From the headquarters to the positions of the 230 regiment, it was only five or six hundred meters away, but there were no communication trenches leading directly there, so much so that I had to walk in the open most of the time.

Although the German offensive was temporarily stopped, they continued to fire cold guns and cold artillery at our position. As soon as I heard the sharp whistling of shells as soon as I was on the march, I quickly lay down and waited for the explosion to pass before I got up and continued on my way.

By the time of the 230 regiment's defensive line, nearly half an hour had passed. The tanks lined up behind the trenches were still firing at the enemy, but when I looked at them, only five were intact, and the others were either destroyed or their tracks were broken, and it seemed that they could not participate in the offensive operation.

I saw a couple of tank crews sitting behind a tank whose tracks had been blown off and bruised, so I walked over and asked them in a loud voice: "Comrades soldiers, where is your commander?" ”

They looked up at me at the sound, and then one of them pointed to a tank that was firing not far away and said, "Right there, Lieutenant Gusev is directing the battle." I nodded to him and walked briskly towards the tank. A soldier's muttering voice came from behind him: "Are all the men dead, and you actually sent a woman to the front line!" ”

Hearing this, I didn't look back at him, but went straight to the tank, tapped the turret shell with the butt of my gun, and saw that there was no movement inside, so I knocked it a few more times. This time there was an immediate response, the hatch clattered open, and a tank lieutenant leaned out, looked at me, and asked aloud, "What's the matter with you?" Comrade Sergeant. ”

Sergeant?! Who is he calling? I looked around for a moment, saw no one else, and then pointed my finger at myself and asked him hesitantly, "Are you calling me?" Comrade Lieutenant. ”

"Of course. Look, is there anyone else here besides you? He replied in a dissatisfied, tone.

I looked at the soldier's coat on my body and was relieved. Since I arrived in Moscow, I have been wearing a soldier's coat, although I had the opportunity to change into an officer's coat, but I did not change it, I did not want to wear a brand new coat on the battlefield and become a target for German snipers.

"I'm Major Oshanina, the Special Commissioner of the Front." I hastened to identify myself with him.

"I'm sorry! Comrade Major, I didn't see your rank clearly, I'm Lieutenant Gusev. The lieutenant quickly saluted me and apologized, and then asked me why, "Do you have any instructions?" ”

"Well, in a few minutes I will lead my troops to launch a counterattack against the enemy, and I hope that you will lead the remaining tanks and open the way for the infantry in front. Difficult? ”

"No problem, Comrade Major." Lieutenant Gusev excitedly replied, "Just look, as soon as you give the order, I will personally crush those Germans." ”

"Well, our army will do another salvo at the German devils later. As soon as the artillery fire stops, you will immediately lead the remaining tanks into a charge against the enemy, opening a way for us to attack. Do you understand? ”

"Very clear, Comrade Major."

After explaining the task to Lieutenant Gusev, I jumped into a trench more than half a person deep and walked along the communication trench to the regimental shelter. As I walked, I was blocked by a bunch of people in front of me. I said with some dissatisfaction: "Comrades, please give way, I will go to the regimental headquarters." ”

The few people in front of me immediately put their bodies against the edge of the trench and made way for me to see the situation in front of me, it turned out that it was a young man holding the body of an old man crying, and several people standing behind him were also wiping their eyes.

"What's going on?" I whispered to one of the fighters standing next to me.

"This is our regiment Pavlov father and son," the old soldier said to the weeping young man, "the young man is little Pavlov, when he jumped out of the trench to bomb the German tank, his father found that a German devil wanted to shoot cold, so he did not hesitate to jump out of the box to block the bullet for his son. ”

Listening to him say this, I also remembered the Pavlov father and son, who I had seen last time when I inspected the position with Zhukov. At that time, Zhukov also promised the old man that when the battle was over, he would be promoted to sergeant, but he did not expect him to die so soon. Seeing little Pavlov so sad couldn't help but affect my emotions, tears swirled in my eyes, and they could run down my cheeks at any moment.

But when I thought about it, I was about to launch an attack on the enemy, and if little Pavlov continued to grieve like this, it would affect morale. So I wiped my eyes, walked up to Pavlov and said to him in a loud voice: "Comrade Pavlov, now is not the time to be sad, wipe away your tears and stand up." ”

Pavlov was startled by my voice, looked up at me blankly, let go of his father's body, stood up mechanically, and looked at me for a long time before he said in a hoarse voice: "I know you, Comrade Commander, last time you went to inspect the position with Comrade General. "When I spoke, I didn't have the attitude that a subordinate should have towards a superior, and the few people standing around me also looked at me with unfriendly eyes.

