The last two sections of the train were still in the tunnel, and the gap between the car and the tunnel wall was very small, and I didn't feel it when I walked alone, but I felt a little crowded when I walked side by side with Bukov. At this time, I couldn't help but admire the prescience of the mother with the baby, in such a narrow place, if you push a stroller, you really can't walk.

I asked Bukov: "Who is there with the bomb?" ”

"The lieutenant you brought is here. I told him that as soon as I heard something about the bomb, I would immediately fire a warning shot, so that we could move the crowd to a safe place in time. Although you can't go outside yet, you can hide in the tunnel of the subway line, and no matter how powerful the bomb is, it is impossible to blow up the entire subway station. ”

"Well, you have a point." Although I said this, I didn't think so, since the bomb could penetrate more than ten or twenty meters of soil and penetrate the marble and fall on the subway track, the power of the explosion would not be small. Even if the explosion does not collapse the buildings here, the shock wave from the explosion is estimated to kill many people.

As we spoke, we had unconsciously arrived in the hall. As soon as I entered the hall, I saw a swarthy crowd of people, estimated to be about eight or nine hundred. However, because Lao Maozi has a habit of not making loud noises in public, although there are many people, only a few people are talking in low voices, and the hall still seems very quiet.

Standing in the front row, there are handsome young men in shirts and trousers, beautiful girls in various colors of bragi, intellectuals wearing glasses and briefcases, old people with old age and crutches, and cute children who have not taken off their childishness......

Saw us walk into the hall and emerge from the crowd with a police officer. I glanced at his epaulettes, which were three stars, a captain. He walked up to us, took out his ID and handed it over, saying: "I am Captain Gustov, the deputy chief of the Criminal Investigation Section of the 51st Civil Police Department in Moscow, and this is my ID. I wonder what's going on here? What's up with that damn bomb that made us emergency stop? And you guys are wearing World War II uniforms for everything, are you making movies? ”

Bukov took the document and looked at it, couldn't help frowning, handed it to me, and then questioned the police captain: "Comrade Captain, I don't understand what you are saying. We are fighters and are fighting to defend our homeland. The Germans have already hit the city of the capital Moscow, who has the leisure to make any movies? ”

I flipped through my papers, didn't speak, and handed him back the captain's papers. When he took the ID, he looked me up and down, and said unconvinced: "I said that I didn't make a movie," he pointed to me, "In the structure of our army, the highest rank of a female soldier is only lieutenant." And look at you, the collar medal is actually the rank of lieutenant colonel, and what is even more excessive is that he also wears two Red Banner Medals and a bravery medal on his chest, which is simply a fantasy. ”

"She is the commander of our Eighth Guards Division, Lieutenant Colonel Oshanina." Grissa, who came behind me at some point, opened her mouth to reveal my identity.

Unexpectedly, the other party smiled contemptuously and said disdainfully: "Pull it down!" You still want to deceive people, people with a little military common sense know that on the day when the 316th Infantry Division received the honorary title of the 8th Guards Division, the division commander General Panfilov died near his headquarters, and he was succeeded by Major General Leviakin, the first commander of the Guards Division. ”

Listening to his words, I was stunned, it turned out that my arrival still caused a small deviation in history, and the position that should have belonged to General Leviagin was actually robbed by me? In a hurry, I was speechless for the ridicule of the captain of the police.

Seeing that there was no answer on our side, the train driver also ran over and asked in a dissatisfied tone: "I said Comrade Commander, you are almost joking, when will my train run again?" Don't delay According to the schedule, I departed from Belarus at 21:16 and arrived at Red Blesno Station at exactly 21:30, and now it's 45 minutes, which is a long delay. Please go and get the station staff and ask them to prove to me that I missed the order because of special reasons. ”

Perhaps hearing the driver and the police say this, the originally quiet crowd began to riot, and even an old lady stood up and shouted at us.

"Quiet! Comrades, please be quiet!! Bukov shouted loudly, trying to stop the commotion, but his thin voice was completely silenced by the cacophony of voices. People began to rush forward, pushing back the wall of men who saw that the situation was not right and rushed to run arm in arm.

"Smack! Syllable! Syllable! Three crisp gunshots rang out suddenly, stabilizing the situation that seemed to be out of control, and the crowd fell silent, staring behind me in a daze. I turned my head to see that it was Second Lieutenant Dolnikov, who was holding up a pistol with a smoking pistol and shouting: "Quiet! What do you want to do? Give me all the quiet! Then he turned to the group of soldiers standing behind him and shouted, "What are you still doing in a daze? These are dangerous people, come up and control them all. ”

With his shout, Hula rushed up more than two dozen warriors. When they crossed me, I realized that these fighters were dressed differently from those of Bukov, they were dressed in dark green uniforms, blue cloth hats, and light machine guns with large discs in their hands. When I saw them in this outfit, I couldn't help but shudder, and suddenly remembered that they were the NKVD troops who held the power of life and death.

Seeing these fierce warriors standing in front of them with guns, people were a little flustered, and they involuntarily retreated in unison. But the people behind didn't know what was going on, and they were still squeezing forward, and the scene was a mess for a while. I looked at Bukov beside me, and saw that his face was also blue, his lips were white, and his body was trembling slightly.

