opened the way in front, followed by the same number of armored vehicles, and then dozens of trucks full of soldiers.

The enemy in front of the 107.5 highland has long been defeated by our artillery and bombardment. The most likely to affect morale on the battlefield is fear. When fear envelops the German officers and soldiers, no matter how strong their will, they cannot avoid the fate of collapse. Seeing our armored forces rushing towards them, the morale of the surviving officers and soldiers suddenly disappeared. Hundreds of broken soldiers threw down their weapons and fled their feet and fled to the north frantically. This escape was completely doomed. Their fate is ruined.

It didn’t take long for me to see the fighting between the 2nd and 3rd regiments. It was just based on the rumble of cannons from afar and the black mud and white snow-covered dust pillars rushing to the sky from high ground. Imagine that the battle is still going on.

Turning around again to look at the first and fourth regiments that attacked the German forward positions, I saw that under the suppression of the firepower of our mortars and heavy machine guns, the firepower in the German trenches weakened a lot. Some commanders who were close to the trenches also bravely crawled out of the crater where they were hiding. They braved the enemy's bullets, crawled forward for a while, rolled and jumped for a while, and quickly approached the German trenches.

Seeing that our soldiers were about to rush into the German trenches, I suddenly felt that someone was pulling my sleeves and turned my head to see that it was Akhromeyev. He saw me turning his head and shouted at me: "Comrade Master, your call."

I thought which commander was calling, so after putting the receiver close to my ear, I shouted loudly: "Hey, this is Oshanina, who are you?"

"It's me, Comrade Oshaninna." I heard Trikov's voice coming from the receiver, "How is the situation with you?"

"The Second Regiment and the Third Regiment have completely defeated the German troops in front of the 107.5 Heights, and the battle is currently unfolding in the depths of the Germans. The First Regiment and the Fourth Regiment are launching an assault on the forward positions of the Germans~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It is estimated that it will not be much. For a long time, they will be able to seize the German positions and develop further in depth."

"Comrade Oshanina, I just talked to the commanders of the friendly forces on the phone. According to them, the progress of the various units is very smooth. Since most of the troops in our group army are currently at a loss, they are unable to launch a decent attack on the enemy. We have to leave this important task to your division. In other words, no matter which unit rushes into the city of Gorodishe first, I will name this battalion after the battalion commander. Please give me my words Tell it to the soldiers."

Hearing Cui Kefu's rehearsal, I hurriedly stated to him: "Commander, please rest assured, I will pass your words on to every commander and fighter."

After I finished the call with Trikov, I turned my head and told Akhromeyev: "Chief of Staff, please get in touch with the regiments immediately and reiterate what the commander said last night: No matter which unit rushes in first. Gorodishe city, then the battalion commander’s name will be used to order this force."

As soon as I finished speaking, Kirilov, Bantai Lev and their cheers came from the lookout: "It's great, it's great. Our commanders took the German forward position. To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)