Red Moscow

According to Lieutenant Bisklev's order, half of the people put on German uniforms, carried German equipment, and original weapons. A soldier who played the captive asked Bisklev curiously: "Comrade Lieutenant, why do they carry two weapons?"

"It's not easy. Since the captives were captured, the captives' weapons were also seized. Isn't that normal?"

"Comrade lieutenant, I think we should hold this weapon ourselves." The soldier continued: "When we encounter the enemy, I can shoot and destroy them immediately."

Hearing what the soldier said, Bisklev stared at him: "Does your prisoner still have a gun in his hand? If the Germans see someone holding a weapon among the prisoners when they let go of the hill later, , then we are exposed? Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and pretend to be your prisoner honestly."

When the troops escorting the prisoners crossed the hill and appeared in the sight of the German army on the farm, a German officer in the trench raised his binoculars and looked at them, and saw that the second lieutenant under him seemed to be wounded and was being shot by a group of soldiers. A soldier walked slowly down the hill with his back on his back. In addition, there were more than a dozen soldiers, escorting a similar number of Russian prisoners of war, followed closely behind.

The officer put down the binoculars and returned to his command post. To be honest, he didn't take the small-scale surprise attack just now to heart at all. He only dispatched a platoon of troops to wipe them out easily.

When Bisklev's troops came not far from the trenches, a German soldier on duty asked casually, "Have you wiped out all the Russians who came to attack?"

The sergeant, lying on the soldier's back, said vaguely: "They are all wiped out."

"Second Lieutenant Handel," the German soldier found the sergeant on his back and asked with concern, "Are you injured?"

"Well, wounded," the sergeant replied curtly.

The talkative German soldier continued to ask, "Where is the injury?"

"Leg, I was shot in the leg..." The sergeant wanted to say a few more perfunctory words, but he got stuck because of nervousness, and couldn't say a complete sentence for a while.

The German soldier immediately realized that something was wrong, and hurriedly picked up the rifle slung over his shoulder. His reaction was quick, but he was still a step too slow. Bisklev, who was walking in the front, pierced the opponent's chest with the bayonet he had prepared, and at the same time covered his mouth to prevent him from screaming. alarmed the other Germans.

After the soldiers on duty were killed, Bisklev quickly looked around and found that there were no enemies at all, so he made a gesture to the soldiers behind, signaling them to seize the position immediately.

Except for some of the German soldiers on the ground who went to chase the fleeing Soviet troops, the rest slept in the bunker. Yesterday's progress was smooth, giving German officers and soldiers an illusion that the Soviet troops fighting against them were vulnerable. What's more, when they were alarmed by the gunshots just now, they all stood in the trenches and saw the enemy on the top of the hill firing a burst of gunfire, and then fled.

The company commander sent a platoon of troops to pursue them, and it didn't take long to wipe out the reckless Russians, and even captured some of them. Seeing such a situation, the soldiers all went back to their bunkers to sleep in their cages.

It was precisely because of the underestimation of the Germans that Lieutenant Bisklev led his troops into the German positions as if they were in no one's land, and eliminated the German soldiers who were still sleeping in the bunker one by one.

When Bisklev took two soldiers and was about to break into the German company's command post and kill the officers inside, a German soldier wearing a steel helmet came out of it. When he saw the Soviet soldiers in front of him, he was shocked for a moment, and immediately shouted: "Russians, the Russians are here..."

Although Bisklev finished him with a bayonet in time, his voice still alarmed the officers in the command post. He quickly grabbed the pistol on the table, hid to the side of the door, raised the gun and aimed at the door, ready to shoot as soon as someone came in. As soon as a reckless soldier rushed into the command post, he was shot in the head by a German officer and fell on his back at the door.

Seeing that the soldiers who rushed in front of him fell under the enemy's guns, Bisklev immediately fired into the room with a submachine gun. After hitting the shuttle halfway in one breath, he bent down and grabbed the shoulder of the sacrificial soldier, dragging him out of the door. After dragging the soldier's body into the trench, Bisklev threw a stringed grenade into the command post.

