Burning Moscow

After confirming the news that Vasilyev was killed by a German sniper, my whole body seemed to be emptied of strength, weakly leaning against the traffic trench in a daze. I hope it’s not for Cuikov to inform me to come to the group army headquarters for a meeting, then I will go to the 171st Division to inspect with Vasilyev. When we were attacked by the Germans equipped with tanks and armored vehicles, we did not have the accompanying armored forces and the necessary anti-tank weapons. We only rely on infantry with light weapons to deal with the enemy tanks. Even if there are more people, we still cannot escape. The fate of the German massacre.

At this time, Cuikov and the others also received the news of Vasiliev's sacrifice, and one after another came out of the headquarters and walked towards us along the traffic trench. A long distance away, Cui Koff said loudly to me: "Hey, Oshanina, do you know? Your political comrade Vasilyev was killed by an enemy sniper and died heroically."

I nodded at him, and replied weakly, "Yes, Comrade Commander, my subordinates just reported this to me, and I am going to report to you."

"Comrade Vasilyev can't die in vain," Gurov said angrily as he walked to his side: "We must fight back immediately, so that the Germans know that we are not good to bully."

After listening to what Gurov said, I reluctantly smiled. Vasilyev's sacrifice made my heart very sad. I also want to avenge him, but how should I avenge him? I can't give priority to priority and order all commanders and fighters of the army to launch an assault on the German defense zone, right?

I leaned against the trench wall in despair, and listened blankly to the conversation between Rokosovsky and Trikov.

Trikov said: "General Rokosovsky, Comrade Vasilyev can't sacrifice so vainly. I think we should retaliate against the German army."

After Rokosovsky heard Trikov's words, he did not immediately reply to him. Instead, he glanced at Sergeant Songjik who was standing next to him, and then solemnly asked me: "Lida, if I am not mistaken. Did you send a squad of the special guard company and set off with Vasilyev's political commissar?"

I nodded, and then turned my eyes to Song Jike next to me. After the sergeant’s eyes met me, he immediately understood that I wanted him to answer this question. He took a step forward and replied respectfully: "Report to Comrade Commander of the Front Army. There are 12 of us, 10 of them are here. Sacrifice in battle."

"What about your weapons, Comrade Sergeant." Rokosovsky listened to Songjik's words, suddenly turned his face severely, and asked the sergeant wearing a one-shoulder bodysuit: "You are retreating. Time. Did you throw away all the weapons carried by the sacrificial soldiers to the Germans?"

"Comrade General, please forgive me!" Songjik suddenly became a little flustered when he heard Rokosovsky's question. He nervously defended himself: "The enemy's firepower was too fierce at the time, and I wanted to cover the comrades' breakthrough. Therefore, the weapons lost on the battlefield by the sacrificed soldiers in the class were not collected."

The conversation between Rokosovsky and Songjik shocked me into a cold sweat. To know. The special guards were equipped with AK47s that did not belong to this era. Once the German army obtained this weapon, it was sent back to the country. With their superior industrial capabilities and all military factories throughout Europe under their control. It can be copied on a large scale. In less than two months, this weapon can be deployed to the German army, and it will be a catastrophe for the Soviet army, which is lagging behind in light weapons.

I understand in my heart that ak47 must not fall into the German hands, otherwise the Kalashnikov rifle can help them change everything. Thinking of this, my fear disappeared without a trace. Before Rokosovsky spoke again, I said first: "Comrade commander of the front army. Please allow me to immediately rush to the place where Vasilyev's political commissar died to deal with the aftermath."

Rokosovsky did not immediately agree to my request, but asked with concern: "Do I need to send the air force to cooperate?" That's it. He glanced at Cui Koff, who was standing opposite, "Or let the artillery of the group army cover the German positions in that area?"

Air force support and artillery fire coverage sounded quite tempting, but after thinking about it for a while, I shook my head and resolutely refused: "Comrade Commander of the Front Army, thank you for your kindness. Just rely on the German tanks. There is no need for the air force to be dispatched, and our army’s tank brigades and artillery regiments can clean them all up."

"Well, since you are so confident, you can go." After listening to my statement, Rokosovsky nodded first, and then specifically told me: "You must pay attention to your safety."

"Yes!" After raising my hand to salute him, I walked quickly to Cui Kefu and asked respectfully: "Comrade Commander, can you allow me to use the communication room?"

"Absolutely." Cui Kefu understood that I wanted to use the communication room, and quickly turned his head and ordered the communication director, Colonel Youlin, behind: "Colonel, you take Oshanina to the communication room."

