Burning Moscow

Sitting in the car to the hospital, I shook my head with a wry smile, saying that I was really toiled. Not long after I left the hospital, I had to go back to deal with such trivial things. But then again, if Vasily is not a subordinate that I value, chances are I won't make a special trip. Anyway, the military representative of that hospital is a lieutenant, and Yushchenko can also handle things well. era.

As the car approached the gate of the hospital, I noticed that the actions of the two soldiers standing at the gate were a bit abnormal. When the two waited for our car to enter the gate, they came together and pointed in our direction, seeming to be discussing something.

After I saw this scene in the rearview mirror, I asked Sergey sitting beside me with some dissatisfaction: "Comrade Sergey, why didn't the two fighters stick to their posts and talked together?"

Sergey turned to look at the door, then shook his head, and said helplessly: "These are soldiers sent to us by the Garrison Command. The jurisdiction is with the military representative. Our hospital has no right to intervene."

Our car parked at the door of the inpatient department. Just as we were about to get off, we suddenly saw a group of soldiers screaming and running out of the outpatient building, passing through the open snow-covered area, and rushing into the inpatient department.

"What the **** is going on?" Yushchenko, who had just gotten out of another jeep, walked to my side and asked Sergey confusedly: "Why are they acting so flustered?"

Sergey shook his head first, and said in a puzzled manner: "I don't know. You must know that although these commanders are responsible for the safety of the hospital, they usually only stay in the outpatient department and rarely come to the inpatient department. Is it true? What's the matter?"

"Comrade Captain, let's go in and have a look." Finished. I took the lead and walked towards the building.

After entering the building, I immediately felt a mess inside. There were many patients in hospital gowns standing in the corridor, discussing things in groups. I walked to the few patients closest to me and asked politely, "Excuse me. What happened in the building?"

An elderly man glanced sideways at me, snarled at the ceiling, and said, "Comrade Commander, it seems that there is a problem with one of the wards on the second floor. The soldiers responsible for the safety of the hospital have gone a lot."

"Do you know what it is?" Yushchenko asked as soon as he finished speaking.

The old man shook his head. He replied: "I don't know this well. There are soldiers guarding the stairs, and ordinary people like us simply can't get up."

Seeing that there was no valuable information from the old man's mouth, Yushchenko turned to look at me, waiting for my next instructions. I looked towards the stairs not far away and saw that there were indeed some soldiers with weapons guarding them. It looks like something really went wrong on the second floor. So I waved my head and said to Yushchenko, "Let's go, Comrade Captain, let's go to the second floor and have a look."

When we came to the stairs, a guarded soldier immediately raised his hand to stop us, and said politely: "Comrade Commander, I'm sorry, you can't go upstairs without getting the consent of the military representative."

"What did you say?" Hearing these words from the soldier, Yushchenko, who was standing behind me, immediately broke into: "Don't you see the rank of the general? Don't talk about your military representatives, even yours. The leader comes. You have to obey her orders obediently."

After speaking, he pushed the soldier aside forcefully, then turned to me and said, "Comrade General, please."

I smiled and nodded to Yushchenko's rude handling, to such a person who is ignorant of current affairs. Just take some tough measures. Seeing me raising my leg, I walked upstairs, followed by Dr. Sergey and Yushchenko.

After we came to the second floor. Seeing the patients squeezing this place, many patients standing on the outside still padded their toes and looked inside. See this situation. My heart was even more unreliable, and I quickly told Yushchenko: "Captain, let these patients make way for us first."

Yushchenko agreed and squeezed forward with several other guards. At the same time, he yelled: "Comrades, please let me, please let me." As he said, he squeezed forward, and several people abruptly. Shengdi squeezed a passage for me from the crowd.

I walked a few steps forward along the passage, and found that something was not right. The place surrounded by patients was actually the ward where Vasily lived. Seeing a few soldiers standing in a row at the door, I couldn't help but squat. My heart said that Vasily wouldn't be the cause of the problem?

