Burning Moscow

　　 Under a tree dozens of meters away, there were four motorcycles parked. Seven or eight German soldiers were relying on the vehicles and shooting frantically at the attacking soldiers. These enemies should be the motorcycle squads mentioned by Panfilov last night that bypassed the line of defense and ran to the rear of our army to sneak attacks.

　　 I once commanded the guard battalion of the 316th Infantry Division. I am deeply impressed by the force of the unit. With their equipment and combat experience, it is easy to eliminate the rampant German soldiers on the opposite side. But now fighting the enemy is just a temporary guard platoon composed of staff officers, clerks, and political workers, and its combat effectiveness has been greatly reduced. In addition, almost all of their equipment is pistols, and occasionally a few rifles are considered heavy weapons, which are more than one grade behind the Germans in terms of firepower configuration. Allowing such troops to attack is tantamount to suicide. However, these soldiers knew that the division headquarters had been attacked, and they all instinctively ran out of the place where they were staying, and charged bravely against the enemy's intensive firepower without hesitation.

　　 Watching one soldier after another fell, my blood flowed up suddenly, and I didn't care about my personal safety, so I wanted to rush out with my gun. Unexpectedly, Panfilov grabbed me again. He grabbed my sleeves tightly and sternly scolded me: "Stop! What do you want to do, rush out to be the enemy's target?" When I spoke, he turned his head and shouted at the bottom: "My comrade political comrade, has the phone gotten through?"

　　 "Get through!" The political commissar replied below: "We have contacted the 1073 regiment, and they will immediately send a company to relieve the siege."

　　 Hearing that reinforcements would be coming soon, I was relieved, squatted down with difficulty, put the gun on the door frame, aimed at the German army and pulled the trigger. The submachine gun works well in close combat, but it is not so easy to accurately hit a distant target. I blasted out the bullets in the magazine in one breath, and only splattered the body shell of one of the motorcycles, and even the hair of the German soldiers was not injured.

　　 My shooting once again attracted the attention of the Germans. Almost at the same time as I shot the bullets, a few flying bullets hit the door frame. Fortunately, I stepped back down two steps, otherwise I would be hit by a bullet.

Panfilov, who had been standing against the wall, first bent down and pulled out a magazine from the body of the German soldier. Then he took the submachine gun from my hand and said while changing the magazine: "Lida, don't shoot yet. , Stay here and wait patiently for a while. Our reinforcements will be here soon. When they arrive, we will rush out together."

　　 "Yes!" I promised to take the gun in his hand, squatted down, and listened to the movement outside with my ears erected. Although the gunshots outside still kept ringing, they were obviously much sparser than before. Except for the sporadic pistol and rifle shooting, most of the time, submachine guns and machine guns were clacking. Judging from the gunshots outside, most of the officers and men of the guard platoon were killed, and only a few survivors were still fighting stubbornly against the Germans.

Hearing that the Germans had an advantage outside, I couldn’t help raising the muzzle and pointing at the entrance, holding the trigger with my fingers, and preparing to shoot without hesitation as soon as I found someone coming up. I would never let the Germans rush into the division headquarters. .

　　 I don’t know how long it took, and no one came up from above, but I didn’t dare to relax in the slightest. Just when I was uneasy, the gunfire outside suddenly became intense again. Hearing the gunshots, I couldn't help feeling more flustered, turned my head and glanced at Panfilov who was standing next to him, only to find that his face was beaming.

　　 "Our reinforcements are here!" he said excitedly.

　　 As if to prove his judgment was correct, a voice suddenly sounded on his head: "Is there someone in there?" It was in Russian, which I am familiar with, instead of German.

"Lida, don't shoot, it's your own person." Panfilov lowered my muzzle with his hand, and then shouted at it, "I am the teacher Panfilov. Which part of you are you? ?"

　　 "We belong to the 1073 regiment. I heard that the division headquarters was attacked by the Germans. It was ordered to come to rescue." The person above answered and cautiously walked in from the outside. Seeing the people coming in wearing a khaki short fur coat and a cotton army cap, typical of our military outfit, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, put away the gun in my hand, and stood up straight.

The visitor was a lieutenant. He came to Panfilov, changed the pistol he was holding to his left hand, then raised his hand in salute, and reported: "Comrade General, 1073 Regiment Lieutenant Commander Ramis is here to report to you. My company is cleaning out the remnant enemies outside, please give me your instructions!"

　　 Hearing the gunfire outside thinned out again, it was estimated that the battle was nearing its end. Panfilov inserted his pistol into the holster and said, "Go, let's go out and have a look." After he raised his leg, he walked out.

