Red Moscow

In the early morning of the next day, a worker who got up early to work unexpectedly discovered that the soldiers patrolling the street were actually wearing Soviet uniforms. He thought he was delusional, so he rubbed his eyes hastily and looked again: yes, the patrol soldiers were indeed wearing Soviet uniforms.

"Could it be that our army is fighting back?" As soon as this idea came to his mind, he immediately shook his head and denied it. Last night was very quiet, and there was no sound of gunfire in the city. How could the Soviet army be silent? to take the city.

Just when he thought he was delusional, he suddenly heard someone in the patrol team calling his name: "Hey, Harqianke, are you going to work when you go out so early?"

The worker named Harchenko heard his name being called by someone in the patrol team, and he looked around curiously. Sure enough, when he saw a familiar voice, he couldn't help but asked in surprise: "Damn it, Jarak, Am I dreaming? How are you with the patrol?"

Yalak, who led the troops to the machinery factory yesterday, is currently in this patrol team. He accidentally saw one of his co-workers, and he took the initiative to greet him. Seeing the surprised look on the other side's face at this moment, he quickly walked over and said loudly: "I took them to the factory yesterday and killed all those Germans."

"They killed all the Germans?" Hearing Yalak say this, Harchenko's jaw almost fell to the ground, "Could it be that they are our team?"

"What's wrong with you, Harqenke?" Yalak asked the other party with a smile: "Is it because I didn't wake up or there was something wrong with my eyes, did I not realize that they are our own army?"

Knowing that the Soviet army had returned, Halchenke burst into tears with excitement. He grabbed the patrol captain's hand and said, "Comrades, I hope you will come back. You will come back this time and will not leave again." right?"

"No, Comrade Harchenko." The patrol captain held Harchenko's hand and said to him with a smile: "Since we have recovered Kursk, we will not let the Germans take it again." The past. We will defend it with our blood and our lives."

As dawn dawned, Belgin led the political workers to become active in the residential area, and informed the residents who didn't know about the news that the troops had returned. Soon, more and more residents walked out of their homes and stood on the street with their neighbors, talking about this army that seemed to have fallen from the sky.

A few brave children saw Belkin and other political workers who were doing propaganda work, and boldly stepped forward to beg: "Mr. Officer, give me something to eat, I haven't eaten for two days." Seeing that the children were pitiful, a political worker quickly took out a few slices of bread from his rucksack and distributed them to several children.

Unexpectedly, the residents on the side of the road, seeing the guards and soldiers distributing bread to the children, also rushed up, surrounded Belkin and the others, and said in one voice: "Comrade commander, have pity on us!" , give me something to eat."

Seeing that most of the residents around were in ragged clothes, haggard and skinny, Belkin quickly raised his hands above his head and said loudly: "Quiet, comrades, please be quiet!" Waiting for no one around to speak, He went on to say: "I know that under the German rule, you did not have enough food or clothing. In order to get close to everyone's practical difficulties, please line up in front of the warehouse at noon to receive the food distributed to you."

"Long live the Red Army! Long live the Red Army!" As soon as Belkin's voice fell, there were shouts like a tsunami: "Long live Stalin! Long live Stalin~!"

Hearing that the warehouse will distribute food to the residents of the city at noon, the whole city is completely boiling. Countless residents who got the news rushed towards the warehouse along the street, shouting neat slogans.

Vasily, who was staying at the warehouse, saw the residents of the city flocking to the warehouse from all directions, and couldn't help being frightened into a cold sweat. He quickly transferred a line to the door to maintain order, and called Sokov at the same time, reporting that : "Comrade battalion commander, thousands of people suddenly poured in outside the warehouse, what should we do?"

Although it was not yet noon, Sokov learned that tens of thousands of residents had flocked to the warehouse door, so he said to Vasily: "Comrade Captain, let the soldiers maintain order outside, then open the warehouse and give Residents distribute food."

"Comrade Battalion Commander, I want to ask." Vasili had never done any work of opening warehouses and releasing grain, so he asked in a daze, "I don't know what standard is used to distribute grain?"

"Distribute according to the standard of 500 grams per person first." Sokov worried that Vasily would not be able to cope with such a scene, so he said into the microphone: "You start distributing food first, and I will rush there as soon as possible."

Just as Sokov was about to leave the command post, Vanya walked in from the outside. As soon as he saw Sokov, he said excitedly: "Comrade battalion commander, good news, we have successfully captured the prisoners of war." battalion, wiped out the German guards, and rescued nearly a thousand comrades imprisoned there.”

"Nearly a thousand soldiers were rescued from the prisoner-of-war camp?" Sokov couldn't help being overjoyed when he heard the news, and he quickly asked, "How is their physical condition?"

Knowing that Sokov has always had the tradition of replenishing soldiers from prisoners of war, Vanya quickly replied: "Most of them were captured in the last two months. Although they suffered some crimes, they are in good health and can be incorporated into the army immediately." .” After introducing the situation, Vanya paused for a moment and asked again, “Comrade battalion commander, when do you think they will be incorporated into the army?”

"Immediately, immediately, we must organize them into each company as quickly as possible." Sokov said impatiently: "The Germans will definitely launch an attack on us at any time, and when the reinforcements will arrive is still unknown, so It’s all up to us.”

After Sokov said this, he immediately went back to the house and called Andrei and Vasily respectively, telling them to come to the battalion command post immediately. Upon hearing Sokov's order, Vasily said with some embarrassment: "Comrade battalion commander, we are preparing to distribute food to the residents of the city. If I leave, who will be in charge?"

Sokov knew the abilities of company and platoon commanders well. Hearing what Vasily said, he immediately replied: "Let this matter be handed over to Second Lieutenant Grisa. I believe that with his ability, he will be able to complete it well." the task."

When Vasily arrived in a hurry, he saw that the other two company commanders had already arrived one step ahead. Seeing that Vanya was talking with Sokov in a low voice, he could only look at Andre who was sitting beside him with puzzled eyes, hoping to get an answer from him and understand the purpose of Sokov calling him here. But Andre also couldn't understand why Sokov was in a hurry to find him, so he spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders to answer Vasily's questioning eyes.

"Captain Vasily, you are here." Seeing Vasily walk in, Sokov stopped talking with Vanya and asked Vasily, "How is the situation in the warehouse? Have you started distributing food to the residents?" ?”

"Yes, Comrade Battalion Commander." Vasily nodded and replied: "Before I left the warehouse, Comrade Belkin, the Political Deputy Battalion Commander, arrived, so he and Second Lieutenant Grisa were in charge of distributing the food." Matters. Although there are 10,000 to 20,000 residents gathered around the warehouse, everyone is very orderly, there is no crowding, but they actively line up, and under the guidance of our soldiers, they enter the warehouse one by one to receive food."

Sokov was worried that the residents of the city would gather around the warehouse, and the scene would definitely be chaotic. But at the moment when Vasily said this, he immediately realized that Belgin and Grisa could control the situation well, and the heart hanging in his throat was put back in the steward's stomach. He coughed, and then said: "Comrades, I tell you some good news. Captain Vanya rescued nearly a thousand captured comrades from the German prisoner-of-war camp. The good news is that their physical condition It is very ideal, and can be quickly incorporated into our combat troops. I called you a few people to discuss how to distribute these soldiers."