Burning Moscow

The rumble of anti-aircraft guns rang all night. I knew that it was Hitler who learned that the Soviet Union was actually near the city. He still held the October Revolution festival celebration and military parade in the capital Moscow. In furious, he ordered the Luftwaffe to increase Increased the density of air strikes. I think for the crazy German air strikes, apart from these anti-aircraft fires desperately shooting into the air, the pilots of the Soviet Air Force will not sit idle. They are bound to fly their fighter planes into the air again and again, and attack the invading enemy. Fight to the death.

　　 For the sake of my safety, Aksala asked me to go to the air-raid shelter several times, but I declined her kindness very gently. The reason why I was reluctant to go to the air-raid shelter is very simple: First, I feel unwell, and I don’t want to stay in the dark and damp basement; second, I really didn’t take the German air strikes seriously. In my impression, they except I was lucky to hit the Kremlin square once, and no aerial bomb fell near the city center. Moreover, the house I lived in was extremely sturdy from the outside. If it was not directly hit by a blockbuster, the safety factor here is It's almost the same as a bomb shelter.

　　 Early in the morning, the sound of cannons and bomb explosions that rang all night finally stopped. I got up from the bed and walked to the window. I looked out through the windowpane with the black tape in the shape of rice. I saw a foggy patch outside. I couldn't see anything from five or six meters away. Based on my five or six years of experience in Moscow, this is not the morning fog, but the smoke produced by burning houses and trees in the air-raided areas on the outskirts of the city.

When I broke up with General Vlasov yesterday, he didn’t tell me about today’s work schedule. Now it’s smoky outside again. I’m sure I can’t go out. I’d better continue to sleep and make up for the lack of sleep during this period. come back. Thinking of this, I lay down on the bed with peace of mind and continued to Meng Zhougong.

　　 When I'm on the front line, I feel very nervous all day long, and I always feel serious lack of sleep. If I dream of a chance, I sleep every day until I wake up naturally. I didn't expect that when I had this opportunity, I couldn't fall asleep. After sleeping for a long time, I got up and looked at the wall clock on the wall. It took less than an hour.

Looking at the snow-white ceiling in a daze, I was thinking about the hot and arid summer of 2010. It was smoky every day. Apart from going to the market every day, I stayed at home and watched the American TV series "Spartacus Blood and Sand. There are only 13 episodes in the first season, which is a little bit less. I am looking forward to the stars and the moon and waiting for the second season to be launched earlier. Unexpectedly, the lead actor Andy Whitfield John was suddenly diagnosed with cancer, so a new episode The filming work was delayed indefinitely. It's been a few months now, and I don't know how the actor's condition is, whether the second season has already started. Alas, I am stuck in this era of no TV and no Internet, and I don’t know if I will have the chance to return to my era in the future. I guess I have never seen this new series.

　　 I couldn't sleep anymore, I simply turned over and got out of bed, and went around the room, trying to find something to pass the boring time. I accidentally glanced at the corner of the wall and didn't know when there was a bookshelf as high as half a person. Anyway, when I lived here, there was no such bookshelf. The shelves were densely packed with books. My eyes suddenly lit up, and I stepped to the bookshelf in two steps to see if there are any books I am interested in.

　　 I am not interested in the Marxist-Leninist works with the largest number of books, so I just ignore them. Next are various collections of poems, such as Pushkin, Lermontov, Mayakovsky, Yesenin and other poets, but I am not interested in foreign poems, and I just ignore them. In the rest of the novels, there are works by Russian, Soviet, French, and British writers.

My fingers slowly slid across the smooth spine of the book, gently reciting the names of these familiar authors and their works: Tolstoy's "War and Peace", "Anna Karenina", Gorky "In the World", "My University", "Mother", Sholokhov's "Quietly Don", Ostrovsky's "How Steel is Made", Maupassant's "Jun" Friends, Dickens’s A Tale of Two Cities...

　　 I chose left and right for a long time, and in the end I only pulled out a volume of "War and Peace", and I specially checked the chapter which describes the battle between the Polokino Russian and French armies. Tolstoy described on the paper the dispatch of troops, insight into the intelligence and soul of the commanders, and proved through many examples that any army that violates the Russian border will be ruined and defeated. Although what he described in his writing is only the French Napoleon's army that is too self-confident, this army cannot launch a powerful surprise attack, the battle line is too long, and gradually sinking into the snow of Russia, but now the situation of the German army approaching Moscow, and How similar is the plot described by his old man?

　　 As soon as I read the book, this time mixed up very fast. If Aksala hadn't come to send me two meals, I wouldn't know it was evening. Just as I saw a fire in Moscow and Napoleon’s army was forced to retreat from the burning city, a soft knock came from the door.

　　 I put down the book and turned my head in the direction of the door~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but the knock on the door stopped. I thought it was my own auditory hallucination, and when I picked up the book to continue reading, the knock on the door rang again. This time I heard it really. Someone was knocking on the door, so I stood up, took the book and came to the door, grabbed the doorknob and pulled it hard, and then opened the door.

　　 Two soldiers in military coats stood at the door. Because the light in the corridor was darker than in the room, I didn't see who was coming for a while. When he was in a daze, the other party first spoke: "Hello, Comrade Oshaninna, we meet again." It was in Chinese. As soon as I heard the voice in Hubei spoken, I knew who was here. Up.

　　 "It turned out to be you, General Lin! Don't stand at the door, please come in!" I greeted the two to enter the house quickly.

　　 When the two of them entered the house, I realized that they were wearing Soviet army coats, and Commander Lin's coats actually had red diamond-shaped collar badges. I counted them, and there were three gold stars on them. Seeing their outfits, I couldn't help being shocked, and asked in surprise: "General Lin, why are you dressed like this?"

The interpreter took the initiative to explain to me: "Comrade Lieutenant Colonel, let me explain to you that the Yanan side has agreed that Master Lin will stay temporarily and participate in the Great Patriotic War of the Soviet Union. We went to meet Comrade Stalin today, and he personally granted it. Master Lin has the rank of lieutenant general and asked us to change our outfits."

　　 "Oh!" Only then did I understand what was going on. Master Lin was awarded the rank of lieutenant general by two countries at the same time. Although I dare not say that he is the last, it is absolutely unprecedented.

　　 "When we came back from the Kremlin and passed by here, the driver who sent us said that you live here, the teacher suggested to come and have a look, and chat with you by the way."