　　 Seeing the lieutenant follow Panfilov out the door, I also followed out with the submachine gun, but my finger was still habitually placed on the trigger.

　　 When I walked to the door, the battle outside was over. Among the German soldiers who came for the sneak attack, in addition to the soldiers who were killed, three others were taken prisoners, and they were being escorted by the soldiers and walking towards this side.

　　Panfilov pointed to the German soldiers who had been taken over, and said to Ramis: "Go find someone who understands German, and interrogate these prisoners to see which unit they are from, and how many people are there?"

　　 "Yes!" The lieutenant agreed and ran forward with the gun in his hand.

"Da da da!" With three gunshots, Panfilov, who was standing in front of me, shook his body suddenly, then he covered his chest with his hands and fell back, and fell on mine with a "plop". Around.

　　 I was taken aback for a moment, and then I looked down. Next to the bodies of the two soldiers, there was a German soldier lying. He shot the bullets just now. I almost instinctively raised my gun and aimed at him, and slammed the trigger. Although the effect of long-range submachine gun shooting was not good, it couldn't be easier to hit a target a few meters away. The dense bullets immediately beat the wounded German soldier to blood and blood.

　　 I understand at this time that the two German soldiers who attacked the division headquarters just now were defeated in a fight with the guards, and the other was killed by Panfilov after throwing a grenade into the headquarters. I slapped the bullet in the magazine, and went forward to kick the German soldier who had been beaten to blood by me. I made sure that he could not die anymore before turning around to check Panfilov's injuries.

Panfilov lay on his back to the sky, lying on the ground convulsing constantly, the blood from the wound on his chest slowly merged into a stream, and the stream slowly melted into a river, and then slowly penetrated into the earth. , Slowly dyed that piece of white snow.

"My old buddy, what's the matter with you?" The soldiers who surrounded me and I stood in a daze in front of the teacher. The political commissar who came out of the room saw this scene, and rushed forward with a mournful cry and hugged Panfilo Husband's body.

　　 Seeing our group of people surrounded in a daze, the political commissar Yegorov couldn't help furious: "You are all stupid standing there and doing something, don't come to join hands and carry the comrade commander to the headquarters!"

　　 After hearing the political commissar angry, I came back to my senses and quickly commanded the people next to take action: "Four of you, help the political commissar to carry the division commander to the headquarters."

　　 The soldiers lifted Panfilov up with all hands and feet, and walked around to the headquarters. I called Lieutenant Ramis again and told him: "Comrade Lieutenant, you will bring a few people to the military doctor. Be fast!"

　　 "But!" Ramis said a little embarrassed: "Comrade commander just asked me to interrogate these German soldiers."

Hearing him say this, I couldn't help but get angry. Lao Maozi did things dull and couldn't distinguish the priorities. At the moment, I didn't save him face, so I yelled at him directly: "Just now, now is now! You didn't see how many of our comrades were killed by those German soldiers! He interrogated a fart, dragged all of them to the edge of the woods and shot them all, not one left!"

"Comrade Lieutenant Colonel! Isn't this a bit..." Ramis still wanted to refute me, but before he could finish speaking, I interrupted him and gave him an order directly: "This is my order. Do you understand? You should resolutely implement the orders of your superiors, instead of questioning them, hurry up and complete the tasks I have assigned!"

　　 "Yes!" Seeing that I was angry, Ramis reluctantly agreed and turned around to perform the task.

　　 With a few shots, the three German soldiers who had just been captured fell to the ground. I watched the process of the German soldier being shot with expressionlessly before turning around and walking into the command post with the gun.

　　 The wooden table that had just been overturned in the command post has been re-arranged, and a steam lamp has been hung on the roof again, illuminating the entire room. Panfilov was placed on a camp bed by the wall. The soldiers who had brought him in just now stood aside, while the political commissar was squatting on the bed, almost putting his lips to the teacher’s ear, shouting loudly. : "Ivan Vasilyevich, my dear old buddy, you wake up!"

　　 I also walked to the bed and saw that although the political commissar was shouting loudly, Panfilov had no reaction at all. "Old man, did you hear that? You have to stand it up and don't die. There will be too much work in the future. Maybe you will need to command the troops to counterattack tomorrow. Did you hear what I said?!..."

　　 But Panfilov's eyes were still closed. Seeing this scene, I couldn't help but sighed secretly. The bullet was shot in the chest and shed so much blood. It is estimated that the commander is more fortunate.

