Burning Moscow

On the battlefield of fierce fighting in the distance, the sound of "Ula" sounded, and the sound became louder and louder. The soldiers hidden in the deep ditch all rushed out from the hiding place. In order to prevent accidental injury, our machine guns stopped firing. The attacking officers and men ran in the wilderness, shooting while they were running, chasing after the enemies who had survived the machine gun fire. After they rushed up, they dropped the living enemies to the ground and disarmed them. Some people were left to guard the prisoners, and the rest rushed to the snow-filled forest along the footprints left by the enemy on the snow. The grandson of the old hunter, Faxia, was holding a picked up submachine gun in his hand, and he chased the fleeing enemy with the soldiers. It seemed that he wanted to kill a few German devils himself to avenge his sacrificed grandfather.

The battle was over after less than half an hour. The few German soldiers who fled into the forest were either killed or captured alive. Seeing that the victory was set, Kirilov and Sergeikov and I led a group of soldiers through the open ground full of German corpses and came to the hill where the old man Matvi died.

The old man’s body was lying on the hillside with a military uniform covering his face. Major Serebriani and several soldiers were digging the hole with engineers. The little grandson Faxia knelt beside the old man and wept bitterly. I squatted down, trying to lift the military uniform that covered the old man's face, and pay tribute to his last appearance. Just stretched out his hand, before I could touch the uniform, Major Sherebryanne, who was standing next to me, stretched out his hand to stop me, and said embarrassingly: "Comrade Commander, you shouldn't look at it. The **** German is at him. The shot was shot in the face, and the whole face was smashed..."

Although Serebriani didn't say anything, I knew in my heart that he was afraid that his **** face would frighten me. I retracted my hand and looked at Faxia, who was crying across from me. Softly asked: "Faxia, how old are you this year?"

Hearing my voice, Faxia stopped crying, and while wiping the tears from his cheeks, he replied in a crying voice: "Comrade General. I am 13 years old this year."

"13 years old!" After repeating his age, I asked with concern: "Fa Xia, your grandfather is dead. Do you have any plans to go to school in the future? If you want, I can send someone to send you there. Go back. In order to arrange a suitable school; if you don’t want to, I will send you to a relative’s house."

Faxia stood up, straightened her back and said, "Please allow me to report, Comrade General. I will not go to school or my relatives. I will fight. I will avenge my dead grandfather."

"Fa Xia, let's go to study first." I was really worried about such a small kid keeping him in the army, so I tried to persuade him and tried to change his decision: "When you finish your studies, you will become an officer. , Go to war again!"

Faxia's head was placed like a rattle, "No. Resolutely not. If I go to school, the war will be over when I finish reading." After he glanced around, he pleaded with me: " Don’t wait for me to go to the battlefield. You will wipe out all the fascist bandits. Comrade General, please keep me!"

I couldn't help thinking of Cidolin, Cui Kefu's messenger, who had stayed in the army to inherit his father's will. Faxia in front of him also strongly urged to join my army because of his heroic sacrifice. For his enthusiasm, I can't bear to pour cold water. After being silent for a while, I threw the problem to Kirilov: "Comrade political comrade. What do you say about this matter?"

Kirilov walked to Vaxia and took him by the shoulders. He asked amiably: "Child, where are you going to go, are you going to the company or staying in the headquarters to serve as a messenger for us?"

"Comrade Commander," Vaxia looked up at Kirilov next to him, and replied loudly, "I want to go to the company and take up arms and fight face-to-face with the fascist bandits. After all the fascists are eliminated, I will do it again. Let’s go to school, I’m still young and not over my age, Comrade Commander."

Kirilov smiled cheerfully, called Serebriani to the front, pointed to the child and said: "Comrade Major, I will hand this child to you. You have to assure me that as long as you Serie There is still one person alive in Boliang's inner camp. He must be guaranteed his safety. Can it be done?"

"It can be done." After Xie Liebrian replied loudly, he turned to look at me and asked: "Comrade Commander, can we bury the old man first?"

I saw that the soldier digging the pit had stopped working and was taking off his helmet to wipe his sweat. There was a rectangular shallow pit beside them. In such cold weather, it is really not easy to dig out the hard frozen soil.

