Chapter 87

Half asleep and half awake, I felt as if the car had slowed down, so I tried to open my eyes. While rubbing his eyes, he asked the driver next to him, "are you going to the destination?"

"Soon, comrade commander, we have arrived at Pushkin square. We will arrive at Red Square in five minutes."

I looked out of the car window. Pushkin's bronze statue is on the left side of the road. It seems that it has entered the martial law area. On both sides of the road, an armed man stands every few meters. From the uniform, except the soldiers of the garrison, the police, the traffic police, and even the workers' pickets, they all carry bayonet rifles, Standing on the side of the road like nails.

"Comrade commander," the driver said softly again.

"What's the matter?" I asked, looking at him.

"It's time to change your clothes. I think everyone else is wearing a short fur coat in khaki. You are the only one wearing a white camouflage suit."

After listening to what the driver said, I found that my camouflage suit really needed to be changed. It was so dirty that I couldn't see the original color because of the bloodstain and mud. Besides, there was a shortage of water at the station, so I didn't have the condition to wash clothes, so I always wore this dirty clothes. But this little thing can't help me. I'm still wearing a tawny short fur coat inside. So I carefully moved krochkov's head from my shoulder to the window glass, and then began to take off the belt and take off my coat.

After taking off the clothes outside, although I was in the car, I still felt a chill. I took the medal off my camouflage suit and pinned it carefully to my fur coat. Then I put on my belt and my briefcase. Just after all this, the car has arrived at its destination and stopped steadily beside the Gumm shopping mall.

I pushed krochkov beside me and said, "Hey, wake up, comrade instructor, here we are."

Krochkov, who was still sleeping, immediately opened his eyes and said excitedly, "it's Red Square!" Then he pushed the door open and jumped down.

I asked the driver, "will you take us back later?"

"Of course, I'll wait for you by the Moscow river. As soon as the inspection is over, you can take your troops back to the front line When he said this, he took a look at the camouflage clothes and submachine guns I put on my knees and offered to say, "you can put these clothes and submachine guns on the car. Anyway, you have to go back by car later."

Thank you I said, putting my clothes and submachine gun on my seat and jumping out of the open door.

"Comrade instructor, look what you look like. Quickly gather the team and go to the square." As soon as I got out of the car, I saw an officer with a lieutenant colonel's badge lecturing krochkov.

"What's the matter?" I asked curiously and walked towards them.

"What else?"?! As soon as the commander got out of the car, he stood here and stretched himself. He didn't know how to gather the troops and go to the station as soon as possible... "The officer turned to me and saw me standing in front of him. After half of the words, he stopped.

"Hello! Comrade commander, I didn't expect to see you here. I'm so happy. " At a glance, I recognized the officer standing in front of me. It was no one else. It was Colonel bezikov who almost went to the execution with me.

He took my active hand, shook it a few times, and said excitedly, "commander o'shanina, I didn't expect to see you here. It's so nice to see you here. How are you doing? "

"OK, thank you for your concern."

While we were talking about the past politely, kroshkov whispered: "Comrade commander, is it time for us to enter the whole team?"

Hearing what he said, I found that this time was really not suitable for reminiscence, so I answered him, "gather the team first, and I'll be there in a minute." Seeing kroshkov greeting the soldiers who had just got off the bus, he cried out, "come here, team up!" Taking this opportunity, I asked bzikov in a low voice, "what happened just now? When I got out of the car, I saw you criticizing instructor kroshkov. "

"No big deal. It's just that after he gets off the bus, he doesn't gather the troops and still stands there to stretch out, which is harmful to the image of the soldiers. In the future, just tell him to pay attention. " He said a few understatement, and I shook hands, turned to continue his work. I've been in Moscow for many years, and I know that stretching, sneezing and so on in public will be looked down upon and disgusted by people. So it's not surprising that bzikov did that to kroshkov just now.

The inspection teams are all arranged in front of the Gumm shopping mall in the east of Red Square, facing Lenin's tomb and the Kremlin, while our team is at the northernmost side of the whole team. Standing opposite us were soldiers of the Central Guard Corps, who drew a cordon along the west side of Red Square and with their back to Lenin's tomb. The viewing platforms on the left and right sides of Lenin's tomb are full of people, all of whom are important party and government officials. Because of the distance, I don't know if there are people I know inside.

Snowflakes falling from the sky, not only dyed the red square ground white, but also turned the soldiers' shoulders and backs into a vast expanse of white.

When the bell on the clock tower began to ring, Stalin, wearing a gray coat and hat, accompanied by a group of heavyweights, slowly walked up to the rostrum on Lenin's tomb. After the ninth stroke of the bell, the military band under the palace wall sounded the horn.

