Burning Moscow

18 Return to Moscow

Before the German truck from the opposite side came, Pastukhov had already taken the soldiers out.

First, a soldier carrying a bucket of white lime, swiftly sprinkled a white line in front of where we were standing, and then a team of sailors appeared on the stage. They walked neatly along with Pastukhov out of the trenches. Line up in line with the guard position.

I paced in front of the team and loudly assigned them a task: “Our task is to stay here. The Germans are not allowed to cross this white line and come to the trenches.”

“What if you cross over?” It was a soldier wearing the rank of sergeant.

“Luzhkov!” Pastukhov, who followed me, stopped him dissatisfied.

“Don’t let the cross is not let the cross, if they want to force through, what is the rifle in your hand?” I scolded him sharply.

Then I commanded loudly: “Listen to my password, everyone has it, take the bayonet!”

The soldiers immediately opened the folding bayonet neatly.

“Raise the gun!”

A rifle with a bayonet mounted was raised in the hands of the soldiers, and the gleaming bayonet pointed at the German soldier not far ahead. If a photojournalist happened to be in the trenches to take pictures at this time, maybe there would be another exciting photo in tomorrow’s battlefield newspapers, called “German Prisoners of War with Bayonet in Our Army.”

At this time, the truck had already reached the place where the Germans lined up, and the first car was slowly turning around. Suddenly, I realized that they were all trucks with hoods, and I became nervous. I remember watching it in an old movie. The guerrillas went out at night to try to blow up a covered truck parked in the square. As soon as they approached, the tarp was lifted off, and the Germans had already set up machine guns inside. After a burst of fire, the guerrillas all died heroically.

Thinking of this, I couldn’t help but panic, and quickly greeted Pastukhov and their officers back to the trenches together. As soon as I entered the trenches, I told Pastukhov: “Captain, immediately order everyone to prepare for battle.” After speaking, I got into the nearest machine gun bunker.

The machine gunner inside 　　 saw me go in and quickly stood up and saluted me. I ignored the gift and hurriedly urged him: “Aim the machine gun at the German truck and prepare to fire.” Although the machine gunner looked at a loss, he resolutely implemented my order and pointed the muzzle of the heavy machine gun at the front. German truck.

A long truck was parked there neatly, and then with a command, the tarps of all the trucks were lifted at the same time. There was no machine gun erected as I imagined, only many soldiers with the same unarmed hands jumped out of the carriage and assisted the soldiers in the line to carry the bodies onto the truck.

I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, secretly wiped the cold sweat from my head, and ordered the machine gunner: “Okay, it’s okay, close the insurance, pay attention.”

“Pastukhov,” I called the captain’s name loudly, and when no one answered me immediately, I looked around, only to find that I was still nestled in the small machine gun bunker, and couldn’t help but laugh secretly. Leaving the bunker, I saw the captain standing not far ahead, explaining the task to the officers under him, and then walked over.

When I walked to his side, I called his name again, then pointed to the outside and said to him: “Now the combat alarm is lifted, and the soldiers on duty outside will rotate every hour. The work here is left to you, sometimes Call me.”

“Yes” he agreed very readily. I have just walked a few steps, and then I heard him ask from behind: “Are you returning to the shelter?”

“No,” I replied without hesitation as I walked, “I’ll go back to the female soldier’s dormitory and take the time to wash my clothes by the way.”

Because there is no combat mission, the female soldiers have a very leisurely life. Long ropes were pulled up in the open space in front of the wooden house, and they were covered with colorful underwear and underwear. Some female soldiers who finished drying their clothes even took off their clothes and stood there to scrub their bodies with cold water.

I took a basin of my dirty clothes and came to the pool, washing and feeling secretly: Being a female soldier is troublesome. The underwear I wear must be washed every one or two days, otherwise I feel particularly uncomfortable. After the box of soap I brought last time was distributed to the female soldiers, it was almost used up. When I had the opportunity, I asked my superiors for a few more boxes.

Just after washing the clothes and drying them out, Lieutenant Savchenko ran over in a panic. He stood at attention and saluted me and reported to me: “Comrade Lieutenant, I just received a call from the division headquarters. The division commander asked you to report to the main peak position and said that there is an important task arrangement.”

He was talking to me, but he couldn’t help but glanced at the naked female soldiers. I coughed deliberately, and he hurriedly withdrew his gaze, straightened up again and assumed a standing posture.

“You lead the way, I don’t know the way.”

“Yes.” He agreed very readily.

I feel that we have been walking for a long time, passing through many traffic trenches and trenches, and bypassing many artillery positions, finally reaching the division headquarters built in the cave on the east **** of Pulkovo Highland. The division commander, Colonel Novikov, saw me go in and said cheerfully: “You came really fast. I originally thought it would take half an hour for you to arrive.”

I asked in a puzzled manner: “Do you have any quests if you call me over?”

