Red Moscow

  Chapter 481 Survey Site

  After dawn the next day, German reinforcements arrived at the village attacked by rockets. The German major who led the team saw only twenty or so disheveled soldiers with dark faces sitting in a daze outside the village that was still emitting green smoke.

  The German major and a dozen of his subordinates walked towards the regiment command post in the middle of the village on the hot dirt road. However, he soon discovered that there were only a few huge bomb craters, surrounded by bombed motorcycles and charred bodies, and there was a lingering burnt smell in the air.

"Damn, what happened here?" The major couldn't help becoming angry when he saw this situation, and ordered a sergeant beside him: "Sergeant, you go and bring a guard over, I want to ask them, last night What the **** happened here?"

   Not long after the German sergeant left, he came over with a second-level corporal. The major asked the other party: "Second Corporal, what happened here last night, why was the whole village burned?"

"I don't know, Mr. Major." The second corporal replied in a panic: "I was sleeping in the room, and suddenly I was awakened by the explosion outside. I rushed to the window and saw that there was a fire outside, so I ran away. come out."

   "Then did you see the regimental commander, the regimental chief of staff?" The major grabbed the opponent's skirt and asked viciously, "I continued to see that there was a fire outside, why didn't you go to fight the fire?"

"Mr. Major, the fire is too big, we can't save it at all." The second corporal said with a sad face: "I asked someone later, and the sentries and patrols on duty outside the village saw a house near the regiment command post being shot. After the fire broke out, they rushed to fight the fire, but they were attacked by Russian artillery fire, and they all died."

"Russian artillery attack?!" The major heard this, looked around, and said in wonder, "The ones that can destroy a village in a short time are definitely not mortars or light artillery, but heavy artillery. The Russians are How do you transport the heavy artillery to the vicinity of the village? And you who are in charge of guarding the regiment headquarters did not realize that the Russians had established artillery positions nearby."

  The major became more and more angry, pushed the second-level corporal away, and ordered the sergeant under him: "Shoot all the soldiers who are guarding the village to me."

  The sergeant couldn't help being taken aback when he heard this order, and quickly persuaded: "Mr. Major, should all of the more than twenty people be shot?"

"Yes, shoot them all and leave none behind." The major roared, "Their duty is to protect the safety of the regiment headquarters. Now that the regiment headquarters has been destroyed by Russian artillery fire, let them go to **** to accompany them to die." Officers."

  The 20 or so surviving German soldiers were disarmed and stood by the village with their hands tied behind their backs and blindfolded. Opposite them stood the same number of soldiers. Seeing that the executioners were already in place, the major raised his right hand high and shouted: "Get ready!" The gun was raised and aimed at the colleague in front.

   "Let it go!" When the major yelled, he swung his hand down violently, and at the same time, the executioner pulled the trigger at the same time. After a burst of intensive gunfire, the soldiers on the opposite side fell to the ground in disorder, dying in various postures.

  After executing these dereliction of duty soldiers, the German major ordered his subordinates: "You search within a few kilometers nearby to see where the Russians deployed their artillery positions."

When the soldiers scattered to search, the major returned to the armored vehicle with the radio installed, and said to the communications soldier sitting in the vehicle: "Call the division headquarters and say that our regiment headquarters has been destroyed by Russian artillery fire, please." They dictate the next steps."

The German division commander was shocked when he learned that one of his regiment commanders, together with his headquarters, had been killed by Soviet artillery fire. He quickly called back the major and ordered him to find out where the Soviet artillery positions were located. , How could the regiment-level headquarters be destroyed so easily.

  The German soldiers took motorcycles and searched with the village as the center point. About half an hour later, the motorcycle on which the German sergeant was riding arrived at the rocket launch point last night. Although Goria and the others didn't leave anything behind, he still found something suspicious. He asked the motorcyclist to go back to find the major, while he stayed where he was and carefully surveyed the scene.

   After about ten minutes, the major came over on the sidecar of a three-wheeled motorcycle. Seeing the sergeant looking around with his head down, he asked loudly, "Sergeant, have you found any clues?"

  Hearing the major's voice, the sergeant quickly stood up straight and replied respectfully: "Yes, Mr. Major, I think I may have found some clues."

  The major walked up to him and asked, "What clues, tell me quickly."

  The sergeant pointed to the ground and said to the major: "Mr. Major, look at the ground, there should be an armored vehicle parked here last night."

  The major looked down at the messy wheel and track marks on the dirt road, and said disapprovingly: "This is obviously the trace left by one of our half-track armored vehicles. Maybe they stopped here for a while. What kind of clue is this?"

"Mr. Major," the sergeant saw that his words did not attract the major's attention, and quickly explained: "Judging from the traces on the ground, this armored vehicle stopped here, and the driver did not continue to drive forward. Turn around and drive away in the direction you came from. You can see that there are still many footprints next to the wheel and track marks, which proves that the soldiers on the vehicle once got out of the vehicle. Judging from these footprints, the spikes on their soles are round Yes, and our studs are square, so I'm sure the Russians were here last night."

  After the sergeant's analysis, the German major felt that it seemed reasonable, but he still frowned and asked, "What are the Russians doing here? If we talk about setting up artillery positions, there are not many traces nearby."

   "Come here again." The sergeant brought the major to the place where the tripod was set up, pointed to the ground and said, "There should be something similar to a tripod set up here..."

   "Could it be a gun mirror?!" The major asked tentatively: "Their artillery observers have established observation points here to guide the artillery positions behind them in the direction of the artillery fire."

"It's impossible, Mr. Major." The sergeant shook his head and said, "The Russian artillery positions are all set up on the east bank of the Volga River, more than 30 kilometers away from us, and they can't fight at all. Since their The shells can't reach here, so what's the point of setting up an artillery observation point here?"

   "Yeah," the major said, somewhat perplexed by monk Zhang Er, "what are the Russians doing here?"

"Mr. Major," the motorcyclist suddenly said when the two were at a loss, "I went to the field hospital to visit a fellow countryman a few days ago, and I heard him say that the Russians now have a new type of The rocket launcher can be launched with only one launcher, and the transfer is quite convenient. They have suffered from this kind of rockets when they attacked. Do you think the Russians will use this kind of rockets to attack our regiment headquarters? ?”

  Hearing what the motorcyclist said, the German sergeant suddenly realized: "Mr. Major, I understand why there are tripod marks on the soil here. It turned out that the Russians used it to set up rocket launchers."

   After figuring out what the regiment headquarters was really thinking about being attacked, the major got into the sidecar again and ordered the motorcyclist: "Take me back to the armored vehicle. I will report the situation to the division commander immediately."

  (end of this chapter)