"Tank division?" When I heard that such a unit was stationed nearby, I couldn't help but see that tank divisions were much better than tank brigades. General Katukov's tank brigade consisted of only about twenty tanks and could go on a rampage and be invincible in the offensive. Even if this tank division has losses, the number of tanks is definitely more than my tank brigade, and if they come to assist in the attack, it will not be a piece of cake to destroy the enemy entrenched in Khimkiri.

Thinking of this, I asked Bukov curiously: "Comrade Captain, since our tank division is stationed nearby, why don't you ask for their assistance, but rashly launch such an attack without the slightest chance of victory?" ”

After listening to my questioning, Bukov replied with a sad face: "Comrade division commander, I also sent someone to contact the tank division, but the other party said that they received an order to rest in place, and no one has the right to act without receiving an order from their superiors. The leaders of the district soviets gave me a death order to take Khimki back before dark, so I had to order the soldiers to attack the enemy in the settlements at all costs. ”

"Well, I see!" I know that he is only the commander of the militia unit, even if he is the commander of the regular army, he may not be able to let the tank division send troops, this is the place where Lao Maozi is dull, everything must be done in accordance with the regulations, but I don't know how much loss he will suffer in the rapidly changing battlefield. Originally, this matter had nothing to do with me, but since it happened, I had to take care of it. So I comforted him and said, "Comrade Captain, you should first stop the attack and arrange your defenses, so that the enemy on the opposite side will not take advantage of the weak attack." I'll try my luck now in the tank division, and you can send a soldier to show us the way!" ”

"It's good." He readily agreed, and called a soldier from the side, and asked him to lead the way.

I had just walked a few steps when I suddenly heard someone behind me asking, "Comrade battalion commander, what about our wounded lying on the open ground?" Hearing this, my heart beat suddenly, and my heart said: Yes, there are still many wounded in the troops that attacked just now, and there are still many wounded lying in the pile of corpses.

I slowed down and tilted my head slightly to hear what Bukov had to say. But Bukov did not speak, only sighed deeply. With this sigh, I understood his intentions, not that he didn't want to treat these wounded, but that he had more than enough strength to do so. The wounded were lying in the open ground, and if they had been sent out to help them, they would have become targets for the Germans. I also sighed secretly, there is nothing I can do about this, I can only let these wounded fend for themselves, this is war! Since I can't do anything for these wounded, there is no need to care about what to do with Bukov, just speed up and keep up with the leading fighters in front.

We walked in the forest for a quarter of an hour or so before we came across a vigilant warrior. He was very vigilant, and as soon as he saw us appear, he immediately ducked behind a tree, raised his gun and shouted at us who we were.

Yushchenko hurriedly came forward to report our identity and explain his intentions, and then he put down his gun and came out from behind the tree, saluted me, and reported that the tank division was stationed nearby and offered to lead the way for us.

After walking for a few more minutes, the soldier who led the way stopped, pointed to a wooden house more than ten meters away, and said: "Comrade commander, the command of the tank division is there, do you need me to inform you?" ”

"No, I'll just go in by myself. Go back and keep on duty! ”

"Yes!" The warrior agreed, saluted, and turned to leave.

Seeing that there was not even a sentry at the entrance of the wooden house, I couldn't help but sneer, and said in my heart that the commander of this tank division was really unreasonable, and there was not even a single soldier standing guard at the entrance of his own headquarters. I thought this as I pushed open the hidden wooden door.

There were quite a few people in the room, sitting around a long wooden table and discussing something. Seeing me as an uninvited guest, everyone fell silent, and a conductor sitting with his back to the door, without a hat and with bandages on his head, turned his head curiously when he saw that everyone was looking behind him.

The moment he turned his head, I could already see his badge, he was a lieutenant colonel. So I stepped forward, raised my right hand and saluted him, and politely asked, "Hello, Comrade Commander!" Who is the commander in the highest position here? ”

He stood up, walked up to me, and did not return the salute, but looked me up and down, and asked a little impatiently, "What part of you are from, and what is the matter with running to my headquarters?" ”

"Comrade Lieutenant Colonel!" Yushchenko stood beside me again and introduced him: "This is the commander of our 8th Guards Division, Oshanina. Because of her bravery and outstanding results, Comrade Stalin personally promoted her to the rank of major general today. After a slight pause, he said again in a very unceremonious tone: "According to the regulations, Comrade Lieutenant Colonel, you should salute Division Commander Oshanina. ”

After listening to Yushchenko's words, all the people who were sitting in the room stood up in an uproar. The lieutenant colonel, who was standing in front of me, hurriedly took half a step back, then raised his hand and saluted, and reported loudly: "Comrade General, Lieutenant Colonel Sergei Bunyachenko, Chief of Staff of the 389th Tank Division, reports to you that the troops are resting and waiting for your instructions!" ”

I scanned my gaze through the crowd in the room, and I didn't find anyone with a higher rank than him, so I couldn't help but ask: "What about the division commander, deputy division commander and political commissar?" ”

The chief of staff's eyes turned red, and replied in a low voice: "All sacrificed!" ”

"All sacrificed?!" This answer surprised me so much that I hurriedly asked, "What the hell is going on?" ”

"Our division was originally going to reinforce Klin, but on the way we suddenly received an order that Kling had been lost, and that we should move to the Green City north of Khimki, where we would deploy and organize a defense. The day before yesterday, the fascist bandits, under the cover of aircraft, tanks, artillery, launched a fierce attack on Greentown. Our division, with the cooperation of the defenders, carried out a counteroffensive against the attacking enemy forces. In order to prevent the enemy's advance towards Moscow, our division paid great sacrifices in two days of fighting, losing more than 160 tanks. The division commander, deputy division commander, and political commissar died honorably in this battle. ”

"Ahh This news surprised me, the loss of more than 160 tanks, then this tank division is almost to the extent of total annihilation, can they still be expected to provide support to the troops attacking Khimki? I took a deep breath and asked with a sense of luck, "Have all the tanks been lost?" Is there not a single one left? ”

"Nope! We now have six T-34s intact and ready to go into battle at any time. ”