Burning Moscow

Section 11 Highland Defense War (6)

“Hey, now you tell me: How did you come up with a brilliant trick to hit German tanks and infantry with anti-aircraft machine guns? How did you come up with it?!” Captain Holopov was standing on the edge of the cliff, holding his binoculars while watching enthusiastically. The soldiers who cleaned the battlefield below asked me curiously.

Just now he rushed over with a few soldiers in angrily, blushing and violently yelling at me: “Comrade Sergeant, you are committing a crime! You know, you used anti-aircraft machine guns to fight the Germans without permission from your superiors. The infantry of China has changed the use of technical equipment without authorization. This is going to a military court…”

I couldn’t help but want to refute a few words, and immediately restrained myself, shook my head with a wry smile, many things in this era cannot be measured by the standards of later generations. Fighting infantry with anti-aircraft guns is an invented style of play by the Soviet army. I just plagiarized the achievements of the predecessors. Although the captain is currently the highest commander on the unnamed heights, he can only remove me at most. Will he really send me to a military court? If he wants to scold him, let him scold him enough. Anyway, what he said is fast and fast. Urgent, I don’t understand much of the content, so I just choose to ignore it.

He was scolding vigorously, and the smoke of gunpowder wafting down the mountain and a disgusting smell of burnt odor interrupted his tirade. He ran to the edge of the cliff, raised his binoculars and looked down. First he opened his mouth wide in surprise. Then he laughed and shouted excitedly: “Good job, girls! Good job, girls! You guys! What a good job!!” Although I didn’t look down through the binoculars like he did, I knew exactly what he saw: the dead battlefield was full of German corpses, destroyed tanks and armored vehicles. In the billowing smoke, the German soldiers who survived by chance held up their hands. Under the **** of the soldiers, they reluctantly embarked on the road of their prisoners of war.

Although I saw an example of using anti-aircraft machine guns to fight infantrymen on a well-known forum, I could never tell the captain: I saw this style of play from a World War II post when I was browsing the forum on the Internet. Yes, in that case, I wouldn’t be regarded as a lunatic by them. I shrugged my shoulders, smiled embarrassedly, and racked my brains to make up a crappy reason. “At that time, I wanted to use the enemy’s tanks and infantry as planes to fight,…this is how things happened.”

He put down the binoculars, glanced at me, shook his head in disbelief, and smiled. “Then, you said, you just used the German devils below to fight as enemy planes in the sky. Is that what?”

I didn’t know how to answer him, so I didn’t say anything.

“No matter what you think at the time, you still order the anti-aircraft machine gun to be used as an ordinary weapon.” The captain continued to ask. “Maybe, you just want to take a risk? Take a risk, don’t you think you were taking a risk at the time?”

“Comrade platoon leader,” I was thinking carefully about how to answer him when Natasha interrupted me to help me: “Are we still counting the ammunition consumption?”

“Go on.” I finally found the reason to get rid of the captain. I didn’t make good use of it. I told them: “First count how many empty magazines there are, and then check the magazines on the machine gun. How many bullets, so you can calculate how much ammunition was consumed in this battle.”

Captain 　　 saw that I was getting busy, and closed his mouth wittily, and continued to use the binoculars to look at the scenery below. After all, there are things he likes to see there.

The roar of the motor was heard in the distance. Everyone stopped their work and looked in that direction, only to see a group of armored vehicles approaching us on the road.

“It should be the senior commander here.” A female soldier whispered behind him, “Look, there are so many armored vehicles here.”

“What high-level commander?” The captain’s ears worked well, and he heard such a small voice. He put down his binoculars, looked back at the coming convoy, and immediately trot to meet the armored vehicle.

After the armored vehicle in front passed by the captain, it slowed down, and the other armored vehicles in the back also slowed down. One of them stopped a few steps away from the captain, the door opened with a clatter, and three generals walked out of it. One of the generals, with a medium stature, broad shoulders, and a big head, walked ahead, and the other two generals followed behind.

The captain straightened his body and saluted the approaching general, and then reported in a loud voice: “Comrade General, I am Captain Holopov, battalion commander of the 2nd Destroyer Battalion, 63rd Regiment, 21st Division, NKVD. Please indicate.”

The general did not speak, and strode towards the edge of the cliff. We automatically stepped out of a passage, and then collectively saluted him. He walked with heavy footsteps, and at the same time his body was slightly swaying. He didn’t look left and right. He ignored our salute and just walked forward silently.

Although he didn’t say a word, I have already guessed who he is, because at this time the generals in Leningrad have the rank of general, and Zhukov is the only one. A lieutenant general and a major general who walked side by side next to him should be his two most trusted generals, Horzin and Fejuninsky. A group of officers who had just come out of the armored vehicles followed far behind, almost all of them at the school level, either lieutenant colonel, colonel or high colonel, and even two major generals.

Zhukov came to the edge of the cliff, held up the telescope hanging around his neck, and observed the situation under the high ground without a word. Horzin and Feijuninsky were also standing by, looking down with binoculars. After the officers walked over, they also picked up the binoculars. When I saw this scene, I couldn’t help thinking of spectators on the racetrack with telescopes. Their expressions were as excited as these commanders. The only difference was that they looked at the horses they bet on, while the commanders saw it. Our victory on the battlefield.