I came to the soldier’s wall and asked with a serious expression: "Comrade soldier, what happened to you?"

After the soldier I asked about glanced at my epaulettes, he hurriedly straightened his body and reported to me: "Comrade General, there is a wounded inside who is about to commit suicide. The military representative and the hospital director are persuading him to be an immortal. the road."

"What, there is a wounded man who wants to commit suicide?" The soldier's reply shocked me, and I quickly told him: "Let me go over and take a look."

"Comrade General." There was an embarrassed expression on the soldier's face. "It's too dangerous. The wounded man has a gun in his hand. I'm afraid he will accidentally injure you."

"Go away." Yushchenko didn't talk nonsense with the soldier, grabbed his collar, and pulled him aside at once, opening a gap for me.

After I walked into the ward with curiosity, I was stunned by the scene before me. I saw Vasily Zaitsev, who was still wearing gauze around his eyes, sitting awkwardly on his own bed, waving a pistol in his hand, and shouting emotionally: "Go away, you all go away!" Even if I die, I won't let you take off my eyeballs." As he shouted, the gun in his hand was against his temple for a while, and then at the other people in the room based on his own feelings.

In the room facing him were a dozen heavily armed soldiers. The muzzles of their rifles and submachine guns were pointed at Vasily. It seemed that as soon as they found something was wrong, they would shoot immediately. The two closest to Vasily’s bed, one was Dean Ossiminen, and the other was a lieutenant, who should have been the military representative mentioned by Sergei.

I raised my hand and pressed down the muzzle of a rifle next to me. At the same time, I said loudly: "What are you doing? Who gave you the right to allow you to aim the muzzle at a hero of great warfare? All? Both. Take my orders and put down the guns."

Hearing my voice, the soldiers with guns looked at each other, but no one lowered the muzzle. The military representative standing in front also turned his head and looked at me, an unexpected visitor, curiously. At this time. Ossiminen leaned close to his ear and said a few words quickly.

After listening to Ossiminen’s introduction, the military representative quickly raised his hand and waved it down quickly, and then loudly ordered his subordinates: "You are all deaf. Haven't you heard the general's order? Give me all the guns down." ."

Ossiminen trot all the way to my side and glanced at Sergey who was standing behind me. Then he leaned forward slightly, and asked kindly: "Comrade General, why are you here? Know that although the stitches on your eyes have been removed, it will take a long time to recuperate. You run like this every day. Running around is very detrimental to your recovery."

Seeing Vasily still emotional. I asked coldly: "Comrade Dean, can I ask what happened here?"

Before Osiminen could speak, the military representative walked in front of me, raised his hand to salute, and asked politely: "Can you report it, Comrade General?"

"Well, Comrade Lieutenant, please speak." In order to prevent him from talking nonsense for a long time. I specifically told him: "Tell me in the shortest possible words, what is going on here?"

After turning his head to look at Vasily, the military representative honestly replied: "Comrade General. When I checked Comrade Vasily’s case today, I found that his eye injuries were getting worse, so I discussed with the dean. One of the eyeballs was removed. Who knows how this news was learned by Vasily himself, so he made a fuss." At this point, he spread his hands. "In order to ensure the safety of other patients in the hospital, I can only take some special measures."

"Comrade Dean." I finished listening to the lieutenant's report. He just nodded noncommittal, and then asked Osiminen sideways: "Does it really need to remove Comrade Vasily's eyeballs? You know for an excellent sniper. To become blind is psychologically no matter what. unacceptable."

"But Comrade General," Osiminen said with some embarrassment: "According to the current situation, Comrade Vasily's right eye is seriously infected. If the sick eye is not removed in time, the relatively intact left eye will also be affected. "

I am a complete layman about these medical matters, so when Ossiminen said this, I couldn't help but become hesitated. I turned my head and asked Sergey, "Comrade Sergey, is Comrade the Dean right?"