I followed Yulin to the communication room and immediately dialed my military command. When I heard the voice of Chief of Staff Vitkov from the opposite side, I immediately commanded: "Hey, Chief of Staff, this is Oshanina. I order you to immediately dispatch the sniper unit of Lieutenant Vasily of the 150th Division. Go to the place where the political commissar died, and let the 266th Cannon Regiment, newly assigned to our army, dispatch a battalion to rush over."

"Understood, I will pass on your order immediately." After saying this, Vitkov asked me cautiously: "Comrade commander, I don't know when you will return to the army headquarters."

"I want to rush to the place where the political commissar sacrificed to deal with the aftermath. I cannot return to the army headquarters for the time being." For his concern, I apologized: "So I can only trouble you to stay in the headquarters."

"Comrade commander, the political commissar has already sacrificed, can you not have any more accidents?"

"Don't worry, Chief of Staff," I said disapprovingly into the microphone, "I will take care of my safety. The bullet that the enemy can kill me hasn't been made yet."

Ten minutes later, I took Yushchenko and his guard platoon to the location where Vasilyev was attacked. Many of my commanders have gathered here, except for Colonel Bere from the tank brigade. There was also Colonel Gorokhov, the deputy commander of the 171st Division, who came for reinforcements after hearing the news. He also brought more than two hundred infantrymen.

Seeing my presence, both Bere and Gorokhov greeted me. Fearing that there were German snipers nearby, neither of them saluted me, but stood straight in front of me.

I remember Sergeant Songjik once told me. It was said that they were the first to seek help from the tank brigade after they escaped from danger, so the first to rush to the scene should be Colonel Bere and his tank detachment. I looked at Bie Lei and asked in a low voice, "Comrade Colonel, how is the situation?"

Colonel Bele heard my question. He shook his head and replied bitterly: "When our tank detachment arrived, the German army had retreated. After our inspection, the political commissar had been sacrificed honorably because he was hit in the head by an enemy sniper. He accompanied him. Guardsmen. 29 people were sacrificed, 11 people were injured, and the other 2 successfully escaped."

"Captain Yushchenko," I turned to Yushchenko after listening to Beley's report: "Take someone to check the weapons of the special soldiers. Are they all there?"

"Yes!" Yushchenko promised, and walked across the open land with Song Jike and a dozen soldiers across the corpses.

After Yushchenko and the others left, I asked Beley again: "Colonel. Where is the body of the political commissar?"

Bielei snarled in the direction of a pile of rubble in the distance, and said, "It's right there!" He hurriedly stopped me when he saw me raising my leg to walk towards it. "Comrade commander, I advise you to stay away."

I felt very strange about my dissuasion from Berley, so I stopped and asked, "Why, Comrade Colonel?"

Hearing my question, Colonel Biele began to hesitate. I haven't said why for a long time. Gorokhov next to him glanced at him and took a step forward. Said to me: "Comrade Commander, please allow me to report to you."

"Please tell me. Comrade Colonel." Although Gorokhov is my subordinate, he has hardly dealt with him before, so I spoke very kindly to him.

"Comrade Commander, Colonel Bere is also kind." Gorokhov glanced at Bere next to him again when he spoke, and then explained to me: "Because the political commissar was hit in the head by a German sniper, the bullet Drilled from the back of the head into the forehead, the whole face was smashed by bullets, and the brain and blood flowed all over the floor. In the split head, you could still see the white skull. I just sent the soldier to condense the body. Two of them couldn't help but vomit."

"I understand." Although I have long been accustomed to seeing life and death, when I heard Vasilyev's tragic situation, my heart still couldn't help but rustle, so I hurried down the hill and said: "In this case, I will bury the political commissar's body. I'll leave the matter to you. Colonel Beley," I turned my attention to Beley, "Is there any place nearby where I can observe the enemy's position?"

Biele nodded quickly, pointed at the building where two of our tanks were parked in the distance, and said, "Comrade commander, you can clearly see the enemy's position in that building."

"Let's go, take me to see." After I said this, I smiled to Gorokhov and said, "Colonel Gorokhov, you too."

Due to bombing and shelling some time ago, almost all the walls of this six-story house collapsed, leaving only a large frame. A few of us walked up the broken stairs, because the handrails had already been blown off. As the height increased, my heart tightened instinctively.

Starting from the first floor, each floor was piled up with bricks and rubble that had been blown down. According to Colonel Bere’s introduction, the German infantry had just concealed here and hit us by surprise. The sniper hid in this building and successfully killed the Vasilyev political commissar.

