Burning Moscow

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Not long after the order was issued, another piece of good news came: the city of Fulda was captured by the Gaidar regiment of the 22nd Guards Division, and the defenders in the city were wiped out. Copy URL to visit http://%77%77%77%2e%76%6f%64%74%77%2e%63%6f%6d

When the news came, I was still stunned for a moment. I thought that with the withdrawal of the main force of the 22nd Guards Division and the tank brigade and artillery regiment, the battle in this city would continue for two more days. I didn't expect it to be attacked so easily. But when I thought about it, I was relieved. You must know that this unit, which I personally formed, is the best at fighting street fighting. Moreover, it has repeatedly made great achievements in the battle to defend Stalingrad. It is necessary to seize such a small city. It's really not a big problem.

Now that the city of Fulda has been successfully occupied, we can safely and boldly carry out the offensive plan on the western front. But before that, I think it is necessary to report the good news about the capture of Vlada to the command of the group army, so that Commander Khalitonov will also be happy.

Thinking of this, I called Vitkov over and told him: "Comrade Chief of Staff, immediately send a telegram to the group army headquarters to report the results of our victory over the city of Fulda."

After listening to my instructions, Vitkov asked embarrassedly: "Comrade Commander, do we really not report to the superiors on the combat plan we have made? If it succeeds, then it will be fine; but if something goes wrong, If the offense is frustrated, then the consequences will be unimaginable."

Vitkov's reminder made me hesitate. If the combat plan I just made is not reported, if something goes wrong, the consequences will be really serious. I walked back and forth in the command post with my hands behind my back, my mind was turning quickly, thinking about the pros and cons of doing this. Kirilov and Vitkov stood by, staring at me intently, waiting for my final decision.

To be honest, in the Soviet army, without asking for instructions, to take military action without authorization, that is taking a risk with one's own head. But if you report your plan to the group army headquarters, don't say whether it can be approved, maybe our unit will be transferred to the west of Donetsk. Join the main force and participate in the battle to attack the strong German defense positions.

Seeking wealth and danger, the word that suddenly popped up in my mind made my thinking suddenly clear. I said in my heart: This battle was not specifically written in the history books of later generations, which proves that the Soviet attack finally failed, and it is estimated that it was defeated very badly. Since this is the case, simply take the risk. If we had achieved a good record when other friendly forces were defeated by the Germans. Then who will hold us accountable for our unauthorized actions?

Thinking of this, I stopped and decisively ordered Vitkov: "The chief of staff, send a telegram to the headquarters to report the results of the capture of the city of Fulda. In addition, I am telling the group army headquarters that we are short-term due to lack of ammunition and materials. I can't carry out any new battles and hope to supply my department as soon as possible." Having said that, I immersed my head at the map marked with red and blue arrows on the table. He said calmly, "For the future of our 79th Infantry Corps, I think we should take a gamble."

"But, Comrade Commander." As an old soldier who has been in the army for more than 20 years, Vitkov tried to persuade me to change my mind: "This is too risky. Would you reconsider it? ..."

"Comrade Chief of Staff." As my old partner, Kirilov stood up in time to express his support for me. He patted Vitkov on the shoulder and said friendlyly: "Just as Comrade Oshanina said. Do it, as I know her, her decision cannot be wrong."

"All right. Comrade political comrade." Seeing Kirilov also stood up to support me unconditionally, Vitkov could only sigh and accept the fact that cannot be changed. "I will send a telegram to the command of the group army."

After Vitkov left, Kirilov, who had just expressed support for me unconditionally, asked worriedly: "Comrade Oshanina, I also think that you are too risky to do this. For the sake of safety, would you give it to Luo? General Kosovsky or Marshal Zhukov sent a secret telegram. Report your battle plan to them? So even if there are any problems in the future, someone can come out to deal with you."

