One Thousand One Hundred and Ninety-Four, the Battle Is Still Going On

?<="">> "Comrade Marshal! In two days, we reinforced some defense lines along the streets and dug a lot of anti-tank trenches... But the troops lack ammunition, and the originally large Moscow Self-Defense Forces are now also It is on the verge of disbanding, and the number of troops has dropped even 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 the city of Moscow, he ordered the complete elimination of the old, weak, sick and disabled in the Moscow Self-Defense Forces. His order was approved by almost everyone, because these self-defense troops not only wasted a lot of precious ammunition and weapons, but in most cases were unable to complete the assigned tasks.

Rather than saying that they were unable to complete the task, to be precise, there were almost no tasks assigned to these so-called "troops" at all. The command of the self-defense army is not compatible with the regular army command at all, so most of the temporarily formed self-defense regiments or self-defense barracks are left idle in the positions where they were formed, and they will die on their own when the German army comes over.

The only function of these troops is to draw them on the maps shown to Stalin, and to use them when the leader comrades show their commanding skills<="r">. At least a month ago, Stalin liked this "game" very much. He commanded "dozens" of Red Army divisions to launch a counterattack against the Germans, and "almost" recaptured Smolensk.

Of course, this game came to an end in the end. The troops of dozens of divisions that were improvised not only failed to retake places such as Smolensk and Kursk, but even failed to withstand the German offensive. In the hail of bullets, it was wiped out in ashes and smoke. The remaining more than 100 combat units of various Moscow Self-Defense Forces were idle at that time, trapped 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 smiled bitterly. He felt very ashamed of the situation in front of him. , because his troops relied on surrendering civilians to hold back the enemy's advance.

But he has no way to change the current situation, because the troops in his hands are only a hundred tanks of various types scattered in the streets and alleys of Moscow. Even holding the defense line along the Moskva River has become a dream that we dare not expect.

"A German envoy urged us to lay down our arms and surrender unconditionally. He said that in 10 hours, the German army would close most of the channels for civilians to surrender, and then the war would continue as usual. We may lose a large area of ​​​​the city immediately." A staff officer looked at Zhukov who was rapidly losing weight, and said.

A large number of Moscow Self-Defense Forces left the "garrisoned" area and surrendered, making the already overcrowded Moscow encirclement seem deserted. Hundreds of thousands of civilians have left their houses, underground bunkers, and air-raid shelters. The barricades are empty, and some have not even a single person left.

In some streets,

Those who surrendered were a little more intentional, leaving bedding and bits and pieces of food, so that the returning main force could get some supplies. But when most people left, they were also afraid that they would not be able to receive food immediately in Germany, so they took almost everything with them. So all that was left to the Soviet soldiers was an empty house, as well as rubbish and rags that couldn't be taken away.

"Several division commanders of the 1st Guards Front just left. They all came to apply for food supplies and ammunition supplies... Everyone took some ammunition, but we really couldn't find any extra food." See Zhukov did not speak, and 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 terribly gloomy.

But in the end, Zhukov shrugged his shoulders and said to his chief of staff in line with the mentality of "there are too many lice, it doesn't itch, and the debts don't worry", "I really can't find food to supplement them now." , Let them figure out a solution by themselves. Look in the ruins, or unoccupied shops... even those with people."

The chief of staff looked at the Soviet marshal who had no other options, and he really didn't have the heart to say what he wanted to say. He really wanted to tell his marshal that everyone had already thought about the methods he said, and everyone had gone in and looked for every gap that could be penetrated. Rats became a luxury to improve life, and some troops even began to eat war horses and drink rainwater from their boots.

"Comrade Marshal... I still feel that we should talk to the German special envoy..." The chief of staff was silent for a while, and finally expressed his thoughts that had been lingering in his heart for many days: "At this point in the war, someone should go It's over."

"Someone should end it...but this person is not me." Zhukov looked towards the direction of the ruins of the Kremlin and whispered slowly: "It was I who brought the war to the present, so I Just keep fighting until I die...you have a lot of time to finish it!"

