My Third Empire

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For the Soviets in Moscow City, the fighting has been the main theme of the day for several months. These civilians and soldiers have become accustomed to survive in the rubble, used to lingering in the rain of bullets.

A young man in overalls, a forward hat, and a Mosinagan rifle in his hand quickly walked up a staircase full of tatters, his shoes kicked on a staircase made of wood Stepped on, and made a series of creaking sounds on the slightly old stairs.

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

"Mr. Afjay, this is the handwriting order I just received from Marshal Zhukov. He ordered the lifting of the restrictions on the movement of all civilians and allowed civilians to take refuge in the German occupation." Speak to the commander named Afjay.

Afjay froze, then opened the file that was already in his hand, looked at it carefully, and then didn't know what to do, and he didn't speak for a while. He was actually just a policeman who managed 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 personally took more than 100 young people and old people in this block to support the front line battle, but less than 20 came back.

He now has more than 1,500 so-called soldiers. Most of these soldiers are women and children, as well as some old men who have unstable guns. What made him even more desperate was that these more than 1,500 so-called soldiers had only 110 various pistols and rifles. The rest are only "weapons" such as kitchen knives or wooden sticks, and there is no trace of combat effectiveness at all.

Even for the only 110 types of firearms, most of them have no accurate heads because of preservation problems. Each gun has only two or three rounds of bullets, and even a decent battle cannot be supported. On the contrary, maybe a kitchen knife or wooden stick is more combative, because after all, you do n’t have to worry about bullets.

If you know that even rifles are pitiful, it is even less likely to distribute bayonet-like accessories to these civilians. In addition, there are no heavy weapons such as tanks and cannons in the entire block. The only anti-aircraft gun was transferred a few days ago, and they did not have any weapons to deal with German tanks.

However, because of the provisions of the Moscow Defense Order, these people are not allowed to leave or surrender, and even have been counted as a regiment to use-although these people may not even have the combat strength of a regular infantry company, but they have been Counted as a whole group.

At the beginning, the relevant combat orders were passed to Afjay. Even in the first few days, he could receive related briefings and brief notifications of changes in the combat situation. In those days, Afjay was even required to organize relevant personnel for training and mobilize the elderly to dig trenches and other defensive facilities.

Unfortunately, as the battle progressed, Afjay had not received any relevant notice of the battle situation. He did not know where the Germans had entered. Until yesterday, the one who had retreated came with only 50 people. The infantry battalion told them that there was only about 200 meters between the Germans and them.

Now Afjay still remembers the Soviet Red Army soldiers who were defeated from the front, the ragged appearance, these soldiers also had little ammunition, and even they did not have any decent heavy weapons, and several people carried ** sand submachine guns There are also two people carrying light machine guns, only the steel helmet above their heads, which makes them slightly more formal.

"Since yesterday, we are here on the front line. I heard that the Germans will fire on everyone, but there is a regular infantry regiment in front of us ..." Afjay closed the long document and sent it to the young The soldier said, "What do you think of this order?"

"Mr. Afjay, I was just a child laborer who sent milk six months ago ... I do n’t know what else is worth sticking with in the fight now, but I think that those grandma and old Grandpa and girls, leave this **** ghost place. "The young man looked at the old man and child huddled on the bed or on the floor in the room, and said to Afjay.

Afjay nodded, put the document in his pocket, and then said to the young man in front of him: "You are right, boy, we should let these incompetent old men and girls leave here. You go to count and see how many people can walk on their own, and those who are willing to leave here, report to me before dinner today, can you do it? "

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

The man who was a Soviet policeman shook his head, reached out and patted the young man ’s shoulder, and said, “I have nothing to miss. After my daughter was killed by a German bomber, I It has been decided to fight here until the last moment. You can all leave, but this is my position. I want to stay on the position. After all, I have military uniforms, do n’t I? "

The young man looked at the middle-aged man who had been leading them since two months ago, and finally he didn't say anything. He just nodded, then turned 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 front of the army, General Watujing has really sacrificed." The young man nodded in front of an old woman, and then whispered: "Comrade Zhukov Marshal ordered that civilians be allowed Leave the encirclement and take refuge on the German side. The order says that this is not a surrender. Would you like to leave? "

"My God ... can we leave? What about you? Follow us?" The old woman's face was wrinkled, and she spoke with a tremor, but her teeth were still clear, and the questions asked were very caring. , Several women around raised their ears, wanting to hear every detail.

"Old people, children and women can leave. Men seem to be allowed if they want to leave. But Mr. Afjay does not plan to leave, and I want to stay with him." The young man squeezed a smile. She smiled reluctantly at the old woman.

"Child! Believe me, leave here!" The old lady persuaded the young man's hand to persuade: "We have done enough for this country, and now there is no way to change everything, you stay except to die in vain, There's no point."

The young man scratched his head across his forward hat with his hands, and finally comforted the old woman in front of him: "Ma'am, I haven't really figured out if I want to leave, I don't want to leave Afjay I left alone, but to be honest I do n’t want to die here, after all, it ’s not a comfortable thing. "

He had seen the dead man, lying on the edge of the ruins with his heart broken, and his eyes did not know what the reason was, and it looked scary. He didn't want to be like that, it made people look terrible and uncomfortable.

"I'm leaving! Me and my daughter are leaving!" A woman pulled her daughter, who may be only five years old, and said to the young man, "Do you allow us to carry luggage? For example, clothes and jewelry?" "

"Ma'am, you can bring clothes and jewelry, but I think there is no shortage of food for the Germans. If you still have food, you can stay for those who need them." The young man embarrassedly suggested : "After all, we do n’t have much to eat here, but I think you might need these too ... well ... I do n’t know what I ’m talking about, in short, I personally do n’t force you to leave anything ..."

When they heard that they could take away their property, they became more at ease, so they began to pack their luggage, and the number of people doing so increased with the statistics of young people. When Afjay walked through the corridor, he noticed that almost everyone was packing up his belongings, frowned, but said nothing, and walked back to his place.

"Are you sure you said to leave voluntarily, instead of ordering them to leave?" Once again seeing a young man with a rifle and a forward cap, Afjay asked, "How do I see almost all the people packing up?" Things? Do everyone want to leave here? "

"Mr. Afjay, that's true. There weren't any soldiers here. The reason they stayed here was because they would be shot and killed if they crossed the line of defense." The young man shrugged his shoulders to himself. Dear Mr. Afjay said: "Now that they have orders, they will of course leave ... there is really no one here who is a soldier, they don't even have weapons, they can only stay here and wait to die."

Afjay glanced at the young man, and finally nodded his head. He said nothing more, but when he sat down, there was a little more depression, and he looked more lonely and sad.

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