Chapter 129

When lieutenant commander sherebriavko walked out of the headquarters, the political commissar asked me seriously: "Comrade Rita, the troops on the front line are seriously insufficient. We should not be so selfish and leave a company of soldiers to protect our own safety."

I gave a bitter smile and thought that the commissar really didn't have a long memory. Before general Panfilov's bones were cold, he was cured and his wounds were forgotten. If the security work is not strengthened and the headquarters is taken away by the enemy, the team without command will fall into a mess, and then the enemy can easily defeat or destroy them.

Without waiting for me to speak, the political commissar went on to say, "in fact, the security work of the division headquarters is completely completed by the logistics department. That's what we used to do."

No wonder the division commander will sacrifice and the guard platoon will be almost annihilated because of your wrong thinking. Although I was particularly dissatisfied with him in my heart, I still wanted to explain to him: "the commanders and fighters in the logistics department are inexperienced in fighting, and they are not well equipped. Once they fight, they are easy to suffer big losses..."

"But our soldiers were all very brave. In the face of the ferocious enemy, no one was afraid to retreat." With that, the political commissar raised a bar with me.

"Our commanders and fighters are holding pistols to fight against the enemy with submachine guns and machine guns. It's not a level contest at all. When a pistol is fired, the opponent can fire a row of bullets. Let alone our inexperienced logistics personnel, Rambo is here. If you ask him to fight with the enemy armed to the teeth with a pistol, he will still be beaten into a sieve by random guns. "

"Rambo?! Who is Rambo? " Asked the commissar curiously.

Although the temperature in the room was very low, when the political commissar asked me this, I was so scared that my cold sweat came out. How could I be so quick to talk again that even Rambo could say it. I replied: "Rambo, Rambo should be a legendary god of war. It is said that he is a hero who can't fight to death."

"Is it?" The commissar said in a suspicious tone: "it's a legendary figure in that country, Greece, Rome or Persia. How come I've never heard of such a figure?"

"Report, may I come in?" The report from the door interrupted the commissar and directly relieved me.

"Come in." I saw that it was lieutenant Ramis calling for a report, so I asked him with a smile, "what's the matter?"

"Report to the division commander and political commissar that in order to prevent another German attack, I have set up enough firepower points and guard posts near the division headquarters. I came to ask specifically, "is there anything else to do?"

"What did you do with the bodies of the dead soldiers?" Asked the commissar without expression.

"They have been buried in the forest and marked. When the battle is over, they will move their graves again."

"Well done." I went up and patted him on the shoulder, and then said, "you can go out. If there's anything, I'll call you."

"Yes." Ramis saluted and left the headquarters.

The commissar and I sat in front of the table and looked at each other. No one spoke. The atmosphere in the room became particularly dull for a moment. I was about to speak when the wound on my shoulder suddenly began to hurt without warning, and I took a breath of cold air. When the political commissar saw it, he immediately asked with concern, "what's the matter with you, Rita? Is the wound hurting again?"

"Mm-hmm, it hurts. It really hurts. It hurts a lot!" I wanted to gripe my teeth, but the pain still made me cry out.

"Come on, lie down on the bed and have a rest. You'll be all right soon." The commissar came up to help me and let me lie down on the March bed beside the wall. I looked at the bed where the body of general Panfilov was still lying. I could not help hesitating. But I could not resist the commissar's concern, so I had to close my eyes and lie down.

The left shoulder was injured. I was afraid that sleeping would oppress the wound, so I had to sleep on the right side. Although I stayed up last night and tried to close my eyes, I couldn't sleep at all because of the pain.

I don't know how long I've been lying in bed. Because of the pain, I can't sleep, so I just sit up. Sitting up and scanning around, I found that the political commissar was not in the room, and I didn't know where he would go at this time.

I'm the only one in the headquarters, and now I'm sitting in the place where I used to lie dead. I can't help feeling a little hairy in my heart. Coupled with the pain of the wound, I feel restless. I just go out for a walk to see what's going on outside?

As soon as I got to the door, I met the commissar who was about to enter. When he saw me, he was surprised and asked, "Rita, why did you get up and don't sleep a little longer?"

"What's the situation with the army?" Instead of answering his questions, I asked my own concerns.

"According to the latest information, the 1073 and 1075 regiments are withdrawing from the city in an orderly manner, and the 1077 regiment is also breaking up into parts, dispersing into the city as a unit of company and platoon, and waging street battles with the German army."

I still stood at the door and asked, "didn't the troops suffer any loss during the retreat?"

"No The political commissar shook his head and said, "the German army did not expect that we would suddenly give up our position. They were afraid that this was the trap we set for them, so the German army in the South and West had temporarily stopped attacking."

I listened attentively. In the distant city, only a few guns were heard, and they were mainly concentrated in the north of the original 1077 regiment. As the political commissar said, there was no movement in the southwest“ Let's go in, "the commissar volunteered." we can get in touch with all the troops by telephone. "“ Good I promised to follow the political commissar into the headquarters. When I returned to the table and sat down again, the commissar asked me, "Rita, have you reported your combat plan to the higher authorities? If you don't get their approval, you'll lose your head if you make any mistakes. " Listening to the political commissar's words, I was scared out of a cold sweat again. Yes, I mobilized my troops without asking for instructions. It's fair to say that I won the battle. If I want to lose the battle, I will lose wolos ramsk. It's estimated that even Zhukov can't protect me. Thinking of this, I quickly picked up the telephone microphone on the desk and asked the political commissar to help me get the handle. I wanted to report my combat deployment to the higher authorities. Without waiting for a phone call, the gunfire outside suddenly gathered. I quickly put down the phone, the first out of the house, overlooking the direction of the city. Hearing the dense explosion and seeing the rising fire and smoke from time to time, I can't help but feel depressed. The German army is shelling the city fiercely, and the density of shelling is still so high. What's the matter with the retreating troops? Will they suffer heavy losses?