Burning Moscow

After listening to the analysis of the two, I looked at Pantai Leyev with approval, and said that **** was still old and spicy. This Colonel Bantai Lev is not usually staid, but his experience in the army, It is much richer than younger generations like Akhromeyev, I just say that casually, he can actually analyze the new commander of the front army more accurately.

Thinking of the imminent merger of the two fronts, I couldn't help but start thinking about my own future. After the Battle of Stalingrad, it is unlikely that he will remain in the 62nd Army, and may be transferred to other fronts, and the most likely to go is the Leningrad Front or Volkhov of General Meretskov. Front army. If I transfer, the current independent teacher will definitely not go with me, and then I will be a lonely person again. Thinking of the various difficulties that I might face in the new environment, I feel lost in my heart.

I patronized my own thoughts, forgetting that I was still staring at Pantai Leyev. He was a little embarrassed by my stare, and coughed vigorously, awakening me from contemplation. Then he asked me carefully: "Comrade Commander, there are currently more than 30,000 rescued residents in the Yerman District and Dzerzhinsky District. How should we settle them?"

Before my thinking returned to normal, Kirilov added: "The deputy commander is right. The refugees currently lack food and medicine, and we don’t have enough food. If we don’t resettle as soon as possible. If they are good, I am worried that many people will die from freezing and starvation."

When regaining Yerman District and Dzerzhinsky District, we rescued as many as 40,000 residents from the enemy. When I discovered that there were so many residents in the enemy-occupied area, I immediately reported to the group army headquarters. Cui Kefu was not in the headquarters at the time, and it was military commissioner Gurov who answered the phone. After he heard the news, he was silent for a long time, and finally said to me embarrassedly: "Due to the influence of the climate, the transportation capacity of the ice transportation line is limited. Only a small number of soldiers and limited supplies can be transported to the city every day. In this case, it is unrealistic to evacuate all these refugees to the east bank of the Volga River, so they can only stay in your division's defense zone temporarily."

When I heard Gurov say this, I was anxious at the time: "Comrade Military Commissioner, the food consumed by these 30,000 residents every day is an unexpected astronomical figure. With our current food inventory, the refugees cannot be satisfied at all. Demand."

Hearing my complaint, Gurov said helplessly: "Comrade Oshanina, you can't support these tens of thousands. We are also powerless. But please rest assured that our group army command will do its best to help Refugees in your defense zone provide necessary food."

Although Gurov vowed to provide us with food supplies, after ten days, no matter whether it was food, medicine, firearms or ammunition, we did not get the slightest supplement. Seeing that the supplies promised by the group army were not in place for a long time, I had to reduce the ration of each resident from the initial 300 grams to 200 grams. At the same time, a small team was organized to send all the old, weak, sick and disabled who can still walk to the East Bank in batches to alleviate our supply pressure. It took more than ten days to send it like this. Only tens of thousands of people were sent away, and more than 30,000 people were left. At this time, there was a problem with our food supply.

After thinking about it for a while, I put forward my thoughts to Kirilov: "Comrade political comrades, in order to maintain the status of these refugees. We can only reduce their food ration again. From now on, adults will have 150 grams of bread per person per day. Pieces. Children are 75 grams each...."

Before I could finish my words, Akhromeyev, who was unable to restrain himself, exclaimed: "Comrade teacher. The quota is too small. It will not be long before the residents will suffer from malnutrition. Especially. It’s children, when they are growing up, treat them like this..."

I raised my hand to interrupt the words behind him, and said to him with a serious expression: "Comrade Chief of Staff, please remember that our division is also facing a shortage of food. If we do not control the distribution of food to the residents, our soldiers will soon They will be so hungry that they can't even hold their weapons, so how can they fight the fierce Germans?"

Seeing that Akhromeyev was speechless by me, I was a little unbearable, so I added: "Well, all the residents who participated in the militia or assisted our soldiers in strengthening the fortifications, everyone will send more messages. 200 grams of rusks."

Hearing what I said, the look on Akhromeyev's face eased a lot. He nodded and said: "Okay, I will call the heads of the regiments and relay your orders to them."

When Akhromeyev went to call, I whispered to Kirilov: "Comrade political comrade, the food reserves in the division can only last for two or three days. Comrade committee members, let the group army command provide us with a batch of food to meet our urgent needs?"

After hearing what I said, Kirilov nodded readily, and said: "For this matter, I will talk to Comrade Vasiliev, the director of the political department of the group army. If he is next to help us, things will happen. It's easier to handle." At this point, he paused, frowned and thought about it, then asked me very seriously: "Comrade Oshanina, I want to ask you one thing. Since the Germans are in our circle Attacks are launched from the outside, so can our plan of encirclement and annihilation of the Paulus Corps be carried out as originally envisaged?",

Bantai Leyev heard the conversation between Kirilov and I. He looked around and asked in a low and mysterious voice: "Yes, comrade commander, will the Paulus troops in the encirclement be destroyed by us? In the past, in other battlefields, I also encountered the enemy who surrounded the enemy but couldn't eat it. As a result, the enemy's reinforcements came up, and instead wiped out the battles of our troops."

