Chapter 127

The sky was overcast, the thick clouds were low, and the snowflakes had been falling down.

Just now, when the two leaders of the 1073 and 1075 regiments arrived at the headquarters, they were forced to wait for the political commissar outside the headquarters to hold an open-air memorial service for general Panfilov.

A half ton open top truck was parked outside the door. I don't know whether it was brought by the two leaders or transferred by the political commissar from other places. Anyway, listen to the political commissar, and as soon as the memorial service is over, send someone to take the remains of general Panfilov to Moscow City in this car.

Outside the headquarters of the division, more than 200 soldiers stood like a piece of trees. They surrounded the political commissar standing on the stump and listened to his speech with serious expression.

I stood two or three meters behind the commissar, with my left hand hanging on my chest and a submachine gun in my right hand. I think if I change my submachine gun into a duster and my military uniform into a monk's robe, it will be a one armed God nun.

Although I have been absent-minded, most of what the political commissar on the stump said got into my ears. When he told the soldiers how the division commander rushed into the enemy to fight bravely before he died, I was stunned. You know, when general Panfilov was shot and killed, I just stood by and witnessed the whole process. I remember that after he was shot, he didn't say a word. He covered his chest and fell on the snow. He didn't even shout any heroic words. How could he start to rush into the enemy?!

When I was thinking about it, I suddenly felt that it was quiet around me. I quickly turned to look around and found that the political commissar had stopped talking. He took the lead to take off his hat and lead all the soldiers. He bowed his head to mourn for the blanket covered general's body on the stretcher.

I quickly slung the submachine gun on my shoulder and took off my cotton cap. The weather is very cold, the cold wind blows, I suddenly feel a cold forehead, brain melon seeds were frozen painful. I wanted to put the hat back immediately, but as soon as I saw that all the people around me were bareheaded and buried in silence, I couldn't do anything special, so I had to stick to it.

Although the time of silence is very short, less than a minute, it is as long as a century for me. When the commissar spoke again, I couldn't wait to put my hat on my head, and pressed my forehead with my hand until I felt the cold slowly leave me.

The four soldiers raised the stretcher on which general Panfilov's body lay and looked solemnly at the truck. When we got to the car, the stretcher stopped. The two soldiers who had been standing on the car put down the rear fender first, then squatted down to help the soldiers under the car carry the stretcher into the car.

"Comrades!" The voice of political commissar rang out: "let's shoot to see off the brave teacher!" With that, he took out his pistol and raised it high above his head. At his command, more than 200 weapons of various calibres pointed to the sky. I took off the submachine gun from my shoulder and aimed at the air.

With the start of the car, there was a lot of gunfire. All the people pulled the trigger. The sound of machine guns, submachine guns, rifles and pistols became one. I ran out of bullets in the gun cleanly, and then hung the submachine gun on my shoulder again. After all, it was too tired to hold one hand.

"Comrades!" When the trucks driving along the uneven dirt road disappeared from everyone's sight, the political commissar began to speak again: "I have good news to tell you. Due to the bravery and tenacity of our division in the battle of defending volokoramsk and the brilliant results, the Supreme Soviet awarded us the red flag medal, and changed our division's name to a soldier who stood close to the political commissar after hearing this amazing news. He was excited and yelled at the soldiers around him: "do you hear me? The Supreme Soviet awarded us the honorary title of the eighth division of the guards

For the Soviet people who love honor, what is more cheering than winning the praise of the supreme commander and conferring the title of honor?

One person, two people, three people, first the people around us, and then even the soldiers standing in the distance cheered loudly. Everyone was cheering with all his strength: "Wula! Wula

The soldiers are shouting, the political commissar is also shouting, everyone is shouting, in the end, even I was infected by this atmosphere, I can't help shouting with them, all people are shouting the same sentence: "Wula! Wula

When the cry was almost over, the commissar made a gesture and yelled, "everyone, please be quiet. Next, let the new division commander, Lieutenant Colonel oshanina, speak to us." When it was quiet, he jumped off the stump and asked me to deliver my inaugural address.

Finally, it was my turn to shine on the stage. I held my hat on my head with my hand and stepped on the stump. Someone helped me to stand on the stump.

In the flying snowflakes, I face the black head, formed an irregular team, in the face of a face full of smoke, raised his hand to solemnly respect a military salute.

"Comrades, our brave division commander, general Panfilov, has died, and so have many comrades in arms. Although they can't speak any more, they can't fight with us anymore, but they still live in our hearts, and their achievements will last forever... "I feel that I can't speak any more, and my eyes are wet.

The sound of gunfire and explosion from afar filled my short silence. I took a deep breath, stabilized my mood for a moment, and then went on to say: "now general Panfilov has died, but we are still shouldering the sacred mission of defending Moscow. We will continue to fight with the bandits here. Although the battle in the future will be more arduous, the division commander will be with us, and his spirit in heaven will bless us to win the final victory! "“ Victory—— Wula!!! Victory—— Wula The soldiers began to cheer again. Standing on the stump, I couldn't help but smile bitterly. I once again felt that Lao maozi's vocabulary was too poor. Apart from the word "Wula", was there no more words to express my feelings? When I got down from the stump, the political commissar stood up and said a few words. Then, with his order to disband, the soldiers immediately scattered. I called lieutenant Ramis, who passed by me, and ordered him to say, "Comrade lieutenant, from today on, your company will be the security guard of the division headquarters, under the direct command of the division headquarters."“ However, "he said hesitantly," my company is under the jurisdiction of 1073 regiment. Without a formal written order, is it appropriate for us to be directly under the jurisdiction of division headquarters? " Then he glanced at a commander standing not far away. I resisted the impulse of kicking him, patiently explained to him: "in the enemy's sneak attack just now, the security force of the division headquarters has completely lost. At present, your company is the closest and most complete unit to the division headquarters. Who should you go to for the security work of the division headquarters I glanced at the colonel, and raised his voice, "I am now division commander, Konoe eighth division. Everything I do has the final say, do you understand?" Yes Ramis reluctantly accepted the reality, saluted me and ran away. The political commissar took my hand and called several commanders around him, saying, "comrades, don't stand here. Go to the headquarters. It's time for us to discuss the next operational deployment."