I know that it is very impolite for me to interrupt other people's grief so abruptly, and it is inevitable that they will be disgusted. I felt an invisible wall between me and the others, alienating each other. I want to break through this wall and tear it down quickly. So I pointed to the front of the position and said loudly: "Tears are of no avail. The German devils who killed our loved ones were on the opposite side, picking up their guns and going to fight with them. The blood debt will be paid with blood, and let them pay with their lives the blood debt owed to us. ”

A few short words were enough to reconcile me with those who had been a little disgusted with me.

"Comrade Major." The commander of the 230th Regiment squeezed in front of me at some point, "Your combat mobilization is really characteristic." Rest assured, we will beat the German devils to the death. ”

At that moment, a new round of rockets whizzed over our heads and disappeared again into the enemy's attacking ranks. After the earth-shattering explosion, everything fell silent.

I jumped out of the trench, raised my submachine gun in my hand, and shouted: "Spread out in a straggler's formation, for the Motherland!" Before~~in~~! Avenge the fallen comrades! Before~~in~~! "Even though I was shouting loudly, the sound in my ears was very small, and I guess the explosion had made my hearing loss.

Our tanks rushed through the trenches and launched a charge. Then the fighters jumped out of the trenches, rifles with bayonets on them, and followed the tanks in a straggler formation, and attacked. I followed closely behind a tank, because this was a safe area, and as long as the enemy didn't open fire, a cold gun wouldn't be able to hit it.

After two volleys of our rocket artillery, the German attacking forces had already suffered heavy losses and were retreating in a panic, and the sudden counterattack of our troops exacerbated the confusion. Our air force also flew over the battlefield at this time, although there were only nine planes, but after they carried out a fierce bombing of the German tank troops, the German army lost the magic weapon they relied on, and was even more demoralized.

Originally, our skirmishers were striding forward behind the tanks, but I don't know who took the lead in trotting first, and suddenly the whole team changed from walking to trotting, and soon evolved into a fast run. Most of the Germans were desperately fleeing, and only a few diehards hid behind bunkers and opened fire on us. The soldiers rushed forward, and the German soldiers were either shot to death or stabbed to death with bayonets, and this sporadic resistance immediately collapsed.

In less than an hour, our counterattack forces reached a commanding height in the Porodino field. I saw a monumental tower in the shape of an octagonal plan, topped by a sculpture of an eagle, and the lower part of the tower was densely carved in Russian. I grabbed one of the soldiers next to me and asked, "What kind of memorial tower is this?" ”

"Comrade commander, you don't even know this?" The soldier looked at me in amazement: "This is the monument of the Russian army in Borodino, and the following text records the battle of Borodino." Seeing my dazed look, he added: "This place was the main position of the Russian army that year, guarded by the Seventh Army of the Russian Army under the command of General Raevsky, and in the whole battle, it was the fiercest contest and the most casualties, and it is said that tens of thousands of people died on both sides in this place alone." With that, he ran away to capture the German soldiers who had fled in all directions.

"Comrade commander," I was looking at the memorial tower when Pavlov called to me, and I turned my head to see that he was approaching with a rifle with a bayonet on it, carrying several dejected captives. He came up to me and reported: "I think these German devils are very strange, they don't speak German. ”

"Which of you knows Russian?" I asked at a few of the captives.

Several of the captives stared blankly at me, without any reaction.

"I know German," Pavlov added, "I asked them just now, but they didn't understand it." ”

If they don't know German and Russian, then they will definitely not be the puppet army played by the captured Soviet army, and since they are not puppet troops, what kind of troops will they be? I frowned and thought about it for a long time, but I couldn't come up with a result.

At this time, a soldier came running up to me and reported: "Comrade Major, the troops of the 4th Tank Brigade are in our division, and their commander is looking for you." ”

I nodded and said, "Okay, I'll go over right away." ”

As soon as I had walked a few steps, I stopped and returned to the captives and asked, "Who are you?" Which army is it? ”

"We are French." One of the captives understood my questioning and quickly answered me in English as well. Although the Hundred Years' War broke out between Britain and France, there were as many English-speaking French as French-speaking Englishmen, after all, knowing a foreign language was fashionable in their country. He went on to say: "We are a French legion made up of French volunteers. ”

"The French Legion of Volunteers, Huh!" I sneered and instructed Pavlov: "You take a few fighters and send them to the headquarters of the Front, these are not German devils, but a bunch of Frenchmen." If they try to escape, they don't have to talk nonsense, they will be killed. ”

"Yes!" Pavlov happily agreed, and left with the group of captives.

On my way to the 4th Tank Brigade, I saw a tank on the side of the road that had been damaged by the Germans during the attack on the high ground. Next to the already burned out tanks, lay the charred remains of several already dead tankmen, and I recognized one of them at once: this was Lieutenant Gusev.

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