Burning Moscow

Chapter 38 The Battle Near the Headquart

On the way back to the headquarters of the Front Army, I was in a bad mood, and the words of Banjun as Banhu made sense. Being a errand in the Kremlin really made people feel precarious. Maybe yesterday, the scenery was endless, but today. Was immediately put into a separate volume. Now it seems that my decision to come to the front with Zhukov is so wise, no matter what circumstances in the future, whoever proposes me to work in the Kremlin, I must firmly refuse.

Maybe it’s because I’m in a bad mood. Sayyet didn’t speak either, but drove the car silently.

“Comrade Major!” I was boredly removing the magazine of the submachine gun in my hand and installing it, and then removing it and installing it again. Suddenly, I heard Said calling me by the side. I turned my head to look at him, and asked in a daze, “What’s the matter?”

“After another two kilometers, we will be at the front headquarters.”

“Really?!” Hearing what he said, I immediately turned my head to look at the forest outside the window. No, the terrain here looks familiar. At the current speed, I can reach my destination in a few minutes.

“Boom!” Suddenly, twenty meters in front of the car, there was an explosion, and a cloud of mud rose into the sky.

Sayyet slammed on the brakes, and the car plunged into a puddle, splashing a large amount of muddy water. I was caught off guard and hit the windshield. Fortunately, the cotton hat acts as a buffer, otherwise it will either be broken glass or broken head. I ignored the bumped head, opened the door and jumped out. I looked up at the gray sky. Not only did I not see the plane, but I didn’t even hear the rumble of the engine.

Just then, there was another explosion. Now about ten meters to the left of the car, there is another black smoke with mud rushing towards the night.

“Fall down!” I followed Said’s loud yelling, and fell to the ground. After a while, I lifted my head slightly and looked around in astonishment.

Another cloud of mud flew up into the sky, and then crackled on the roof of the car. This time the explosion was very close.

“This was shot by a German devils with a mortar, Comrade Major!” Said exclaimed.

There was a sudden intensive gunfire in the direction of the front army headquarters. Although the gunfire was very weak, the sound of the familiar Popov submachine gun could still be heard. Headquarters under attack? Did the Germans also engage in decapitation tactics and sent special forces to carry out a sneak attack on the headquarters?

“Comrade Major!” Said called me loudly from the other side of the car. “We can’t stay here anymore, we have to go back to the headquarters as soon as possible.” As he said, he pulled the door and got in to start the car. I didn’t know that the car didn’t start even after it started for a long time.

“Sait,” I got up from the ground and called to the driver in the car: “Get out of the car, let’s go back to the headquarters on foot.” I saw a few figures shaking in the forest in the distance. Regardless of whether it was his own or the German army, he rushed over with his gun.

rushed forward more than a dozen steps. I can see that the figures are German devils wearing steel helmets and gray-green military uniforms. There are still a lot of snow-white parachutes hanging from the trees behind them. They seem to be enemy paratroopers. I hurried to the ground, squeezed the trigger of the submachine gun, and fired a series of bullets at them.

I knocked down two or three. The remaining German devils bent over, put their submachine guns against their abdomen, and gradually ran closer, their facial features were clearly visible. I looked back in the direction where the car was parked, wanting to see why Sayyt hadn’t come to help. At this moment, a mortar shell directly hit the car. An explosion blasted the car into a ball of fire.

“Sait!” I yelled at the burning car. The sacrifice of my comrades in arms made me burn full of anger and dispelled the original fear in my heart. I roared and stood up, firing at the enemy with my submachine gun. When I emptied the bullets in the magazine, I found that the German devils who rushed over just now had all become ghosts under my gun.

I turned around and was about to run to the car to see how Sait was going. At this time, the car had a bigger explosion, and the oncoming heat wave forced me to crawl on the ground.

I got up from the ground, wiped the unknowingly falling tears with my sleeves, finally glanced at the burning car, and rushed towards the headquarters with my submachine gun.

The more he ran forward, the gunfire became more intense. When I ran, I saw the two sides of the exchange of fire. The Germans were few in number, and they retreated under the fierce attack of our guards. In our army’s offensive queue, in addition to many commanders at the rank of lieutenant, there are even a few commanders with the rank of generals charging with submachine guns in the team. It seems that even the staff officers in the headquarters have put in a counterattack against the enemy’s surprise attack.

I also joined the assault team. The violent power of the submachine gun showed great power in the close shooting. Wherever it was swept, a swath of enemies would fall.

There was no suspense in the battle. The German paratroopers were quickly wiped out. More than a hundred people were either killed or captured alive, and none of them slipped through the net.

I followed a lieutenant general and came to Zhukov’s room. As soon as I opened the door, I saw Zhukov sitting at the table looking at the map. There was a Popov submachine gun on the map. It seemed that if the situation was not good, he planned to carry the gun to fight the Germans himself.

The lieutenant general saluted Zhukov and reported loudly: “Report to Comrade General that all the enemy’s paratroopers have been wiped out.” Seeing Zhukov did not seem to react at all, he quickly added: ” How many prisoners have been caught, do you want to interrogate?”

“No time.” Zhukov said without lifting his head, and continued to write something in a notebook.

“Do I need to report this to Base Camp?” The Lieutenant General made a suggestion, hoping to attract Zhukov’s attention.

Zhukov stopped the pen in his hand, looked up at the lieutenant general, and asked indifferently: “Why?”

Lieutenant General did not say anything, and after saluting again, he left the room and closed the door smoothly.

After the lieutenant general left, I took a few steps forward, came to Zhukov, paid a military salute to him, and then reported: “Comrade General, I am back. On your order, I have come from Strelkovka. The village picked up your mother and sent it to Moscow safely. But when I went, your sister and her children had already moved in advance.”

Zhukov nodded and stood up, patted my shoulder gently, and said, “Good job, my dear! You are so good.” After a pause, he asked, “Where is Sayyt?”

Hearing his question, my nose was sour, tears could not help but I could not help but choked up and said: “We were on the way back to the headquarters when we encountered a German paratrooper’s mortar attack. The car was hit directly and he… Sacrifice.”

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