Burning Moscow

　　 The soldier who fired the first shot just now was named Florin, the captain of the patrol, the rank of sergeant.

　　 After he carefully collected the rusks, he asked politely: "Comrade Commander, what should I call you?"

　　 "Oshanina," I said my name, and after thinking about it, I added: "Major Oshanina, my troops are on the ice transportation line."

Sergeant Froning nodded and said, "I see." Maybe he was sluggish and short-handed. He continued in a friendly tone, "Comrade Major, I was supposed to check your documents and travel documents in accordance with the regulations, but No need now. May I ask what you are doing in the city?"

　　 "Come and visit my mother and son." I knew that Sergeant Froning asked me that was his duty, so I answered truthfully.

　　 "Did you see it?" the sergeant asked with concern.

　　 I shook my head and said, "No. I found where they lived, only to know that they had been evacuated."

The sergeant was silent, and after a while, he said in a regretful tone: "It's all this **** war, otherwise we will not be separated from our relatives." Then the topic changed and asked me: "Comrade Major, you Where are you going next?"

　　 "I plan to take a ride or tram to the headquarters."

"Except for the trams that occasionally pass by, you can't get a ride on this road. I think we should **** you to the station to wait for the tram." Without waiting for me to say anything, he turned his head and said to the other two soldiers. Sentence: "Let's go."

　　 So the three of them accompanied me to the bus stop not far from the scene of the robbery. Because there were no people waiting for the bus on the platform, they were afraid of my loneliness and did not leave immediately, but took the initiative to stay and chat with me.

　　 Until a tram drove over and stopped in front of the station, when I was about to get on the bus, the three saluted me and said goodbye. Sergeant Froning also kindly reminded me: "Comrade Commander, in a while, it's time for the fascist bandits to shell the city. You must pay more attention to your safety."

　　 The driver of the tram is a young man with a peaked cap. When he saw me getting on the bus, he took the initiative to say: "Comrade Commander, you don't need to buy a ticket."

　　 After thanking him, I habitually squeezed towards the rear door of the car.

　　 Near the back door, there is an obese old lady standing. According to my visual observation, the weight is at least four hundred kilograms. If you want to get out of the car, you can only be sideways, otherwise you can't get out of the car door.

　　 The tram stopped and went, unknowingly it had already passed seven stops, one after another, many more passengers got on. I thought in my mind that when I stopped at the next stop, I would not be far from the destination. Because there were too many passengers in the car, many people took a lot of effort to squeeze out of the car. Seeing this scene, I secretly rejoiced. Fortunately, I had the foresight and stood at the back door ahead of time. Otherwise, after the tram arrives, I will have to squeeze in the crowd for a long time before getting off.

　　 I could see the station where I was going to get off from a distance, and suddenly there was a series of screaming noises in the sky. Then an artillery shell flew in and exploded very close to the tram, causing the body to shake. Then another shell landed on the left, about a few tens of points away from the tram, and exploded with a bang, raising a black and white plume of mud mixed with snow.

　　 Shelling! I immediately thought of Sergeant Florin's reminder. Unexpectedly, my luck was so bad that I was bombarded where I was about to get off.

　　 The driver stopped the car, opened the front and rear doors, and jumped out of the car first. The front and back ran, shouting to direct the passengers to get off and evacuate.

　　 At this time, the tweeter on the side of the road rang: "Attention, please pay attention! Residents, this area is under shelling. Please take refuge in the nearby air-raid shelter and do not walk in the street...."

　　 I could have jumped out of the car quickly, but was blocked by the fat old lady. She didn't know whether she was hungry, physically weak or had problems with her legs, and the whole person was moving in millimeters. Cannonballs exploded all over the street, and people who got off the front door had already quickly disappeared among the snow-covered buildings. All of us who got off the car through the back door were completely blocked by this old lady.

　　 I deliberately stepped back and got out of the car from the front, but I was completely blocked by the crowd coming up from behind. And those people don't know if they are frightened or confused, they just stare at the car door in front of them, completely ignoring the almost empty status of the front door.

