I stood at the table, holding the microphone in my hand and in a daze, tears of anger burst out of my eyes. I know that Aji's voice to take care is equivalent to his last words, and the team I have worked so hard to cultivate no longer exists.

"Leda, what's wrong?" The political commissar on the other side saw my strangeness and asked with concern.

I wiped the tears from my face and choked up, "The commanders and fighters who defended the station have all died!" ”

"So, the station is lost?"

"Yes."

As soon as I finished speaking, an object flew in from outside the house and landed at my feet with a thud. I looked down and saw that it was a long-handled grenade, emitting white smoke.

"Grenade, lie down!" The master roared, pounced, and crushed me, crushing me to the ground.

"Boom!" Just as I was stunned, the grenade exploded. The room was plunged into darkness in an instant, and all I could do was feel a "buzz" sound, a tingling pain in my eardrums, and a sharp pain in my left shoulder, and for a moment half of my body was almost numb. The gas lamp was shattered by shrapnel from the grenade, and the room was pitch black, and the air was filled with the choking smell of gunsmoke, which choked me and coughed.

The room suddenly lit up, and immediately fell into darkness again. There was a rush of footsteps at the door, as if someone had entered the headquarters. At that moment, I felt a lightness on my body, and then I heard a crisp gunshot. Just as I was in a daze, the room suddenly lit up, and a man came down the stairs and rolled down to my neighborhood. From the way he was dressed, I recognized it as a German soldier at a glance.

It was the division commander Panfilov who fired the shot, and when the German soldier he killed fell, he tore off the curtain of the door, and the light came in from the outside, relighting the room. He glanced at the corpse of the German soldier in front of him, then jumped up, grabbed his pistol and rushed out.

At this time, I came back to my senses, it turned out that it was the German sneak attack headquarters, and the grenade just now was thrown in by the German devils, if it wasn't for the division commander's quick reaction and threw me to the ground, I should have been at Marx's place at this time, drinking coffee with his old man. I struggled to my feet, stooped down and grabbed the submachine gun in the hands of the German soldiers, and rushed out with it.

The division commander rushed very fast, and I had just stepped up the stairs, and he had already rushed to the door of the headquarters. But as soon as he broke out of the ground, he immediately retreated, crouched down on the steps and shot outside. I passed by him and was about to rush out, but he grabbed my sleeve, pulled it back, and shouted, "Be careful to hide, there are enemy machine guns outside." ”

Panfilov's shooting attracted the attention of the Germans, and the dense fire immediately swept towards the door. The bullets hit the ground with smoke and dust, and the wooden door was full of holes.

I shook my head, brushed the dust off my hat, then looked at Panfilov, who was next to me with his back pressed against the earthen wall, and asked loudly: "Comrade division commander, what should we do?" ”

"The enemy's fire is so fierce that we can't rush out." Panfilov also answered me loudly, and then he shouted at the commissar who was staggering up the steps: "Quickly call and inform the nearby troops that the division command is under attack by the enemy, and ask them to send troops to the rescue as soon as possible." ”

"Yes!" The political commissar agreed, turned around and walked down.

Watching the commissar return to the table that had been overturned by the air wave, he picked up the telephone from the ground and began to shake the handle. I didn't think I should lie here and do nothing, so I raised my submachine gun and pulled the trigger sharply in the direction where the bullet was flying.

After firing a few bullets, I felt that the firepower of the German army seemed to have weakened, and I wondered in my heart, could it be that my marksmanship was so accurate that I knocked down the enemy in one fell swoop? Curious, I looked up and looked out, and the first thing that caught my eye was the two corpses lying at the door of the headquarters, judging from the uniforms, they were soldiers of our army, one of whom was the soldier who took the initiative to greet me last night.

More than thirty meters away from the headquarters, a German machine gun was rattling non-stop, but the direction of the fire was no longer aimed at us, but at the soldiers charging at them. Near here there was a platoon of guards, and seeing that the command was under attack, the fighters spontaneously launched an attack on the invading enemy from all directions.

Although our troops had the advantage in numbers and the fighters showed bravery, they were no match for these well-trained and experienced German soldiers. Except for one machine gun, the rest of the soldiers were all MP40 submachine guns; And almost all of our army are pistols, and occasionally a few rifles are considered heavy weapons. The intensity of fire on both sides was not at the same level at all, so as soon as the fire was exchanged, the guard platoon suffered a big loss. From time to time, someone screamed and fell to the ground, but the lucky one was only slightly injured and moaned in pain, and the bad luck was directly hit and killed. For a time, the outside of the headquarters became the Shura Hell, and fierce gunfire and screams of the wounded rang out one after another.