By the time I returned to the duty room, the warrant officer on duty had already prepared my letter of appointment. When he saw me enter, he picked up a piece of paper from his desk and handed it to me.

When I took the letter of appointment and read it, I couldn't help but be dumbfounded. If it was a printed document, I could still read it somewhat, but the commands on the paper were not printed but handwritten, and the difference between the handwriting and the printed in Russian was so great that I couldn't understand what was written on the document at all.

I hesitated for a moment, and could only cheekily ask the warrant officer: "Comrade warrant officer, can you read me the contents of this document?" The font on it was so sloppy, and the light in the room was dim, I really couldn't read it clearly. With that, I was already blushing with shame.

The warrant officer did not notice my anomaly, but only looked at me dissatisfied, but patiently read the order to me: "To the commander of the garrison battalion of the Nameless Highlands: I have sent Sergeant Mushdakova Oshanina to you as the platoon leader of the anti-aircraft machine gun platoon, please accept it." Leningrad Air Defense Command. ”

"Who should I report to when I go?" I hurriedly asked again.

"When you go, you'll be told," said the warrant officer, looking a little impatient, and added, "the car and driver that took you to the highlands are already waiting outside, so hurry up." I'm done. ”

I quickly saluted him, then turned and walked out of the duty room.

I walked out of the gate of the Air Defense Command and saw that it was already evening, and a truck covered with canvas was parked not far in front of me. I was about to walk over and ask if it was a car going to the Pulkovo Heights, when the door of the truck opened, and a driver in a boat-shaped cap poked his head out of it and shouted: "Girl, are you going to the front?" ”

Girl! When I heard this word, I immediately reflexively looked left and right, but there was not even a figure at the door, except for the two soldiers standing guard.

"Hey! Hey! He then shouted: "Don't look around, it's you, hurry up and get in the car, the car has been waiting for you for a long time." ”

It turned out to be called me, alas, it's been so long, I still can't remember that I'm a female soldier now. I hurriedly walked a few steps, got into the car and sat in the co-pilot's seat, and asked tentatively: "Are you going to the Pulkovo Heights?" ”

"Yes, yes." As he spoke, the driver twisted the ignition key, and with a thud he pulled the gear lever, and the car started.

For a while, the driver was driving silently, and none of us spoke, but he always had an inexplicable smile on his face.

"Why are you so happy?" I finally couldn't help but ask him curiously.

"You're amazing!" He replied unexpectedly: "In such a short period of time, I have actually received two military merit medals." ”

"I've only just gotten it."

"I sincerely congratulate you, Comrade Sergeant."

"Xie Lu Xie, comrade driver. This was personally awarded by the commander of the Front. "When it comes to medals, I can't help but feel a little proud. But I soon felt a little embarrassed, these two medals are not easy. The Order of the Red Banner was awarded by the command in recognition of Leda's brilliant achievements in personally shooting down two enemy aircraft in an air defense battle; As for the battle in the forest, although all the German devils were wiped out, four female soldiers were killed, and Warrant Officer Vaskov was wounded and I don't know which hospital he was sent to, and I still haven't been able to find out his whereabouts, and I am a little ashamed that I have received the honor that should have belonged to them.

"Is it General Zhukov?"

"No, it was awarded by the commander of the Front, Marshal Voroshilov himself."

"Huh?!" He was a little surprised and said, "Don't you know the Tao yet?" Marshal Voroshilov had been recalled to the base camp last week, and he was now replaced by General Zhukov as commander of the Front. ”

"Oh," I hastened to explain, "I only came out of the hospital today, and I didn't know that Commander Lu Dao had been replaced. ”

"I love to drive at night," the talkative driver continued, "I'm always itching to run at full speed!" You don't have to worry about pedestrians, you don't have to worry about vehicles! Run like a fly and be king on the road! As he spoke, a policeman on the side of the road crossed to the front of the car from the sidewalk and stopped the car. When I was in Moscow, I was most afraid of the police stopping the car, and usually after stopping it, many of them were blackmailing in the name of checking driver's licenses and passports. The number of encounters I encountered, I unconsciously developed a phobia of the police.

