Just as Karjus was preparing to defend, Army Group North to the north was attacking the city of Moscow. There was a fierce exchange of fire, and the area in the rear was relatively quiet.

After all, just counting the city of Moscow, that is also quite a huge area, the battle in the west of the city, the east of the city may not even be heard.

To the east of Moscow were military camps, as well as towns and bazaars, and many civilians had not yet been evacuated because the German shelling had not reached them.

Because after all, it's not been a day or two since Moscow was attacked, and many people still have to live, right?

All the soldiers in the barracks are now busy, there are stragglers who have just been withdrawn from their positions to rest, there are troops who have lost more than half of them and are waiting to be replenished, and there are a large number of logistics personnel rushing back and forth.

Next to some streets, anti-aircraft guns stood pointing at the sky. These Soviet double-barreled anti-aircraft guns did not shoot high enough, and they were all transferred to these places to replenish the number.

As for the central area of the city's core, it has been replaced with large-caliber artillery to disperse the German bomber groups that occasionally fly over Moscow.

"Comrades of the 1st regiment! Comrades of the 1st regiment! Suddenly, there was a knock on the barracks door, and when he came in, he shouted, "Is there anyone here to help?" A position to the north has been breached, come and help! ”

The man was covered in blood, and his military uniform was already messy, he had a steel helmet on his head, and his rifle hung crookedly on his shoulder, looking a little embarrassed.

The people in the barracks looked at the people who came in, and no one spoke, because they didn't know what it meant to help.

It's not that they're cowardly, it's that because they don't get orders, the newly formed troops can't go to the front.

"Not to the front! There are too many wounded! I hope you guys will help lift it! Seeing that everyone didn't speak, the person who came to ask for help explained.

"That's right." An officer stood up and replied: "This is the 1st regiment, but we will go to the front tomorrow." ”

The dozen or so soldiers in the room all looked at the soldiers who broke in in stunned, and none of them moved a single step without receiving orders.

After all, according to the news, they will go to the front line in the north tomorrow morning, and now is their last time to rest.

"I'm sorry, I'm from the 11th Regiment of the 1st Guards Division, and we have too many wounded soldiers! The hospital is not staffed enough, can a few comrades go and help. "People come to ask for something, and the words are very polite, and you can also hear from his words that the front line is fighting very fiercely.

The officer at the head did not make a decision on his own, did not even stand up, and slowly turned his head to look at the other commander sitting inside.

"Go, it's not easy to survive, we still have a night to rest, and now we don't die tired from doing some work." The old commander stood up and said.

"I'm sure you want someone to come and save you when you're hurt, right?" He looked at everyone's incomprehensible eyes and opened his mouth to explain.

Then he stood up, walked to the door, and motioned for everyone to follow him out: "Let the comrades in the other barracks help us take care of the equipment and things, and the people who go should put the equipment in the barracks, it is inconvenient to save people with weapons." ”

"Thank you, thank you." The people from the 11th Guards Division seemed to have walked a lot of barracks, and they were probably rejected all the way, their eyes were a little moist, and they thanked the people in the barracks loudly.

After entering the street fighting in Moscow, the Soviets added the title of "Guard" to the troops at will.

Some units are more neatly equipped, with fewer recruits and more veterans, and they will receive the title of a Guards XX Division.

And as such a title becomes rotten, it is not easy to judge how effective the Soviet army is.

For example, this 11th Guards Division, in fact, is just a well-trained second-line ordinary infantry division, which fought against the troops of Army Group North for two days and one night, and most of the troops were scattered.

Not an hour before the front was dead, and after the loss of a large number of troops, the positions of the 11th Guards Division were taken over by the 17th Guards Division, and the entire division was gathering the wounded and routing, and it was a mess.

Walking through the streets of Moscow, there are desperate sights everywhere. Refugees crowded together, and residents leaned into the streets begging for food from passers-by.

Like a group of beggars, some children helped the officers shine their shoes, while others gathered around the place where the weapons were distributed.

All Muscovites under the age of 60 were to receive weapons and take part in the battle. They will form civilian armies and fight for the so-called freedom.

After passing through the crowd and an artillery position set up on the edge of the ruins, a group of people came to a nearby field hospital, and everyone who came here was completely stunned by what they saw.

A stretcher was hurriedly carried in front of several people, and the soldiers on it were covered in blood, half of their bodies were deformed, and a lot of Bai Sensen's bones were gone.

He didn't make a sound, because as soon as he opened his mouth, blood would gush out of his mouth, carrying with him fragments of internal organs and blood foam.

Those eyes looked directly at the people passing by him, and their eyes were full of unwillingness and pain.

Not far away, the lightly wounded were casually thrown in the open space, and no one cared about it at all.

Hundreds of people are just being taken care of by an aunt, and they can't manage it at all. Screams were heard incessantly, soldiers with missing arms and legs were struggling in pain on the ground, and several soldiers with gauze wrapped around their heads were helping to look after their comrades.

"Gentlemen! What kind of army are you from? What about your weapons? A tired medic walked over and asked with a frown.

His white coat was half red with blood, and he looked disgustingly wet.

The Soviet officer who led the team looked away from an amputated wounded man and replied: "Comrade, we are soldiers of the 20th Guards Division, and we have heard that you need manpower here, so we have come to help. ”

When the military doctor heard the officer's answer, his face immediately became kind: "There are not many comrades who are willing to volunteer to help, thank you for coming...... You can get a few stretchers there and help bring the wounded and sick from the front line, thank you. ”

"Yes!" Although he was a little uncomfortable with the physical work of arranging for himself to carry the wounded, the young commander nodded and agreed.

The military medical officer solemnly returned a military salute. Turned in the other direction - he had so much to do that he didn't care about any details.

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