Hundreds of people shouted in unison, "Ula! At that moment, I even had the urge to take the lead in the charge, but fortunately, I held back.

I was helped down from the tank armor plate by Yushchenko and others, while Bukov stood in my position and continued to do agitation work. As soon as the shouting stopped, he shouted loudly: "Listen to my orders, all of them, get on the bayonet!" With his shout, the fighters standing around the tank took their bayonets from their waists and stuck them in their rifles. Seeing that the fighters were ready, Bukov nodded, turned back and said a few words to Bunyachenko, who had already gotten into the tank and only half of his body was exposed, and jumped off the tank as well.

Bunyachenko looked around and saw the bayonets gleaming in the sunlight that penetrated the trees, so he raised his right hand high and shouted: "For the Motherland!" For Stalin! He was answered with an earth-shattering "Ula! Sound. He turned his body, stared ahead, and when the shouting of the warriors had stopped, he swung his right hand forward and shouted, "Forward!" ”

With his shout, a puff of smoke erupted from the tail of his tank, and then the body jerked forward, the first to rush forward, and the fighters with bayonets and rifles shouted and charged behind.

While the fighters followed the tanks into the open field, Bukov and I went to the edge of the forest, in a makeshift fortification made of wood. This open-air fortification is half a man high, and there are more than a dozen soldiers who remain behind to serve as guards in it. As soon as I walked in, Bukov handed me a pair of binoculars so that we could observe the battle here.

From here in the forest to the edge of the residential area, it is about 300 meters. When the troops rushed past the first hundred meters, the Germans in the settlements did not move at all. When the troops advanced to 200 meters, the Germans began to block fire, first from machine guns in residential buildings, and then from armored vehicles parked outside buildings.

Under the sniper fire of the Germans, the two platoons that rushed to the front suffered casualties. This time, instead of rushing forward stupidly, as they had just done, the militia lay on the ground and shot back.

Seeing that the Germans began to shoot, Bnyachenko retracted into the turret and covered the canopy. Then the four tanks of our army stopped their advance, turned their guns, and opened fire on the point where the Germans were most intense. The fighting qualities of the tank crews who survived the brutal battle were awesome, and with the first round of fire, they took out three German armored vehicles. Two of them then stopped where they were and continued to fire at German firing points, while the other two continued to advance towards residential areas.

Seeing that the most threatening armored vehicle was taken out, the fighters who were already lying on the ground, under the command of their company platoon commander, got up and shouted and continued to rush forward with their weapons.

When the troops were only about 50 meters from the settlement, suddenly a shell whizzed out of the settlement and landed in the attacking ranks. The soldiers near the explosion point were blown up to the ground, except for those who were killed on the spot, and the wounded who had not died for a while fell to the ground and screamed loudly, which made me a few hundred meters away to hear it.

As the first tank rushed into the settlement, a part of the fighters followed. Seeing all this, Bukov, who was beside me, continued to hold the telescope in one hand, waved desperately with the other, and excitedly shouted: "Take it down!" The brethren took it down! Take Khimki back! Comrade division commander, you see, the fighters rushed forward. ”

I looked at the steady stream of fighters rushing into the settlements, and the two tanks that remained on the perimeter to clear the German firepower points with artillery, smiled wryly, and did not speak. In fact, I know very well in my heart that although our troops have already attacked, it does not mean that we have taken Khimki back. You must know that the road is going to be the hardest street battle that will take place. In street fighting in narrow urban areas, tanks can play a limited role, and to solve the battle, it is still necessary to rely on infantry, hoping that the roundabout troops will be able to join up with the troops in front as soon as possible.

"What? Khimki has been recaptured! A familiar voice suddenly sounded beside me, and I turned my head to see that it was the People's Commissar just now, and he said excitedly: "Hurry up and let me see!" With that, he snatched the telescope from Captain Bukov's hand.

I looked at him dissatisfied, and wanted to say a few words to him, when I saw Bukov next to me, he waved his hand desperately at me, signaling me not to have any more conflicts with this comrade commissioner. I snorted coldly and continued to pick up my binoculars to observe the battle.

After watching for a while, I heard the voice of Captain Bukov next to me: "Comrade People's Commissar, please don't stand so high, you know that there may be enemy snipers in the settlement of Langdao......"

I removed the telescope from my eyes and turned my head to see that Kashewski was standing on a horizontal log, most of his body was exposed outside the fortifications, and we were half a cut shorter than him, with only our heads exposed. I looked at him and said hatefully, "Someone as annoying as you is, it's better to let the German snipers kill you!" ”

As soon as I thought of this, I faintly heard the sound of bullets breaking through the air, and then Kaszewski's head was tilted back, and the whole person fell straight down, and his body hit the ground hard.

Bukov quickly pounced, and after a brief examination of Kashewsky, he shook his head and said to me: "Comrade division commander, he is hopeless, a sniper's bullet shattered his skull. ”

"Carry it away!" I said lightly, and then raised my binoculars and continued to observe the enemy's situation, for me, such a person dies when he dies, and he does not deserve sympathy at all.

"Yes!" Bukov agreed, and then arranged for the fighters to carry Kashewsky's body out of the fortifications.