Chapter 33

The atmosphere in the car is very depressing.

Zhukov sat in the front row without saying a word, and the driver was just concentrating on driving. I sat in the back, bored through the window looking at the scenery outside, the forest tree leaves almost lost, and the grass on the ground is still green.

I fully understand Zhukov's feelings at this moment. He is feeling sorry for the students. Although he said that on the battlefield just now, he was also very clear in his heart that it would be in vain to let those children who are only adults, with their simple equipment, and with their young flesh and blood to hold such a battlefield and resist the German armored forces. In the face of this reality, he can do nothing. After all, there are no troops of our army behind them for the time being. If they don't find a way to stop the Germans, they will rush all the way to Moscow.

"Shayt," Zhukov said to the driver, "are you a borojino?" As soon as he spoke, the oppressive atmosphere in the car was swept away.

"Yes, Comrade General." The driver, shayt, replied cheerfully.

"Anyway, the road is boring, so you can tell us the glorious history of borojino." When I heard Zhukov's words, my attention immediately focused, because I knew nothing about this place. I hope I can learn more about this area through the driver's story.

"All right." The driver promised to tell us the story of borojino while driving. In June 1812, Napoleon, the French emperor who conquered most of Europe, led 600000 troops to invade Russia. He threatened to defeat Russia in half a year.

Because of the successive failures of the Russian army in the early days of the war, Czar Alexander I thought that it was because of the incompetence of the Russian army commander Prince de Tuoli, so he removed his post and replaced him with the old Kutuzov. Kutuzov, who was supported by his subordinates, assembled a large number of troops according to the changes in the situation on the battlefield, and took the initiative to fight a decisive battle with the French army in the borojino area in September.

Although the battle ended with the withdrawal of the Russian army, the French army failed to get along with it, and both sides suffered heavy casualties. Soon after he occupied Moscow, Napoleon was threatened by the shortage of troops and logistic supplies, and finally he had to withdraw from Moscow. At this time, Kutuzov took the opportunity to organize troops to carry out a comprehensive counterattack and completely defeated the invading French army. In the end, Napoleon fled back to Paris with only a few hundred people.

I also remember what kind of place it is when I listen to shayt. When I was a student in Tolstoy's war and peace, I saw this history described in the book, which is worthy of Russian pride. At that time, the Russians and the French fought a decisive battle here to determine the fate of the country. I didn't expect that one hundred and thirty years later, the Soviets would fight a decisive battle against the invading German devils here. Fortunately, both Napoleon and Hitler suffered a lot in this place called borogino.

The silent memory in my mind revived, recalling the details of the novel. I remember that later lemontov wrote a long poem called pologino. However, the poem was too long for me to remember completely, so I tentatively asked the driver, "do you remember the long poem" pologino "by lemontov

"Yes, of course!" The driver said excitedly, and then began to read aloud: "uncle, do you mean it? Moscow burned in flames, but not cheap? Didn't you fight several tough battles? It is said that it was extremely fierce at that time. No wonder we all in Russia remember borojino!... "

"... yes, our people at that time were not the people of today's generation. They were heroes - not like you! We had a hard time and didn't get many people back from the battlefield. If God didn't have that intention, how could he give up Moscow? " Zhukov read with interest.

While they were happily reciting this famous poem together, I suddenly heard a huge engine roar outside. I looked around in a hurry, concentrating on the source of the strange sound. When I looked out of the window, I saw a long gun pipe sticking out of the woods in front of me. Then a birch tree fell to the ground, and the turret of a tank appeared in my view.

"It's a German tank! Back up I interrupted the two men's poetry recitation and patted the driver anxiously on the shoulder.

The car suddenly stopped, and I hurriedly opened the safety of the submachine gun, ready to roll down the window and shoot out. Just then, a shell landed a few meters away from the car, exploded, splashed mud into the sky, and then hit the car heavily. The glass on my side was immediately covered with thick mud, completely blocking my view.

The driver made a quick turn and stepped on the gas to get out of the dangerous area. The machine guns on the German tanks began to fire, and a long string of bullets hit our bodies accurately, jingling. Then, another shell exploded behind the car, and the mud covered the glass behind the car tightly.

I thought I should shoot out. I quickly smashed the glass of the back window with the butt of my gun. I put out the submachine gun from the window, pointed it at the position of the enemy tank, and pulled the trigger. I was shooting instinctively. I didn't think it would have any effect to shoot a tank with a submachine gun. I didn't even hear the sound of bullets coming out of the tank. I just felt that the submachine gun was shaking in my hand and spewing a shuttle of bullets at the German tank.

"Rush into the forest." I heard Zhukov behind me shouting to the driver. The bullets in the disc were exhausted, and I skillfully replaced the new clip and continued to shoot at the tank. However, due to the bumpy car, most of the bullets I fired failed to hit the target. Maybe it was because the road was muddy and the German tanks were moving too slowly, so they just fired at us from a distance and didn't catch up with us. In a short time, we lost our efforts“ are you all right? Rita Zhukov in the front row asked with concern“ No injuries? "“ business as usual. Georgi konstantinovic. " Although there was no German tank behind, my heart was still pounding. When I heard Zhukov's question, I tried my best to make my knees no longer tremble and let my voice become calm. "The enemy has been rid of by us." We took a walk through the forest and did not arrive at the western front command in borojino until evening. As I got out of the car, I heard shayt counting bullet holes in the car. He looked up and said to us, "what a miracle! There were at least 40 bullets in the car body, and the trunk lid was screened, but the fuel tank and engine were still intact, so we can come back safely. It seems that we have God's blessing. "“ Come on, shayt Zhukov said, "count your miracles in the future. First drive the car to the maintenance station to repair it."“ Yes Shayt agreed and was about to open the door when Zhukov stopped her. Zhukov hugged him and said gratefully, "thank you, young man. You saved our lives."“ What are you saying? Comrade General. " "Look what you said," said shayt, somewhat surprised! I'm going to save my own life. It's not the same thing“ All right, "Zhukov said“ I won't forget it. It's rare for you to return to Bologna. I wanted to give you a few days off to go home and see your family. But I can't. the battle may be about to begin, shayt. Maybe in a day, maybe not a day, the battle will start He stopped for a moment and said, "now, you drive to the maintenance station immediately, immediately." Then he turned to me and said, "follow me to the headquarters, brave girl." Then walk to the house where the headquarters is. I looked at his back, then went up to shayt, looked at him and said sincerely, "thank you!" Then he picked up his toes and gave a kiss on his cheek. Without waiting for him to say anything, he immediately turned to Zhukov, who was walking in front of him.