After a loud bang, before the smoke cleared, Bisklev rushed into the command post first. He only saw the table blown away by the blast and the German officer lying in a pool of blood. He bent down and looked at the other party's military rank. It was a captain, and he should be the company commander of the garrison company here.

Biscliff turned around and said to the sergeant who was carried through the door: "Sergeant, please check quickly, is there any valuable information here?"

With the help of the soldiers, the sergeant stood on the ground with one foot, took the document handed to him by Bisklev, and examined it carefully. After looking at it for a while, he said in surprise: "Comrade Lieutenant, here is a map of the German army's deployment on the farm."

Bisklev took it over and saw that it was indeed a detailed defense map. He couldn't help but be overjoyed: "Great, this is really great. Come on," he rolled up the blueprint and handed it to a person who just came in. The soldiers told him, "You return to the brigade headquarters immediately and give this deployment map to the brigade commander."

"Comrade Lieutenant," the sergeant asked Bisklev tentatively after the soldier delivering the letter left, "The sound of gunshots and explosions must have alerted the nearby enemies. What should we do next?"

"We have to find a way to defend here." Bisklev said to the sergeant: "In this way, when our main force launches an attack, we can take one less position to reduce unnecessary casualties."

"There are only about forty of us," the sergeant asked worriedly, "Can we hold on?"

"Surely we can hold it." After Bisklev said this, he said to the sergeant standing aside: "Comrade sergeant, you send someone to check the position and see if there are any weapons that can be used. Later the enemy will attack you." It might come in handy when we attack aggressively here."

The sound of gunfire and explosions on the position has already alarmed the German troops on the distant position. Not long ago, the German commander received a call from the commander of the garrison company, saying that the small troops sent to chase the Russians had returned smoothly, and even brought back many prisoners. After the commander heard the news, he was very happy, but when he heard the gunshots and explosions from the position, he immediately realized that something was wrong, and quickly called the commander of the garrison company to find out what happened.

However, the phone couldn't get through at all. The commander realized that there must be something wrong in the forward position, so he quickly called a subordinate and said to him: "There must be something wrong with the position of the garrison company. You should take the troops to have a look there immediately. Has it been occupied by the Russians? If the Russians are found, we must find a way to eliminate them, and even if we cannot eliminate them, we must find a way to drive them away from our position."

As soon as the German troops on this side were dispatched, Bisklev discovered it. He even noticed that there was a building behind the incoming German army, which should be the farm's office or something. Judging from the vehicles and motorcycles parked at the door, there is at least a regiment-level headquarters, but unfortunately the distance is too far, and my troops do not carry any heavy weapons, so they cannot destroy the building that is seven or eight hundred meters away. thing.

When the German army was more than 300 meters away from the position, the sergeant ran to Bisklev's side panting and reported to him: "Report to Comrade Lieutenant, we found two latest MG42 machine guns in the enemy's position." , and even a 76.2mm cannon belonging to our army."

"What, there are cannons?" Bisklev was a little surprised when he learned that artillery was also found on the position: "Is it true?"

"Comrade Lieutenant," replied the sergeant, "according to my judgment, this cannon should have belonged to our army, but it fell into the hands of the Germans when the farm fell."

"Are there any shells?"

"Yes, there are about thirty or so."

"There are more than 30 rounds, that's enough." Bisklev turned to the sergeant and said, "Go and ask who has been an artilleryman."

"What do you want the artillery to do?" asked the sergeant, puzzled.

"Did you see that building in the distance?"

"I see," the sergeant nodded and said, "Judging from the style of the building, it should be the Soviet office of the farm, and the German army probably regards it as their headquarters at this moment."

"Comrade Sergeant, I think so too." Bisklev said with a smile: "I think it is at least a regimental command. Now that we have artillery, we can destroy them with artillery fire at a long distance. But here Before, we had to find two men who had been artillerymen."

"Don't worry, Comrade Lieutenant, I will find the artilleryman as soon as possible." The sergeant ran forward along the trench, and shouted at the same time: "Who has been an artilleryman, who has been an artilleryman, Squeak!"

An elderly soldier heard the shout, raised his hand, and said to the sergeant: "The sergeant said, I used to be an artilleryman."

