Struggle in Soviet Russia

Right on the edge of the waterhole, Victor told the story of "The Dawn Here is Quiet" again. Of course, this time, there are more details in the story. In the meantime, Titov also proposed some amendments. Victor accepts it all.

He is not very good at doing ideological work. Titov is the expert. After all, that is his job.

At some point, there was another person beside the water pool. This person did not speak, but sat quietly not far from the two, listening to the gradual improvement of the story in their mouths. This kind of thing is not a secret, and Victor did not blast each other away.

It wasn't until the story was finally perfected that Titov stretched out, stood up, patted Victor's shoulder, and said in an ambiguous tone: "Well, I will go back and rest first. The rest of the time belongs to you. Own, oh, and the lady over there."

Victor glanced at the figure sitting on the shore not far away, smiled, and said nothing.

Titov's footsteps, together with his back figure, quickly disappeared into the dark night, and the figure sitting not far away stood up and walked straight to Victor's side, holding her short skirt with one hand in her arm. He just bent his knees and sat down beside him, and said in a leisurely tone: "What happened to the warrant officer in the story? Is he still alive?"

Victor naturally stretched out his hand, wrapped his arms around the opponent's waist, and said, "I don't know, maybe I'm alive, or maybe I've sacrificed, after all, this is just a story."

"But this story can make many people remember them," Safina tilted her head, looking at Victor's face, and said, "but more people don't have such a good story, and no one will tell their story. , So no one will remember them."

"At least I will remember you, and I believe you will remember me too," Victor said with a smile.

"This is the most touching sentence I have ever heard," Safina smiled, and then she leaned over and snuggled into Victor's arms.

Victor hugged her, placed his chin on top of her head, and gently rubbed her long blonde hair.

Throughout the past few days, Victor can feel Safina’s goodwill towards him. Of course, he also knows very well that this goodwill is not the so-called love-there will be no real love in cruel wars, between men and women. The mutual attraction of each other is just seeking a kind of spiritual comfort.

In Victor's view, both Olica and Safina in front of him have some post-traumatic stress disorder, but their performance is different. The former is over-vigilant, while the latter is over-anxious. Under normal circumstances, facing war and death, women are more likely to suffer from this symptom than men. Whether it is for Olica or Safina, facing war is an unfortunate, and even more unfortunate. Yes, for them, this war is far from over.

"I want to take a shower." After leaning against Victor's arms for a while, Safina suddenly struggled to sit upright. She looked at the puddle in front of her and said, before bending over to La Victor's hand, she said in her mouth. And, "Come together."

Victor sat lazily and didn't move. Safina didn't force him. She stood there alone and took off her clothes clean. Then, with her long hair that crossed her shoulders with her hands, she walked into the water step by step.

Seeing her in the moonlight like a statue of Venus, Victor swallowed secretly, and this time he no longer used the other party to invite him, he stood up, slapped himself quickly, and chased after him. Safina in front got into the water.

It was almost mid-October, and the night was cool and the moon was cold, but strangely, the temperature in the water was very warm, not to mention that there was a fire hidden in Victor's heart at this time.

The pool was not big, the water was not deep, and Safina didn’t go too far. She only stopped when the water surface was about to reach her chest, then let go of her hands holding her hair, and put her arms away. Even, lying flat on the water.

Victor walked over from behind, leaned behind her, stretched his hands under her armpits, held the plumpness of her chest, and lowered his head to kiss her shaved shoulders. Safina tilted her head back slightly and rested it between his neck, her breath in her slightly opened mouth quickly became heavy...

......

Along the Moskva River, Kubinka, the seat of the command of the Western Front.

In the simple command post, a few candles provided a little light to this small room. In this light, Zhukov frowned, his lips pressed tightly, and his eyes seemed to be looking at the enemy. Generally looking at the map on the table.

Due to the defeats of the Western Front in the Battle of Smolensk and the subsequent Battle of Vyazma, the Supreme Command lost patience with Timoshenko. He was dismissed from the position of commander of the Western Front ten days ago. Zhukov, who was still in command of the reserve front, was ordered to be the top commander of the broken Western Front.

