Chapter 676

The soldier who spoke to me turned to another soldier and said, "go to inform the battalion commander that there are many Germans in the building, and ask him to bring people to support immediately!"

The soldier nodded his head and agreed to leave. I quickly grabbed him and said in a low voice, "Comrade soldier, do you have a grenade on you? If you have, give me two. "

The soldier took out two grenades from his waist and put them into my hand. He said in a low voice, "Sir, be careful." Then he quickly ran downstairs.

The remaining soldier carefully looked around and said in a low voice, "Sir, I'll go up and have a look." With that, he walked up the stairs with a gun and a cat on his waist. I squatted on the stairs, raised the muzzle of my gun and pointed it upstairs, intending to shoot as soon as there was any movement.

The soldier just walked up a few steps. Suddenly I heard a creak. The door of the room nearest to us opened. A fully armed German soldier rushed out from inside and fired at the soldier on the stairs. The soldier, who had been shot several times, lay silent on the stairs.

"Damn the Krauts!" I roared, turned the muzzle of the gun, pulled the trigger at the German soldier. The huge impact of the bullet made him turn several times before he fell to the ground. I hung my submachine gun around my neck, pulled the two grenades that were coming, and threw them into the open room.

After two violent explosions, I stood up and walked firmly towards the room as I changed my clip. Before I got to the door, a German soldier rushed out of the house with a bayoneted rifle. Seeing that the enemy was coming fiercely, I quickly backed back. Unexpectedly, I was mixed by the corpse on the ground, and my body fell back involuntarily. As soon as I fell to the ground, the enemy stabbed me fiercely with a rifle. I quickly rolled to the left, dodged his fatal blow and pulled out the pistol at the waist. When he raised his bayonet to stab me again, I held the gun in both hands, pulled the trigger at him without hesitation, and shot all the bullets in the gun in one breath.

The German soldier hit several times in the face, and his rifle fell into a low voice with a puff. His body shook a few times and rushed towards where I was. I put my body aside to avoid his body, but it was blocked by the wall. As a result, the German body fell heavily on me, and a smell of blood touched my face, which almost made me vomit.

I threw away my pistol, pushed away the body and got up from the ground. Picked up the submachine gun that had been used just now, quickly changed the ammunition clip, bent down and approached the room with open door carefully. Listening outside the door, there was no movement inside, so he rushed in quickly.

When I came into the room, I found that this room was a temporary place for the wounded. Five German soldiers, whose heads, limbs or bodies were covered with gauze, fell to the ground in disorder. It was estimated that they were killed by the two grenades I just had. The rubble, broken furniture and shell cases were all soaked in the pool of blood flowing from the corpse.

I looked at the corpse lying at the door and found the red cross sleeve on his arm. It seemed that I had killed several wounded German soldiers by mistake.

I stood in the room with a submachine gun, thinking that I should take advantage of the enemy not to find me, and hurry to withdraw to the outside of the building; Or stay here and wait for major Morozov to come with reinforcements. At this time, there was a rush of footsteps from the stairway, which made my heart beat faster. In the panic, I couldn't think much. I quickly dodged behind the door, with my back tightly on the wall, and pointed the muzzle of the gun at the door.

Hearing the footsteps approaching the door, my heart went up to my throat, and my fingers on the trigger trembled slightly. Now as long as someone comes into my view, I think I will pull the trigger without hesitation.

Just when I thought the battle was inevitable, I suddenly heard someone outside the door ask in a low voice: "Hey, you said that the division commander and valoja are here, but there are only the bodies of valoja and another soldier. Where is the division commander?"

Then a voice said wrongly, "major, just when varoja asked me to call you, the teacher squatted on the stairs."

"And now?" Just now the questioner said in a vicious tone, "where's the teacher?"

Without waiting for the soldier to speak again, I had already recognized that the man speaking outside was Morozov. The soldier who had just been sent to ask for help quickly removed his finger from the trigger and whispered to the outside: "Morozov, is that you?"

