The atmosphere in the car is very depressing.

Zhukov sat in the front seat without saying a word, and the driver was just driving with full attention. I sat in the back, bored looking out the window, the leaves of the trees in the forest were almost gone, and the grass on the ground was still green.

I fully understand Zhukov's mood at this moment, he is feeling sorry for those students. Although he said that on the battlefield just now, he also knew very well in his heart that it would undoubtedly be in vain to let those children who had just reached adulthood, with their simple equipment, use their young flesh and blood to hold on to such a position, and resist the surging German armored forces. Faced with such a reality, there is nothing he can do. After all, behind them, there are no troops of our army for the time being, and if they do not find a way to stop the Germans, they will rush all the way to the city of Moscow without hindrance.

"Shait," Zhukov said to the driver, "you're a Borodino, aren't you?" As soon as he spoke, the originally oppressive atmosphere in the car was suddenly swept away.

"Yes, Comrade General." The driver, Shait, replied happily.

"Anyway, the road is boring, you can explain to us the glorious history of Borodino!" When I heard Zhukov say this, my attention immediately focused, because I still didn't know anything about this place, and I hoped to know more about the situation in this area through the driver's narration.

"It's good." The driver said yes and told us the story of Borodino as he drove. In June 1812, the French Emperor Napoleon, who had conquered most of Europe, personally led an army of 600,000 to invade Russia, and he threatened to defeat Russia completely within half a year.

Due to the successive defeats of the Russian army at the beginning of the war, Tsar Alexander I thought that this was due to the incompetence of the commander of the Russian army, Prince Detoli, so he removed him from his post and replaced him with the elderly Kutuzov. After Kutuzov, who was supported by his subordinates, took office, according to the changes in the situation on the battlefield, he gathered a large number of troops and took the initiative to fight a life-and-death battle with the French army in the Borodino area in September.

Although the battle ended with the retreat of the Russian army, the French army failed to win favor, and both sides suffered heavy casualties. So much so that shortly after the capture of Moscow, Napoleon had to withdraw from Moscow in disgrace due to the lack of troops and the threat of logistical supplies. At this time, Kutuzov took the opportunity to organize troops for a full-scale counteroffensive and completely defeated the invading French army. Napoleon, who was invincible, fled back to Paris with only a few hundred men.

Hearing Shait say that, I also remembered what kind of place it was. In the early years, when I was still a student, when I read Tolstoy's War and Peace, I saw this history that Russians should be proud of. The Russians fought a life-and-death battle with the French here that would determine the fate of the country. Unexpectedly, one hundred and thirty years later, the Soviets will have a decisive battle with the invading German devils here. Thankfully, both Napoleon and Hitler were in this place called Borodino.

The memories that had been dormant in my mind came back to life, and I recalled the details of the novel. I remember that later Lermontov also wrote a long poem called "Borodino". However, the poem was too long for me to remember, so I tentatively asked the driver: "Do you remember Lermontov's long poem "Borodino"? ”

"Yes, of course I do!" The driver said excitedly, and then began to recite aloud: "Uncle, you said that is true? A raging fire burned Moscow, but the French were not cheapened? Haven't you fought several tough battles? It is said that it was very fierce at that time, no wonder we, the whole of Russia, remembered Borodino! ……”

“…… Yes, the people of our time were not like today's generation, they were good men - not like you! We had a difficult fate, and not many people came back from the battlefield. If it weren't for God's purpose, how could he have abandoned the city of Moscow? ......" Zhukov also recited with great interest.

Just as the two of them were happily reciting the famous long poem in unison, I suddenly heard a loud roar of engines outside. I hurriedly looked around, intently searching for the source of the strange sound. I looked out the window and saw a long cannon barrel sticking out of the trees in front of me, and then a birch tree crashed to the ground, and the turret of a tank appeared in full view.

"It's a German tank! Reverse! I interrupted the poetry reading of the two and patted the driver on the shoulder in a hurry.

The sedan came to a screeching halt, and I scrambled to turn on the safety of my submachine gun, ready to roll down the window and shoot out. At that moment, a shell landed a few meters away from the car and exploded, splashing up the mud and then slamming heavily into the car. The glass on my side was suddenly covered in a thick layer of mud, completely obscuring my view.

The driver quickly turned a corner and increased the throttle to escape from this dangerous area. Machine guns on German tanks began to strafe, and a long line of bullets hit our body accurately, clanging. Immediately afterward, another shell exploded in the back of the car, and the mud covered the glass behind the car tightly.

I thought I should shoot outward, so I hurriedly smashed the glass of the rear window with the butt, stretched the submachine gun out of the window, and pulled the trigger on the spot where the enemy tank was. I was shooting completely instinctively, and I didn't think that shooting a tank with a submachine gun would have no effect, and I didn't even hear the sound of bullets coming out of the chamber, but I only felt the submachine gun tremble in my hand, and I hurriedly spat out a shuttle bullet at the German tank.

"Rush into the forest." I heard Zhukov behind me shouting loudly to the driver.

The disc ran out of bullets, and I skillfully replaced it with a new magazine and continued firing at the tank. However, due to the jolting of the car, most of the bullets I fired missed the target.

Perhaps because the roads were muddy and difficult to navigate, the German tanks were moving too slowly, so they just fired at us from a distance, and did not catch up, and in a short time we were thrown off.

"You're fine, are you? Lida. Zhukov in the front row asked with concern. Didn't get hurt, right? ”

"Everything works fine. Georgy Konstantinovich. Although there was no shadow of the German tank behind me, my heart was still pounding, and when I heard Zhukov's question, I tried my best to stop my knees from trembling and make my voice calm and composed, "The enemy has been eliminated by us." ”

We went around the forest and came to the command of the Western Front in the evening in Porodino.

As I got out of the car, I heard Shait counting bullet holes in the body. He looked up and said to us, "What a miracle! At least forty bullets were in the body, and the trunk lid was sieveed, but the fuel tank and engine were still intact, so we were able to come back safely, apparently with God's blessing. ”

"Alright, Shait." Zhukov said: "Count your miracles later, first drive the car to the pit to repair it." ”

"Yes." Shait agreed, and was about to open the car door, but was stopped by Zhukov. Zhukov stepped forward and hugged him, and said in a grateful tone: "Thank you, young man, it was you who saved our lives. ”

"What do you mean? Comrade General. Shait was a little surprised and said, "Look at what you said! Isn't it the same thing that I'm going to save my own life, too? ”

"Well," Zhukov said. "I won't forget. It's rare for you to go back to Borodino, and I wanted to give you a few days off to go home and see your family. But no, the battle may be about to begin, Shait. Maybe a day, maybe not a day before the battle will begin. He paused and said, "Now, you get to the pits right now, right now." ”

Then he turned to me and said, "Come with me to the headquarters, brave girl." Then he strode towards the house where the headquarters was located.

I looked at his back, then walked up to Shait, looked at him and said sincerely, "Thank you!" Then he lifted his toes and kissed him on the cheek like a dragonfly, and without waiting for him to say anything, he immediately turned and chased Zhukov, who was walking in front.