Burning Moscow

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Enrique's tears couldn't help streaming down in the end. After all, he personally killed his comrades who were getting along with each other day and night. Even if it was to relieve the pain of his dying robe, it was psychologically unbearable. ≧, while wiping his tears, he continued and said: "I killed the wounded soldier, I don't know who reported it to the superior. Early the next morning, I was called to the camp.

In the battalion command post, besides the battalion commander, the company commander was also there. Seeing me appearing, the company commander and the battalion commander looked at each other, slapped the table and yelled at me: "Enrique Enrique, how dare you openly defy the superior's order and help the wounded to commit suicide without authorization? Believe it or not, I will immediately Shoot you? ’

The battalion commander stopped the angry company commander and slowly said to me: ‘Forget it, Enrique Enrique, if it’s not the soldier who urgently needs to defend the position now, otherwise I will put you in confinement even if I don’t shoot you. However, you are not suitable to continue to serve as platoon leader. I formally announce to you that you will be revoked from your second lieutenant position. ’

I left the camp and returned to the platoon. I saw the soldiers in the platoon hiding in the trenches in the ruins. Several people huddled together, using each other's body temperature to keep warm. And the body of the wounded soldier was covered with a layer of rubble by somebody, so it was simply buried. Compared with us, he was lucky, at least he didn't have to die in hunger and cold, and no one would destroy his body after his death. I have heard more than once that in other companies, the bodies of some soldiers who have just died will be dismembered by a group of living soldiers like butchers, dragging out his liver and lungs and eating them.

There was no officer to stop the beasts of the soldiers. Because many people who continue to survive in this miserable and desperate environment have lost their minds. Insane. And those who are sober. In order not to freeze to death or starve to death. They can only strip off the uniforms of their dead companions and eat their bodies. ..."

When I heard Enrique say about eating corpses, I couldn’t help feeling nauseous. In order to divert my attention, I interjected and asked: “Enrique Enrique, please wait a moment. I just heard you say that in order not to Frozen to death. I’m going to pick up the military uniforms on my companion’s body. What is going on, don’t you have enough winter clothes?"

When I asked this, I was thinking to myself: During the Battle of Moscow, because the German army did not have enough winter clothes, thousands of officers and soldiers were frozen to death when the cold came. If Hitler did not know how to prevent similar tragedies in the Battle of Stalingrad a year later, he would really be a fool.

Enrique shook his head and replied: "Comrade General, the situation is not what you imagined. Soon after the Soviet counteroffensive began, our army originally planned to break through the Karachi area that has not yet been lost. Our commander issued an order. Let us be prepared to burn all the materials that cannot be taken. Never leave anything to the enemy. The commander also said that if you only wear military uniforms, you can run faster, so you have a greater chance of getting out of danger. So we took our coats, lined up a long line, and threw them into the fire one by one and burned them."

Hearing this, the curious Vitkov couldn't help but interject: "Second Lieutenant, I want to ask, since you moved to Karachi long before the encirclement formed, why were you still surrounded in the end?" In order not to hurt Enrique's face, he speaks more tactfully, deliberately speaking of running away as a transfer.

Enrique smiled bitterly and said in a mocking tone: "But when our troops drove to the vicinity of Karachi, they received a notice from Commander Paulus, saying that any breakout operations were made without the permission of Berlin to break the siege. They are not allowed. If they do not stop immediately, the chief officer of the army will be punished.

After receiving this unexpected order, the breakout operation was cancelled, and we had to return to our original station. Many soldiers complained privately that if Paulus allowed us to break through, he might be sent to a military court or even sentenced to death. But a German army general was sentenced to death, better than thousands of soldiers starved to death. "

"Second lieutenant, you are wrong." Hearing this, Vitkov said to Enrique righteously: "You don't know these fascist generals. For them, the soldiers on the battlefield are just numbers. Not lives. They will never sacrifice their lives willingly for a bunch of boring numbers. And Mainstein, who came to rescue Paulus, was also beaten back by us. I think no one will come to rescue again. Encircled by the troops in Stalingrad."

After Enrique waited for Vitkov to finish speaking, he nodded vigorously and said in agreement: "Colonel, you are right. We didn't expect them to abandon us. It is incredible to see an entire army wiped out. Such a thing is totally incredible. I can’t believe that they would sacrifice 300,000 German soldiers. We can’t understand such a move.”