"Yes, read the full text of Comrade General's Rebirth Gathering Daughter." Sergey first echoed Osiminen's opinion, and then took the initiative to talk about his own views: "However, it has not yet reached the worst point, and there is still something to be restored. There is room. I plan to perform another operation on him tomorrow to clean up the pus in his eyeballs and try my best to ensure that he will not go blind."

Ossiminen heard Sergei say this, but just glanced at him with indifferent eyes, but said nothing. However, the military representative was a little uncomfortable, and said: "Comrade General, I think we should follow the diagnosis of Comrade Dean and perform the operation to remove the eyeballs of Comrade Vasily."

To the military representative who suddenly interrupted, I asked dissatisfiedly: "Comrade Lieutenant, how many years have you been in the army?"

The military representative obviously did not expect that I would ask him this suddenly. After a short silence, he replied loudly: "Report Comrade General, I have been in the army for four years. I have participated in the liberation of Poland and the crushing of the Finnish White Army’s invasion of Leningø. Le’s war has a wealth of combat experience..."

"Comrade Lieutenant, I am not interested in your combat experience." Before the military representative could finish speaking, I interrupted him unceremoniously, and then asked: "Before joining the army, what occupation did you engage in?"

Some panicked military representatives quickly replied: "Before joining the army, I worked at the Kirov factory in Leningrad. I was a miller, a fourth-level miller."

"The miller, it turned out to be a mechanical worker." After repeating his previous occupation, I said angrily: "Since you were not a doctor before, what right do you have to ask about the treatment of patients?"

"Comrade General," the military representative said aggrieved: "But I am the military representative of the hospital." I heard from his off-picture, he wanted to explain that since he is the military representative who manages the hospital, the hospital's He has the right to interrogate all matters.

After snorting heavily with my nose, I said bluntly: "Comrade Lieutenant, I ask you to be clear. As the military representative of the hospital, your main task is to ensure the safety of the hospital, not to interfere with the doctor's treatment plan. The layman is not qualified to command the insider, do you understand?” When I said the last sentence, I deliberately increased my tone.

In response to my accusation, the military representative flushed with shame. Although he had the intention to refute, he saw that my military rank was much higher than him, so he reluctantly agreed: "Yes, Comrade General. I remember, my mission is Responsible for the safety of the hospital, instead of interfering with the doctor’s treatment plan."

I was worried that their continued stay here would make Vasily's mood unstable, so I waved to the military representative and said, "Comrade Lieutenant, there is nothing wrong here. You and your subordinates should leave first."

"But, Comrade General." The military representative looked back at Vasily again and said nervously: "This wounded man has a gun in his hand. I am worried that he will threaten your safety."

"You think too much." Seeing that he didn't want to leave, I quickly explained to him: "This wounded man is my subordinate, and he is very familiar with me and will not pose any threat to me~www.NovelMTL.com~ You'd better take your people and leave first."

Seeing my firm attitude, the military representative did not insist. After saluting me, he took a dozen of his subordinates and left the ward.

After only me, Osiminin, Sergey, Yushchenko and a few guards were left in the house, I carefully walked a few steps forward and stopped two or three meters away from Vasily. Said to him: "Vasily, this is Oshanina! Can you hear me?"

Perhaps after hearing that most of the people in the room had left, Vasily's mood became more stable. He tilted his ears to listen, and asked tentatively: "Comrade Commander, is that you?"

"Yes, it's me." Seeing him slowly put down the pistol, I hurried forward a few steps and walked to the bed and sat down next to him. While gently snatching the pistol from his hand, he said: "Comrade Vasily, why are you so impulsive. This gun is used to hit the enemy, not to threaten your comrades, or to end yourself. For life."

"Comrade Commander, I don't want to be like this either. But," Vasily heard me say, his voice became choked: "But they are going to have an operation to remove my eyeballs and make me a blind man. A sniper becomes a blind man. Become blind, what's the point? Let me die.” (to be continued)