I know that Kirilov said this out of good intentions, but I resolutely rejected his proposal and explained to him: "Comrade Political Commissar, this plan can neither be reported to Marshal Zhukov nor notified Luo. General Kosowski, this will make things more complicated."

As for how complicated things will become, I didn't say, nor did Kirilov ask. He is concerned about another question: "I don't understand, Comrade Oshanina, based on my observations, you seem to be reluctant to let us fight with the main force of the group army. What is the reason?"

When answering Kirilov’s question, I looked around as usual, and saw that the operator with headphones on the wall was not paying attention to our side, so I whispered: "Comrade Political Commissar, you have heard of the Somme River. Will there be a battle?"

"The Battle of the Somme?!" Kirilov repeated my words and nodded and replied: "I know something. It was during World War I when the British and French allied forces launched an offensive against the Germans in the Somme area. The left wing of the British army adopted a dense offensive formation, and was severely damaged by German machine guns and artillery fire. In just one day, nearly 60,000 casualties were caused." He paused for a moment, and then asked in surprise: " Oshanina, you ask what this does. Does what you want to say next is related to this case?"

"Yes, Comrade Political Commissar." I said politely, "I think the tactics of many commanders in our army are too outdated. If you want to seize the enemy’s position, you can achieve a breakthrough as long as the force density exceeds the limit of the enemy’s firepower density. But I didn’t expect to encounter the cobweb-like trenches and the densely packed machine gun fortress. The harvested portion.

Today some important commanders have no experience in commanding large corps operations. If the enemy's tactics, mobility, and firearms are relatively primitive, our fighters can still be effective by being brave and tenacious, fighting fiercely. But look at the current enemy’s equipment. There are planes and tanks and artillery underneath. If we adopt the old tactics of the past, apart from letting the officers and soldiers donate blood and lives in vain, I see any hope of victory. "

After hearing my rebellious remarks, Kirilov was silent for a long time, and finally said with difficulty: "Well, Comrade Oshanina. No matter what decision you make, I will firmly support you."

Kirilov’s attitude made me feel warm. I stepped forward to hold his hand, shook it vigorously, and said gratefully: "Thank you, thank you. Comrade political comrade! But please rest assured, not only in the future. What are the vicious consequences? I will take it all."

"Comrade Oshanina, you think too much." Kirilov heard me say this, and quickly stated his attitude again: "Since I am your political commissar, if there are any problems in the future, I will do it too. You share part of the responsibility."

As we were talking, Vitkov walked in from outside with a smile on his face, followed by Akhromeyev, who was also full of spring breeze. When the two came to us, Akhromeyev spoke first: "Comrade Commander, one of your old men has recovered from his injuries and has been discharged from the hospital. The one who came to report specifically to you, do you want to see him?"

"My old subordinates?" Akhromeyev's words left me confused. If I know that there are tens of thousands of subordinates, how could I guess who came to report to me? I was about to wave his hand to let Akhromeyev send the opponent away, but seeing that both he and Vitkov were smiling, which proved that this person was known by both of them and his level would not be too low. So I changed my mind and told Akhromeyev: "Comrade Major, go and call people in."

"Yes!" Akhromeyev agreed, turned and walked towards the door. He came to the door and shouted outside: "Come in, Comrade Commander let you in!"

As he shouted. Walking into an officer wearing a big brimmed hat from the door, he quickly came to us, raised his hand to salute, and said loudly: "Report to the commander, comrade political commissar, the former acting head of the Second Regiment of the Independent Division, Major General Pu Gachev has reported to you that I have recovered from my injury and been discharged from the hospital, requesting to return to the team. Please instruct!"

"Stop!" I yelled a command casually, and without paying the courtesy, I stepped forward and grabbed his hand and shook it vigorously, and said excitedly: "Major Pugachev, when did you leave the hospital?" Since the last time We went to rescue Cui Kefu's group army headquarters. After he was sent to seize the school’s artillery observation point, we never met again. I even thought he had sacrificed. Seeing him standing in front of me vigorously at this moment made me overjoyed. As I shook hands with him, I asked with concern: "Comrade Major, have all the injuries healed?"

