Field Airfield No. 4 in the north of Leningrad was originally a park sandwiched in the forest, and when the Germans approached Leningrad, it was urgently converted into a field airfield by the Soviet Air Force. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The airport is connected to the road to Tokoto by a turnoff.

On the left side of the entrance to the airport, anti-aircraft gun shooter Zyuganov sat on a gun mount, his arms folded on his chest, and he shivered incessantly.

"What time is it, Comrade Captain." Zyuganov shouted to the other side of the road.

On the other side of the road, a wooden single watchtower stood with a machine-gun emplacement made of sandbags next to it, and a Maxim heavy machine gun facing the road.

The person in charge of the watchtower was a captain surnamed Lysenko, and when Zyuganov asked about the time, Captain Lysenko kindly replied: "It's almost 4:20, and there are still forty minutes before the changing of the guard." ”

"Thank you."

Zyuganov stood up as he spoke, standing with his arms crossed next to the Type 61-K 37-mm anti-aircraft gun, stomping his feet and chatting with the other gunners to combat the cold and sleepiness.

After about five or six minutes, Captain Lysenko shouted: "Attention, someone is coming." ”

Zyuganov hurriedly ran back to the gun position and sat down, looking into the distance of the road.

Seven or eight beams of light flashed in the distance of the road, which were beams of light from the headlights, and it was clear that a convoy was heading towards the airport.

The convoy quickly stopped at the entrance to the airport, and Captain Lysenko turned on the flashlight, carefully checked the documents handed over by the people in the car, and then let the convoy enter the airport.

A convoy of two cars and two trucks parked in front of the park's original office and the current departure hall.

The back door of the first sedan opened, and out of it was a man in a long black tweed coat, with black hair, a wide mouth, and a Stalinist beard.

Coming out of the second sedan was an officer in the uniform of a marshal with a fat head and big ears.

Surrounded by several entourages, two people hurried into the waiting hall.

An Air Force Major General came up to greet them, saluted the two and said: "Comrade Zhdanov, Comrade Marshal, the plane is being unloaded, you can wait here for a while, and you can board the plane in half an hour at most." ”

Zhdanov said: "We came a little early, you prepare a rest room for me and Marshal Voroshilov, and we will wait there." ”

Major General took Zhdanov and Voroshilov to the lounge that had already been prepared, asked the staff to bring coffee, and then turned and left.

"Comrade Marshal, are you really not going with me?" Zhdanov asked.

"I have decided, I will live and die with Leningrad. The city was named after Comrade Lenin, and we cannot easily leave him to the Germans. ”

"But with the current situation, it is only a matter of time before Leningrad is occupied, we can first withdraw from the encirclement, and then look for opportunities to retake Leningrad." Zhdanov said.

"I stayed here to let the world know that we were determined to defend Leningrad, and that even if the enemy was too strong for us to fight, there should be a man of sufficient weight to die for the city, and I think I am that person. Don't say it, I'm not going to change my mind. ”

"But the general secretary's order is for us both to evacuate Leningrad." Zhdanov said.

Marshal Voroshilov said: "I have never disobeyed the order of the General Secretary, this is the only time, and I think he will forgive me." But you are different, think about Yuri, he is still young and needs your care, without you, he alone will not be able to cope with the complicated situation in Moscow, let alone the relationship with the general secretary. ”

Hearing Voroshilov mention his son Yuri Zhdanov, Zhdanov was silent.

Zhdanov's son is called Yuri, which is a very connotative name.

Yuri's wife, Svetlana Alilueva, is also a connotative name, and this woman was Stalin's only daughter.

Between Yuri Zhdanov and Stalin, there was a danger that the father-in-law would become more and more angry with his son-in-law.

Thinking about it, Zhdanov turned his attention back to Marshal Voroshilov.

"Since you have decided to stay, when I return to Moscow, I will convey your decision to the General Secretary, and I will tell your son that he has a heroic father."

Voroshilov said in a deep voice: "Thank you. ”

While the two men were waiting for their flight in the lounge, at the northernmost edge of the forest, next to a 61-K 37-mm anti-aircraft gun, one of the loaders said to his comrades: "I'm going to the toilet." ”

After saying that, the loader turned and hurried into the dark forest, walked under a large tree that was thick with two people hugging, and put water on the trunk.

After a splash of water to relieve the pressure on his bladder, the loader straightened his pants and turned to walk out of the woods, when two large hands suddenly came out of his back.

One of the left hands covered the loader's mouth, and before he could react, the dagger in his right hand slashed through his throat.

The cold blade sent out a bloody light, and the loader sent a barricade of notes from his throat, twitching for a while before moving.

The corpse was dragged deep into the forest, and four black shadows touched the edge of the forest and looked at the anti-aircraft cannon more than fifty meters outside the forest.

A black shadow took out a PPK pistol from his waist, and then took out a silencer and loaded it on, and then handed it to the black shadow next to him, who put on the long coat that had been pulled off from the corpse, took the pistol, held his chest with both hands, put his right hand and pistol under the creaky nest, stood up and walked out of the forest, bowed his head and walked quickly towards the gun position.