Kirilov suggested that the funeral should be carried out in a military mode, and I have no objection. I handed over the decision to him and let him arrange everything. The old man's body was slowly put into the dirt pit, his face still covered with the military uniform, he was buried with him, and the old shotgun that had followed him for so many years. When the first sprinkle of soil was sprinkled in the pit of Yufaxia Chao, Kirilov also specially assigned a guard squad to let them fire three shots in the sky.

After the funeral was over, I called Sergeikov to my side and asked: "Comrade Lieutenant Colonel, have the results of today's battle been counted? How many enemies have been eliminated, how many guns have been seized, and how are our casualties?"

Sergeikov smiled and replied: "Report the commander, we killed 217 German soldiers, captured 49 people, and seized more than 200 rifles and submachine guns. In addition, we also captured the enemy's machine guns and supporting ammunition on the sledge. The seven people in my department suffered minor injuries. They were all in the charge. They injured their feet or stomped their heads. The injuries did not matter. After simple treatment by the health staff, they were almost back to normal."

"What? Lieutenant Colonel Sergeikov, what did you just say?" Regarding Sergeikov's report, Kirilov asked in disbelief: "We wiped out and captured nearly three hundred enemies, and our army No one was killed. This is incredible. Are you sure you made a mistake?"

"Comrade Political Commissar," Sergeikov explained to Kirilov with a smile, "please rest assured, I can't make a mistake. Although the enemy is a battalion, the combat effectiveness will not be too bad. But they are marching. The rifles and submachine guns were all secured at the time, not to mention the machine guns on the sled. So when we were suddenly hit, they didn’t have the power to fight back.” Then he went to the temporary command post. The hill pointed and added in a gleeful tone. "The commanders of Perskin’s tank battalion and Morozov’s artillery battalion, who had been freezing in the snow for several hours, wanted to teach the Germans severely. The whole battle was over before they could fire."

I stood on the hill with Kirilov and Sederikov, watching the soldiers **** the prisoners and carry the captured guns and ammunition. As for the corpses of the German army. In such cold weather, our soldiers could not have the strength to dig pits for them, so they all threw them into the pits they had just hidden.

As the three of us walked back, I whispered to Sederikov who was walking beside me: "Comrade Lieutenant Colonel, although I assign Vaxia to the Serebrian camp, don’t let him execute it. What a dangerous task. We must ensure his safety."

"No problem." Sergeikov replied very simply. After a moment of silence, he took the initiative to ask me: "Comrade Commander, I have an idea. Since Faxia is a hunter’s child, he must be no stranger to firearms. Maybe the marksmanship is not bad. I want him to go to Vasily. Ensign's sniper unit, be a sniper. I wonder what you mean?"

Sniper? When I heard the name of this unit, I couldn't help but shine. This is a good profession. I immediately thought that at the beginning of "Armoring in the City", there were scenes of Vasily's grandfather training him to fight wolves, and Faxia had lived with his grandfather for so many years, and he might have also practiced good marksmanship. I thought of this. I nodded repeatedly, and said to Sejerikov, "Well, you'll let Lieutenant Vasily take the man away later. Maybe it's like what you said. This kid is a good sniper seed. "

As soon as I returned to the army headquarters, Vitkov ran over in a hurry, lowered his voice and leaned close to my ear, and said hurriedly: "Comrade Commander, you can come back and Khalitonov will call you. I want to ask you. Why is it that night, all the troops haven't reached the designated position." Then he pointed to the headset and microphone in the operator's hand. Signaled that Khalitonov was still waiting for me on the line.

I walked to the radio operator, took the headset from his hand and put it on. Then he bit his scalp at the microphone and said: "Comrade Commander, hello! I am Oshanina, do you have any instructions?"

"Comrade Oshanina," Khalitonov's loud voice sounded particularly excited in the earphones: "I'm here to ask you, it's dark now, where are your troops?"

