Burning Moscow

　　 I summoned the surviving members of the team and counted the number of people. Except for Lukin, Aggie, Aguminte, injured Orlov, and Sapochuk and Restaev who had just returned to the team, three soldiers in the team died, and they all fell in front of me. Under the guns of the Germans.

Behind him came a series of loud slogans from Felstorff: "Line up!~~Quick, fast!~~Stand at attention!~~Turn right, form a four-line formation, run!~~" Then rang out. With the sound of footsteps, a large group of soldiers with guns and live ammunition ran past me under the leadership of Felstorf, with a uniform pace, demonstrating that this is a well-disciplined unit.

　　 "Comrade Commander," Lu Jin couldn't help but said when he saw the troops running towards the village, "Should we follow the past and see, maybe there are Germans in the village."

　　 I thought about it for a while. He made a lot of sense. The second lieutenant has never been to this village before, and they are not familiar with the situation in the village. How do they know where to find the radio station? Let's look at it better. So I nodded and agreed and said, "Okay, let's go!" Then I said to Aji, who was standing on the side with his head down, "I'll talk about you later. Now follow us to the village and take a look."

　　 I took a group of people to follow the team towards the direction of the village, deliberately let Aji walk by my side, let outsiders feel that I trust him very much, and then let him follow him as a bodyguard. In fact, I was worried that he would resent me for what happened last night, and shot my black gun behind me while I wasn't paying attention, so I can feel at ease by putting him within sight.

　　The soldiers are standing by the edge of the forest, waiting for my order to attack. I looked at the house where the team rested last night with a binoculars. There was no movement at all, unlike someone staying in it.

　　 "Felstoff!" I called the ensign's name loudly.

　　 "Here!" Hearing my shout, the second lieutenant holding a TT pistol in his left hand ran up to me, saluted me and asked, "Can you launch an attack? Comrade Commander."

"Yes!" I nodded, and then gave him a series of instructions: "Although a dozen German devils were killed in the forest just now, I don't know if there are any remaining Germans in the village. So you have to send them first. People occupy the house in front and set up a fire spot there." I pointed to the house where I rested last night, and then said: "Then I will send someone to the house to search for it. The radio is set there. , I hope it hasn’t been transferred by the Germans.” After I said that, I looked at the darkening sky and added: “It’s getting late. You have to make a quick fight and try to resolve the battle within ten minutes.”

　　 "Understood!" Festov saluted me again and ran away.

Soon his loud voice came over again: "Get out of the skirmish formation and march forward!" Following his command, the soldiers who had been ready to go, lined up the skirmishers and charged towards the house. go with. No one spoke, the surroundings were surprisingly quiet, only the chaotic footsteps of the soldiers. But when the skirmish line was less than ten meters away from the gate, gunfire suddenly rang.

　　 It was not our soldiers shooting, but the crisp roar of German submachine guns from windows and gates. The intense firepower knocked down the soldiers who were impacting. The remaining soldiers hurriedly squatted on the snow and fired at the German soldiers in the house.

　　The situation I least want to see happened. I didn't expect that there were Germans hidden in this house. Judging from the intensity of firepower, there are at least a dozen people inside. I yelled at Aguminte who was standing next to him: "Aguminte, shoot! Get rid of all the German devils who shot."

　　 Aguminte lay down on the snow with his hands and feet dexterously, and fired a shot in the direction of the house with an unusual calmness, and the submachine gun at the gate was immediately dumb. A soldier close to the house took the opportunity to jump up, rushed towards the gate with a rifle, and tried to break in. After running a few steps, he was knocked down by a bullet shot from the window. I found that the soldiers lying on the snow were very disadvantaged by shooting at the enemy hidden in the building. After a while, several soldiers were hit, and the blood stained a large area of ​​the snow.

"Comrade Commander!" Just as I was anxious by the casualties of the soldiers, the voice of the instructor Pavlov came from behind. He ran to my side panting and said loudly: "The German firepower is too fierce. Shall we attack with artillery fire?"

　　 "Artillery fire attack?!" Hearing what he said, I couldn't help but froze. Could it be that the Soviet army also has advanced communications like the US military and can call for artillery support at any time? I asked in a puzzled way: "What kind of artillery? Where can there be artillery to support us?"

He pointed behind him and said: "We found a lot of 50mm and 82mm mortars in the arms warehouse, and selected some soldiers who had been artillerymen to form an artillery company. They can serve as attackers. We provide artillery support."

