Burning Moscow

"December 25th." I read the date silently in my heart, asking if this is not Christmas in Europe and America. The Germans must celebrate this holiday, so we can definitely catch them by surprise.

I was about to end the call with Trikov, when Gurov’s voice suddenly came from the receiver: "Hello, dear Comrade Oshanina, I want to talk to you."

Gurov's words made me nervous. He asked Cuikov or Krylov to tell me what happened in the past. But today he wants to talk to me personally, could it be that something big happened? Although I was uneasy, I still said politely: "Hello, Comrade Military Commissioner, I am waiting for your instructions!"

Gurov smiled and said, "Comrade Oshanina, don't be so restrained, I just chat with you casually." Then he chatted with me a few words, and finally he changed the topic. , Asked kindly: "...I heard others say that you ordered your guard company commander Captain Yushchenko to shoot a deserter. Is this the case?"

"Desert, what deserter?" I replied confusedly: "Comrade Military Commissioner, you have confused me. I don't understand what you mean. I have never ordered Captain Yushchenko to shoot any deserter. ?"

"Comrade Oshaninna, please think about it," Gurov's voice became official, and he coldly reminded me: "If you think about it, it happened at noon today."

"What happened at noon today?!" After hearing Gurov's prompt, I frowned and thought hard, thinking about all my itinerary from this morning to the present, but I didn't think of a reason. I cover the microphone. Yushchenko, who was standing not far away, beckoned, called him in front of him, and asked in a low voice: "Comrade Captain, Comrade Military Commissioner of the Group Army said that we shot a deserter today. Do you remember this? "

Yushchenko heard me ask. With a blank face, he asked in astonishment: "Comrade commander, we have absolutely never used a weapon today. How can we shoot a deserter?"

"But Comrade Military Commissioner said with certainty that it was the deserter who was shot today." Although Yushchenko replied very decisively, in order to give Gurov an accurate answer, I asked again: "Comrade Captain. Are you sure it is true today? Haven't shots been fired?"

"No, comrade commander." Yushchenko replied without hesitation. Seeing his answer so affirmatively, I felt that he would not lie in front of me. Maybe it was Gurov who heard some inaccurate rumors from someone that caused such a misunderstanding. Just when I released the palm covering the microphone. Yushchenko suddenly exclaimed: "Wait, Comrade Commander, I suddenly remembered something?"

I quickly covered the microphone again, and asked in a dissatisfied tone: "Comrade Captain, do you think of something?"

Yushchenko nodded vigorously, then lowered his voice and said mysteriously to me: "Comrade Commander, do you forget that we were shelled by the Germans on the way to a regiment. Did we hide in an anti-cannon bunker?"

When Yushchenko reminded me, I immediately thought of the young recruit in casual clothes, because he couldn't stand the German shelling. I climbed out with a gun and shot suicide. Thinking of this, I tentatively asked Yushchenko: "Captain, do you mean the recruit who shot himself?"

Seeing Yushchenko nodded affirmatively, I knew what happened. I sorted out my thoughts, then let go of the hand covering the microphone again, and said into the microphone: "Report to Comrade Military Commissioner. The situation is clear."

"What's the matter?" Gurov asked briefly.

I quickly encountered German shelling on the way from the Fourth Regiment to the First Regiment. We hid in an anti-cannon bunker and reported to him in detail about the timid recruit.

Gurov heard me say that the recruit was not shot by me for escaping. Instead, he committed suicide because he was frightened by the German shelling, psychologically collapsed and committed suicide. After a moment of silence, he asked me again in a cold tone: "Comrade Oshanina, can you guarantee that this soldier committed suicide and was not shot by you because he was a deserter?"

"Comrade Military Commissioner, I can promise." I said affirmatively: "The weapons used by Yushchenko are newly developed by the base camp. They are different from those used by our troops. You only need to send someone to check the dead. The wound, you can understand what is going on."

"Well, I understand." After Gurov waited for me to finish speaking, he returned to his usual friendly tone, "I will send someone to investigate this matter."