As soon as the trumpet was over, Stalin's familiar voice came out through the trumpet placed on the wall of Gumm Mall: "Red Army and red navy soldiers, commanders and political workers, male and female guerrillas, comrades! The whole world is watching you as a force capable of destroying the German aggressors and bandits. The enslaved European peoples under the oppression of the German aggressors are watching you as their liberators. The great mission of liberation has fallen on your shoulders. Don't let this mission down! Your war is a war of liberation, a war of justice. "

I can feel that Stalin is very excited at this time. His speech speed is much slower than that on the platform of the Kremlin. Stalin stopped for a moment, took a deep breath, and then said in a more determined tone, "let's look at the heroic images of our great predecessors - Alexander Nevsky, Dmitry Donskoy, Dmitry pocharski, Kozma minen, Alexander Suvorov, Mikhail Kutuzov, Let us inspire you in this war, let the banner of victory of the great Lenin guide you, and march forward to victory under the banner of Lenin! "

As soon as his voice fell, the whole audience burst into cheers, and thousands of throats chanted: "Wula ~! Wula!! Wula

At the beginning of the call, I was still very calm. I even had time to recall the scene when I arrived at Red Square in 2002. When the day came, Red Square had been closed, and the police on duty separated the tourists from the square with iron fences. At that time, a group of middle-aged and old people holding high the Soviet Union's national flag were standing outside the fence. One of them, a middle-aged man with a beard, saw a lot of foreign tourists around, and waved the flag and cried out: "the 85th anniversary of the great October Revolution, Wula!" When the voice of "Wula" became loud, he opened his voice to sing the Internationale.

The commanders and fighters in the square chanted "Wula" over and over again I couldn't help shouting. I didn't stop until someone was pulling at my sleeve.

The one who pulled my sleeve was a soldier with a red sleeve on his left arm. He came close to my ear and said in a loud voice, "Comrade commander, take your troops to the front of the history museum right away. We are going to review them."

I nodded and saw that the soldier went to another queue to inform the other commanders one by one. Then I turned to krochkov and said, "Comrade instructor, take the troops to the museum. The inspection will begin soon."

Krochkov happily agreed, and then began to give orders in a loud voice: "everyone, listen to my command: turn right, march together!"

Today's review ceremony was arranged in a very compact way. Almost as soon as Stalin's speech was over, the parade began. Walking in front of us is an army from Siberia. The soldiers in the square array are carrying bayonet rifles, following several commanders, walking forward with vigorous steps.

Our phalanx followed closely. I stood on the far right of the front row of the phalanx, that is, when I passed Lenin's tomb, I was the nearest commander to Stalin. Before we started, we were reminded by the officers of the guard Regiment: don't go straight, just walk together.

I can fully understand this strange order. The ground in red square is paved with stones. Once it rains or snows, the ground will be very slippery. In previous years, before the military parade ceremony, the commanders of the military and the leaders of the traffic police forces would draw the road routes on the square together, and there was a special person responsible for the snow removal work of the square. However, the decision of the military parade was very sudden, so some preparatory work was not carried out. In addition, with the Russian army's forward step, the legs were raised at a right angle of 90 degrees to the ground, so it was difficult for ordinary troops to complete this movement. Because of the slippery road and the fear that everyone's movements were not standard, the rule of going straight when passing the reviewing stand was cancelled.

On this occasion, I was very nervous, so when I left, I couldn't help looking left and right. After a few steps, I found that krochkov had raised his hand to his temples and began to salute. No way, I can only obediently learn from him to lift his hands.

As the square array passed Lenin's tomb, I could clearly see Stalin standing on it. He also put his hand on his temples and saluted the commanders and fighters passing by him. He was accompanied by a bearded soldier in a leather hat and Marshal's uniform standing next to him. I easily recognized marshal bujoni, who had been challenging me from the Kremlin podium. He seemed to recognize me from the queue, and even nodded to me with a smile.

It wasn't until I got down the wasiri slope that I put my hand down and breathed a sigh of relief. When they came to the Moscow River, from time to time, officers of the guard regiment came to direct the troops coming from Red Square to turn left or right, and a special person led them to find their vehicles.

We walked west along the river and passed by a long line of trucks parked on the side of the road, but we didn't see the three trucks that had just sent us. I can't help worrying. If I can't find those trucks, my submachine gun will be lost soon.

Just when I was in a hurry, the door of a truck not far in front of me opened. A driver half leaned out of the cab and yelled, "Comrade commander, here it is."