When I came to a wall on the ground floor that was not completely collapsed, I could see the dilapidated buildings in the distance and the German trenches in front of the building at a glance. Even without binoculars, I could clearly see the German soldiers walking back and forth in the trenches. .

At this moment, a propeller reconnaissance plane of our army appeared in the air. It flew very low, only about a hundred meters high, and a shout from the speaker on the plane came from the sky: "Please note, Stalingrad Attention German soldiers and officers besieged in the city..."

Unexpectedly, the low-flying plane was strafed by German machine guns. The pilot hurriedly pulled the plane up to avoid bullets flying from the ground. But it still seemed to be a step slower. I saw a burst of black smoke from the back half of the fuselage, and then the whole plane flew away swayingly.

"Damn it. Damn it!" Seeing our plane was hit by the Germans, Gorokhov next to him shouted in anger: "Damn the Germans, they even beat their planes to persuade them to land. It seems that they don't want to live. Up."

Seeing the furious Colonel Gorokhov, I still remained calm enough. When he stopped talking, I said lightly: "Comrade Colonel, since you also think the Germans deserve to die, then it is up to you to send them to **** yourself!"

"Send them to hell?" Gorokhov was confused by what I said. He looked at me, then at Don Lei. He asked with a blank face: "Comrade Commander, I don't understand what you mean, you have confused me?"

Colonel Bere, who has dealt with me many times, understood my off-picture voice, and quickly said to Gorokhov with a smile: "Colonel Gorokhov, don't you understand? Comrade commander is planning Destroy the German position in front. We intend to let your troops take on the main task."

"Is that the case, Comrade Commander?" Seeing me nodding and agreeing with Bere's statement, Gorokhov immediately said excitedly: "Well, I will lead the troops to take back the enemy's position."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and was about to leave. I hurriedly called him: "Colonel, don’t worry, wait for our artillery regiment to come. First cover the enemy’s position, and then have Colonel Beele’s tank detachment cover you. The infantry charge, striving to win the front position for me in the shortest possible time."

Gorokhov looked at the area occupied by the Germans in front of him, squashed his mouth, and said disapprovingly: "Comrade commander, there are only four or five houses and a few trenches in the front. More than a hundred people. I brought a battalion of troops over. With just one charge, I might be able to win the battlefield."

"Comrade Colonel," heard him so underestimate the enemy. I felt a slight dissatisfaction in my heart, and I reminded him with a stern face, "Please note that the life of every soldier is precious. As commanders, we have no right to take risks with their lives. So before attacking , To carry out a saturated artillery bombardment on the enemy’s position, so that they have no strength to fight back, and then launch a final charge, so as to achieve the greatest result at the least cost. Understand?"

"Understood!" Gorokhov replied with a blushing face after being reprimanded by me.

"Let's go, I'll go downstairs."

Coming downstairs, the troops of the 266th Artillery Regiment and Vasily's sniper unit have arrived. When the two saw me coming out of the building, they hurried forward to report to me: "Comrade Commander, Second Lieutenant Vasily led the sniper team to come here and wait for your order!"

"Major Kolomin, the artillery battalion commander of the 266th Artillery Regiment, has been ordered to come here and await your orders!"

I nodded at the two of them, and first said to Major Kolomin: "Major, deploy your artillery battalion on the spot, and bombard the German positions in front of you for no less than ten minutes, understand?"

"Understood!" Major Koloming replied loudly.

Then I patted Vasily on the shoulder~www.wuxiaspot.com~, pointing to the building I just came out of, and said to him: "Second Lieutenant, you take your sniper unit into the building. In our infantry. When launching an offensive, your mission is to sniper German commanders, machine gun shooters, mortarers and other important targets. Is the mission clear?"

"It's clear!" After Vasily replied, he turned and waved to the dozen or so snipers who were waiting not far away, shouting, "Follow me!" Then he rushed into the building first.

Seeing Yushchenko approaching me, I asked in a low voice, "Captain, what's the situation? Are all the weapons?"

Yushchenko nodded and whispered to me: "There are 12 assault rifles in total, two of which were on the two surviving soldiers, one was destroyed by German shells during the battle, and the remaining nine rifles. , We have all recycled."

Hearing that the ak47 lost on the battlefield did not fall into the German hands, I could not help but secretly relieved, and then said to Yushchenko with approval, "Captain, good job, I will finish this battle. I will do it for you personally." (To be continued)

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