Just when Gurov was about to hang up, I suddenly remembered one more thing, and hurriedly called: "Comrade Military Commissioner, please wait a moment."

Gurov didn't know what I asked him to do, so he couldn't help asking curiously, "Is there anything else? Oshanina."

"That's it, Comrade Military Commissioner." I don't know whether I can handle the things I thought on a whim. If I ask Gurov to do it, I am a little hesitant.

"Just talk about anything," Gurov might have heard me talking to him in such an embarrassing way for the first time, so he said to me in an encouraging tone: "We are all old acquaintances, as long as we are within my abilities. I will help you take care of the matter."

"That's it. In another week, that is, the day we launched the offensive, it is Christmas." In order to prevent him from conflating Christmas in Europe and the United States with Christmas in the Soviet Union, I specially emphasized: Christmas."

"German can't have Christmas, what's up with you?" Gurov asked puzzledly.

Seeing that I had already said this, I stopped going around in circles, and said straightforwardly: "That's it, Comrade Military Commissioner, don't my division have a group of surrendered German soldiers. Since the festival is about to be celebrated, I always have to pay. They prepare a little gift so that they will have a sense of belonging to our independent teacher."

"A sense of belonging!" Gurov repeated my words and said with interest: "Your statement is quite new. What gift are you going to give them?"

"Originally, I wanted to ask you to transfer a batch of chocolates from the commander's private warehouse, but today's seized materials contain a lot of chocolates, so there is no need to trouble the commander to use his precious stock." I was short-lived. After thinking about it. Resolutely said to Gurov: "Just trouble the military comrades to prepare a batch of apples for them."

"Apples?! Apples in this season are not good." After hearing my request, Gurov said with some embarrassment: "Is there anything special about giving apples to Christmas?"

I remember seeing the European traditions of Christmas on the Internet, and there was a saying about giving apples, but I can’t remember whether it was Germany or the Czech Republic. But at the moment I can't control so much. Then he repeated the content in his memory to Gurov: "In German Christmas traditions, cutting an apple is a prediction of the coming year. They cut the apple, and if the core of the apple can be seen at the first time, then It indicates good luck in the coming year; if not, it means that the coming year is not going well."

"Since this is the case, then I will find a way to help you get a batch of apples." Gurov said carefully and carefully: "Just like you just said. Doing this will make your surrendered officers and soldiers treat your independent division better. There is a sense of belonging. Don't worry, I will send someone to deliver the apples you need as soon as possible."

After I put down the phone, Kirilov immediately came over and asked, "Comrade Oshanina, what's the matter? He was just a timid soldier. He shot himself after a nervous breakdown in the enemy’s shelling, how come in a blink of an eye. Has it become that you ordered Captain Yushchenko to execute the deserter?"

Seeing that Kirillov seemed to want to continue speaking, I quickly raised my hand to stop him, and at the same time said: "Okay, Comrade Political Commissar, this is the end of this matter, don't mention it." Although I did not let Kirillo The husband mentioned it again, but I was thinking to myself: Could it be that among the soldiers who stayed in the gun shelter that day? Is there anyone from the Ministry of Internal Affairs?

In order to distract Kirilov and Akhromeyev, I briefly introduced what Trikov had just said on the phone to them. Seeing the two people, I don’t know that the 25th is Christmas in Europe and America. I also gave them a brief introduction to science.

After I had finished speaking, Akhromeyev looked down at the map in front of him, studying which direction we should break through the German defensive position on Christmas Eve. Kirilov was curiously asking me about the custom of giving apples to Christmas.