"Boom!" In the early morning of the next day, the German army launched an attack very punctually, just like at an ordinary moment two days ago, one after another, large-caliber shells fell on the Soviet defenders. Among the ruins where the army hid. The silent rubble and gravel were once again stirred up by the huge explosion, flying into the air tens of meters high, forming black smoke columns one after another <="l">.

Among the empty barricades, Afjay hugged his rifle and sat on two empty ammunition boxes, listening to the German artillery shells falling in the distance and the loud explosion sound, and from time to time there was a sound above his head. Dust fell down and landed on the military jacket he was wearing.

The young servant finally chose to leave, after all, most people are unwilling to accompany a declining country to the end of their lives. Through the narrow shooting hole, he looked at the sky covered by the dark clouds raised by the shells in the distance, and suddenly squeezed out a bitter smile—this is the way of revenge he chose, and there is no reason to blame others for 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. Afjay, who had each rifle loaded, put down the rifles in his arms and turned his head to aim in the direction of the entrance. A young Soviet Red Army soldier poked his head out, glanced at Afjay inside, then froze for a moment, and asked, "We were ordered to guard here, are you from the Self-Defense Force?"

"Yes!" Putting down his weapon, Afjay replied to the two Soviet soldiers who came in: "I am the commander of an infantry regiment of the Moscow Self-Defense Forces stationed here, but unfortunately I am the only one left here now. .”

The young soldier smiled, pointed to himself and another soldier beside him, and made a joke: "Hello, Comrade Commander, your reinforcements have arrived now, and there is a whole infantry battalion!"

The two of them were lucky to come from an infantry battalion, and in this infantry battalion, only the two of them were left alive after the battle. So the two of them are an infantry battalion on paper, and this is the real reality of the Soviet troops in the Moscow encirclement.

"The Germans are coming!" Looking at the firing holes, Afjay was no longer in the mood for joking. After the regular troops routed past, he soon saw the densely packed German soldiers on the other side of the street, following behind the tanks. The opponent moved forward cautiously, he really didn't have a good chance to fire.

The young soldier behind him took out a small piece of chocolate candy with German printed on it from his pocket, stared at the wrapping paper for a moment, then he tore open the package, and stuffed the remaining piece into his pocket. With his mouth in his mouth, he lay down next to another shooting hole with the weapon in his hand. He thought of the Ukrainian soldier who gave him the chocolate candy that day, and the incoherent conversation that day.

"Boom!" He snapped the rifle in his hand without being sentimental for so long, and the German soldiers on the opposite side fell down in large numbers after hearing the gunshot, the machine gun on the opponent's tank roared, and the bullets hit the barricade with crackling sounds . Afjay was forced to shrink back because of the flying bullets. After dropping his rifle, he took another loaded rifle handed to him by another Soviet soldier.

"Boom!" German tanks are not in the habit of showing their opponents heroism. A grenade blasted out from the main gun, hitting the barricade with only three people there. Dust from the huge explosion poured into the interior of the barricade, and the flying shrapnel made the people inside instantly unable to resist.

There was a buzzing sound in his ears, and Afjay saw that the barricade shooting holes in front of him had disappeared, and the shell directly opened a huge hole between the two shooting holes. He touched his Stomach, found that the palms are full of blood. Then Afjay saw a German soldier jump into the barricade where he was with a weapon in his dizzy feeling.

"Ah..." He yelled, wanting to pull himself together and pick up the rifle beside him, but the other party obviously didn't intend to let him do this. He picked up the Mauser 98k rifle that was already loaded in his hand and pointed at it. He just fired a shot. Afjay trembled because of the impact of the bullet, then hung down his arm unwillingly, and didn't make any more sound.

The German soldier who opened fire averted his eyes, walked to the body of another Soviet soldier who had died, saw the chocolate candy wrapping paper shaking in the wind, was stunned for a moment, then bent down and closed the On the face of the corpse, the eyes that had lost their light were open. <=""><=""><="">