Chapter 739

I am familiar with it because I have seen it in all the films and TV works related to Stalingrad; It is because I have come to Stalingrad so many times that I really see it today for the first time.

When did Gladyshev come to me? He grabbed my arm and pulled it down. He said in a reproachful tone, "Comrade General, what are you looking at? You're not dying? Don't you see the enemy's machine guns shooting at us? "

I quickly squatted down, gave him a grateful smile and said, "sorry, major, I was just stunned when I saw a very special building."

"A very special building?" After repeating what I said, he frowned tightly and asked, "Comrade General, I don't know what special building you are seeing?"

"Fountain, a fountain." I replied briefly.

After listening to what I said, he stretched out his locked brow, and his face was suddenly enlightened: "Oh, you are talking about the fountain in front of the station! In the middle is a carved villa with six young pioneers dancing hand in hand around a crocodile. " Speaking of this, he suddenly stopped, looked left and right, and then said to me in a low voice: "Comrade General, you say that the evil gate is not evil. At least 200 shells or bombs have fallen near the fountain, and the surrounding buildings have been destroyed. Even the wall of the fountain water storage pool has been blown down, but the carving villa has not been damaged. Some people say that, Maybe this carving villa is blessed by the gods. " Speaking of this kind of taboo, he knew that there was no one around us, but he looked around carefully.

Although I have not been observing the fountain for a long time, I can clearly see that although there are many ruins around, the sculpture in the middle is still intact. Maybe there are gods to protect it. But at this time, I think of the scene in "soldiers on the city". It turns out that after Vassily and his comrades entered Stalingrad, they attacked the railway station hundreds of meters away with two rifles. I remember in the movie, he was hiding in the fountain pool, with only five bullets, killed five enemies.

Just as I recall the classic scenes in "soldiers in the city", busmanov and the rest of the soldiers have rushed over. When he squatted beside me and breathlessly reported to me, I woke up from my memory and quickly asked him, "Comrade captain, how are our casualties?"

Basmanov replied with a bitter smile: "report to division commander, three soldiers died and six were injured, one of them was seriously injured."

I didn't expect that in order to pass the 30 meter blockade, we actually paid one third of the casualties. I was also thoughtless. I thought that such a short distance could pass in only four or five seconds. Unexpectedly, the slow speed at the beginning of the run inevitably prolonged the passing time, which led to the increase of casualties.

There was a sharp twitch in the corner of my mouth, and then I asked, "Captain, where are the wounded?"

Basmanov raised his hand, pointed up and said: "just now, some soldiers reported to me that there was a complete room on the second floor, so I asked them to take the wounded upstairs."

I looked up and instinctively said, "come on, let's go up and have a look." With that, I slightly lifted up, bent and trotted to the building.

The soldiers in the guard platoon gathered in the building. Seeing me running in, they all stood up straight and saluted me, as if waiting for my order. Hearing the sound of footsteps coming from behind, I knew it was basmanov and gladchev who were following. Without looking back, I said, "Comrade captain, you and the soldiers stay upstairs, and I and the major will go upstairs to have a look."

After hearing basmanov's reply, I shook my head at gladeshev and said politely, "please, comrade major. Let's go to the second floor and see the wounded. "

Gladyshev flashed a flashlight in front of me, and we walked carefully down the stairs full of construction waste to the second floor. When he was about to walk to the second company, a low voice came from the front: "stop, who?"

When I heard the other party shouting in Russian, I felt a lot more relaxed, because the Germans can't ask questions in Russian. Hastily replied: "is it the comrades of guard platoon up there?"

Hearing my voice, the speaker suddenly gave a low cry, then apologized to me and said, "ah, I'm sorry, sir. I didn't know it was you. Please forgive my recklessness."

With a flashlight, he swept to the place where the sound came from. A soldier with a rifle was standing three or five steps away from the stairs. Seeing the flashlight shining on his body, he quickly put his rifle on his shoulder and raised his hand to salute me: "Sir, do you have any instructions?"

"Where are the wounded? Take us to see. " I briefly explained my intention.

"Sir, please follow me." The soldier made a polite gesture and limped along the corridor. Judging from the way he walked, he hurt his foot a little while passing the blockade.

The corridor is very long. Apart from rubble and bricks, there are also ragged shirts, children's toys, and some broken porcelain pieces on the ground. It can be seen that the residents living in this building are so flustered when they leave here.

The soldier who led the way in front of me suddenly stopped and pushed open a door beside him, but he didn't go in immediately. Instead, he turned to me and said, "Comrade division, this is it. All the wounded are here."

I strode in through the open door, and I saw everything in the room clearly in the light of the fire outside the window. One of the wounded was lying on a small bed near the window in front of the door, while the other three soldiers with gauze on their hands or heads were rummaging in the next room. They open all the cabinets in the room and take out all the clothes inside. As long as they are women's clothes, they throw them on the ground, while men's clothes are rolled and stuffed into their backpacks. One of the wounded soldiers was still pressing hard on the clothes inside with his fist in order to pack as much as possible.

"Comrades soldiers, what are you doing?" It was the first time that I saw my subordinates taking things from the common people without authorization, and they were so comfortable with it. I was infuriated. I could not help shouting at them with severe language: "what's the difference between your actions and those outside the Communist aggressors?"

