Burning Moscow

Although the troops I can directly command at the moment are the 22nd Division of Pantai Leyev’s Guards, using a division to deal with a ski camp of the German army under the circumstances of mental arithmetic and unintentional, it is a bit of a sledgehammer. a feeling of. +, if so, I don't dare to be the slightest carelessness, I'm afraid that there will be any mistakes in the battle.

Therefore, when formulating the battle plan, I did not give Pantaiyev a chance to speak at all, so I said to myself: "Comrade commander, this ambush task will be carried out by the regiment of Lieutenant Colonel Sederikov. In order to wipe out the enemy, you must send both Perskin’s tank battalion and Morozov’s artillery battalion to fight to ensure that the battle is resolved in the shortest possible time."

"Please rest assured, the commander," Bantai Leyev stood up and assured me loudly: "Our division promises to complete the task you entrusted to us, and we will never let a German Kou slip through the net."

I raised my hand and pressed down, motioned him to sit down, and then said: "Since the formation of the 22nd Guards Division, it has been engaged in defensive warfare in a very narrow area for several months. At present, your division The commanders of the army are accustomed to operating in small places and are proud of repelling the enemy’s offensive or seizing the enemy’s occupied buildings in street fighting. The next problem facing our troops is the future battle, which will be in the field. We are fighting in a position. Our fighting area is no longer a small area of ​​several hundred meters, but an area of ​​tens of kilometers wide. In addition to commanding battalions and regiments through fields, mountains and valleys, you will even forcibly cross rivers and rivers. It is very easy to suffer a big loss if you use the street fighting method to direct the battle."

"Comrade Commander is right." As soon as I finished speaking, Kirilov echoed: "The fighting habit that our division has cultivated in the past few months. It can't be adjusted in a day or two. So you You must tell the following regiments about this matter. Let them assist you in completing tactical adjustments.” Although Kirilov has been working in the army, he is still habitual when it comes to the 22nd Guards Division. Say "our teacher".

"Please rest assured, the commander and political commissar." After we finished speaking, Bantai Leyev stood up and said to us: "When I return to the division, I will immediately gather the heads of the regiments and discuss with them how to proceed. Tactical adjustments."

"Also, General Bantai Leyev." Vitkov said politely to him: "You also need to transfer experienced commanders from the division and send them to the 171st and 308th divisions. Instruct them how to Build qualified fortifications."

Since thinking of such a cold day, the Germans would not risk attacking, so I slept firmly until dawn in the room that Vitkov prepared for me.

At about ten o'clock in the morning, the third echelon consisting of Gurtyev's Division and Artillery Corps passed through the city. Standing at the window, Witkov looked at the convoy passing on the street, and asked me worriedly: "Comrade Commander, have we stayed here all the time, waiting for the Germans to come to the net?"

"Of course I have to stay, my chief of staff." I replied affirmatively: "Although there are not many enemies in the farm, let them stay behind us. It is always a threat to our transportation line, so we have to Find a way to solve them."

"But if the troops can't reach the station today. I am worried about the commander of the group army..." Although Vitkov only said half of his words, I have heard the worries in his words. He is worried about our entire army. Failure to enter the station designated by the superior on time will be blamed by the superior.

"Comrade Oshanina," Kirilov heard Vitkov's words, and he came to me and said to me in a negotiating tone: "The enemy has only one battalion, and we use a division to deal with them. Isn’t it a bit of a fuss? I think it’s like this, the regiment of Lieutenant Colonel Sederikov and the army straight troops stayed behind, and the main force of the 22nd Guards Division led by Pantai Leyev continued to move towards the station. No Know what you mean?"

The 22nd Guards Division and the Army Direct Force had nearly 10,000 people. If they were stationed in this small city, the goal would be too big. Anyway, there is only one battalion of the German army we have to deal with. It should be a battalion of dissatisfaction. The Sederikov regiment is more than enough to deal with them. What's more, there are reconnaissance battalions and guard battalions directly under the army, let alone destroying the enemy. Therefore, I only thought for a moment, and I readily agreed to Kirilov’s proposal, and asked Vitkov to call Bantai Lev and let him lead the main force immediately.

Time passed by one minute and one second. By three o'clock in the afternoon, the third echelon composed of the 308th division and the artillery regiment had all passed through the city. The main force of the division led by Pantai Leyev was also moving towards the destination. Only one regiment of Sederikov and our army straight were left.

Seeing that there was still no movement, Vitkov was a little uncomfortable, and he walked back and forth in the room with his hands on his back. Seeing him as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, Kirilov couldn't help but be happy, and shouted at his back: "Hey, I said, Comrade Chief of Staff, what are you doing walking back and forth in the house? "

Vitkov stopped and said to Kirilov anxiously: "Comrade Political Commissar, it's already afternoon, but the uncle Matvi hasn't moved at all. Do you think he lied to us?"

