When Lieutenant Colonel Serebryavko walked out of the headquarters, the political commissar asked me with a serious expression: "Comrade Lida, the frontline forces are seriously insufficient now. We should not be so selfish and leave a company of soldiers to protect our own. Safety."

　　 I gave a wry smile, thinking that this political commissar really doesn't have a long memory. The bones of General Panfilov are not cold, so he is healed from the scar and forgotten the pain. If the guards are not strengthened, the command post is taken away by the enemy, and the team that loses the command will fall into one place, and then the enemy can easily defeat or destroy them.

　　 Before I could speak, the political commissar went on to say: "In fact, the security work of the division is completely completed by mobilizing personnel from the logistics agency. This is what we used to do."

　　 No wonder the division commander would sacrifice, and the guard platoon would almost be wiped out because of your wrong thinking. Although I am particularly dissatisfied with him in my heart, I still want to explain to him: "The commanders of the logistics organization have insufficient combat experience and poor equipment. Once they fight, they will easily suffer a big loss..."

　　 "But our soldiers all acted very bravely. In the face of the ferocious enemy, no one retreated timidly." As I said, the political commissar actually raised the bar with me.

"Our commanders raised their pistols to fight against the enemy with submachine guns and machine guns. It was not a level contest at all. With just one shot of the pistol, the opponent can shoot a row of bullets. Not to mention our inexperienced logistics organs. Personnel, Rambo is here, you let him take a pistol to fight the enemy armed to his teeth, he will still be sifted by random guns."

　　 "Rambo?! Who is Rambo?" the political commissar asked curiously.

　　 Although the temperature in the room was very low, I was so scared that my cold sweat broke out when I heard this question from the political commissar. Why did I make a quick mouthful again? Even Rambo actually said it. I replied with a squeaky voice: "Rambo, Rambo should be a **** of war in the legend. It is said that he is an undead hero."

　　 "Really?" The political commissar said in a suspicious tone: "It is a legendary character in that country, Greece, Rome or Persia. Why have I never heard of this character?..."

　　 "Report, can you come in?" The report from the door interrupted the political commissar and directly relieved me.

　　 "Come in." I saw Lieutenant Ramis who was calling the report, so I asked him with a smile, "Is there anything wrong?"

　　 "Report to the commander and political comrades, in order to prevent the German army from attacking again, I have arranged enough firepower points and guard posts near the division headquarters. I am specifically here to ask, is there anything else to do?"

　　 "How to deal with the remains of the sacrificed soldiers?" the political commissar asked blankly.

　　 "They have been buried in the forest and marked them, and will relocate their graves when the battle is over."

　　 "Good job." I stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, and then continued: "You can go out. If you have anything, I will call you again."

　　 "Yes." Ramis saluted and left the headquarters.

　　 The political commissar and I sat at the table and looked at each other. No one spoke. The atmosphere in the room became extremely dull for a while. I just wanted to talk, the wound on my shoulder suddenly hurt without warning, and the pain made me gasp. The political commissar on the other side saw it and immediately asked with concern: "Lida, what's wrong with you? Is the wound hurt again?"

　　 "Well, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts terribly!" I wanted to clenched my teeth, but the painful pain still made me scream.

　　 "Come on, lie down on the bed and have a rest, you will be well soon." The political commissar came up to support me and asked me to lie down on the camp bed by the wall and have a rest. I looked at the bed where the body of General Panfilov had been placed soon, and couldn't help but hesitate, but couldn't stand the concern of the political commissar, so I closed my eyes and lay down obediently.

　　 Left shoulder was injured. I was afraid that sleeping would be a pressure wound, so I had to fall asleep to the right side. Although I stayed up late last night, I tried to close my eyes, but the bouts of pain made me unable to sleep at all.

　　 I don't know how long I have been lying in bed. Due to the pain, I can't sleep at all, so I just sat up. Sitting up and scanning the surroundings, he found that the political commissar was not in the house, and he didn't know where he would go at this time.

I’m the only one in the command post, and now I’m sitting where I used to lie down, and I can’t help feeling a little hairy in my heart, coupled with the pain of the wound, it makes me restless, so I just go out and take a look at the situation outside. How's it going?

　　 As soon as he walked to the door, he met the political commissar who was about to enter the door. He saw me and asked in surprise: "Lida, why are you up and don't sleep longer?"

　　 "How is the situation with the troops?" I didn't answer his question, but instead asked myself questions that I cared about.

　　 "According to the latest information, the 1073 and 1075 regiments are withdrawing from the city in an orderly manner, and the 1077 regiment is also broken up into pieces and dispersed into the city in units of companies and platoons to start street fighting with the Germans."

　　 I still stood at the door without moving, and continued to ask: "The troop did not suffer any losses during the retreat~lightnovelpub.net~, right?"

　　 "No." The political commissar shook his head and said, "The German army did not expect that we would suddenly abandon the position, fearing that this was a trap we set for them, so the German forces in the south and west have temporarily stopped their offensive."

　　 I listened attentively. Only sparse gunfire came from the distant city, and it was mainly concentrated on the north side of the original 1077 regiment. As the political commissar said, no movement was heard in the southwest.

　　 "Let's go in," the political commissar said actively: "We can get in touch with all the troops by phone."

　　 "Okay." I promised and followed the political commissar into the headquarters.

　　 went back to the table and sat down again, and the political commissar asked me again: "Lida, have you reported to higher authorities about your combat deployment? If you don't get their approval, if you make any mistakes, you will lose your head."

Hearing what the political commissar said, it scared me into a cold sweat again. Yes, I mobilized the troops without asking for instructions. It is fair to say that I won the battle. If I lose the battle, I will lose Volos Ramsk. It is estimated that even Zhukov will not be able to save it. I. Thinking of this, I quickly picked up the telephone receiver on the table and asked the political commissar to help me get a handle, and wanted to quickly report up on my combat deployment.

　　 Before I had to talk on the phone, the sound of guns outside suddenly increased. I hurriedly put aside the phone and rushed out of the house to look out the direction of the city. Hearing the intensive explosions, seeing the flames from time to time and the smoke that obscured the sky, I couldn’t help but sink my heart. The German army was actually bombarding the city violently, and the density of the bombardment was still so high, then What happened to our retreating troops? Will they suffer heavy losses?