"Yes, comrade commander." Just now because of his excitement, he called me and Kirilov in his old position. At the moment, when he officially reported to me, he changed to using the correct military rank to call me: "After three After many months of recuperation, my injury has fully recovered." At this point, he suddenly became a little twisted and asked me hesitantly, "I heard that Lieutenant Colonel Oleg has returned to the second regiment as head of the regiment. I don’t know how you plan to arrange my work?"

When Pugachev mentioned this, I immediately remembered that after he was injured, I merged the Second Regiment and the Fifth Regiment, so that the former head of the Second Regiment, Lieutenant Colonel Oleg, regained the position of head of the regiment, and the first-level instructor Vero Er served as the political commissar of the regiment. Now that Major Pugachev has returned from his injury, as the acting head of the regiment, he certainly cannot go back to the Second Regiment to compete with Lieutenant Colonel Oleg for the head of the regiment, and can only arrange a new position for him. Thinking of this, I turned my head and asked Kirilov: "Comrade Political Commissar, how do you think about the work arrangements of Major Pugachev?"

Kirilov frowned and thought for a while, and finally shook his head, and said regretfully: "Comrade Oshanina, as far as I know, Master Bantai Leyev has recently made a lot of personnel adjustments in the division." Having said that, he took a meaningful look at Akhromeyev standing in front of us, and then said: "Many of the commanders who joined him from the new editor have been promoted to varying degrees. Therefore, , I want Comrade Pugachev to return to work in the 22nd Guards Division. It may not be appropriate."

Kirilov’s words made my heart heavy. I didn’t expect that less than two months after I left the independent division, Bantai Leyev began to plant confidants everywhere to reject dissidents, even the chief of staff of the division Ahromeye. The husband was squeezed out of the division. And Pughachev's time to leave the army is not short, and it is estimated that even if he goes back, he will not be assigned a good job. Instead of that, I might as well keep him in the army headquarters, at least one more famous The subordinates of the hand. But what position should be assigned to him? I can't help but feel worried.

When I was in a dilemma, Akhromeyev stepped forward and said loudly to me: "Comrade Commander, I have an idea, can you say it?"

I was upset when I heard Akhromeyev say this. I waved my hand and said angrily: "Comrade Major, you are my old subordinate, just tell me if you have anything to say, don’t keep going around like this. ."

"Comrade commander, I thought about it this way." Akhromeyev heard me say this, and didn't go around the circle anymore. Instead, he said straightforwardly: "Thanks for your trust, I have arranged for the chief of operations and intelligence. I think it’s inappropriate for one person to hold two positions as director, so I suggest that Major Pugachev take over one of them."

After listening to Akhromeyev’s suggestion~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I stared at Pugachev and began to think about it: He is a commander with rich combat experience, has participated in many battles, and I stand down He has given a lot of credit, but what he lacks is the experience of working in the command post, so he can use this time to exercise.

After my deliberation, I did not discuss with Kirilov and the others, and formally announced to Akhromeyev and Pugachev: "Major Akhromeyev, after my consideration, in order to give full play to your strengths , I intend to let you serve as the Chief of the Military Staff and the Chief of the Intelligence Division, and the vacant Chief of the Operations Division will be taken over by Major Pugachev.” Having said that, I asked the person next to me sideways. Kirilov: "Comrade Political Commissar, do you have a different opinion?"

"No opinion." Kirilov nodded and said, "I think your arrangement is very appropriate."

But Vitkov saw my gaze swept towards him, and before I could speak, he immediately said: "Comrade Commander, I have no opinion, and I will swoop down on your orders."

"Since everyone is not opposed," I saw that the political commissar and the chief of staff expressed support for my proposal, and I said one final word: "From now on, Pugachev will be the chief of operations of our army." To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)