Kirilov shook his head and analyzed for him: "Comrade Chief of Staff, you think too much. According to my judgment, what Uncle Matvey said should be true. If he really has any intentions, he will not. Venture to the city to meet us. Wait a minute, there may be good news right away."

Just now, the phone on the table rang miraculously. I grabbed the phone casually, put it in my ear and asked: "I am Oshanina, where are you?"

"Report to Comrade Commander." Sergeikov's excited voice came from the earpiece: "Someone is here!"

"Someone from the farm?!" The moment I heard the news, I was relieved and said that the old hunter was really not a lie, and he really came back to deliver the letter to us. "Is that the old hunter Uncle Matvi?"

"Uncle?! Not uncle." Sergeikov continued excitedly: "Comrade Commander, my subordinate and Captain Trafkin found a little boy in the forest. When the child was sent to my command post by the captain. , Was exhausted, and was freezing to death. As soon as he woke up, he immediately reported to us that the Germans had set off."

"What's the child's name?" Although I think this boy's top ten is Matvi's grandson Vaxia. But for the sake of safety. He also deliberately asked: "Have you ever asked him what is the relationship with Uncle Mattwei?"

"I have asked, Comrade Sergeant Commander." Sederikov replied respectfully: "He said his name is Faxia, the grandson of the old hunter Uncle Matvi."

"Comrade Lieutenant Colonel, if this is the case, then you immediately arrange for manpower to lay out the ambush ring." After that, I added specifically: "Also, send someone to send the child to me."

After about seven or eight minutes, the boy named Faxia was led by Trafkin. Came to our headquarters. When he saw so many high-level commanders standing in front of him, Faxia seemed particularly nervous. He stood in front of us silently, rubbing the shaggy and shabby sheepskin hat that had just been taken off his head, with a vigilant look. Looking at us.

I walked over, grabbed his cold little hand, led him to the table and sat down. Before I could speak, the clever Vitkov poured a cup of hot tea first, placed it in front of Vaxia, and said kindly: "Child. Come and warm up with a cup of hot tea."

After Faxia had a few sips of hot tea. I asked him in a gentle tone: "My child, did your grandfather let you come?"

The boy nodded vigorously and replied, "My grandfather asked me to take the path to report to you, and he will take the Germans around in the forest."

"Son, if your grandfather takes the Germans in circles in the forest, how long will it take to reach the ambush spot that your grandfather designated for us?" Seeing the boy nodded again, Vitkov raised his head. I closed my wrist, moved the watch to the child, and asked: "I hope you can give me an accurate time."

Unexpectedly, Fa Xia shook her head and said: "I don't know the watch. But I can tell you. The road my grandpa took them on is at least about five kilometers farther than the road I walked on."

Hearing what Vaxia said, Vitkov immediately calculated to himself the time it would take for the German army to pass the five kilometers. After doing it for a long time, he confidently said to me: "Comrade Commander, if I have not made a calculation error, the Germans will have to wait at least two hours before they can enter our ambush circle."

"Comrade Chief of Staff, there is only a mere five kilometers." Kirilov was obviously not satisfied with the result of Vitkov's calculation. He retorted: "With the German marching speed, it can be reached in an hour at most."

"Comrade Political Commissar, if the Germans are marching on flat ground, then in one: "But they are marching in the snow-knee forest with fully armed forces. Not only do they have to cross snowdrifts, ravines and frozen streams, but they must also force their way through. It’s not easy to move forward through the bushes and reach our encirclement within two hours, so we now have plenty of time to prepare. "

I waited for Vitkov to finish, and smiled and asked Kirilov: "Comrade political comrade, would you like to see how the Sederikov regiment fought this battle?"

What I said was immediately due to Kirilov’s interest, and he did not hesitate to agree: "Okay, Comrade Oshanina. Even if you don’t say anything, I want to see it. I used to watch Germany every time. People attack, we defend; today, I also want to see how our heroic fighters attack."

Seeing that we were going to watch the battle, Vitkov became a little anxious. He got up and stopped in front of us and persuaded, "Commander, political commissar, you can't take risks. Bullets don't have eyes on the battlefield, in case you get out. Something unexpected, then our army's command system will be in chaos."

"Don't worry, my chief of staff." I'm not someone who doesn't know the severity. Like today's ambush, the Germans who have marched for a long distance are probably exhausted and lost their combat effectiveness. In the sudden blow of our army Down, most of the soldiers were wiped out without even pulling the bolt. It was because of the fact that the battle would turn into a one-sided slaughter, so I was confident that Kirilov went to see the excitement. Seeing that Vitkov wanted to stop us, I raised my hand and patted him on the shoulder and smiled. He comforted him and said, "The political committee and I are in a very safe place to watch this battle. We will be back as soon as the battle is over. As for you, you will stay in the headquarters temporarily and replace me in command of the others. force."