Although my question is a bit abrupt and impolite, the colonel didn’t care at all and asked me, “Are you still doing any work on the unnamed heights?”

I immediately reported to him that the German army was converging the corpse. After hearing this, he nodded and said: “You are doing the right thing. Send a group of soldiers with bayonets to serve as a guard. This can improve morale and suppress the arrogance of the German army.”

He went on to say: “Comrade Feijuninski, commander of the group army, called and asked you to report. The person who will pick you up will be there in a while. You can hurry and hand over the work to your deputy.”

The deputy designated by my superior was Lieutenant Savchenko, so I pulled him aside and briefly explained to him the recent work arrangements. After the handover, he was sent back by the colonel. Looking at him from behind, I can’t help feeling sorry for Captain Pastukhov. From the time he came to the field, he has been commanded by people with lower ranks than him. First, I was a newly promoted lieutenant, and now I have to accept a second lieutenant. The leader of him does not know whether there will be resistance in his heart.

After the second lieutenant left, the colonel said to me again: “Comrade Lida, you are about to leave the high ground. I will take you to see Leningrad behind us.”

We passed through a building badly damaged by shells or bombs and came to a wall facing north. The colonel handed me a binoculars and showed me the city below. The terrain here is similar to that of the unnamed highlands. The north side of the mountain is not a **** like the south side, but a cliff. Below is the Kiev road, cut off by many anti-tank piles and barricades, leading from the foot of this cliff to the city. The colonel pointed and said: “Look, from here, you can see the entire Moscow district of the city. On the left, you can clearly see part of the Narva district. There is named after Comrade Zhdanov. Shipyard…”

When he was introducing the terrain to me, a voice came from behind: “Comrade Colonel, Lieutenant Beylev is reporting to you that I am coming to pick up Oshanina on the order of Major General Feyjuninsky, commander of the group army. Lieutenant’s.”

I heard this sound a bit familiar, and when I looked back, I knew this second lieutenant, who was the one who picked me up from the hospital and sent me to the air defense headquarters. The colonel nodded, pointed to me and said, “This is Lieutenant Oshanina.”

“Hello, Comrade Lieutenant!” The second lieutenant did not seem to recognize me, and saluted me again.

“Hello!” I took the initiative to stretch out a hand to him, he hesitated, and also reached out and shook my hand. I think he hasn’t recognized me yet, and proactively reminded him: “Why, Comrade Ensign, you don’t recognize me anymore. You took me out of the hospital and sent me to the Air Defense Command!”

“Air Defense Command?!” Hearing my prompt, he suddenly realized: “I remember. No wonder I think you are familiar, but you are the one.” He looked up and down, somewhat enviedly. Said: “You were still a sergeant at the time, and now you are a lieutenant. Congratulations on your higher rank.”

“Okay,” the colonel next to him intervened, “Don’t relive the old days here. Hurry up and take Comrade Lieutenant away. Don’t make Comrade Commander wait in a hurry.”

After I got in the car, while the ensign started the car, I asked: “Where are we going?”

“Airport.”

“Airport?!” I remember that the group army headquarters seemed to be near this high ground, how could it send me to the airport? Unable to help curiosity in my heart, he asked again: “What are you going to do at the airport?”

“Go, you’ll know.” The ensign smiled at me, avoiding answering my questions.

The car drove into the airport runway, and then stopped. The second lieutenant pointed to a warrior-warned plane not far away, and UU reading www.uukanshu.com said to me: “Comrade Lieutenant, go over there, there are people waiting for you.”

I got out of the car, thanked the ensign, and hurried to the plane. When there were dozens of steps away from the plane, he was stopped by a soldier on duty. Just as I was considering how to explain it, a man with the rank of colonel came over to relieve me: “Comrade soldier, let her come here. We are waiting for her.”

The soldier stepped aside and made a please gesture to me.

Colonel greeted me, shook my hand, and said, “Lieutenant Oshanina, I am Colonel Korolev. I am the deputy director of the operations department of the headquarters. I am waiting for you here under the command of the commander.”

“Is it Commander Fejuninsky?” I feel a little curious, can a commander of a group army also command people in the headquarters? So I couldn’t help but ask curiously.

“No. It’s Commander Zhukov, he is back to Moscow today, let me take you with me too.”

General Zhukov? ! Unexpectedly, he still remembered me as a small person, and he would take me with him even when he returned to Moscow. Thinking of this, my heartbeat can’t help speeding up, and secretly wondering what he would do to take me back to Moscow?

“Lida,” the colonel called out my nickname suddenly. “Do you know Vera?”

“Yes, Comrade Colonel.” I felt quite puzzled. How could he suddenly mention Vera?

“Vera is my daughter. My name is Pavel Maximovich Korolev. If you have anything in the future, you can contact me directly. Let’s get on the plane now.”

“Okay, Uncle Pavel.”