As soon as the words were over, seven or eight people came crashing in from the door, searching around with guns. As I was hiding behind the door, they couldn't find me at the first time. Seeing the familiar figure of Morozov, I lowered the muzzle of my gun, coughed, and then said to him, "major Morozov, I'm here."

I suddenly opened my mouth, startled the soldiers in the room. Everyone turned around and instinctively pointed at me with the weapons in their hands. When they saw that it was me, they lowered their guns one after another. Morozov's decision was even more exaggerated. He thrust his rifle into the soldier's hand, rushed over and grabbed my arm, and asked nervously, "Sir, are you injured?"

I understand that he thought I was hurt because he saw my face covered with blood. He quickly raised his hand and wiped his face with his sleeve. He said with disapproval, "this is German blood. I didn't get hurt." With that, I glanced at the soldiers in the room, "major, how many people have you brought?"

"25 people." Morozov turned to look at the soldiers behind him, and then said: "there are still 17 soldiers out in the corridor. Sir, what is our next task

I pointed up, and then said to him, "there are Germans upstairs. Just now, valoja wanted to rush up. Unexpectedly, he was killed by the German medical staff who rushed out of this room."

After listening, Morozov frowned at me and asked, "do you know how many people there are on it?"

I shook my head and said bitterly, "I don't know, but I killed a soldier in the exchange of fire just now."

After listening, Morozov turned to the soldier behind him and gave an order: "three in a group, go upstairs!"

With his orders, except for the soldiers who took weapons for him, the remaining six rushed out.

When I went to the door, I saw a long corridor on the right side of the door. More than a dozen soldiers were standing against the wall in scattered formation, staring nervously at the comrades who were preparing to rush upstairs.

The six soldiers were divided into two groups. One group squatted at the top of the stairs, half squatting, with the muzzle of the gun facing up, vigilantly monitoring the movement above the stairs. Another group of three soldiers with guns, cat waist, carefully step up the stairs.

When they came to the corner of the stairs, a smoke grenade suddenly fell from the top of the stairs. Walking in the front of the soldiers yelled: "grenades, careful!" After shouting, he bent down to pick up the grenade on the ground and threw it upstairs. Shortly after the grenade left hand, it exploded, and the flying shrapnel immediately knocked down the three soldiers.

The latter group saw the front comrades fall down, and without waiting for Morozov's order, they rushed up with guns. A soldier who rushed to the front, rushed to the corner of the stairs, leaned back against the wall, picked up his gun, and rushed to the top for a while. Then he rushed up first.

When he saw several soldiers rushing upstairs, Morozov waved to the soldiers standing in the corridor and cried out, "all of you

With his orders, a dozen soldiers with guns ran quickly in front of us and rushed up the stairs.

Listening to the intensive shooting from upstairs, Morozov took off his kettle and handed it to me. At the same time, he said to me in a reproachful tone: "Comrade division, you are the head of a division. How can you attack like an ordinary soldier? Fortunately, I came in time, otherwise, you would be in danger! "

I took the kettle, opened the lid and poured some water on my hands to wipe the blood from my face. Looking at the corpses lying at his feet, he could not help feeling fear. On impulse, he rushed to the German building with a submachine gun. If it was not for his life, he would have been stabbed to death by the German medical staff.

After washing his face, when he heard that the gunfire upstairs became sparse, he waved his head at Morozov and said, "come on, major Morozov, the battle upstairs should be almost over. Let's go and have a look."

Listen to me, Morozov knew that I couldn't be stopped from going upstairs, so he let the rest of the soldiers open the way for us. Until the soldier stood at the corner of the stairs, rushed down and said loudly, "Comrade major, the stairs are all our people." Morozov said to me confidently, "Sir, it's safe now. You can go up."