Just as my heart was racing, I suddenly heard the driver's voice: "Hey, hey!" He shouted a warning to the police, "Look clearly! Don't delay me on my official duties. He poked his finger at the square cardboard pass that was taped to the windshield. The police took one look at the pass, saluted us, and took two steps back to the side of the road.

I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, smiled and looked at his driver, and then it occurred to me that I was not in Moscow in the later generations, but in Leningrad during the war years, in which soldiers have many privileges, and there is no need to be afraid of these policemen.

Without the restraint of the police, he disobeyed the traffic rules more and more, and drove his car down the empty streets, sometimes on the left and sometimes on the right, apparently because he was very happy to be able to drive so freely.

"Where are you?" He asked me again.

"Moscow." I said without thinking.

"Moscow!" He suddenly became excited, "What a coincidence, I am also a Muscovite, and I have been serving in Leningrad since I joined the army. My home is at 27 Lenin Street, where do you live? ”

"I live at 118 Mozhaisk Road, and from the balcony of my house I can see the Arc de Triomphe and the Victory Monument on Victory Square."

"Where do you live?" The driver asked, somewhat surprised, and at the same time, surprised, his foot removed from the damper.

The speed of the car slowed down suddenly.

"Watch your driving!" I hurriedly reminded him, and at the same time realized that I had made a serious mistake, that Victory Square was only built in 1995, and now that it was only 1941, he was not a time-traveler like me, how could he know that the building appeared more than 50 years later.

"My dear, what are you talking about about the Arc de Triomphe and Victory Square?!" The driver asked loudly as he adjusted the speed of the car. "I don't think I've ever heard of either of these places."

"Oh, I didn't make it clear, I mean: when the war is over, we should build a magnificent triumphal arch in Moscow, build a huge square, and build a tall monument to the goddess of victory in the middle of the square to commemorate the Great Patriotic War. It's best to have this location near the Kutuzov metro station on Mozhaisk Road, so that I can stand on the balcony of my home and look at these two great buildings every day. "I'm trying to make up for the mistake I just made.

"That's a great point." He did not have any doubts, and began to follow my train of thought and began to reverie: "I also hope that the German devils can be driven out as soon as possible, and then we can build the building you mentioned in Moscow to celebrate our victory." ”

The truck climbed a small hill and traveled some more distance, and the driver began to slow down. "Is this the destination?" When the driver parked the car next to the other trucks, I said with some exhaustion.

"Here we are." The driver confirmed.

I said thank you to the driver, pushed the door open and jumped in. The driver leaned across his seat, poked his head out of the door I hadn't closed, and pointed ahead to me: "You follow this road and see a half-buried shelter, which is the headquarters of the Nameless Heights, you should go there and report to the commander." ”

I greeted him again and walked along the bumpy path in the direction of Headquarters.

It didn't take long for a bulging earthen hut-style bunker to appear in front of it, and two soldiers in military uniforms paced around the room. Seeing me approaching the house, one of the fighters raised his hand to signal me to stop, and then said to me, "Comrade soldier, please show me your ID." ”

"I'm Sergeant Oshanina, the new platoon commander of the nameless Highland anti-aircraft machine gun platoon, and I'm here to report to the commander." As I spoke, I unbuttoned my jacket pocket, took out my military ID card and the appointment letter clipped inside, and handed it to him.

The soldier took the papers, read the letter of appointment carefully, flipped through the military ID, and stared at me, presumably checking the picture with himself, and then said to me, "Wait a minute," turned and opened the door and walked in, and the wooden door slammed shut as soon as he entered.

I understood that this soldier had gone in to report to his superiors, so I stood there and waited patiently.

The door opened, and the soldier came out again, and only returned his military ID card to me, but I didn't see the letter of appointment, probably from the commander who stayed in the room.

"You can go in, Comrade Sergeant, the commander is waiting for you inside."