The position from the headquarters to the 230 regiment was only five or six hundred meters away, but there was no traffic trench to get there directly, so that I had to walk on the open land most of the time.

Although the German attack was temporarily stopped, they were still firing cold guns and cold artillery towards our position. In the process of marching, as soon as I heard the sharp whistling sound of the shells, I quickly fell down and waited for the explosion to get up and move on.

By the time the 230 regiment's defense line arrived, it had been nearly half an hour. The tanks lining up behind the trench are still firing at the enemy, but I observed that only five of them are intact. The others are either destroyed or their tracks are broken. It seems that they are unable to take part in the offensive.

I saw several tank soldiers dressing their wounds behind a tank with broken tracks, so I went over and asked them in a loud voice, "comrades, where are your commanders?"

They looked up at me, and then a man pointed to a tank firing nearby and said, "right there, Lieutenant Gusev is directing the battle." I nodded my thanks to him and walked quickly to the tank. Behind him came a soldier's muttering voice: "are all the men dead? They sent a woman to the front line!"

When I heard this, I didn't look back at him. I went straight to the tank and knocked on the shell of the turret with the butt of my gun. Seeing that there was no movement inside, I stepped up and knocked hard. This time, there was an immediate response. The hatch opened with a bang. A tank Lieutenant leaned out, looked at me and asked aloud, "what's the matter with you? Comrade sergeant

Sergeant?! Who is he calling? I looked around and didn't see anyone else. Then I pointed to myself and asked him hesitantly, "are you calling me? Comrade lieutenant. "

"Of course. Look, is there anyone else here besides you? " He replied with dissatisfaction.

I looked at the soldier's coat on my body and was relieved. Since Moscow, I have been wearing soldiers' military coats. Although I had the chance to change them into officers' military coats later, I didn't change them. I don't want to wear brand-new coats on the battlefield and become the target of German snipers.

"I'm major oshanina, the special commissioner of the front army." I hastened to make myself known to him.

"I'm sorry! Major, I didn't see your rank clearly. I'm Lieutenant Gusev The lieutenant quickly saluted and apologized to me, and then asked me why I came: "do you have any instructions?"

"Well, in a few minutes, I will lead the troops to launch a counterattack against the enemy. I hope you can lead the remaining tanks to open the way for the infantry in the front. Is there any difficulty? "

"No problem, comrade major." Lieutenant gousheff replied excitedly, "you see, as long as you give the order, I'll go and crush the Krauts myself."

"Well, our army will launch another volley on the German devils later. As soon as the fire stops, you will lead the remaining tanks to charge the enemy and open up a way for us to attack. Do you understand? "

"Very clear, comrade major."

After explaining the task to lieutenant Gusev, I jumped into the trench more than half a person deep and walked along the traffic trench to the shelter of the regiment. Walking, I was blocked by a group of people around in front of me. I said with some dissatisfaction: "comrades, please give way. I want to go to the regiment headquarters."

Several people in front of me immediately put their bodies close to the side of the trench and made way for me to see clearly the situation in front of me. It turned out that a young man was crying with the body of an old man, and several people standing behind him were also wiping their eyes.

"What's the matter?" I quietly asked a soldier standing next to me.

"This is our regiment's Pavlov father and son," the old soldier said to the weeping young man, and then said, "the young man is young Pavlov. When he just jumped out of the trench to blow up the German tank, his father found that a German devil wanted to fire a cold gun, so he jumped out and blocked the bullet for his son without hesitation."

Listening to what he said, I also think of the pavlovs and their son, whom I met last time I visited the position with Zhukov. At that time, Zhukov promised the old man that he would be promoted to be a staff sergeant when the battle was over. Unexpectedly, he died so soon. Seeing that little Pavlov was so sad, I could not help feeling affected. Tears were swirling in my eyes and could flow down my cheek at any time.

But on second thought, I was about to launch an attack on the enemy. If young Pavlov continues to grieve like this, it will affect his morale. So I wiped my eyes, went up to Pavlov and said to him in a loud voice, "Comrade Pavlov, this is not the time for sadness. Dry your tears and stand up."

Startled by my voice, Pavlov looked up at me blankly, let go of his father's body, stood up mechanically, looked at me for a long time, and then said in a hoarse voice, "I know you, comrade commander. Last time you and your senior general came to inspect the battlefield together." When I speak, I don't have the attitude that subordinates should have towards superiors. Several people standing around also look at me with unfriendly eyes.