We went down the stairs to the stairway on the third floor and saw two soldiers crouching behind a pile of rubble. One of them, a sergeant, saw us coming up. He quickly bent over and ran over and reported, "division commander, battalion commander, after fighting with us, several Germans hid in a room in the front corridor. We rushed twice and were beaten back by them, Five or six soldiers were wounded

Morozov leaned over to look into the corridor and asked, "when you came up, were there many enemies upstairs?"

The sergeant pointed to the ground and said, "there are almost ten enemies. After we killed six of them, the rest of them ran to the front room."

"Why are there only the two of you, the remaining soldiers?" Molozov asked his men sternly, probably because I was standing beside him.

"It's both in the front two rooms."

"Take them with you and continue to rush for me. We should eliminate all the remaining Germans in the shortest possible time

The sergeant agreed, ran back to the rubble, patted the soldier on the back, motioned him to follow him, and then rushed into the corridor, shouting: "comrades, follow me!"

Molozov and I hid behind the rubble and leaned forward to watch the small-scale attack launched by the soldiers. Under the guidance of the sergeant, about ten soldiers moved forward in a scattered formation. Just half the distance, the door of a room in front of them suddenly opened, and then a German soldier jumped out, carrying a submachine gun and shooting at our soldiers.

The sergeant at the front yelled, "lie down!" the moment the German jumped out Although his orders were given in time, not all the soldiers responded so quickly. In the sound of the German submachine gun "daddada", two soldiers who responded slowly and didn't have time to lie down were hit by the bullet and fell down with a scream. Missed bullets whizzed over our heads, scaring us to lie on the rubble to avoid being hit by stray bullets.

The German fired all the bullets in the submachine gun, then retracted into the room and closed the door.

The sergeant saw that this round of attack did not work, so he had to get up and run back to us, and asked us in a low voice: "division commander, battalion commander, before you came up, we rushed to the door of that room, and a soldier was knocked down by the bullets from inside when he was kicking the door. The enemy is becoming more and more cunning. This time, he rushed out to shoot without waiting for us to get close. What shall we do next? "

Instead of answering his question, Morozov turned to me and waited for me to give the sergeant an order.

Before giving the order, I had to find out the situation here, so I asked the sergeant first, "besides this room, are there any enemies in other rooms?"

The sergeant shook his head and replied, "I don't think so." At this point, he seemed to suddenly think of something, turned his head and pointed to the corridor, added, "there should be people in the innermost room, but it should not be German, but our own people. Because when we came up, the enemy's attack on that room had just been repulsed. "

After listening to the sergeant's introduction, I had a preliminary understanding of the current situation of the enemy, and also had corresponding solutions. I called the sergeant to his side, pointed to the room in the corridor and said to him, "sergeant, you take people into the room next to the German army, blow up the wall with grenades, and then when the enemy is dazed by the explosion, you can rush in through the hole of the explosion, and use a submachine gun to strafe, then you can destroy the enemy inside."

After listening to me, the sergeant agreed loudly: "I understand!" Then he bent down and rushed into the corridor, pulled up the two soldiers who were lying on the ground, and quickly broke the door into the room next to the German army.

"Does this work?" Asked Morozov, with no bottom in his heart.

I nodded hard and said definitely, "don't worry, comrade Morozov. The enemy never dreamed that our soldiers would blow up the wall from next door. They might concentrate all their energy on the door, so my plan can succeed."

Just then, the sergeant and two soldiers ran out of the room, closed the door and fell to the ground.

"Boom!" Almost as they lay down, there was an earth shaking explosion in the room, blowing the door out, and then a huge plume of smoke and gravel came out of the room. The sergeant got up from the ground, yelled loudly, and then took the lead to rush into the room. Then four or five soldiers also got up and rushed into the room behind him.

The explosion not only made the floor tremble, but also made my ears hum, so that I didn't hear what the sergeant called before he rushed into the room. It wasn't until a few minutes later when the sergeant and his men came out of the German room that my hearing returned to normal and I understood that the German troops in the room had been wiped out by our soldiers.