"Second lieutenant, how did you...er, join us?" I wanted to ask how he was captured, but I felt wrong when I was halfway through it, worrying that it would hurt his self-esteem. Changed a more euphemistic word.

When I heard me asking how he came to our side for the second time, Enrique started to tell his own story again: "I stood in front of the body of my comrade-in-arms. My arm shook vigorously for a few times before I woke up in thought. Turning my head to see, it turned out that it was my subordinate Corporal Kuhn. He saw me looking back, handing me a folded piece of paper, and said in his mouth at the same time : "It's a letter he wrote to the family." He said, screaming at the corpse covered in rubble.

I opened the letter paper and saw it read: "...My dear, I cannot describe to you the pain we are facing, and this pain will only get worse and worse. Many people die here, and they But his family will never know their final outcome. If you have no news, then consider me one of them. Perhaps when you received the letter, I was injured and became a prisoner, or I was frozen to death or starved to death. Sorry, dear, this letter seems to be turned into an absolute letter by us. I don’t know how long we can live...’

I put the letter in my pocket, and Kuhn, who was next to me, saw that I had finished reading the letter, and looked left and right. Approaching me in a low voice, ‘Second Lieutenant. Do you know? I heard of soldiers from other troops. Without a weapon, sneak into the enemy's position quietly, and you can get food to satisfy your hunger. ’

After listening to him, I frowned and asked: ‘Will they be shot if they are found by their chief? ’

Kuhn shook his head and replied: ‘Second Lieutenant, although they climbed to the enemy’s position and asked for food, they finally returned to their position. If the Russians attacked at this time, they would still shoot as before. As for the shooting, this is impossible, because when they went to the enemy, they all got the tacit approval of their own officers. When they came back, they did not forget to bring some food to the officers. ’

At this moment, the big horn on the opposite side of our position rang again, and a man with an obviously German accent was saying loudly: "German soldiers besieged in Stalingrad, are you still waiting for Manstein? Come to rescue you? Tell you the truth. Under the constant blow of the Red Army, his troops are retreating steadily. Now it has been driven away by the Red Army to your area of ​​two hundred kilometers. ... With the fall of Gumenrak Airport, your contact with the outside world has been completely cut off. Merely relying on the food and ammunition dropped by the limited transport planes of the Goering Air Force cannot meet the needs of your 300,000 people. Therefore, German soldiers and officers, your daily ration will soon be reduced to 100 grams of bread and 10 grams of sausage. ...’

When he heard this, Kuhn sipped on the ground fiercely and scolded angrily: "Damn, we can only get 100 grams of bread in about two days now. As for sausages, except for the officials, we even have shadows. I can't see it. ’

When I heard Kuhn's complaint, a bold idea suddenly came to my mind. I made up my mind, I patted him on the shoulder and asked: ‘Corporal, would you like to take the risk with me? ’

Kuhn heard me ask, obviously guessed what I would say next, and quickly straightened his waist, and replied: ‘Second Lieutenant, I resolutely obey your orders. ’

Seeing that he had no objection, I announced to him: ‘Corporal, put down your weapons and come with me to find something to eat. ’

As soon as my words fell, Corporal Kuhn took off the submachine gun he was slung on his shoulder and threw it in the trench without saying a word. Then he took off his armed belt, and then stopped his body and reported to me, "Second Lieutenant, I am ready. Ready to go. ’

I also took off the armed belt from my body, threw the weapon into the trench with the weapon, shook my head at Kuhn, and said, ‘Corporal, let’s go. ’

We didn't go far out of the trenches, when we suddenly heard someone shouting from behind: ‘Hey, Lieutenant Enrique, Corporal Kuhn, where are you going? ’

When I looked back, it turned out that it was two soldiers from my platoon, leaning half of their bodies out of the trenches and looking at us. Before I could speak, Kuhn raised his hand and pointed to where we were going. Although he didn't speak, the two soldiers immediately understood, and one after another, they took off their armed belts, threw their weapons aside, and ran out of the trenches with their hands and feet, and ran towards us.

