For the Soviets in Moscow, fighting began for months and became the main theme of the day. These civilians and soldiers have become accustomed to surviving in the rubble, to surviving in the rain of bullets.

A young man in suspenders, a forward cap, and a Mosin Nagant rifle in his hand walked briskly up a tattered staircase, his shoes tapping on the wooden staircase, causing a series of creaks from the slightly old staircase.

He came to a room on the second floor, passed a dozen old people and women 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 behind his back, and then, under the gaze of a crowd of people, handed an order with an official seal to all the commanders of the Moscow Self-Defense Forces in the building.

"Mr. Avdjey, this is a handwritten order that has just been received from Marshal Zhukov, who ordered the lifting of restrictions on the movement of all civilians and the possibility of allowing civilians to take refuge in the German-occupied territories. The young man withdrew his hand from handing over the papers, and then said to the commander, Afdjey.

Afdjey was stunned for a moment, then opened the file that had been pinched in his hand, looked at it carefully, and then didn't know why, he didn't speak for a long time. He was really just a policeman who managed the street, and when the Moscow Self-Defense Forces were formed, he was classified as an officer and assigned to the neighborhood. He personally brought more than 100 young and old people in this neighborhood to support the frontline fighting, but less than 20 returned.

He now has more than 1,500 so-called soldiers, most of them women and children, and some elderly people who can't even hold their guns. What made him even more desperate was that the more than 1,500 so-called soldiers had only 110 pistols and rifles of various kinds. The rest of the people only have "weapons" such as kitchen knives or wooden sticks, and they do not have the slightest combat effectiveness at all.

Even the only 110 guns of all kinds were not accurate because of the problem of preservation, and each gun only had two or three bullets, and even a decent battle could not be sustained. On the contrary, maybe a kitchen knife or a wooden stick is more effective, because after all, there is no need to worry about bullets.

You must know that there are even a pitiful number of rifles, and it is even more impossible to issue these civilians with bayonets and other accessories. Coupled with the fact that there were no heavy weapons such as tanks and artillery in the entire block, and the only anti-aircraft gun had been transferred a few days earlier, Afdjey and his team had no weapons against the German tanks.

However, because of the provisions of the Moscow Defense Order, these men were not allowed to leave or surrender, and were even counted as a regiment of troops, although they may not even have the combat strength of a regular infantry company, but they were already counted as a whole regiment.

In the beginning, there were orders for the battle in Afdjey's hands, and even in the first few days he received reports of the battle and brief notices of changes in the battle situation. In those days, Avdjey was even asked to organize training and mobilize the elderly to dig trenches and other defenses.

Unfortunately, as the battle progressed, Afdjey had no further notice of the situation, and he did not know where the Germans had moved in until yesterday, when a retreating infantry battalion of only 50 men told them that there was only about 200 meters between the Germans and them.

Now Avderey still remembers the rout of the Soviet Red Army soldiers from the front, the ragged appearance, these soldiers also did not have much ammunition, and even had no decent heavy weapons like them, a few people carried Bobosha submachine guns, and two people carried light machine guns, only the steel helmets on their heads, which made them slightly more regular.

"Since yesterday, we have been on the front line here, and I heard that the Germans will open fire on everyone, but there is a regular infantry regiment in front of us against the ......" Afdjey closed the long document and said to the young soldier who delivered the letter, "What do you think of this order?"

"Mr. Afdjey, I was just a child milk deliverer six months ago...... I don't know if there's anything worth holding on to at this point in the fight, but I think the grannies and the grandpas and the girls should get out of this damn place. The young man looked at the old men and children curled up on the bed or the floor in the room, and said to Afdjey.

Afjey nodded, slipped the document into his pocket, and said to the young man in front of him, "You're right, kid, we should get these incapable old men and girls out of here. You can go and count how many people can still walk on their own, and are willing to leave here, and report to me before dinner today, can you do it?"

"Mr. Afdjey...... You're a good man, and I think if all of us are willing to lay down our weapons, then we can all be real civilians...... I don't know what the Germans do for civilians, but I do know that we have never had military training, and just two months ago, no one knew how to shoot. The young man looked into Afjey's eyes and spoke quickly.

The man, who had been a Soviet policeman, shook his head, reached out and patted the young man on the shoulder, and said: "I have nothing left to be nostalgic for, after my daughter was killed by a German bomber, I have already decided to fight here until the last moment." You can all leave, but this is my position, and I'm going to stay on it, because I have a uniform, don't I?"

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, then turned and walked out of the room, and began to count the number of people willing to leave along the hallway, asking one by one and telling everyone what he knew.

"Yes, the news from the military headquarters of the front army, General Vatutin has really died. The young man nodded in front of an old woman, and then said in a low voice: "Comrade Marshal Zhukov ordered that civilians be allowed to leave the encirclement and take refuge with the Germans, and the order said that this is not a surrender, are you willing to go?"

"Oh my God...... Shall we leave?what are you going to do then?will you come with us?" The old woman's face was full of wrinkles, and she spoke with a tremble, but her speech was still clear, and the words she asked were very concerning, and the women around her pricked up their ears to hear every detail.

"The elderly, children, and women can leave, and men seem to be allowed to leave if they want to. But Mr. Afdjey doesn't plan to leave, and I want to stay with him. The young man squeezed out a smile and smiled reluctantly at the old woman.

"Believe me, child, get out of here!" said the old woman, taking the young man's hand, "we have done enough for this country, and now there is no way to change everything, and there is no point in you staying except to die in vain." ”

The young man scratched his head with his hand through his forward hat, 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 Afdjey alone, but to be honest, I don't want to die here, after all, it's not a comfortable thing." ”

He had seen dead people, lying on the edge of the ruins, their eyes protruding for some unknown reason, and they looked terrifying. He didn't want to be like that, a terrible look that made people uncomfortable at the first glance.

"I'm leaving! My daughter and I are leaving!" a woman pulled her daughter, who was probably only five years old, and said to the young man, "Are we allowed to carry luggage, like clothes and jewelry?"

"Madame, you may bring your clothes and jewelry, but I think there is no shortage of food on the German side, and if you still have something to eat, you can leave it for those who need them. The young man was embarrassed to suggest, "After all, we don't have much to eat here, but I think you might need it too...... All right...... I don't even know what I'm talking about, but I personally don't force you to leave anything behind......"

When they heard that they could take their possessions with them, they became more relieved and began to pack their belongings, and the number of people doing so increased with the number of young people. As Afdjey passed down the hallway, he noticed that almost everyone was packing up their things, and frowned, but without saying anything more, he walked back to his place.

"Are you sure you said to leave voluntarily, not to order them to leave?" Seeing the young man with a rifle and a forward cap on his back again, Afdjey asked, "How do I see almost all of them packing their things?

"Mr. Afdjey, that's true. There weren't all the soldiers here in the first place, and they stayed here because they would be shot and killed by their own men if they crossed the line. The young man shrugged his shoulders and said to his esteemed Mr. Afdjey: "Now that there is an order, of course they will all leave...... There really isn't a single soldier here, they don't even have weapons, they can only stay here and wait for death. ”

Avdjey glanced at the young man, and finally nodded, and didn't say anything more, but when he sat down, he felt a little more depressed, and looked even more lonely and sad.

I'm sorry.,I forgot to upload it after writing the chapter.,I can only let you read two chapters in one go.,Sorry sorry!