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I say familiar because I have seen this building in all the films and television works related to Stalingrad; I say strange because I have been to Stalingrad so many times, and today is the first time I have actually seen it.

Gladshev didn't come to my side at any time, he grabbed my arm and pulled it down vigorously, and said in a reproachful tone: "Comrade General, what are you looking at, don't die?" Didn't you see that the enemy's machine guns were strafing at us? ”

I hurriedly squatted down, smiled gratefully at him, and said, "I'm sorry, Comrade Major, I was stunned for a moment when I saw a very special building. ”

"Very special building?!" After repeating my words, Gladshev frowned and asked: "Comrade General, I wonder what special building you are seeing?" ”

"A fountain, a fountain." I replied briefly.

After listening to my words, his brows furrowed, and a sudden expression of realization appeared on his face: "Oh, so you are talking about the fountain in front of the station!" In the middle is a carved villa where six Young Pioneers are holding hands and dancing around a crocodile. Speaking of this, he suddenly paused, looked left and right, and then lowered his voice and said to me: "Comrade General, you said that the evil door is not evil, at least two hundred shells or bombs fell near the fountain, and the surrounding buildings were destroyed, and even the wall of the fountain cistern was blown down, but this carved villa was not damaged. Speaking of this taboo thing, he knew that there was no one around us, but he still cautiously looked around again.

Although I didn't observe the fountain for a long time, I could clearly see that although there were ruins around it, the sculpture in the middle was still intact, and I couldn't tell if it was really blessed by the gods. But at this time, I remembered the scene in "Soldiers in the City". It turned out that after Vasily and his comrades entered Stalingrad, they attacked the railway station a few hundred meters away with two rifles. I remember it in the movie. He just hid in the fountain pool with only five bullets. Killed five enemies.

Just as I was recalling the classic scene in "Soldiers in the City", Basmanov and the rest of the soldiers had already rushed over one after another. It was only when he crouched beside me and reported to me out of breath that I came to my senses and hurriedly asked him: "Comrade Captain, what are our casualties?" ”

Basmanov replied with a wry smile: "Report to the division commander, three fighters were killed and six were wounded. One of them was seriously injured. ”

I didn't expect that in order to pass through the 30-meter blockade line of Guò, we would actually pay a third of the casualties. I also didn't think it through, thinking that such a short distance, it only takes four or five seconds to get through guò, but I didn't expect that the initial slowness at the start of the start inevitably extended the time to pass guò, which led to an increase in casualties.

The corners of my mouth twitched violently, and then I asked, "Captain, where are the wounded?" ”

Basmanov raised his hand and pointed upward. "A soldier reported to me that there was a complete room on the second floor, so I asked them to take the wounded upstairs," he said. ”

I glanced up and up. Instinctively said, "Let's go, let's go up and have a look." With that, I lifted myself slightly, bent over and trotted down the building.

The soldiers of the guard platoon gathered in the building, and when they saw me running in, they all quickly stood up straight, and saluted me, as if waiting for my order. When I heard footsteps coming from behind, I knew it was Basmanov and Gladshev who were following me. Without looking back, he ordered: "Comrade Captain, you and the soldiers stay upstairs. The Major and I went upstairs to have a look. ”

After hearing Basmanov's answer, I shook my head at Gladshev. "Please, Comrade Major," politely said. We went to the second floor to see the wounded. ”

Gladshev lit me up in front with a flashlight, and we walked carefully down the staircase, full of construction debris, towards the second floor. When he was about to walk to the second company, a low shout came from the front: "Stop, who is it?" ”

I heard the Russian being shouted, and my heart was much more relaxed, because Germans don't know how to ask questions in Russian. Hurriedly replied: "It's a comrade from the guard platoon above, right?" ”

Hearing my voice, the person who spoke suddenly let out a low voice, and then apologized to me and said, "Ah, I'm sorry, Comrade Division, I didn't know it was you, please forgive me for being reckless." ”

Gladshev swept his flashlight over where the sound had come from, and saw a soldier with a rifle, standing three or five paces away from the stairs. Seeing that the flashlight was shining on his body, he hurriedly put the rifle on his shoulder and raised his hand to salute me: "Comrade division commander, I don't know what instructions you have?" ”

"Where are the wounded? Take us to see it. "I briefly explained what I was here for.

"Comrade Division Commander, please come with me." The warrior politely made a gesture of please, and limped down the hallway towards the front. Judging by the way he walks, he suffered a slight injury to his footsteps while passing through the Guò blockade.

The corridor was long, and in addition to broken stone and bricks, there were tattered shirts, children's toys, and some broken porcelain shards on the floor, and you could see how panicked the residents of the building were when they evacuated from here.

The soldier who was leading the way in front suddenly stopped, casually pushed open a door next to him, but did not enter immediately, but turned his head to me and said: "Comrade division commander, this is it, all the wounded are here." ”

I strode through the open door and saw a clear glimpse of the room in the light of the fire outside the window. One wounded man was lying on a small bed by the window in front of the door to the right, while three other soldiers, either with gauze wrapped around their hands or heads, were rummaging through boxes and cabinets in the next room. They opened all the cupboards in the room and took out all the clothes inside, and threw them on the floor as long as they were women's clothes, and the men's clothes were rolled up and stuffed into their backpacks. One of the wounded soldiers was still pressing his fists against the clothes inside to fit as much as he could.

"Comrades soldiers, what are you doing?" It was the first time I saw my subordinates taking the things of the common people without permission, and they were so at ease that I couldn't help but be angry, and couldn't help but yell at them in a stern tone: "What you are doing now. Is there any difference with those fascist invaders outside? ”

When the three wounded soldiers who were busy heard my voice, they were startled and quickly stopped what they were doing. Stand there and straighten up, honestly raise your hands and salute us.