Kirilov and I took the guard platoon to the location of the Sederikov temporary command post. We found the lieutenant colonel in a bust-high building without a roof. See us appear. He was taken aback. After raising his hand to salute. Asked in surprise: "Commander, political commissar, why are you here?"

I raised my hand in return, and walked to the snow wall, raised my binoculars and looked into the distance, wanting to see how concealed the commanders and fighters were. But in my telescope, there is a vast expanse of whiteness everywhere, no one can be seen in the distance, and only an outline can be seen in the deep groove covered by snow. Next to it is an open and unobstructed area. If the German army is really concentrated here, it will be beneficial for our machine gunners and artillery to exert their firepower.

"Comrade Lieutenant Colonel," Kirilov's voice sounded beside him, and he asked Sederikov kindly: "Where are our soldiers hidden, why can't I see any of them?"

"Comrade Political Commissar, our officers and men have all been disguised. You can't see them here." After a brief report, Sederikov came to my side with Kirilov, pointing to the front and said: "Look at the east side of the deep trench. Nikolai’s first battalion is in ambush, and Sherebrian’s inner battalion is in ambush on the west. The third battalion serves as the reserve team of the whole regiment. In addition, Perstein’s tank battalion and Morozov All the artillery battalions are concealed on the north side of the hill. Once the Germans are in range, they will cover the area with firepower."

I turned my head and glanced at Vaxia, the little boy who followed us here, and then told Sederikov: "Comrade Lieutenant Colonel, tanks and artillery cannot fire casually without my order later. Understand?"

For this sudden order of mine, Sederikov was clearly prepared. After glancing at Vaxia, who was standing next to him, he reiterated my order decisively: "Understood, without yours. Order, tanks and artillery can not fire at will."

We waited anxiously for more than one message: "Comrade Commander, here comes the Germans!"

In fact, even if he didn't say anything, I still saw people shaking in the forest. Although the absolute majority of Germans wore white camouflage cloaks, they were still particularly conspicuous in the white snow-covered forest. Perhaps the long-distance march in the forest exhausted their energy, and most of the soldiers hobbled forward with heavy steps. Because of fatigue, they sometimes bump into trees or trip over bushes full of snow. They fall and get up again, and the marching queue becomes chaotic.

When they appeared on the open ground in front of the deep ditch, they didn't know that the soldier was too tired to bear it, and took the lead to sit on the ground. With the leader, imitators immediately appeared nearby, and more and more soldiers who walked out of the forest were sitting in the snow. Some people were sitting on the ground and gasping for breath, while some soldiers took out a cigarette and lighted it on their mouths, then snorted violently. Some non-commissioned officers stood on the edge of the forest, shouted at the soldiers who had fallen behind, and gathered in the open area.

Seeing that the German army had entered our ambush circle as expected, I put down my binoculars, turned my head and nodded to Sederikov. Sergeikov, who knew everything, immediately turned around and walked to a telephone. After picking up the phone, he declared decisively: "Fire!"

Following his order, the sharp sound of machine gun shooting suddenly sounded over the shouts of the German non-commissioned officers. Strings of bullets were fired from several directions towards the place where the German army was assembled, setting off a stream of snow pillars on the ground. Before many soldiers had time to figure out what was going on, they all collapsed on the snow in horror. The blood from the corpses quickly covered the snow under them.

When the Germans woke up and were about to flee into the forest, the weapons in the hands of the commanders who emerged from the deep ditch also opened fire violently. The soldiers screamed in terror, threw away everything they thought was a burden, and ran into the forest.

Seeing the fierce battle ahead, I carefully searched for the old hunter Matvi. After searching for a long time, I found that he was standing on a small mound next to the forest. The hat on his head had already disappeared. The wind disturbed his long black hair~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He was like a eagle. Shuban stood motionless, gloating at the German soldiers fleeing everywhere.

Seeing the old man standing still on the hill, I stomped my feet in a hurry, and asked why he didn't find a safe place to hide, what if he was hit by a stray bullet?

At this moment, a German officer wearing a big brimmed hat emerged from somewhere, and rushed in front of the old man with a pistol. He pointed the gun at the old man as if he was saying something, but it was too far away and I didn't understand. . Just as I was thinking about whether to send a sniper to kill the officer, the old man suddenly fell on his back.

"Oh!" I couldn't help but cried out in surprise.

When the officer who had knocked down the old man turned around and was about to run, a string of bullets flying from behind hit him. He leaned back and stretched his hands high into the air, as if he wanted to catch something, but couldn't catch it. After maintaining this position for more than ten seconds, his body tilted to the side and plunged directly into the snow.

"Grandpa! Grandpa!!" A heart-piercing cry suddenly sounded beside me, and then the short Faxia climbed over the snow wall, stepping on the thick snow and rushing to the place where the old man had fallen. (To be continued...) u

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