Opposite Zhukov, there was Konev, the deputy commander of the Front Army, and Konev’s right hand was Chief of Staff Soklovsky. In addition, the people present were some staff officers.

Today, as the new commander of the Western Front, Zhukov’s task is to consolidate the Mozhaisk line of defense and try his best to prevent the Germans from continuing to advance in the direction of Moscow. This task is very important for him and for the Western Front. difficulty. The main difficulty is still the shortage of soldiers, and the Mozhaisk line of defense is still too fragile.

By this afternoon, the German army had captured Volokolamsk and broke through the Rama section of the Soviet Mozhaisk line of defense. The 16th Army under the command of Rokosovsky was deployed there— -Of course, this is the reorganized 16th Army, and because of the reorganization, many subordinate units have not been deployed yet.

According to the battlefield intelligence, the German forces that had captured Volokolamsk were advancing in the direction of Kirmanovo.

Kilmanovo is a small village, which is unremarkable on the map, but this position is very important to the Soviet army, because once the German army has occupied this place, it can be cut off from Volokola at any time. The main road from Musk to the direction of Istria, at the same time, they were able to detour back to the rear of the 16th Army’s line of defense from there and launch an offensive against the 16th Army in the direction of the right rear flank.

Originally, the command of the Front Command was to deploy the 50th Cavalry Division, the 18th Infantry Division, and the front tank brigade led by Katukov to the Spas-Lyukhovsky-Kirmanovo line. But by this afternoon, none of these troops could be deployed. The fastest-moving Katukov Tank Brigade still takes at least 18 hours to reach Spas, while the 18th Infantry Division, which was supposed to go to Kilmanovo, will take another day and a half.

But the Germans will not give them so much time, Zhukov can be sure.

Now Zhukov needs a force to quickly deploy to Kilmanovo, and at least there will be there until the follow-up force arrives, but for him, the most critical problem is that there is no reserve team on hand, and there is no way. The troops deployed there quickly.

The sound of hurried footsteps interrupted Zhukov's thoughts. He raised his head a little angrily and looked in the direction of the door.

"Report!" A correspondent soon appeared at the door. He saw Zhukov looking at him and said loudly, "Moscow, Comrade Leviakin sent an urgent call."

Leviakin is the current commander of the Moscow city defense, mainly responsible for the deployment of the three lines of defense outside Moscow. At the same time, he is also doing his best to recruit soldiers, ready to fight at any time.

"Read!" Zhukov lowered his head again and continued to look at his map.

"The NKVD received a message from the PC104 radar station at six o'clock," the correspondent looked at the telegram and said loudly, "The 71st Infantry Brigade under the 19th Army has highlighted the German encirclement and retreated to the Oster River. The swamp area is waiting for instructions for the next step."

Zhukov shook his hand and froze there.

"What are you talking about?!" Konev was impatient, he turned around abruptly and said loudly, "Say it again!"

The correspondent was taken aback, and hurriedly read the content of the telegram again.

This time, everyone in the room heard clearly. Everyone, including Zhukov, looked down on the map and looked for the location mentioned in the telegram. In fact, they are all very familiar with the map. Just to determine if the surprise is real enough.

Soon, everyone found that location on the map. The area of ​​the Oster River Marsh Zone is not very large. It is sandwiched between the Oster River and the Moskva River, even if it is calculated at the farthest distance. , This force that jumped out suddenly should not be more than 25 kilometers away from Kilmanovo. If it is a rapid march, they are fully capable of reaching the predetermined location within two hours.

"Go and contact Comrade Leviakin immediately. I want to know the communication frequency band of this unit," Zhukov threw the drawing pen in his hand on the map and said loudly before standing straight.

"Yes!" The correspondent responded, turned and ran away quickly.

"I'll go," Sokolovsky was agitated, he said casually, turned and walked towards the door.

After Comrade Chief of Staff stepped out of the command post, Zhukov took a long breath and said, "Now, we have a force that can be deployed to Kirmanovo. Ha, it's incredible, right when we need it most. , It just happened to appear there."

Konev smiled. He could only say that Zhukov was more fortunate than him. At this critical moment, an extra force would be inexplicably added. According to the telegram, this is a brigade organization, although It may be very difficult to defend Kirmanovo on the front line, but it is better than nothing.