Molozov and I walked quickly to the sergeant, patted him on the shoulder and asked aloud, "well done, comrade sergeant. What's your name? "

The sergeant, whose face was blackened by the smoke, grinned and replied, "report to division commander, Sergeant Kozhevnikov, the first monitor of mortar company in artillery barracks of independent division, report to you and wait for your orders!"

I was just about to encourage the sergeant, when suddenly a loud voice came out of the most inner room in the corridor: "Hello, is it one of my own?"

The sudden voice startled everyone. The sergeant quickly pushed me aside, blocked my expression and pointed the gun at the room where the voice came from.

Morozov passed me, approached the door a few steps, and said in a loud voice, "Hey, listen inside, I'm major Morozov, commander of the artillery battalion of the independent division. Which part are you from?"

The door opened slightly when he heard Morozov's reply. Then the voice just now came again: "we are from the 42nd regiment of the guards. Our leader is injured and is lying in the room."

Hearing that it was the 42nd regiment of the guards, I quickly pushed aside the sergeant in front of me, walked towards the door, stood side by side with Morozov, and then raised my voice and said, "I'm the commander of the independent division, Colonel oshanina. Is it Colonel Yelin in there?"

Hearing that I had made myself known, the door immediately opened. A tall lieutenant stood at the door and raised his hand to salute me: "Hello, comrade colonel."

When I went into the room, I saw a machine gun lying on the ground with its hand facing upward, and its face was covered with blood. From the analysis of the unsettled blood, he just died. Colonel Ye Lin, the leader of the 42nd regiment, is lying in a corner of the room covered with blood, surrounded by rubble and craters. It seems that they have been here for a long time.

I quickly went to Colonel Yelin's side, squatted down, took one of his hands, and asked with concern, "Comrade Colonel, what happened? How can you be trapped here?"

After hearing my voice, Captain Yelin tried to open his eyes. After a smile on his face, he said weakly, "thank you for saving me, Captain o'shanina. My regiment headquarters is located here. As the enemy launched attacks from the East and west sides of the Soviet street at the same time, there were not many fighters left in my regiment, so I sent most of them to the battlefield. I didn't expect that it was like this. It didn't block the enemy's attack. It also let an enemy rush to my regiment headquarters by mistake and trapped us here. "

Morozov, who came in with me, saw that Yelin was seriously injured, so he called several soldiers in, asked them to take out their first-aid kit, and simply bandaged the Colonel himself.

After wrapping up Colonel Yelin, Morozov stood up and asked me, "what shall we do next, sir?"

I took a look at Yelin lying in front of me, and then told Morozov: "major, find some soldiers to send the colonel to mamayev post, where we have a health team to treat the colonel." With that, I raised my hand and patted Ye Lin's second lieutenant on the shoulder. I said in a friendly way, "Comrade second lieutenant, you should also go with my soldiers. Remember, you must protect the safety of your commander."

"Yes The major made a loud promise, with an expression of gratitude on his face.

"Stop, who are you?" There was a sergeant's voice outside.

Molozov and I turned to the door to find out who was here at this time. A familiar voice said, "I'm captain basmanov, commander of the guard battalion. Don't you know me?"

"I'm sorry, comrade captain! I didn't see you clearly. Please forgive me! " The sergeant politely explained to basmanov, and then said, "the division commander and major Morozov are in the front room, talking to the friendly commander."