In this way, the four of us stepped on the thick snow and walked towards the snow-covered ruins with the sound of horns in the distance. Because of hunger and fatigue, we walked very slowly. I don’t know how far we have gone. Suddenly there was a majestic low roar around us: ‘Stop, raise your hands. ’

I looked in the direction from which the sound came, and found that at some point, five or six Soviet soldiers in white camouflage uniforms emerged from the snow. They surrounded us with their weapons pointing at them. we. Seeing this, my subordinates and I raised our hands obediently.

Perhaps seeing that I am an officer, an officer wearing a big brimmed hat came to me and searched me from head to toe, then stood up straight and took a step back, reaching his waist. Seeing his behavior, I couldn't help but feel cold. My heart said that we have all put down our weapons and come here. Should we all be beaten to death? But then I thought about it, even if we couldn't come, we would die sooner or later. Instead of waiting until then that we don't even have the strength to commit suicide, it's better to let him kill and save trouble.

Just as I closed my eyes and waited to die, something hit my chest, and then landed at my feet with a snap. I opened my eyes and saw that there was a paper bag on the snow. I looked up at the commander wearing a big brimmed hat, and saw him wave his hand from the other soldiers, who packed up their weapons and turned and left. I stooped to pick up the paper bag on the ground and opened it. It turned out to be a piece of brown bread. After giving the bread to Kuhn and the three of them, I tried my best to stuff the bread into my mouth.

After eating the bread, my strength recovered a little bit. At this time, Kuhn, who was still eating the bread, asked me bluntly: ‘Mr. Lieutenant, what should I do next, should I go back to our position? ’

After I listened, I smiled bitterly and said to Kuhn: ‘Corporal Kuhn, I don’t want to go back anymore. I’m going to surrender to the Russians. ’

Listening to me, a soldier reminded me nervously: ‘Mr. Lieutenant, you have to think clearly. I heard from others that after the Russians caught our officers, they shot them directly. You can't take risks. ’

Regarding the advice the soldiers gave me, I shook my head and said stubbornly: ‘Did you not listen to it on the radio? As long as they lay down their weapons and surrender, they will ensure the safety of everyone's lives. Even if it was really going to be shot, I accepted my fate, anyway, I just go back to the battlefield, and I won't be able to live for a few more days. To die sooner or later is death, it is better to take a gamble. ’

After listening to what I said, Kuhn made up his mind to stay with me, while the other two soldiers shook their heads and returned to our original position. After they were far away, I took Kuhn into the Soviet position. Under their leadership, I found Comrade Ulbricht and his comrades in the anti-fascist alliance. "

After listening to Enrique's story, we chatted for a while, and when it was late, I arranged for Ulbricht and the others to take a rest.

After Ulbricht and the others left, Witkov said with some dissatisfaction: "Comrade Commander, did you hear the story told by Enrique Enrique? I think he is a speculator. If he is not desperate, he He won't surrender to us at all, so I don't think he can be allowed to stay in the anti-fascist alliance, and he should be sent to a prisoner-of-war camp immediately."

I just smiled at the complaint Wittkov made, and then said: "Comrade Chief of Staff, don’t you find out that in the chat with Enrique Enrique, we got a lot of useful information, which is useful to us. The next battle is very beneficial."

"Useful information?" Hearing me say this, Witkov couldn't help muttering to himself: "But I didn't hear any useful information for us?"

I called Colonel Vachuk, the commander of the 284th Division, and asked him to rush to the headquarters immediately. After putting down the phone, I said to Vitkov: "The German officers and soldiers in the city are currently suffering from starvation and cold due to insufficient supplies. If we launch a military offensive and increase the intensity of political persuasion to surrender, we will gain Unexpected effect."

Although I say this ~www.wuxiaspot.com~, Vitkov still has a bit of a grudge: "Enrique Enrique had four people when they came to our army position. After eating, two soldiers returned to them. It’s possible that in the next battle, the Germans who ate our food this time will still shoot at our commanders."

"Chief of Staff, you are right." After I affirmed his statement, I expressed my opinion: "But even if our political offensive only disintegrates a small number of soldiers, the enemy's strength has also been weakened. In this way, we can reduce the casualties of some commanders and fighters in the battle."

While talking, there was a voice from the door of Vachuk calling for a report. I hurriedly agreed to the door: "Come in!"

Unexpectedly, after a minute or two, I didn’t see Vachuk at the door. I thought he didn’t hear my voice, so he raised his voice and shouted: "Is Colonel Vachuk outside? Come in, we are waiting. How about you." (To be continued.)

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