"Who's taking the lead?" I approached them. glaring at them, he asked in an aggravated tone, "Who is the one who takes the lead in robbing the common people's things?" ”

One of the fighters, shirtless and with bandages on his shoulders, walked up to me, his face flushed, and muttered: "Comrade division commander, that's it. When we arrived in this room, there were still a lot of clothes left in the cupboard in the current room. And we didn't happen to have a change of clothes, so we planned to take some back. ”

"Throw everything out of your bag, and don't leave anything left." After I coldly gave this order, I saw that the three wounded soldiers were still standing stupidly in place, so I raised my voice: "What's the matter, didn't you hear my order?" ”

"Comrades soldiers," Gladshev said to the three men in a warning tone, "if you don't throw out all the contents of your bags at once, then don't blame us for being rude." As he spoke, his hand reached for the submachine gun hanging from his chest.

In the face of my and Gladshev's toughness, the wounded soldiers were unwilling. But I still had to honestly throw the clothes in my backpack out one by one.

And the soldier who led the way just now saw that the inner room was full of gunpowder, and hurriedly came in to play a round. He walked up to me with a tinplate box in his hand. He smiled and said to me, "Comrade Commander, let's have a piece of chocolate!" ”

"Chocolate? What chocolate? I asked curiously.

The soldier laboriously lifted the lid of the box, handed it to me, and said, "Eat, comrade division commander, this is the best chocolate in the country, and even money cannot buy it." ”

Seeing that the hospitality was difficult, I didn't shirk and grabbed a piece of chocolate from the box. Peel off the outside of the foil, put it in your mouth and taste it. Sure enough, it tasted good, no worse than the chocolates I ate in later life.

The soldier handed the box of chocolates to Major Gladshev. As if by magic, he took out another bottle of wine and said proudly to us: "Division, major, the weather is too cold, come, take a sip to keep out the cold." Then he instructed the warrior with the gauze wrapped around his shoulder, "Hey, what are you doing standing there, why don't you get the wine out of the cupboard?" ”

Hearing his command, the wounded soldier quickly turned around and ran to a small cupboard where the glass had been completely shattered, took out a few small white crystal wine glasses from it, and walked over to the soldier and handed them to the soldier.

The soldier took two of the wine glasses, poured half a glass of wine each, put the wine bottle aside, handed us a glass in one hand, and said politely: "Come and have a drink, Comrade Division Commander." ”

Although he was very courteous, I was full of disgust with him, we were still at war, and he actually wanted us to drink, and if we got drunk, the Germans would come and take us prisoner later. So I blocked the bar he handed over with my hand, and said dissatisfiedly: "Comrade soldiers, don't forget, the Germans are only one or two hundred meters away from us, and they may rush over at any time. ”

In the face of the fierce words, the soldier's face showed an embarrassed expression, but he did not expect Major Gladshev to stand up and intercede for the soldier: "Comrade General, don't worry, the Germans' defensive position is at the station, and they will not come to us casually." It's too cold at night, so you can keep out the cold with a drink. As long as you don't drink too much, you won't make a mistake. With that, he took the glass from the warrior's hand, brought it to his mouth, first licked the rim of the glass with the tip of his tongue, and then tilted his head and drank the whole glass.

After drinking, he smacked his mouth twice, took a deep breath and said, "Good wine, really good wine." It's been a long time since I've had such a good drink. As he spoke, he held out his glass in front of the warrior again, "Comrade warrior, bring me another glass." ”

Hearing Gladshev say this, the warrior suddenly became excited, and after agreeing, he picked up the bottle that had been set aside and poured another glass full of it. Gladshev did not refuse to come, and as soon as he tilted his head, he poured a full glass of wine into his throat. Then he held the cup in front of the warrior.

Seeing that the soldier wanted to pour him wine again, I hurriedly raised my hand to stop him, and at the same time reminded Gladshev: "Comrade Major, we still need you to lead the way to the headquarters, if you get drunk, we will not be able to get to the headquarters on time." ”

When Gladshev heard me say this, he could not help but hesitate, he looked at the bottle in the soldier's hand, turned his head to look at me, and finally gritted his teeth and pleaded with me: "Comrade General, let me have another drink, just one glass." I assure you, just take one last drink. ”

I looked at the size of the glass in Gladshev's hand, it was about three glasses now, and one or two of these alcoholic drunkards should not be able to fill them, and after a moment of hesitation, I nodded with difficulty, and put down the hand that was blocking the bottle.

When I saw Gladshev drink the third glass of wine again, I quickly grabbed his arm and said in a loud voice: "Let's go, Comrade Major, if we don't leave, we won't be able to get to the headquarters before dawn." ”

Gradshev, who was grabbed by my arm, looked at the bottle in the soldier's hand with great wistfulness, handed his glass back to the other party, and reluctantly left the room where I could drink.

The weight of a wine or two really didn't mean anything to Gladshev. As he continued to walk with us, his steps were still light, and when he spoke to me, the coherence was still clear.

At dawn, we finally came to the vicinity of the new headquarters, located on the banks of the Volga River. When the soldiers on duty saw our arrival, some of them came out of their hiding places to greet us, and some of them immediately ran to the headquarters to report to their superiors that our Shun Lì had arrived.

Before we could get to the headquarters, Chuikov had already walked out of it with several commanders. From a long way away, he shouted at me: "Comrade Oshanina, welcome to you. ”

"Hello, Comrade Commander." I didn't know if there was an enemy sniper nearby, so instead of saluting him, I stepped forward and shook his outstretched hand with both hands, and said, "Are you okay?" ”

After the handshake, Chuikov did not let go of my hand, but pulled me directly towards the headquarters where he came out. (To be continued)

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