Seeing my two deputies doubted whether we could win the battle of Stalingrad, it really made me dumbfounded. But at this time, I can't tell them the final outcome of the battle. I can only say vaguely: "Political commissar, deputy division commander, you think too much. Although the enemy is still very tenacious, their vitality will In the next battle. It was consumed by us little by little."

After Akhromeyev finished the phone call, he walked back to the table and reported to me: "Comrade commander, your order has been passed on, and several group leaders are adjusting the food quotas for residents."

"How is the defense of the Dzerzhinsky District done?" Compared with the food quota, I am more concerned about how the defenses of the regiments are doing. So as soon as Akhromeyev finished the report, I immediately asked: "Can their fortifications withstand the German attack?"

Akhromeyev nodded vigorously and said affirmatively: "Comrade commander, no problem. According to the reports of the first and fourth regiments, the buildings they occupy. On the side facing the German defense, all doors and windows are made of bricks. The stone was blocked, and only the shooting hole was left. The Germans were unable to get inside the building even if they touched it in the dark. The second regiment had fewer troops. They were responsible for the defense of the junction of the Yerman District and Dzerzhinsky District. jobs."

Hearing that all regiments had done a good job of defense, the rock hanging in my heart finally fell to the ground. Next, I called several division commanders stationed in the rear of our division one by one, informed them of our defense situation here, and reminded them to be vigilant to prevent possible sneak attacks by the Germans.

After dawn, I took a guard platoon to the Dzerzhinsky district to inspect the defenses of several regiments. Not far away from the headquarters, there was a woman wearing a headscarf, holding a child with the same headscarf in one hand and walking towards me. Saw our group. The woman who couldn't tell her age suddenly yelled, let go of the two children and rushed towards me.

Yushchenko, who was in charge of protecting us, saw women rushing towards me, fearing that I was in danger. Hurriedly shouted, and greeted them with two soldiers. Although the woman was tall and big, she might have been hungry for too long, and she was a little floating when she walked. She was not the opponent of the three strong men at all. Just one face, she obediently grabbed it.

Seeing his mother caught by two soldiers. The two children in the distance were so frightened that they started crying. Confused by what happened before me, I quickly ordered Yushchenko to bring the woman up. Two more soldiers were called to bring the child over, and I wanted to figure out what happened.

Wait until the woman is brought before me. Looking at the woman in front of me with an old face and a lack of gods, I don’t think she is like someone who wants to behave on me. I waved my hand to grab her and let the soldier let go, then I asked with an amiable look. Said: "Comrade women, do you have anything to do with me?"

The woman looked at the left and right warily, and saw that the soldier had released her hand and rushed towards me, grabbed my arm, and said in a weak voice: "Comrade Commander, have mercy on me, I I haven’t eaten anything for several days with my child, and they are almost starving to death. Give me something to eat."

In my division’s defense zone, there are more than 30,000 refugees. Although the regiments are distributing food every day, I understand in my heart that there must still be some residents who cannot receive the food they need to survive. So when I knew that this woman was blocking me just to beg for some food for myself and my children, I didn't mean to blame anyone. Instead, he turned his head and asked the soldiers on the left and right: "Which of you has food on your body?"

A soldier standing on my right quickly agreed: "Comrade commander, I have it here." After finishing speaking, he took off his rucksack, opened the mouth of the bag, and took out from the inside a piece of square shape and a full jin. The heavy brown bread was passed to my hand. I want to take the bread, thank the soldier, and then pass it to the woman in front of me.

Originally I thought that after the woman took the bread, she would call her two children in front of her and tear up some pieces of bread for them to eat. Unexpectedly, after the woman took the bread, she grabbed the bread with one hand, and kept pushing the torn pieces into her mouth with the other hand. In total disregard of the two children holding her legs, they kept shouting: "Mom, I'm hungry, I'm Russian!"

Seeing this scene, my nose was sour. I closed my eyes tightly, lest my disappointed tears would come to my eyes. After opening my eyes again, I turned to look at the soldier who had just given me bread, and asked apologetically: "Comrade soldier, do you still have bread there?"

The soldier shook his head and said regretfully: "I'm sorry, comrade commander, no more."

"I have it here." I just turned around when a piece of bread was handed in front of me. I followed the hand holding the bread and looked over. It turned out that Captain Yushchenko had offered his bread. I smiled at him and nodded, picked up the bread in his hand, carefully folded it into two pieces, and handed them to the two crying children.