I hurriedly replied respectfully and respectfully: "Report to Comrade Commander that so far, the 171st Infantry Division, the 84th Tank Brigade, the 266th Artillery Regiment, the 308th Infantry Division, and the 22nd Guards Division under the jurisdiction of our army Most of them should have reached the designated location."

"What about you? Where are you now?" Khalitonov continued unceremoniously: "As the commander of the army, should you stay with your army?"

"Comrade Commander, please listen to my explanation. This is how things are." Because I was afraid that he would interrupt me, I speeded up my speech and explained the ins and outs of the matter to him in detail.

Khalitonov is a very reasonable person. After listening to my story, he sighed and said in a suspicious tone: "Comrade Oshanina, the child is too young. Do you think you should leave him in your army. To participate in the battle, is this appropriate?"

"Comrade Commander, I wanted to send my child back to study or to his relatives, but he refused." I tried to stand as a neutral person and explained to Khalitonov: "Maybe I saw my grandfather be beaten to death by a German. He has been dazzled by hatred. Even if we force him to the rear, maybe he will sneak to the front line. So after thinking about it, Decided to keep him in the army and let him be a sniper in Lieutenant Vasily’s sniper unit."

"Since you have made a decision, let's do it." After Khalitonov said this, he told me again: "Comrade Oshanina, in any case, you and your military command are in Tomorrow noon, you must rush to the place where the troops are stationed. The Voronezh Front has launched an offensive against the city of Kharkov, and our Southwest Front is about to continue advancing to the Dnieper River to the west. You can’t hold back the entire front. ."

"Understood, Comrade Commander." Hearing Khalitonov's words, I quickly assured him: "I assure you that the military command of the 79th Infantry Corps will be stationed on time by 12 noon tomorrow. Kuchayev’s."

When I finished the call with Khalitonov, Vitkov walked over and asked worriedly: "Comrade Commander, we are still more than two hundred kilometers away from Dokuchayev. Can we be there tomorrow noon?"

Hearing Vitkov’s question, I replied with a wry smile: “Comrade Chief of Staff, it seems we can only bet on luck. If it doesn’t snow tomorrow, the speed of the convoy will increase a lot, so that we can reach Doku on time. Chayev, there is still no problem. You call Lieutenant Colonel Sederikov and let his troops take a break. At six tomorrow morning, we will leave on time."

Although there was no snow the next day, the speed of the entire convoy was not fast due to the deep snow on the road and the craters everywhere. Vitkov watched the fast-moving convoy of tortoises, restless like ants on a hot pot. Although I was also very anxious, seeing Vitkov's anxious appearance, I couldn't help but say: "Comrade Chief of Staff, the speed is not fast because of the road conditions. It is useless if you are in a hurry. Rather than being in a hurry, It's better to think about how we will launch an offensive against the German army after we arrive at the new headquarters."

Hearing what I said, Vitkov turned his head to look at me, and said strangely: "Comrade Commander, I think we should wait for the orders of the superiors to come down, and then carry out combat missions according to the orders~www.wuxiaspot.com~I listen. When Vitkov said this, rolled his eyes at him, and was about to teach him a few words, Kirilov, who was familiar with my combat style, said first: "Comrade Chief of Staff, you are not a bad idea. We must know that the enemy situation on the battlefield is ever-changing, and the command is far from the front line, and the orders they give are not necessarily accurate. So this requires our grass-roots commanders to adjust their deployment and tactics in a timely manner in accordance with changes in the enemy's situation, so that it is possible to win the war. "Afterwards, Kirilov told Vitkov about many specific battles of the independent division, and he heard Vitkov nodded again and again.

The car driving in front suddenly fell into a crater. As soon as the tarp behind the car opened, a dozen soldiers jumped off, and they quickly stood behind or on both sides of the car and started pushing the car, trying to push the car out of the crater as soon as possible. come out. When the jeep we were riding in bypassed this car, I unexpectedly found Faxia pushing in the crowd. The old tattered sheepskin hat on his head has been replaced with a certain brand-new military hat. He is wearing an obviously oversized cotton military uniform with a wide belt tied around his waist, making him look extraordinarily energetic. At this moment, he was shouting like other soldiers, pushing the truck hard. (To be continued)

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