I know that it is very impolite for me to interrupt other people's grief so abruptly, and it is inevitable for me to arouse other people's antipathy. I felt that there was an invisible wall between me and the others, which alienated each other. I want to get through the wall and tear it down. So I pointed to the front of the position and said loudly, "tears are useless. The German devils who killed our relatives are just opposite. They take up their guns and fight with them. Blood debts should be paid with blood, and let them use their lives to repay the blood debts they owe us. "

A few short words will be enough to make me reconcile with those who were a little disgusted with me.

"Comrade major." The head of the 230 regiment didn't know when he crowded in front of me. "Your battle mobilization is really characteristic. Don't worry, we'll beat the German devils to death later. "

At this time, a new round of rockets whistling from our head swept past, once again disappeared in the enemy's offensive line. After the earth shaking explosion, everything fell silent.

I jumped out of the trench, raised the submachine gun in my hand, and cried out: "spread out in a scattered formation, for the motherland! Forward ~ ~ in ~ ~! Revenge for the sacrifice of comrades! Forward ~ ~ in ~ ~ " Although I was shouting, the sound in my ears was very small. I think the explosion just made my hearing impaired.

Our tanks crossed the trench first and charged. Then the soldiers jumped out of the trench, armed with bayonet rifles, followed the tank in a formation of scattered soldiers, and moved forward. I followed closely behind a tank, because it was a safe area. As long as the enemy didn't fire, the cold gun couldn't hit here.

After two rounds of salvo firing of our rockets, the German offensive troops had suffered heavy losses and were retreating in a panic. The sudden counterattack of our army intensified the chaos. Our air force also flew over the battlefield at this time. Although there were only nine planes, they bombed the German tank troops fiercely. The German army lost the magic weapon they relied on and was even more demoralized. When they were attacked by our army, they were defeated.

Originally, our sandal line was striding forward behind the tanks. I don't know who took the lead in the trot. Suddenly, the whole team changed from trot to trot, and soon to fast. Most of the German troops were running away desperately, only a few diehards were hiding behind the bunkers and shooting at us. The soldiers rushed over, and the German soldiers were either killed by random guns or stabbed to death by bayonets. This sporadic resistance immediately disintegrated.

In less than an hour, our counterattacks reached a commanding height in the borogino field. I saw a memorial tower standing on the high ground, in the shape of an octagon, with a sculpture of an eagle on the top, and the lower part of the tower was densely engraved with Russian. I grabbed a soldier beside me and asked, "what kind of monument is this?"

"Comrade commander, you don't even know that?" The soldier looked at me in surprise: "this is the Russian Memorial Tower of borojino. The text below records the course of the battle of borojino." Seeing my blank face, he added: "this place was the main position of the Russian army at that time. It was guarded by the seventh army of the Russian army under the command of general rajevsky. In the whole battle, there was the most fierce competition and heavy casualties. It is said that tens of thousands of people died on both sides in this place alone." Then he ran away and went to catch the German soldiers who were running away.

"Comrade commander," Pavlov called to me as I was gazing at the memorial tower, and I turned to see him coming with his bayonet loaded rifle and some dejected prisoners. He came up to me and said, "I think these German devils are very strange. They don't speak German."

"Which of you knows Russian?" I asked at some of the prisoners.

Several prisoners looked at me blankly without any reaction.

"I know German," Pavlov added. "I asked them just now, but they didn't understand."

If they don't understand German and Russian, they will not be the puppet army of the captured Soviet army. Since they are not puppet army, what kind of army will they be? I frowned and thought for a long time, but I couldn't think of a result.

Then a soldier came to me and said, "Comrade major, the troops of the fourth tank brigade have joined us. Their commander is looking for you."

I nodded and said, "OK, I'll be right there."

After a few steps, I suddenly had a flash of inspiration in my mind. I stopped, went back to the prisoners and asked in English, "who are you? Which army is it from? "

"We are French." One of the prisoners understood my question and quickly answered me in English. Although a hundred years' War broke out between Britain and France, there are as many French speaking people as English speaking people. After all, it is a fashion for them to understand foreign languages. "We are a French legion of French volunteers," he added

"The French legion of volunteers, hum!" With a sneer, I told Pavlov, "take some soldiers and send them to the headquarters of the front army. These are not German devils, but a group of French. If they try to escape, they will be killed without any nonsense. "

"Yes Pavlov agreed cheerfully and escorted the group of prisoners away.

On my way to the fourth tank brigade, I saw a tank on the side of the road which was damaged by the German army when they attacked the Highlands just now. Next to the burnt out tanks lay the charred bodies of several dead tankers, one of whom I recognized at once: This was lieutenant Gusev.

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