Zhukov put down his binoculars, turned and walked through the crowd, and came to the captain. The captain hurriedly stood at attention, but only when he said “Comrade Commander…” Zhukov interrupted him: “Tell me about the battlefield below?”

“I am preparing to report, Comrade General,” the captain replied eagerly. “If you are willing to know…”

But Zhukov interrupted him: “You report the important things to me. And be brief and concise.”

“Order from the superior,” the captain began. “My battalion is stationed in an unnamed highland…”

“Speak briefly,” Zhukov interrupted him again. “Everyone knows where your ministry is based. You can report the fighting.”

“Yes,” the captain said while standing at attention. “The Germans used artillery to suppress our camp. Then some of the troops took the opportunity to go behind the high ground and attacked the defense line of the militia division. When the anti-aircraft machine gun platoon soldiers found out, they used it. The anti-aircraft machine gun fired at the enemy.”

“The anti-aircraft machine gun hits the infantry. Who came up with this idea?” Zhukov frowned and asked.

“It’s me, Comrade General.” Before the captain could speak, I stood up first, whether it was a blessing or a curse, anyway, I had to fight it out, and it was a big deal. “I can’t just watch the German attacking the rear position and die. Because we only have rifles. If these weapons alone cannot destroy the enemy, I decided to use the anti-aircraft machine gun to attack the enemy without permission. Armored vehicles and infantry provide fire support for the defense of the militia division.”

Zhukov listened patiently to what I said, looked at me from head to toe, stared at the medal on my chest for a while, and then asked blankly: “Who are you? Current rank and position? ”

“My name is Musdakova Oshanina, with the rank of sergeant. I am now the platoon leader of the Unknown Highland Anti-aircraft Machine Gun Platoon.

Looking at his serious face, I guess Zhukov might be furious soon. After all, I am in a very special age. Changing the way of using technology and equipment without authorization is always a big taboo. Even with credit, The consequences are also difficult to predict.

But soon I found out that I was worried. Zhukov had a smile on his face. He deliberately pretended to be serious and said: “Wrong, wrong, not Sergeant Oshanina, but Oshanina Lieutenant. Not the platoon leader, but the company commander. Report again.”

I just got the rank of sergeant yesterday, and today I got a higher rank of lieutenant. I became an officer from a soldier, and my face flushed with excitement. The female soldiers behind heard that I became a lieutenant and began to whisper happily. I tried to suppress my excitement, barely speaking, and repeated the report. For the first time in my life, I called myself a lieutenant and a company commander. . Of course, I did not forget to express my gratitude to Zhukov. After all, he gave me an unexpected opportunity to improve.

“Is there anything else you want to say?” He asked me kindly.

“We should adjust some more anti-aircraft guns,” I replied almost without hesitation: “The power of anti-aircraft machine guns is too small to pose a threat to German tanks. Anti-aircraft guns are powerful and can be used as anti-tank guns.” I was like this. Said, it was because I thought that when the German Marshal Rommel was in North Africa, he used the 88mm anti-aircraft gun as an anti-tank gun, and defeated the British armored units.

“Major General Mareshkov,” he asked a major general in the crowd: “How many anti-aircraft guns can be removed immediately and transferred to the army’s battle sequence?”

“But, Comrade Commander!” My immediate superior immediately raised objections. “This city has been under heavy air raids by the enemy for two consecutive weeks. If the number of anti-aircraft guns used for air defense is reduced, then there will be no way to guarantee Leningrad’s air defense work, if…”

“Answer the question!” Zhukov interrupted him, then turned to all the people present and added another sentence; “If the German fascist bandits’ tanks rushed into the street, what is the meaning of the city’s air defense?… ”

Then he gave the general an order: “You go call immediately and report to me in fifteen minutes. How many anti-aircraft guns and what kind of guns can be called out. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Comrade Commander,” the general replied, and then he glanced at me and asked Zhukov; “Allow me to leave?” I cried secretly in my heart. It’s over. I didn’t speak through my brain just now. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com What do you want to say, I have offended the superior who puts himself in charge of me, will he wear small shoes for me in the future?

“Let’s go. You will report to me in fifteen minutes. There is one last question,” Zhukov added. “Tomorrow, two platoons of anti-aircraft artillery units will be replenished here, and they will be under the command of Lieutenant Oshanina.”

“It’s very difficult! Comrade Georgi Konstantinovich.” The general began to complain to Zhukov: “There are insufficient troops everywhere. Where can I find so many female soldiers for her.” I thought to myself, this is only a few minutes, he actually started to put on my little shoes, it seems that I will be sad in the future.

“Without female soldiers, male soldiers will do.” Zhukov retorted unceremoniously: “Tomorrow at ten o’clock in the morning, the supplementary anti-aircraft artillery units must be in place. This is an order. Let’s execute it.”

“Yes.” The general sighed softly, then saluted, and strode towards the armored vehicle. Seeing Zhukov speak for me, I secretly breathed a sigh of relief. With such a backing, the boss in front of me would dare not wear small shoes for me.

Zhukov said to the commanders present: “Go, let’s go to the shelter department to continue the meeting.”

I, a lieutenant in the uniform of a sergeant, are not qualified to participate in meetings of this level. What I can do is to continue to command the female soldiers to count the consumption of ammunition and scrub the anti-aircraft machine guns after watching them go away.

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