"Boris, why is it so long? Are you constipated? An anti-aircraft gunner teased to his "comrades" returning from the forest.

"The ground slipped and I fell."

"Boris" bowed his head and replied indistinctly.

Walking quickly to the anti-aircraft gun, deliberately standing behind several gunners, Boris jerked his head, spread his arms, and showed the silenced pistol in his hand.

"Snort sneer・・・・・・" There were a few soft sounds, and five gunners lay on the gun position.

"Boris" looked left and right, and seeing that the Soviet troops in the distance did not notice the abnormal movement here, he stuck his pistol into his waist, took out his bayonet, and mended the throat of each of the five corpses on the ground.

Three dark shadows burst out of the forest, and four men dragged the body behind sandbags and hid it.

After dealing with the aftermath, the four of them returned to the anti-aircraft guns and played the role of anti-aircraft gunners.

The four of them fiddled with a burst of anti-aircraft guns, which slowly turned towards the planes parked at the airport, and then waited patiently.

About fifteen minutes later, in the southeast corner of the airfield, a 52-K 85-mm anti-aircraft gun slowly turned its muzzle and pointed it at the towering control tower on the airfield.

High-explosive shells were stuffed into the chamber of the cannon, making a metallic grinding sound.

"Fire."

The moment the order was given, a ball of fire erupted from the muzzle of the 85-mm anti-aircraft gun.

With a roar, the distant control tower burst open, shattered glass, scattered pieces of wood, and the staff inside flew to the ground.

After the first hit, the 85-mm anti-aircraft gun turned its muzzle and turned the target towards the buildings on the airfield, smashing high-explosive shells into those buildings one after another.

After receiving the signal, three 37-mm anti-aircraft guns were sharply leveled and pointed at the planes parked at the airfield.

The shells whizzed into the plane, bursting into dazzling flames and blasting gaps in the fuselage.

Sharp shrapnel flew in all directions, and the ground crew at the airport fell to the ground screaming.

"Who's firing the cannon?"

At the entrance to the airport, sitting on the gun emplacement, the drowsy Zyuganov shuddered, sat up straight, and looked around in confusion, looking for the source of the artillery sound.

Captain Lysenko was the first to discover the location of the battle, pointed to the airfield and shouted: "It's inside the airport, it's inside the airport where artillery is fired." ”

Before Captain Lysenko's voice could be heard, a flash of fire erupted from the nearby forest, and a 7.62mm rifle bullet spun out of the chamber and into his head.

Captain Lysenko shuddered like an electric shock and fell headlong to the ground.

In the night, seven or eight figures jumped up one after another, as if they had come out of the ground.

Grenades and submachine gun bullets rained down on anti-aircraft gun positions and heavy machine gun positions, setting off a bloody storm on the Soviet soldiers.

Two minutes later, Lieutenant Conings walked out of the forest and came to the anti-aircraft gun emplacement.

Two scouts dragged Zyuganov's body from the gun emplacement to the ground, and one scout sat on it.

Soon after, the anti-aircraft gun was aimed at the interior of the airfield and roared.

・・・・・・

In the office building of the airport, Zhdanov and Marshal Voroshilov lay on the cold concrete floor, looking around in horror.

"Who is attacking us? Where did the enemy come from? Zhdanov shouted.

Voroshilov was also extremely shocked, as soon as the head of the airport informed them that the plane was ready, the two left the lounge, and as soon as they walked to the main entrance of the office building, they heard a dense burst of gunfire.

Marshal Voroshilov, with the reflexes he had cultivated over many years of marching, threw himself headlong on the ground, and Zhdanov quickly fell to his side.

"Probably those partisans of the Germans, we ・・・・・・," Marshal Voroshilov said.

"Boom ・・・・・・"

An 85-mm high-explosive bomb fell on the wall of the office building, and the violent tremor spread along the ground to Zhdanov and others, and dust fell from the roof.

The reinforced concrete structure of the office building withstood the force of the shells, and the people inside were only frightened, but no one was injured.

Marshal Voroshilov shouted: "They actually have artillery, where did they get it?" ”

"There's no back door here, let's go out through the back door." Zhdanov shouted.

"Boom ・・・・・・" hit another high-explosive bomb on the building, and the hearts of Zhdanov and others twitched fiercely.

"There's a back door here, follow me." The Air Force Major General jumped up and took the lead in running behind・・・・・・

Three and a half hours later, the sky had brightened and the airport had returned to calm.

Zhdanov and Marshal Voroshilov stood in front of the main entrance of the office building, looking around the airport.

The wreckage of more than two dozen planes was scattered across the airport, and black smoke billowed from above.

The original park buildings at the airport are still intact, except for bullet scars and glass shards scattered all over the ground.

Most of the wooden buildings that were built in a hurry were destroyed and reduced to timber in one place.

Dead bodies littered the runway and the rubble of buildings.

Looking at the messy airport, Zhdanov's body couldn't help but tremble.

"It seems that the Germans did not want me to leave Leningrad. Let's go, go back to Leningrad, I shouldn't have come here. ”