The driver evacuated the passengers in the first half of the car and saw that there was no one in the second half of us. He ran over and stood a few steps away from the door, shouting loudly, "Hurry up, comrades! Hurry up." ,..."

　　 Before he could finish yelling, a shell exploded about 20 meters behind him. He only heard a scream, covered his back with his hands and fell softly to the side. An artillery shell exploded on the left side of the car, and shrapnel flying horizontally shattered only a few pieces of glass in the window and hit the passenger closest to the window.

　　 watched the driver fall down, and the screams and screams coming from behind. I knew that if no decisive measures were taken, the people in the car would be finished, so I bit my teeth and hit the fat old lady who was in the way with my shoulder. Under my impact, the top half of the old lady stuck out of the car, her hands desperately trying to keep her balance. Before she could find a stable balance, I pressed my knees against her hips again. She couldn't support it anymore, she flew out of the car door, and then fell heavily on the snow, splashing countless snow powder.

　　 I jumped out of the car almost at the same time the old lady landed, and quickly flashed aside to check the driver who fell on the ground. The passengers in the car suddenly became clear in front of them, jumped out of the car, and fled in all directions.

　　 Several pieces of shrapnel were inserted on the driver's back, one of which was in the position of the vest. Although there was still a breath, it could not be saved by sight. His nose and mouth were bleeding out, his whole body convulsed, and his legs kept kicking in the snow.

　　 I took a look and saw that there were no passengers in the car. I didn't care to check the life and death of the old lady who was hit by me. I carried the gun and followed the passengers into the building to find a safe place to avoid shelling.

　　 There is an air-raid shelter in the building complex. As soon as I ran in, a middle-aged woman wearing a red sleeve closed the iron door. As soon as the door was closed, the deafening cannons outside suddenly became much quieter.

"Comrade Commander, please go inside, it's too dangerous." There was a lantern hanging at the door. In the dim light, the women on duty saw the pistol hanging on my briefcase and belt and recognized it. After gaining my identity, take the initiative to show my favor.

　　 I declined her kindness, because I am not too embarrassed to stay with the passengers who escaped together. Although my decisive actions have saved many lives, the fat old lady is more ill-fated.

　　 "Comrade Commander, where are you from?" the middle-aged woman asked.

　　 "Ice transportation line."

　　 "Then do you know my husband? He is in the road protection team on the ice transportation line."

"What's his name?"

　　 "He's..." When the woman was saying her husband's name~www.wuxiaspot.com~, a shell fell and exploded not far from the outside, and the loud explosion masked her voice.

I didn’t hear her husband’s name clearly, so I couldn’t ask any more. I could only vaguely replied, “I’m sorry, I’ve never heard of this name.” Seeing her disappointed expression on her face, I quickly consoled her: "There are too many troops on the ice transportation line. Maybe his troops are not near our station, so it's not surprising that I haven't heard of his name."

　　The shelling lasted more than ten minutes before it stopped. Hearing the sound of the outside artillery stopped, I immediately wanted to go out, but was stopped by the woman on duty: "Comrade Commander, please wait a moment. You must confirm the safety outside before leaving."

　　 "How can I be sure if it is safe outside?"

Before she could answer me, the horn installed in the air-raid shelter suddenly sounded: "Residents, the shelling is over, everyone can leave the air-raid shelter. At the same time, I would like to remind everyone that if you find no explosive shells on the street, you should report it to the relevant authorities in time. ..."

　　 The woman opened the iron door, and after a long sigh of relief, she said to me: "Comrade Commander, it's safe outside now. You can leave with confidence."

　　 I left the air-raid shelter and went to the spot where the tram stopped to take a look. The tram has been overturned to the ground, and its body is burning. The place where the driver and the fat old lady lay just now was a deep pit, and there was nothing in it that belonged to human beings. I couldn't help being a little scared. If it wasn't for me to act decisively and push the old lady away from the road, I and so many passengers in the car would probably have been blown to pieces by German shells.