Burning Moscow

　　 When leaving the church and walking outside the village, the four soldiers brought by Major Zuyev, two of them walked in the front and two behind, while Zuyev and I walked side by side in the middle. Because he didn't handcuff me, it seemed to people who didn't know that they were escorting me, but rather they were escorting me.

　　 When passing by the square, I ran into Paulina who had just returned from the well. A long distance away, she put down the bucket, stood there and greeted me loudly: "Comrade Female Commander, where are you going?"

　　 "Paulina, how are you!" I raised my hand to greet her politely, and said perfunctorily: "I want to go back to Moscow."

　　 "I wish you a safe journey and come back soon."

　　 "Thank you, Pauline."

　　 Watching Paulina lift the heavy bucket and leave, we continued to walk outside the village.

　　 Next to the temporary sentry box set up outside the village, there is a jeep and two trucks parked, all with license plates from the Ministry of Internal Affairs. In addition to the two outposts sent by the Resdayev camp, there were more than 30 soldiers standing by the car. Without Zuyev's explanation, I also knew that these vehicles and fighters were all prepared to **** me back to Moscow.

　　 Zuyev let me sit in the back of the jeep, and at the same time two fighters got into the car from the left and right and caught me in the middle. Before getting into the car, Zuyev called several soldiers and gave a few words in a low voice. When the soldiers turned and headed for the village, he opened the car door and sat in the position of the co-pilot and told the driver to drive.

　　 Except for the two soldiers who stood guard saluting me when I got on the car, I never saw anyone from the Resdayev camp or the guard company. I sighed with disappointment in my heart, saying that I didn't expect my character to be so bad that I would be so deserted when I was escorted into the city by someone from the Ministry of the Interior.

After driving for a while, through the window of the car, I suddenly saw a line of soldiers lined up along the roadside. They were wearing helmets and carrying submachine guns on their chests. All of them straightened their backs. It's like waiting for review on the side of the road.

"Comrade Oshanina," Major Zuyev, who was sitting in the front row, said to me, "These soldiers outside were all brought by General Kistyakov. They are here to see you off. "

　　 The jeep slowed down and passed slowly in front of the queue. I saw a familiar face appearing outside, Captain Lomov, commander of the 3rd Battalion of the 1077 Regiment. No, he has now been promoted to major. When the car passed by him, I heard him yell out loudly: "Everyone has it, salute to comrade teacher!"

　　 His commands were passed down one by one, and the soldiers raised their hands to the forehead to salute me, looking from a distance, like a group of sculptures.

　　 Zuyev sighed and said softly, "Comrade Oshanina, it seems that you have been respected by the soldiers, otherwise they will not brave the cold and wait to see you off by the side of the road."

　　 My eye sockets are hot, and there is a layer of mist on my eyes. Although I knew they couldn't see it, I also raised my hand to my forehead to salute and say goodbye to my subordinates.

　　 The distance from the village to downtown Moscow is too far. Although the jeep driver drove the car fast on the later section of the road, it was still dark when we entered the city.

　　Although the German army has been driven westward to 100~~300 kilometers away, the city is still under light control. Cars drove past the streets without turning on their lights. Most of the military vehicles, which were tightly shielded by tarps, were all driving to the front. The streets are full of tight camouflage. The city is quiet and orderly. The war and the recent approach of the enemy have left a special mark on the city.

　　 But I thought to myself that here, in these houses, in these closed windows, people have adapted to continue living in another way. Thinking of this, I felt unspeakable joy in my heart. I am proud to be able to witness this history and participate in this great battle.

　　 The car stopped while thinking about it. Zuyev turned his head and said to me: "Comrade Oshanina, we have already arrived at the Ministry of Internal Affairs. I'm sorry, but I have to wrong you first." Then he shook his head at the soldier next to me.

　　 The soldier sitting on my left, raised my hand, and snapped the handcuffs that he had prepared on my hand.

　　 got out of the car, and the two soldiers grabbed my arm from left to right, and escorted me into the building following Major Zuyev.

　　 I was finally taken into a conference room. Three people sat at the rectangular conference table. On the other side of the conference table was a chair. After Zuyev entered the door, he saluted those people and reported loudly: "Report Comrade Krochkov, I have brought Oshanina back, waiting for your instructions."

　　 Krochkov? ! When I heard this name, my heart sank quickly, and I couldn't help feeling a little frightened. You know, Colonel Bezikov and I were caught here last time. It was this man who was in charge of interrogating us. If Stalin hadn't called in time, we might have been shot.

　　 The man in military civilian clothes sitting in the middle made a gesture and told Zuyev: "Xiang, let her sit on a chair."

　　 "Yes!" Zuyev agreed, and let the two fighters push me into a chair and sit down.

　　 Two fighters stood straight behind me, but Zuyev ran to the other end of the conference table and stood behind Krochkov.

　　 Krochkov slammed the table and shouted: "Oshanina, do you know? Your behavior is really shameful, what you did has tainted the sacred name of the great Red Army..."

　　 I did not speak, but looked at Krochkov, who was sitting opposite, with provocative eyes.

Krochkov, who was flushed with anger by my uncooperative attitude, gave me a fierce look and yelled at me: "Do you know how serious the consequences are for slaughtering enemies who have put down their weapons? The excessive behavior of dealing with the prisoners will prevent the already shaken fascist bandits from surrendering, thus increasing the casualties of our soldiers on the front line...."

After he finished his roar, I replied coldly: "The fascist bandits I killed were all worthy of their crimes. I now regret not shooting them all by myself! Comrade Krochkov, I want to ask. You, what would you do if you saw your sister being raped and killed by the enemy and the body was insulted after death?"

"What are you talking about?" When Krochkov wanted to continue his anger, Major Zuyev leaned close to his ear and said a few words. I saw his expression suddenly changed, and I opened my mouth and said no for a long time. Talking. After a while, he stood up and said to the two internal affairs staff on the left and right: "Let’s go out with Major Zuyev first." Then he ordered the two soldiers standing behind me: "You look forward to it. She." Then Zuyev walked out of the meeting room with two unidentified staff members.

　　 A few of them left, and it took at least an hour before they came back. Except for Zuyev’s calm expression, all the other three were full of anger~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Krochkov just sat down, patted the table sharply, and then put it on the table. One of his tea cups fell out, and in the sound of the tea cup falling to pieces, he began to curse loudly: "Beasts, it's just a bunch of beasts. You should kill them, you should kill them all!"

　　 I was a little strange about Krochkov's performance. How could he follow Major Zuyev on a trip and he became like this. Did the major show him something that made him angry?

　　 Just as I was puzzled, Krochkov gave a strange command to the soldier standing behind me: "You two, open the handcuffs of Major General Oshanina, and then both go out."

　　 I was secretly relieved when I heard him call me my military rank. It seems that there is room for change. I just don’t know what Zuyev showed him just now that made his attitude change so much?

　　 The answer will soon be revealed.

　　 Krochkov sighed, got up to the place where the teapot was placed on the wall, poured a cup of tea, then pushed it in front of me, and said leisurely: "Sorry, Comrade Oshanina, you have been wronged."

　　 I looked at him blankly, not knowing what to say, but my heart said that your old man’s attitude has changed too quickly, right?

　　 His next sentence made me thoroughly understand what is going on. He said: “Before Zuyev brought you back, he had the body of Zoya who was killed be pulled back. Seeing the dilapidated body of the heroine, my whole person became angry and replaced what I was with you at the time. Location, I will not hesitate to give orders to shoot all these two-legged beasts with no humanity."