1189 Let Them Go

? For the Soviets in Moscow, fighting has become the main theme of the day for several months. These civilians and soldiers are used to surviving in the ruins and lingering in the hail of bullets.

A young man in overalls, a marching cap, and a Mosin Nagant rifle in his hand trots up a stairway piled high with tatters, his shoes kicking on the wooden stairs The sound of treading made the slightly old stairs make a series of creaking sounds.

He came to a room on the second floor, passed over a dozen old people and women resting by the door, and walked in front of a middle-aged man who was wearing civilian trousers but a military uniform. The young man put the weapon in his hand behind his back, and then, in the eyes of a group of people, handed an order with official seals to all the commanders of the Moscow Self-Defense Forces in this building.

"Mr. Afjay, this is a handwritten order just received from Marshal Zhukov. He ordered the lifting of restrictions on the movement of all civilians and allowed civilians to take refuge in German-occupied areas." The young man withdrew the hand that handed the document, and then Said to this commander named Afjay.

Afjay was taken aback for a moment, then opened the document he was holding in his hand, looked at it carefully, and for some reason, he didn't speak for a long time. He is actually just a policeman who manages this street. As a result, when the Moscow Self-Defense Force was established, he was classified as an officer and assigned to this block. He once personally took more than 100 young people and old people in this block to support the frontline fighting, but less than 20 came back.

Now he has more than 1,500 so-called soldiers, most of whom are women and children, and some old people who can't even hold their guns steadily. What made him even more desperate was that the more than 1,500 so-called soldiers only owned 110 various pistols and rifles. The remaining people only have "weapons" such as kitchen knives or wooden sticks, and they have no fighting power at all.

Even the only 110 various types of firearms, most of them are not accurate due to preservation problems. Each gun has only two or three bullets, and there is no way to support even a decent battle. On the contrary, maybe a kitchen knife or a wooden stick is more effective, because after all, you don't have to worry about bullets.

You must know that there are so few rifles, it is even more impossible to distribute accessories such as bayonets to these civilians. In addition, there are no heavy weapons such as tanks and cannons in the entire block, and the only anti-aircraft gun was transferred away a few days ago. Afjay and the others have no weapons to deal with German tanks.

However, due to the regulations of the Moscow Defense Order, these people are not allowed to leave or surrender, and they have even been counted as a regiment of troops to use-although these people may not even have the combat effectiveness of a regular infantry company, they have already been used. It counts as a whole group.

At the beginning, relevant combat orders were sent to Afjay, and even in the first few days he could receive relevant combat reports and simple notifications of changes in the combat situation. In those days Afjay was even asked to organize relevant personnel for training,

And mobilize the elderly to dig trenches and other defensive facilities.

Unfortunately, as the battle progressed, Afjay could no longer get any relevant notification of the battle situation. He didn't know where the German army had advanced. Until yesterday, only 50 people were left in the retreat The infantry battalion told them that the distance between the German army and them was only about 200 meters.

Now Afjay still remembers the ragged appearance of those Soviet Red Army soldiers who were routed from the front line. These soldiers also did not have much ammunition, and even did not have any decent heavy weapons like them. Several of them were carrying sand submachine guns. , There are two other people carrying light machine guns, only the steel helmets on their heads make them look a little more formal.

"Since yesterday, we have been on the front line here. I heard that the German army will open fire on everyone, but there is still a regular infantry regiment in front of us..." Afjay closed the long document and said to the young man who delivered the letter. The soldier said, "What do you think of this order?"

"Mr. Afjay, I was just a child milkman half a year ago... I don't know what is worth holding on to at this point in the battle, but I think that those old granny and old Grandpa and girls, get out of this damn place." The young man looked at the old people and children curled up on the bed or on the floor in the room, and said to Afjay.

Afjay nodded, stuffed the document into his pocket, and then said to the young man in front of him: "You are right, child, we should let these old men and girls who have no combat power leave here. You go to count and see how many people can still go by themselves and are willing to leave here, and report to me before dinner today, can you do it?"