　　 I looked back, didn't it? Dozens of soldiers carrying barrels, gun mounts and ammunition boxes were running towards me. He stood up excitedly and shouted happily: "Come to me, set up the cannon, and beat up these **** Germans!"

　　 After the ten mortars were installed, the artillery quickly and skillfully adjusted the shooting angle. Following Pavlov's command, the ammunition hand put the cannonball into the barrel. After a series of bangs, the shells roared and exploded around the house, mud and snow splashed, and shrapnel smashed against the wall.

　　 "Where are you hitting? All missed! Aim for me and hit it well!" Seeing that no shells hit the target, I couldn't help but yell at the artillery. After roaring, I also regretted it. Maybe it was because I saw so many soldiers sacrificed, so I was a bit too impulsive. The first artillery shells were all of the nature of test firing. There is nothing wrong with not being able to hit the target. Indiscriminately indiscriminately angered them, it really shouldn't be.

　　 No one of the artillery retorted me, but adjusted the position of the artillery and reloaded and fired. This time the shooting was very accurate. The shells exploded at the gate and the window, and the German shooting in the room was also interrupted. The shells that fell in the third round directly blasted the door open.

　　 "Comrades, rush!" Aji who was beside me roared, and rushed forward with his bayonet-mounted rifle. At a distance of more than 50 meters, although the snow was very deep, he still ran by more than a dozen seconds. Under his leadership, the soldiers who had been lying on the ground also stood up and rushed towards the gate.

　　 I clearly saw in the telescope that when they rushed to five or six meters from the gate, a few German soldiers walked out of the house with their hands high and shouting loudly. But Aggie actually did something that made me dumbfounded. He shot one of the soldiers down, then rushed forward and back and stabbed a few times with a bayonet. Under his demonstration effect, the other soldiers shot one by one, interrupting the surrendered soldiers, and then rushed to make up for a few knives. In less than a minute, the house was occupied by our army, the battle ended victoriously, and the German soldiers were all killed without any remaining.

　　 The radio was moved out of the house, but it was no longer usable. In the short shelling, a shrapnel that flew in through the window broke the radio’s battery. Lukin, Sapochuk, and Restaev also carried a **** corpse from the house. When I saw it, it was the old lady named Ayuna from last night.

　　 Orlov pointed to the old lady's body and said angrily: "It was this **** old lady who led the Germans."

"Why did she lead the Germans here?" When I said this, I glanced at Aggie deliberately and thought: If it weren't for what you did yesterday, the old lady might not have been to Germany. People whispered.

　　 I didn’t expect Orlov’s answer to surprise me. He said angrily: “This old lady is not a Russian, but a rich peasant who fled here from Ukraine.”

　　 "Rich peasant?! This old lady turned out to be a rich peasant?" Pavlov's voice came from behind, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, "If it is a rich peasant, it can explain why she confided to the Germans."

　　 "Why?" This time it was my turn to be puzzled, and I asked Pavlov: "What the **** is going on?"

　　 "This..." Pavlov looked left and right, with a hesitant expression. I understood that he must have something that could not be said in the public, so I pointed to the house where I was resting last night and said, "Let's go there and talk."

　　 Going back to the room where I was resting last night, I then asked Pavlov: "Comrade Instructor, why would you tell the Germans why the old lady is a rich peasant?"

　　 "Have you heard of the Great Famine in Ukraine?"

　　 Great Famine? I racked my brains and tried to recall this historical event. I vaguely remember that the Great Famine seemed to have occurred in 46 years. Not long after the Great Patriotic War ended, Stalin proposed to Ukraine, known as the granary, the amount of food handed over to the central government that year. Because he considered that Ukraine was still in the post-war recovery period, the amount of grain requisitioned was lower than before the war, but in this way, the amount of grain requisitioned far exceeded the limit that the people could bear at that time. As the general secretary of Ukraine at the time, Khrushchev also discovered this problem, but for the sake of his personal future, he finally chose to remain silent. After the country's grain was emptied, a great famine inevitably occurred. In just a few months, nearly a quarter of the population was starved to death. So that after Khrushchev ascended the throne of supreme power, he built a statue in Kiev to mourn the people lost in this unfortunate catastrophe. But it's only 41 years now! Five years before the Great Famine, how could Pavlov know about this? Is he also a traverser like me?