Second Lieutenant Dolnikov crossed the cordon with a gun, walked to a stop in front of the crowd. His gaze swept over the crowd, then he raised his left hand, pointed at the police captain, and said, "Come here!" ”

The captain of the people's police walked up to him with a big grin and asked dissatisfiedly: "It's time to finish, Comrade Second Lieutenant!" How long do you want to continue this farce, don't delay everyone going home, many people will have to go to work tomorrow! ”

Instead of answering his question directly, Dolnikov pointed his epaulettes at the muzzle of a gun and asked: "What's going on?" What is your military rank on the epaulettes, and what is the military rank of three stars? ”

Captain Gustov of the People's Police was asked by him, and he was a little inexplicable, and he said blankly: "The military rank is originally worn on epaulettes, if you were a real officer, wouldn't you not even know this bit of common sense?" In June 1943, our country carried out a military rank reform, abolishing the practice of wearing military ranks on collar badges and replacing them with epaulettes. My rank is captain, can't you see it? ”

"Nonsense!" Dolnikov gritted his teeth and said viciously: "Do you think you can deceive us in this way? You damned German spy! As he spoke, he raised his pistol and pointed it at Gustov.

Not to be outdone, Gustov reached out and reached for his waist, ready to draw his gun. A soldier beside Dolnikov pulled the trigger sharply, and in the deafening sound of gunfire, a row of bloody holes were instantly opened in the chest of Gustov's light blue uniform, and the crater with gunsmoke jumped out of the chamber and fell to the marble floor, making a crisp clang. Gustov clutched his chest, anger welling up in his eyes, glared fiercely at the warrior who shot him, took a difficult step forward, and then fell straight on his back. Seeing him fall to the ground, the people around him screamed in unison and scattered in all directions.

I stood in the back and watched everything happen. Due to Dolnikov's special status, in this case, even though my military rank was much higher than his, I did not dare to step forward to stop him, and could only stand in place and tremble with fright. Actually, it wasn't just me, even Captain Bukov just stood there in a daze. The Ministry of Internal Affairs is synonymous with horror for everyone, they can do things as they like, and no one has the right to stop them except their superiors. Bukov has no rights, and I have no rights, even high-ranking commanders like Rokossovsky and Zhukov, who do not have this right.

Dolnikov stepped forward, pointed a gun at the train driver again, and said loudly: "You! Come out! ”

The driver walked out of the crowd trembling and pleaded with tears: "Don't kill me!" Don't kill me! ”

Dolnikov grabbed him by the collar, put a gun to his temple, and shouted loudly: "Say, are you spies for the Germans?" ”

"No, no, no!" The driver was frightened and shouted: "We are really not spies, the Germans are our allies, our allies...... Don't kill me! Don't kill me! ……”

Dolnikov struck the driver several times on the head with a gun, and the driver immediately bled profusely and fell to the ground groaning. Seeing the driver's embarrassed appearance, he was still angry, and scolded viciously: "You still say that they are not spies, the Germans have all hit the city of Moscow, and they may attack the city at any time, and you still say that they are our allies?" ”

"What are you doing? Stop it! An old man with a cane trembled out of the crowd, came to Dolnikov, raised his cane and pointed at him, and said, "Why do you want to beat the driver?" He was right, Germany is now our ally, and Berlin still has our troops stationed. ”

Perhaps seeing that the other party was an old man, Second Lieutenant Dolnikov's attitude was a little better, at least he didn't punch and kick the old man, but his tone of voice was still very tough: "You said that our army is stationed in Berlin, so who is fighting with us outside Moscow?" And the bomb on the railroad tracks, who dropped it? ”

"Can you show me there?" The old man asked, holding his cane in both hands, looking at Dolnikov.

"You?!" Dolnikov said contemptuously: "What use can you do if you go to see it?" ”

The old man looked at him and said in a calm tone: "I am a veteran of World War II, and after I retired from the army, I entered the arsenal to work, and I was a senior engineer in the factory before I retired. ”

I knew what these people were in front of me and where they came from, and when I heard the old man say this, I hurriedly stepped forward to play a round: "Comrade Second Lieutenant, since the old man said so, take him over to have a look, and I'll talk about other things later." With that, I stepped forward and grabbed the old man and took him to the platform to see the bomb.

Seeing that I had helped the old man away, Dornikov had no choice but to order his subordinates: "Watch over them." "Then, like Bukov and the others, he followed us to the platform.

As soon as I reached the platform, the old man suddenly let out a sigh, then broke free from my arm and rushed forward, squatting down on the edge of the platform, and kept muttering, "This is impossible, this is impossible." ……”

"What's wrong? Old man! Ramis, who was crouching next to him and monitoring the bomb, asked curiously.

The old man pointed to the bomb and said to us: "You see, this is a German SD-1800 ground-piercing bomb, which is specially used against our reinforced concrete anti-aircraft basement. Like the SC-2500 bomb that bombed the Brest Fortress, it was a powerful heavy bomb, but it was discontinued twenty years ago, so how could it be here? ”

"We all know it's a heavy bomb, but how do you tell the difference between the types of bombs?" Bukov also came to be interested.

The old man listened to his words and said a little proudly: "You don't understand it, let me do it for you." The German army's aviation blasting bombs are usually divided into six categories: 50 kg, 250 kg, 500 kg, 1 ton, 1.8 ton, and 2.5 tons. The blasting projectile with the designation of SC is a thin-walled type, the SD is a thick-walled type, and the rear tail number is the weight of the bomb in kilograms. For example, the Germans dropped the SC-2500 type on the Brest fortress. That is, a 2.5-ton thin-walled bomb. And this ......," he pointed to the shell of the bomb with his cane, and said, "Look, doesn't it say SD-1800, which means 1.8 tons of bombs." Then he teased: "The Germans stipulate that bombs under 1 ton should be painted dark gray, and bombs over 1 ton should be painted sky blue camouflage." Make the bomb blend in with the sky when it falls, prevent the bomb from being too big, and when it falls in the air, it will be hit by an anti-aircraft gun and explode early. ”

The old man regarded everyone as his students, and explained the common sense of weapons in a serious manner. And I stood beside me, anxious, not knowing what Ensign Dornikov would do with the traversers later.