For the Soviets in Moscow, the battle has become the main theme of every day since several months. These civilians and soldiers have become accustomed to surviving in the ruins and surviving in the rain of bullets.

A young man in overalls, a forward hat, and a Mosinnagan rifle in his hand quickly walked up a staircase full of rags, his shoes slashed on the stairs made of wood, causing the slightly old staircase to squeak.

He came to a room on the second floor, passed over a dozen old men and women who were resting by the door, and walked to a middle-aged man wearing civilian pants but wearing a military uniform. The young man carried the weapon in his hand behind him, and then handed a command with a seal in the eyes of a group of people to all the commanders of the Moscow Self-Defense Forces in the building.

"Mr. Afjay, this is a handwritten order from Marshal Zhukov, who ordered the lifting of all civilian activities and allowing civilians to take refuge in the German-occupied area." The young man took back his hand to hand over the documents and said to the commander named Afjay.

Afjay was stunned, then opened the documents that had been held in his hand, looked carefully, and for some reason, he didn't say anything for a long time. He was actually just a policeman who managed this street. As a result, when the Moscow Self-Defense Force was established, he classified him as an officer and assigned to this block. He once personally brought more than 100 young people and old people in this block to support the battle on the front line, but less than 20 people came back.

Now he has more than 1,500 so-called soldiers under his command, most of which are women and children, and some elderly people who are not even able to hold guns. What makes him even more desperate is that these more than 1,500 so-called soldiers only have 110 various pistols and rifles. The remaining people are "weapons" such as kitchen knives or wooden sticks, and they have no combat power at all.

Even the only 110 guns of various types are mostly not accurate due to the preservation problem. Each gun only has two or three bullets, and even a decent battle cannot be supported. On the contrary, perhaps the kitchen knife or wooden stick is more combat-effective, because after all, you don’t have to worry about bullets.

You should know that even the rifles are pitifully few, it is even more impossible to distribute bayonets and other accessories to these civilians. In addition, there are no heavy weapons such as tanks and cannons in the entire neighborhood. The only anti-aircraft gun was transferred a few days ago, and Afjay and the others have no weapons to deal with German tanks.

However, due to the provisions of the Moscow Defense Order, these people were not allowed to leave or surrender, and they were even counted as a regiment of troops to use. Although these people may not even have the combat power of a regular infantry company, they have been counted as a whole regiment.

At the beginning, relevant combat orders were passed to Afjay, and in the first few days he could receive relevant battle reports and simple notices of changes in the combat situation. During those days, Afjay was even asked to organize relevant personnel for training and mobilize the elderly to dig trenches and other defense facilities.

Unfortunately, as the battle progressed, Afjay had no notice of any relevant battle situation. He did not know where the German army had entered. Until yesterday, an infantry battalion with only 50 people left behind, told them that the German army was only about 200 meters away from them.

Now Afjay still remembers the Soviet Red Army soldiers who were defeated from the front line, and they looked like they were in rags. These soldiers also did not have much ammunition, and they even had any decent heavy weapons like them. Several people were carrying *sand submachine guns, and two people were carrying light machine guns. Only the steel helmets on their heads made them look a little formal.

"Since yesterday, we are on the front line. I heard that the Germans would open fire at everyone, but there was a regular infantry regiment in front of us... "Afjay closed the long document and said to the young soldier who was delivering the letter: "What do you think of this order?"

"Mr. Afjay, I was just a child laborer who delivered milk half a year ago... I don't know what else is worth sticking to when the battle is now, but I think the old ladies, grandpas and girls should leave this damn ghost place." The young man looked at the old men and children curled up on the bed or on the floor in the room and spoke to Afjay.

Afjay nodded, stuffed the document into his pocket, and said to the young man in front of him: "You are right, kid, we should let these old men and girls without combat effectiveness leave here. Go and count and see how many people can still leave by themselves and are willing to leave here. Can you report to me before dinner today?

"Mr. Afjay... You are a good person. I think if we are all willing to put down our weapons, we can actually be considered real civilians... I don't know what the Germans' regulations on civilians are like, but I know we have never received military training. Just two months ago, no one knew how to shoot." The young man looked at Afjay's eyes and spoke quickly.

The man, who was once a Soviet policeman, shook his head, reached out and patted the young man on the shoulder, and said, "I have nothing to miss. After my daughter was killed by a German bomber, I have decided to fight here until the last moment. You can all leave, but this is my position, and I want to guard the position. After all, I have military uniforms, right?"

The young man looked at the middle-aged man who had been leading them since two months ago and finally didn't say anything. He just nodded, turned around and walked out of the room, and began to count the number of people willing to leave along the corridor, asking one by one and telling everyone what he knew.

"Yes, General Vatujing has really died from the news from the front military headquarters." The young man nodded in front of an old woman, and then whispered: "Marson Marshal Zhukov ordered that civilians be allowed to leave the encirclement and take refuge in the Germans. The order said that this was not a surrender. Are you willing to leave?"

"My God... can we leave? What do you do? Follow us?" The old woman's face was full of wrinkles, her words were trembling, but her mouth was still clear, and the questions were very caring. The women around her all raised their ears to hear every detail clearly.

"Elderly men, children and women can leave. If a man is willing to leave, it seems that he is allowed. However, Mr. Afjay does not plan to leave, and I want to stay with him." The young man squeezed out a smile and smiled reluctantly at the old woman.

"Child! Believe me, leave here!" the old woman grabbed the young man's hand and persuaded: "We have done enough for this country. Now everything is impossible to change. There is no meaning for you to stay except to die in vain."

The young man scratched his head through his forward hat with his hands, and finally comforted the old woman in front of him: "Madam, I haven't really decided whether to leave or not. I don't want to leave Afjay alone, but to be honest, I don't want to die here either, after all, that's not a comfortable thing."

He had seen dead people, lying on the edge of the ruins with their intestines pierced intestines and their stomachs, and their eyes were protruding for some reason, and they looked extremely scary. He didn't want to become like that, and it made people feel uncomfortable all over when they saw it.

"I'm leaving! My daughter and I are leaving!" A woman pulled her daughter, who may be only five years old, and told the young man to sign up: "Are we allowed to carry luggage? For example, clothes and jewelry?"

"Madam, you can bring clothes and jewelry, but I think the Germans are not short of food. If you still have something to eat, you can stay for those who need them." The young man suggested embarrassedly: "After all, we don't eat much, but I think you may also need these... Well... I don't know what I'm talking about. In short, I personally don't force you to leave anything..."

When everyone heard that they could take their own property, they became more relieved, so they began to pack their luggage, and with the statistics of young people, there were more and more people doing this. When Afjay passed by the corridor, he found that almost everyone was packing their things. He frowned, but without saying anything, he walked back to his position.

"Are you sure you are talking about leaving voluntarily, not ordering them to leave?" Afjay asked again when he saw the young man wearing a rifle with a forward hat on his back, "How did I see almost everyone packing things? Does everyone want to leave here?"

"Mr. Afjay, that's true. There were no soldiers here. The reason why they stayed here was because they would be shot and killed by their own people after crossing the defense line." The young man shrugged his shoulders and said to his respected Mr. Afjay: "Now that they will of course leave... There is really no soldier here, they don't even have weapons, so they can only wait for death if they stay here."

Afjay looked at the young man and finally nodded, saying nothing, but he sat down with a little more depressed look and looked even more lonely and sad—
Chapter completed!