At this moment, my mood stabilized, and I finally remembered that the customs I just mentioned should be Czech rather than German. So Kirilov introduced German Christmas customs: “In Germany, it’s said that Santa Claus would put nuts and apples in children’s shoes. He roamed around in a two-wheeled carriage. Observe people’s behavior, especially children. . If you perform well, you will get many prizes such as apples, nuts, sugar, and if you do not well, you will get a whip. Parents have adopted this legend to encourage children to be obedient, and give them apples to praise their children. "

After hearing this, Kirilov laughed. After he laughed, he said: "Comrade Oshanina, Grams, Beckman, and the German officers and soldiers performed really well in our division. They should Get such a reward." At this point, he seemed to remember the difference between the version I told him and the version I told Gurov, and kindly reminded me: "You just made a mistake about the customs you told the military commissar. Yes, can you make a call to correct it?"

Hearing his suggestion, I waved my hand again and again and said, "No, no," I knew in my heart that calling to trouble Gurov for such a trivial matter that was not worth mentioning was a bit too fussy, so I rejected it. His proposal: "The military commissars still have a lot of important things to do. We can't trouble them with such small things."

"Since this is the case, then forget it." Seeing that I had no objection, Kirilov didn't insist.

And Akhromeyev raised his head from the map at the moment, looked at me and said: "Comrade commander, I have an idea. When attacking on Christmas Eve, our division should concentrate its main forces in the current area. "Speaking, he pushed the map in front of me, pointed a red and blue pencil and introduced it to me: "Look, there is a group of buildings on the edge of the Dzerzhinsky District, and the German army. The position of the entrenched "Red October" factory is only about two hundred meters away. Once we break through the position of the German army, our troops can quickly rush into the factory area and join the remnants of the friendly army that are stuck in the factory. All German troops in the factory area were wiped out."

I stared at the map without speaking, silently considering the feasibility of Akhromeyev's plan. But Kirilov tilted his head and looked up for a while, then raised his head and asked: "Comrade Oshanina, what do you think of this plan of the Chief of Staff?"

I waited for Kirilov to finish, nodded, and said thoughtfully: "The Germans were busy celebrating Christmas at the time, so their defense must be lax. Maybe the commander will gather the soldiers to celebrate. Their shelling can cause serious damage to them. After the bombardment is over, they will surely suffer heavy casualties, and the survivors will not be able to form a battle in a short time, and at this time we will be overwhelmed by lightning. The momentum rushed forward and cleanly and thoroughly cleaned up the German troops from the position."

"Comrade Commander, I have a suggestion." Akhromeyev, who was standing next to him, suddenly looked serious and said to me solemnly: "Should I not say it?"

"Comrade Chief of Staff, please tell me what you think." I smiled and said to my Chief of Staff: "Although everyone is familiar with it, if your plan is unrealistic and impossible to implement, I don't hesitate. Negated it."

My words caused Kirilov's laughter, and Akhromeyev's tight face also put on a smile. After getting my consent, he boldly stated his thoughts: "Comrade commander, I don't think we can only fight military warfare, but also learn to fight political warfare."

"Political battle?!" Kirilov heard this fresh vocabulary and asked Akhromeyev curiously: "Chief of Staff, what do you mean, can you elaborate on it?"

"Comrade Political Commissar~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I will give a detailed explanation next." Akhromeev unreservedly said what he thought in his heart: "I remember that after our army was surrounded by the German army, the German army commanded In order to reduce the casualties of their own troops, officers usually send officers and soldiers who understand Russian to shout at our commanders with a high-pitched loudspeaker to persuade them to lay down their weapons and surrender...."

"I understand, Comrade Chief of Staff." Akhromeyev was interrupted by Kirilov when he was halfway. He excitedly said to me: "Comrade Oshanina, I understand the Chief of Staff. What he meant was that he wanted Grams and the others to use the tweeter to persuade the rebellious German troops on the ground to surrender to us during the counterattack on Christmas Eve. I think this is a good idea. What do you mean? "

In fact, when I left Grams and the others, I had this idea in my heart, but the conditions have been immature, so Grams and his subordinates will always be hidden by me. Now it is finally time to let them When it was used, I nodded very simply, and then told Akhromeyev: "Chief of Staff, call Captain Grams and the others, and ask them to come to the division headquarters immediately." (To be continued)

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