"Great, this is really great." The sergeant pulled the old soldier up, and then shouted: "Who else is an artilleryman, who else is an artilleryman."

After some running around, the sergeant finally found three soldiers who had been artillerymen. Seeing that the people were almost found, he led them to the cannon and said to them: "Comrade Lieutenant has an order to use artillery fire to destroy the enemy headquarters in the distance. There are seven or eight hundred meters away from here." , are you sure to hit the target?"

"Comrade Sergeant," the old soldier who spoke first asked tentatively, "I want to ask, how many shells do we have?"

"Thirty rounds."

"There are more than 30 rounds." After listening to the sergeant's words, the old soldier showed a relaxed expression on his face: "It's enough."

It was a regimental command post of the German army that was targeted by Bisklev. At this moment, the German commander inside already knew that a group of Russians had occupied the edge of the farm, so he called a German battalion commander and ordered him to Said: "Major, immediately send troops to eliminate the Russians who broke into our army's defense zone."

"Don't worry, Mr. Colonel." The German battalion commander, who had already dispatched his troops, replied carelessly after receiving the call from the regimental commander: "I have already dispatched troops, and I believe it will not be long before this occupation can be eliminated." Russians in our positions."

Neither the German regiment commander nor the battalion commander paid much attention to Bisklev's troops. According to their thinking, a small army of dozens of people and at most one company to attack can kill them. Drive out of your own position, and there is even the possibility of annihilating them.

But what surprised the German commander was that when his troops were more than 200 meters away from the trench, there was suddenly the sound of machine gun fire on the position. The MG42 machine gun known as "Hitler's chainsaw" began to harvest the lives of German soldiers frantically. When he saw his subordinates fell in pieces like felled rice, the German battalion commander stomped his feet anxiously. Shouted: "Artillery, Artillery, provide immediate artillery support to our infantry."

The range of the German mortars is only 500 meters, and the gunners have now established firing positions 400 meters away from the trenches. After receiving the order from the battalion commander, he immediately shelled the Soviet positions in the distance.

Clouds of black gunpowder smoke rose over the Soviet positions. One of the mortar shells accurately hit a machine gun, blew it to pieces on the spot, and killed the machine gunner and co-shooter. After a while, the other machine gun also stopped firing, and it was unknown whether it was destroyed by artillery fire or moved to another location.

"Sergeant, Sergeant." Seeing that his position had been bombarded by the German army, Bisklev couldn't help feeling a little anxious. The reconnaissance force he commanded was not a regular army, and it would be too wasteful to engage in positional warfare with the enemy. Called to the front, told him: "Immediately order the artillery to fire, as long as the enemy's headquarters is destroyed, the enemy will fall into chaos, and then we will be more confident in holding the position."

The sergeant agreed, bent over and ran to the cannon position, and said to the veteran, "Comrade Lieutenant has an order to bombard the distant building immediately, and it must be completely destroyed in the shortest possible time."

"Load!" The old soldier ordered the ammunition hand, and then began to aim at the distant target. Soon, he reported to the sergeant: "Comrade sergeant, I have adjusted the angle and distance, ready to design!"

"Fire! Kill all the Germans in the building."

"Yes!" Hearing the sergeant's words, a young soldier jerked the gun rope in his hand. There was a loud "boom", and a ball of flames spewed out from the flat muzzle.

A few seconds later, the shell exploded a few meters away from the building, and a jet of black soil rose into the sky. Seeing that the target was not hit, the old soldier turned his head and shouted at the ammunition hand: "Continue loading!" While the ammunition hand picked up the shell and pushed it into the barrel again, he adjusted the shooting angle and range again.

After finishing his work, the old soldier turned around again and shouted at the gunner: "Fire!" Hearing the shout of the old soldier, the artilleryman yanked the gun rope in his hand, only to hear the sound of "boom", and the shell fired. Unloaded again.

This time the shells did not hit the open space, but hit the building accurately. The buildings on the farm were not made of brick-concrete structures or reinforced concrete. They were just double-layered wooden boards, which could not withstand the shells. They collapsed with a loud explosion. Buried in the ruins.