The three wounded soldiers who were busy heard my voice and were startled. They immediately stopped their work, stood upright, and raised their hands to salute us.

"Who took the lead?" I approached them, glared at them, and asked in a more emphatic tone, "who on Earth took the lead in robbing the common people's things?"

One of the soldiers came up to me with bare arms and bandages on his shoulders. His face turned red and he murmured, "Comrade division, it's like this. When we came to this room, we found that there were a lot of clothes left in the cupboard, but we didn't change the clothes, so we planned to take some back. "

"Throw out all the things in the bag, and don't leave any of them." After I gave the order coldly, I saw that the three wounded soldiers were still standing in the same place stupidly, so I raised my voice: "what's the matter, didn't you hear my order?"

"Comrades of the soldiers," said Gladyshev to the three men in a cooperative warning tone, "if you don't throw out all the things in the bag immediately, then don't blame us for being impolite." Then his hand touched the submachine gun hanging on his chest.

In the face of me and gladeshev's tough, although the wounded were unwilling, they still had to honestly throw out the clothes in their backpacks one by one.

Just now, the soldier who led the way saw that the inner room was full of gunpowder, so he came in to make it over. He came up to me with a tinplate box and said to me with a smile, "Mr. teacher, please have a piece of chocolate."

"Chocolate? What kind of chocolate I asked in a strange way.

The soldier laboriously opened the lid of the box, handed it to me and said, "eat it, sir. It's the best chocolate in China. Even if you have money, you can't buy it."

When I saw that it was difficult to be gracious, I didn't refuse. I took a piece of chocolate out of the box, peeled off the tin foil outside, put it in my mouth and tasted it. It really tasted good. It wasn't worse than those chocolates I ate later.

The soldier handed the box of chocolates to major gladeshev, then, like magic, he took out another bottle of wine and said to us with pride, "Sir, major, it's too cold. Come on, have a drink to keep out the cold." Then he told the soldier who was wrapped with gauze on his shoulder, "Hey, what are you still doing there? Why don't you take out the wine from the cupboard?"

At his command, the wounded soldier quickly turned around and ran to a small cupboard whose glass had been completely broken. He took out several small white crystal wine glasses from inside and handed them over to the soldier.

The soldier took two of the glasses, poured half a glass each, put the bottle aside, handed us a cup in one hand, and politely said, "come and have a drink, sir."

Although he was very attentive, I was full of disgust with him. We were still fighting. He wanted us to drink. If we were drunk, the Germans could come and capture us later. So I blocked the bar he handed me with my hand and said discontentedly, "Comrade soldier, don't forget that the Germans are only one or two hundred meters away from us. They may rush over at any time. Do you want us to drink at this time to make us drunk so that we can be German prisoners?"

In the face of fierce words, the soldier's face showed an embarrassed expression. Unexpectedly, major gradschev came forward to intercede for the soldier: "Comrade General, don't worry, the German defense position is at the station. They won't come to us casually. It's too cold at night. A drink can keep out the cold. As long as you don't drink too much, you won't miss it With that, he took the wine cup from the soldier's hand, took it to his mouth, licked the edge of the cup with the tip of his tongue, then raised his head and drank the whole cup.

After drinking, he gave a deep breath and said, "good wine, really good wine. I haven't had such a good drink for a long time. " Then he put the glass in front of the soldier again, "Comrade soldier, give me another one."

On hearing this, the soldier got excited, agreed, picked up the bottle and poured another full glass. Gladyshev, who would not refuse, looked up and poured a full glass of wine into his throat. Then he put the cup in front of the soldier.

Seeing that the soldier wanted to pour wine for him again, I quickly raised my hand to stop him. At the same time, I reminded Gladyshev: "Comrade major, we still need you to lead us to the headquarters. If you are drunk, we can't get to the headquarters on time." When Gladyshev heard this, he couldn't help hesitating. He looked at the wine bottle in the soldier's hand, then turned to look at me. He finally gritted his teeth and begged me: "Comrade General, let me have another drink, just one. I promise you, just one last drink. " I looked at the size of the glass in gladschaff's hand, and found that it would take about three glasses to get one or two. These drunkards who have been tested by alcohol, one or two drinks should not pour them. After a moment's hesitation, I nodded difficultly and put down the hand blocking the bottle. When I saw Gladyshev finish his third glass of wine, I grabbed his arm and said in a loud voice, "go, comrade major. If we don't go again, we won't be able to get to the headquarters before dawn." Gradeshev, who was caught by my arm, looked at the wine bottle in the soldier's hand with great nostalgia, handed his wine cup back to the other side, and left the room where he could drink under my pull. One or two drinks is really nothing to gradshev. When he took us to continue to start, the foot of the pace is still light, and I speak, the organization is still clear. At dawn, we finally arrived near the new headquarters on the Volga River. When the soldiers on duty saw our arrival, some came out from hiding places to greet us, and some immediately ran to the headquarters to report our smooth arrival to the higher authorities. Before we got to the headquarters, trakov and several commanders came out. Still far away, he said loudly to me, "Comrade oshanina, welcome."“ Hello, comrade commander Because I don't know if there is an enemy sniper hidden nearby, so I didn't salute him. Instead, I went forward and held his outstretched hand with both hands, shaking it hard and said, "how's your body?" After shaking hands, trakov didn't let go of my hand. Instead, he took me straight to the headquarters where he came out.