Chapter 1193

"Comrade Marshal! In two days, we strengthened some defense lines along the streets and dug a lot of anti tank trenches... But the troops were short of ammunition. The Moscow self-defense army, which used to have a large number of troops, was on the verge of disbanding. The number of troops dropped more than expected. " In the headquarters, a Soviet staff officer stood in front of Marshal Zhukov and reported some recent events.

After Zhukov took over all the defense in Moscow City, he ordered that the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled in Moscow self defense forces be completely banned. His order won the approval of almost everyone, because these self-defense forces not only wasted a lot of valuable ammunition, but also weapons, and in most cases were unable to complete the assigned tasks.

Rather than saying that they are unable to complete their tasks, to be more precise, there are almost no tasks assigned to these so-called "troops". The command of the self-defense army is not compatible with the regular army command at all, so most of the self-defense legions or self-defense barracks temporarily established are idle in their positions. When the German * * forces come, they will survive and die.

The only function of these troops is to draw them on the maps shown to Stalin and give them to this leading comrade when he shows his command ability. At least a month ago, Stalin liked this "game" very much. He directed "dozens" of Red Army divisions to fight back against the German army, and "almost" recaptured Smolensk.

Of course, the game ended in the end. The troops of dozens of divisions, which were put together temporarily, not only failed to recapture Smolensk and Kursk, but also failed to resist the German offensive. They were killed in a hail of bullets. The remaining more than 100 combat units of various Moscow self-defense forces were idle at that time, stuck in the streets of Moscow, unable to receive orders and supplies.

"It can only be said that the Germans still want this city. If they really want to destroy it, they won't give us two days..." Zhukov gave a wry smile. He was very ashamed of this situation, because his troops relied on the surrendered civilians to block the enemy's advance.

But he had no way to change the situation, because he had only a hundred and ten tanks of various types scattered in the streets of Moscow, and his troops, not to mention making any counterattack, even guarding the line of defense along the Moscow River, had become a dream he did not dare to dream of.

"A special envoy of Germany urged us to lay down our arms and surrender unconditionally. He said that in 10 hours, the German army will close the channels for most civilians to surrender, and then the war will go on as usual. We may lose large areas of the city immediately. " Said the staff officer, looking at Zhukov, who was rapidly losing weight.

A large number of Moscow self-defense forces left the "garrisoned" area to surrender, which made the Moscow encirclement, which was full of troubles, seem desolate. Hundreds of thousands of civilians left their homes and underground bunkers, as well as air raid shelters. The barricades were empty, and some had no one left.

In some streets, the capitulators were a little more conscientious, leaving behind bedding and bits and pieces of food, so that the retreating main forces could get some supplies. But when most people left, they were also afraid that they would not be able to get food immediately in Germany, and they took almost everything. So all that was left to the Soviet soldiers was an empty house, garbage and rags that could not be taken away.

"Several division commanders of the first front army of the guards have just left. They are all here to apply for food supplies and ammunition supplies... Everyone has taken some ammunition, but we really can't find any extra food." Seeing that Zhukov did not speak, the staff officer continued to talk about the problems in front of him. Each of these problems could make the commander of the army despair, so Zhukov's face was gloomy and terrible.

However, in the end, Zhukov shrugged his shoulders to his chief of staff and said, "I really can't find food to supplement them now. Let them think about it by themselves. Go to the ruins, or no one's shop... Someone's also OK. "

When the chief of staff looked at the Soviet marshal who had no good idea, he did not say what he wanted to say. He would like to tell his Marshal that we have thought about all the ways he said. We have gone in to find every crack we can get into. Mice have become luxuries to improve their lives. Some troops have even begun to live on war horses and drink the rain in their boots.

"Marshal comrades... I still think that we should talk to the German special envoy..." the chief of staff was silent for a while, and finally expressed his idea that he had been lingering in his heart for many days: "at this time of the war, someone should end it."

"It's time for someone to end it... But this one, not me." Zhukov looked at the ruins of the Kremlin and whispered slowly, "I'm the one who brought the war to the present, so I can only continue to fight until I die... You have a lot of time to end it!"

"Boom!" In the early morning of the next day, the German army launched a very punctual attack. As at an ordinary time two days ago, one after another large caliber shells fell into the ruins of the Soviet garrison. The silent rubble and gravel were once again tossed up by the huge explosion, flying into the air tens of meters high, forming one black plume after another.

In the empty barricade, afjay, holding his rifle, sat on two empty ammunition boxes, listening to the huge sound of German shells falling in the distance. From time to time, dust fell from his head and landed on his military coat. The young follower finally chose to leave, after all, most people do not want to accompany a declining country to the end of life. Through the narrow shooting hole, he looked at the distant dark cloud covered by the shell, and suddenly squeezed out a bitter smile - this is his choice of revenge, there is no reason to complain that others did not stay with him. At the entrance behind the barricade, there was a sudden sound of footsteps. There was a row of rifles under his feet. Each rifle was loaded. Afjay flattened his rifle and looked back in the direction of the entrance. A young Red Army soldier of the Soviet Union leaned out his head and took a look at afjay inside. Then he was stunned for a moment and asked, "we are ordered to stay here. Are you from the self-defense army?"“ Yes Laying down his arms, afjay replied to the two Soviet soldiers who came in: "I'm the head of a Moscow self-defense infantry regiment stationed here, but now I'm the only one left." The young soldier laughed, pointed to himself and another soldier around him, and joked: "Hello, comrade commander, now your reinforcement is here, there is a whole infantry battalion!" Fortunately, the two of them came from an infantry battalion, and only the two of them are still alive in this infantry battalion. So the two of them are infantry battalions on paper. This is the real reality of the Soviet troops in the siege of Moscow“ Here comes the German Looking at the shooting hole, afjay was not in the mood of joking. After the defeat of the regular troops, he soon saw the dense German soldiers behind the tanks across the street. The other side moved forward cautiously. He really didn't have a good chance to open fire. The young soldier behind him took out a small piece of chocolate candy with German printed on it from his pocket. He looked at the wrapping paper for a moment. Then he pulled open the package, put the remaining piece into his mouth, and lay on the edge of another shooting hole with his weapon. He thought of the Ukrainian soldier who gave him this chocolate candy that day, and of the incongruous conversation that day“ Bang He didn't feel sentimental for so long, so he buckled his rifle. The German soldiers on the opposite side fell down when they heard the gunfire. The machine guns on the other side's tanks roared and the bullets crackled on the barricade. Afjay was forced to retract because of the flying bullets. After dropping his rifle, he took the rifle handed to him by another Soviet army“ Boom The German tanks didn't have the habit of showing heroism. The main gun fired a grenade and hit the barricade with only three people. The dust from the huge explosion poured into the interior of the barricade, and the flying shrapnel made the people inside have no ability to resist in an instant. There was a buzzing sound in his ear. Afjay saw that the barricade shooting hole in front of him had disappeared. The shell made a huge hole between the two shooting holes. He touched his stomach and found that his palm was full of blood. Then afjay saw a German soldier jump into his barricade with a weapon“ Ah... "He yelled, trying to cheer up and pick up the rifle around him, but the other side obviously didn't intend to let him do so. He picked up the Mauser 98K rifle that had been loaded in his hand and shot him. Afjay trembled because of the impact of the bullet, and then reluctantly dropped his arm, no more sound. The German soldier who opened fire looked away from him and went to the body of another dead Soviet soldier. He was stunned when he saw the chocolate candy wrapping paper swaying in the wind in the ruins. Then he bent down and closed his face. His eyes were not shining.