　　 "Report! Comrade Commander, I have called the military doctor, can I come in?" A report came from the door, and I followed the sound. It turned out that it was Ramis and another officer carrying a small leatherette box.

　　 "Hurry up! Come here and see what happened to Comrade Teacher?" The political commissar seemed to have grabbed the life-saving straw and greeted the two people who had just come in loudly.

The officer carrying the small box stepped forward, squatted down by Panfilov’s bed, grabbed his wrist to get a pulse, sighed gently, and moved his hand to the carotid artery of the teacher. Then stood up, shook his head and said, "It's too late, Comrade Commander has sacrificed!"

　　 "Nonsense." The political commissar stood up abruptly, grabbed the collar of the military doctor, and shouted angrily: "You must have made a mistake, the teacher is not dead, you should check again quickly."

The military doctor smiled bitterly and said: "Comrade Political Commissar, I have already checked carefully just now. The teacher has really sacrificed. You see that the breath is gone. The blood is also flowing out of the mouth. Please believe me, I am a person. A doctor who has been medical for nearly two decades will never even be confused about whether a person is alive or dead."

　　 After listening to the military doctor’s words, the political commissar took two steps back, sat down on the ground, and muttered: "No, no, you must be mistaken."

　　 "Comrade Commander, I have good news to tell you!" An officer rushed in with the voice. I looked back and found that it was Leviakin, the commander of the 1077 regiment who had left last night.

　　 Seeing a group of us standing in the room not talking, Leviakin, who came in, couldn’t help asking curiously, “What’s the matter with you, what happened?

　　 "Comrade Commander sacrificed!" I answered him in a low voice.

　　 "What, the comrade commander sacrificed?" He rushed to the bed in two steps and bent down to check Panfilov's body. When it was confirmed that this was not a joke, the whole person couldn't help but stood in a daze before the bed.

　　 Just when the room was sad, the phone on the desk rang untimely. Seeing the political commissar sitting on the ground muttering to himself, Leviakin stood in a daze in front of the body, I hurried over to the phone. Put the submachine gun on the table, then grabbed the microphone: "316 Division Command, please speak!"

　　 "Lida! It's you." Rokosovsky's excited voice came from the microphone: "Let General Panfilov answer the phone."

　　 I took a deep breath, and then replied in a low voice: "Comrade Commander, General Panfilov died!"

　　 "What?!" My words surprised Rokosovsky. He couldn't help raising his voice and asked, "What did you say? Say it again."

　　 "General Panfilov died!" I repeated what I said just now, and the tears I had been holding back finally came to my eyes. Hearing the other party hung up the phone, I also put down the microphone and wiped a tear from my face with my hand, but soon new tears welled up.

　　 When the phone rang again, I sniffed hard, then picked up the microphone again and said, "I am the headquarters of the 316th Infantry Division!"

　　 "Lida!" This time it was no longer Rokosovsky speaking, but Zhukov, commander of the front army.

　　 "Comrade General!" Hearing this long-lost voice, I couldn't help feeling a little excited: "General Panfilov died."

"I see, Lida. This is war~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Dead people are inevitable." Zhukov comforted me and said, "Don't be sad, I have a message, I hope you can convey it to Division 316 All commanders and fighters."

　　 "Go ahead, Comrade General!" I sniffed again as I spoke.

　　 "The Supreme Soviet has just made a decision: in order to commend the 316th Infantry Division for its bravery in the defense of Moscow and the great results it has achieved, it is specially awarded the honorable title of the Eighth Guards Division of the division!"

　　 "Awesome! Comrade Commander. I will convey the good news to all the officers and men of the 316th Infantry Division."

　　 "There is more!" Zhukov continued: "Are there any other commanders in the division now?"

　　 "Yes," I looked at the political commissar and general next to me, and replied, "In addition to Comrade Yegorov, the political commissar, there is also General Leviakin, the commander of the 1077 regiment."

　　 "I order you to immediately take over the command of the division!" Zhukov ordered.

　　 "But," I looked at the general standing next to him again, and said embarrassedly: "The highest rank here is Major General Leviakin. I think it is more appropriate for him to command the guards."

　　 "I order you to take over as the commander! Understand?" Zhukov commanded flatly.

　　 "Yes! Comrade Commander." I knew Zhukov's temper and knew that his orders were not to be violated, so I agreed to take over the command of the division.

　　 "I will convey this appointment to Rokosovsky, you quickly arrange the defense of the division. If you have any questions, you can call me directly." After this sentence, there was no sound in the microphone.