There was a rush of running from far to near, and then busmanov appeared at the door. Seeing me and Morozov here, he wiped the sweat on his forehead and said with relief, "thank God, sir, I have found you." Then he said to me in a reproachful tone, "I left a row behind just to protect your safety. Unexpectedly, you put them all into the battle. I'm glad you're safe, or I'll jump into the Volga and I won't be able to wash away my sins. "

"Come on, come on, stop it." I understand basmanov's intention of saying this is to show sympathy, but I still feel warm for his concern“ What's going on out there? "

"After being attacked by us, the enemy fled to the square on January 9 one after another. From the east entrance to the square, the street and the buildings on both sides were occupied by us, and all the German troops inside had been removed. The German army retreating to the square is engaged in a fierce battle with the soldiers of the 42nd regiment of the guards. However, judging from the current situation, the enemy will not hold on for long and will withdraw. "

It's said that the guard company has cleared the enemy on the road leading to mamayevgang, and the big stone hanging in my heart has fallen to the ground. I pointed to Yelin lying on the ground and said to basmanov, "Comrade captain, this is colonel Yelin, the leader of the 42nd regiment of the guards. He was wounded in the battle just now. You immediately transferred six soldiers to put on a stretcher and carried him to mamayev post and sent him to the health team."

I didn't expect that basmanov didn't immediately arrange for people to carry out my orders after listening to them. Instead, he stood still. Seeing this, I gave him a kick and said in a loud voice, "Captain busmanov, you're deaf. Didn't you hear my orders?"

Basmanov saw that I was angry, so he had to smile bitterly and said to me: "Comrade division, after the battle just now, there are only 15 soldiers left in the guard company. If we smoke six people at once, our strength will be weak."

"Even if you take all the people away, you have to fulfill my orders." In front of the friendly commander, withdrawing the order I just issued will make me feel that it is a very shameless thing, so I can only continue to say: "don't you know that the commander's order is not allowed to be discussed? Go ahead

Although my tone was very strict, busmanov still delayed issuing orders to his subordinates. At this time, the second lieutenant standing next to Yelin said, "thank you for your kindness, Colonel oshanina! Your troops are thin. Maybe you will fight with the enemy in the future. It's not appropriate to disperse your troops. So I'll be responsible for escorting the commander. You just need to send another person to help me carry the stretcher and be a guide. "

Seeing that the second lieutenant of the friendly army had already said this, basmanov was embarrassed to continue to delay. He immediately went out and ordered his men to put up a stretcher.

After basmanov left, I turned to Morozov and said, "major, you should have extra staff. Basmanov takes one person from the guard company, and you take three from the soldiers in the corridor to escort captain Yelin to mamayev post with the second lieutenant. " Morozov looked at Colonel Yelin lying on the ground and the second lieutenant squatting on one side. He said nothing but nodded silently.

The stretcher was soon tied up. Four soldiers came into the room to carry Colonel Yelin's limbs, put him on the stretcher, and then carried him out. It's easy to carry when walking in the corridor. When you go down the stairs, you need to raise the stretcher high in the front and lower it as low as possible in the back. However, it is more difficult to carry the stretcher down the stairs because several steps were damaged in the battle just now. As soon as we got to the second floor, it was obvious that the four soldiers carrying the stretcher couldn't bear it. It was Morozov who had the insight and immediately asked several soldiers to come forward to help, and then he successfully carried the stretcher to the first floor. However, Rao was so tired that when several soldiers came to the street, they were all out of breath.

Seeing off Colonel Yelin, I raised my telescope and looked at the square. There was only one intact armored vehicle left in the square, and seven or eight German soldiers were hiding behind the vehicle, shooting at the defenders of Pavlov building. There were at least twenty German bodies lying near the destroyed armored vehicle. It seems that Pavlov and his men were very good at fighting and killed so many enemies. Before I entered the building to take part in the battle, I ordered Morozov to bombard the German troops in those squares with mortars. From the present situation, it is obvious that he has not carried out my task. I was about to go back and tell Morozov to carry out my order when the shrill of shells came from the air. Seven or eight shells fell on the sides of the armored car and exploded, blowing up several German soldiers hiding behind the car and falling heavily on the ground. Fortunately, the armored vehicle that was not damaged by the explosion was frightened by the sudden shelling. The driver immediately started the vehicle, made a turn in place, turned around and fled to the middle of the square. In the escape, but also two elusive German soldiers run under the wheel.