"Mr. Afjay...you are a good man, I think if we are all willing to lay down our weapons, then we can all be regarded as real civilians...I don't know how the Germans treat civilians, but I know we have never received military training, and just two months ago, no one knew how to shoot." The young man looked into Afjay's eyes and said quickly.

The man who used to be a Soviet policeman shook his head, stretched out his hand and patted the young man on the shoulder, and said, "I have nothing to miss. After my daughter was killed by a German bomber, I just It has been decided to fight here until the last moment. You can all leave, but this is my position, and I want to stay there. After all, I have a military uniform, don’t I?”

The young man looked at the middle-aged man who had been leading them two months ago, but finally said nothing. He just nodded, then turned around and walked out of the room, and began to count the number of people who were willing to leave along the corridor, asking one by one and telling everyone what he knew.

"Yes, according to the news from the military headquarters of the Front Army, General Vatutin has really died." The young man nodded in front of an old woman, and then said in a low voice: "Comrade Marshal Zhukov ordered that civilians be allowed to die." Leave the encirclement and take refuge with the Germans, the order says this is not a surrender, would you like to go?"

"My God... we can leave now? Then what do you guys do? Will you go with us?" The old woman's face was full of wrinkles, and her words trembled, but her articulate words were still clear, and her questions were very caring , the women around pricked up their ears, wanting to hear every detail clearly.

"Elders, children and women can leave, and men seem to be allowed to leave if they want to. But Mr. Afjay doesn't plan to leave, and I want to stay with him." The young man squeezed out a smile, He smiled reluctantly at the old woman.

"Son! Believe me, get out of here!" The old woman held the young man's hand and persuaded: "We have done enough for this country, and now there is no way to change anything. You stay and die in vain. Meaningless."

The young man scratched his head through his forward cap, and finally he comforted the old woman in front of him: "Ma'am, I haven't really decided whether to leave or not, I don't want to leave Afjay Walking away alone, but to be honest, I don’t want to die here, after all, it’s not a comfortable thing.”

He had seen dead people lying on the edge of the ruins with guts pierced, their eyeballs protruding for some reason, and they looked extremely frightening. He didn't want to be like that, a terrible look that makes people feel uncomfortable at a glance.

"I'm leaving! My daughter and I are leaving!" A woman pulled her five-year-old daughter and said to the young man, "Are we allowed to bring luggage? For example, clothes and jewelry? "

"Ma'am, you can bring your clothes and jewelry, but I think the Germans are not short of food. If you still have food, you can leave it for those who need it." The young man suggested embarrassingly. : "After all, we don't have much to eat here, but I think you may also need these... well... I don't even know what I'm talking about, anyway, I personally don't force you to keep anything..."

Hearing that they could take away their belongings, everyone felt more relieved, so they began to pack their luggage, and more and more people did this with the statistics of young people. When Afjay passed by the corridor, he found that almost everyone was packing their things. He frowned, but walked back to his seat without saying anything.

"Are you sure you mean leaving voluntarily, not ordering them to leave?" Seeing the young man with a rifle and a marching cap on his back again, Afjay asked, "Why do I see that almost everyone is packing up?" Things? Does everyone want to leave here?"

"Mr. Afjay, that's true. There weren't any soldiers here. They stayed here because they would be shot and killed by their own people if they crossed the line of defense." The young man shrugged his shoulders and said to himself The respected Mr. Afjay said: "Now that there is an order, they will all leave... There is really no one here who is a soldier. They don't even have weapons. They can only wait for death if they stay here."

Afjay glanced at the young man, finally nodded, and didn't say anything, but when he sat down, he was a little bit more depressed, and looked even more lonely and sad.

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I'm sorry, I forgot to upload after writing the chapter, I can only let everyone read two chapters in one go, sorry sorry!

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