When we move forward again. I heard a soldier muttering beside me: "This mother is really selfish. With food, he only eats for himself and doesn't care about his children at all."

"Yes, too selfish to be a mother at all." His voice just fell. The soldiers immediately echoed him.

"Comrades, I think that woman is doing the right thing." Hearing the comments from the soldiers, I couldn't help but want to say my own point of view: "You only see her eating food without paying attention to yourself. The appearance of her two children, but she didn’t realize that she was doing it for the sake of her children."

"Comrade Master, why do you say that?" A soldier next to him asked puzzledly: "She obviously takes care of filling her stomach. She doesn't care about the children at all, why do you still say that she is thinking about the children?"

Seeing that the soldiers around were puzzled, and even Yushchenko was confused, I had to further explain to them: "You have seen it, and her two children are both very old. Xiao. If mothers starve to death, who will take care of their lives in the future, do you think they will have the ability to take care of themselves under the current circumstances?” When I said this, I thought of Lida for no reason. His child, Alek, stabbed inexplicably. Seeing everyone shaking their heads thinking that the two children are not capable of taking care of themselves, I went on to say, "Only when the mother survives. These two children can continue to survive."

As soon as we entered the Dzerzhinsky District, we encountered the checkpoint set up by the Second Regiment. The commander on duty was Captain Khorushov, the commander of the First Battalion I was familiar with. I held Horusov's hand. He asked with concern: "Comrade Captain, it's been a long time since I saw you, how are you doing recently?"

Khorushov shook hands with me and smiled bitterly and said: "Comrade commander, when I was a battalion commander, there were seven or eight hundred soldiers under my hand, but now you look at it." As he said, he snorted to the side with a heart. Unwillingly said: "The whole battalion includes me. There are only 25 people left, and I changed from a battalion commander to a platoon commander."

Seeing him look downcast. I quickly comforted him and said, "Comrade Captain, don't worry. Although the number of people in your battalion is a bit smaller, after a while, the superiors will supplement my division. I will definitely give priority to supplementing the second regiment."

Khorushov rejoiced when I said this. Hearing that we wanted a group of defense zones, we immediately called a soldier over and asked him to act as a guide for us.

We were led by the guide and proceeded cautiously along the street full of craters and rubble. Along the way, I carefully observed the buildings on both sides of the street and found that many buildings on the side facing the street had their doors and windows blocked by masonry. Some buildings are connected by traffic trenches. In order to prevent them from being discovered by the enemy, they are covered with a cover, which is really impossible to find unless you look closely.

When he arrived at the regiment command post, the regimental commander, Lieutenant Colonel Sergeikov, was not there. He went to the defense zone of the fourth regiment, leaving only the deputy commander Lieutenant Colonel Ilya. Seeing me walking into the command post, Ilya immediately got up from his seat, walked over to salute me and report the current situation of the group.

Although I heard the words of Lieutenant Colonel Ilya soundly, but seeing a group of defensive positions with my own eyes, I was still not at ease, so I asked Ilya to take me to the front. In order not to expose the target, apart from me and Lieutenant Colonel Ilya, there were only two fighters led by Captain Yushchenko.

Ilya took me to an attic that had not been destroyed by shells and bombs, and had a bird's eye view of the enemy-we defense zone below. Ilya pointed to the following and introduced to me: "Comrade Commander, the fortifications where our soldiers are hiding are only more than fifty meters apart from the enemy in the opposite building."

I raised the telescope and asked casually, "What defensive measures have you taken?"

"In addition to blocking all the doors and windows facing the enemy with masonry, leaving only shooting holes. We also planted mines outside the building, and battled with a machine gun, two submachine guns, and ten rifles. The group constitutes a small defensive zone. In this way, as long as the enemy steps on the mine~www.wuxiaspot.com~ our combat team hiding in the building, we can inflict heavy damage on them when they are disoriented by the explosion."

In my telescope lens, the German soldiers in the building opposite our army walked up and down the window without hesitation, and some even dared half of their bodies out of the window. Seeing this, I put down my binoculars and turned to Ilya and asked dissatisfiedly: "Comrade Lieutenant Colonel, have you seen the enemy in the opposite building?"

Ilya glanced at the distance from the corner of her eye, and quickly retracted it. At the same time, she nodded and said affirmatively: "Yes, comrade commander, I saw it. These Germans are very arrogant, not just swaying during the change of guard. He hides his whereabouts, and also often stands at the window and smokes after the changing of the guard, without paying attention to our army at all."

My brows frowned, and I asked dissatisfiedly: "Are you accustomed to this kind of enemy behavior?"

After hearing this, Ilya nodded and answered earnestly: "Yes, comrade commander, we have long been accustomed to the enemy's arrogance." (to be continued)

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