Hearing the sarcastic sarcasm of the adjutant, the captain felt blood rushing up his head. He took off the helmet from his head, threw it on the ground, and shouted at the soldiers on both sides, "Brothers, follow me if you don't fear death, and you must drive the enemy out of the hotel."
At this moment, two black shadows appeared on the other end of the corridor. The captain roared and rushed up with a submachine gun. While shouting, he kept pulling the trigger. The dense bullets poured out immediately knocked the shadow to the ground.
When the soldiers saw that the captains were taking the lead in charge, they followed them and charged forward along the not-so-wide corridor. If Sokov were here, they would definitely stop this suicide charge. In the narrow corridor, such a dense formation was drawn, even if only one enemy was on the other end of the corridor and fired with a submachine gun, it would cause huge casualties to the charging troops.
The adjutant standing behind saw the soldiers launching a charge, but nodded with satisfaction, turned around and said to a soldier behind him, "Go and tell the general that we have launched a counter-charge against the enemy. At most, the battle will be resolved in a few minutes."
After the report of the warrior left, another soldier following him hurriedly asked the adjutant: "Comrade Adjutant, what are we going to do next?"
"Go to the basement," said the adjutant: "Send a newspaper to Colonel Sokov and continue to inform him of the situation here."
The captain rushed to the lobby of the hotel with the soldiers. Several German soldiers who were clearing the obstacles at the door saw a group of Soviet commanders and soldiers rushing over, hurriedly hid among the tables, chairs, and benches, and opened fire at the Soviet soldiers. Amid the dense gunfire, seven or eight soldiers rushed out suddenly fell down, and even the captain fell to the ground with injuries. Fortunately, a soldier who was following him dragged him to a safe area in a dense rain of bullets.
"Comrade Captain," the soldier dragged the captain to safety and asked anxiously: "What should we do?"
The captain thought that the enemy was hiding between the table, chairs and benches, and even if he rushed out and shot, he might not be able to hit the target. He gritted his teeth and shouted loudly: "Grenade, kill them."
With the captain's shouts, more than a dozen grenades with white smoke were thrown from the corridor where the soldiers were hiding, and they were thrown to the location where tables, chairs and benches were piled up at the door. After a series of explosions, the German army's shooting stopped, and only two pig-killing screams were heard. The captain waved his hand, and immediately several soldiers ran out with their waists. Soon, a few gunshots came from outside, and the screams of the German soldiers came to an abrupt end.
After killing several German soldiers who tried to open the hotel gate, a soldier ran back and reported to the captain: "Comrade Captain, the enemy at the door has been killed. What should we do next?"
"Where is the enemy outside the door?"
"I heard no news anymore. It should have been destroyed by our army's long-range firepower or comrades upstairs."
"You are in groups of three or five, searching next to the room and clearing away the remaining enemies on the first floor."
"But how do we identify the enemy wearing our army's uniform and holding the same weapons as us?"
The warrior asked the captain immediately. Now all the lights in the hotel have been turned off, and the enemies rushing into the building are now hiding. Even if they search, they may not be able to find the enemy's traces at the first time. On the contrary, the enemy is now in the dark. Once they find a search force approaching, they can open fire first, causing greater casualties to their subordinates.
The adjutant who came to the basement ordered the radio operator he brought: "Send a telegram to Colonel Sokov and tell him that the enemy had rushed into the hotel and asked him to send troops to reinforce immediately. Otherwise, if something happens to the general, he will be sent to the military court."
Sokov, who was staying in the command center, soon saw a telegram sent by the adjutant. Zhukov's hotel was attacked by the enemy. He was anxious and wanted to send large troops to reinforce immediately. But he knew better that the enemy who was sneak attacking was wearing Soviet uniforms. Even if he sent troops to reinforce, it would be difficult to distinguish the enemy and us in the dark, and he might suffer more serious losses.
Therefore, after repeated thinking, he asked the radio operator to call back: "Tell the adjutant of the general that we cannot send troops before dawn, so as not to cause unnecessary accidental injuries. Please find a way to rely on the existing strength and persevere until dawn."
"Bastard, this damn bastard dares not save him." After receiving Sokov's call, the adjutant gritted his teeth and cursed: "Aren't he afraid of accidents in the general and his own life difficult to protect?"
"Comrade Adjutant," asked nervously, the female radio operator who had just handed the telegram to the adjutant, "Will the enemy rush into the basement?"
"Don't worry, Comrade Radio operator." The adjutant raised his hand and patted the female radio operator gently on the shoulders of the radio operator twice, comforting her and said, "I sent eight soldiers to guard the entrance of the basement, and the Germans could not rush in."
When the adjutant left the basement with the telegram, he said to the warrior guarding the door: "Remember my secret code when knocking on the door. If the secret code is wrong, you must not open the door. Do you understand?"
"I understand, comrade adjutant." The sergeant led the team replied: "We will definitely protect the communication team in the basement to keep them from harm."
The adjutant opened the basement door and took a few steps towards the stairs. Suddenly, two black shadows rushed out from beside him, pressed him with guns, and shouted in a low voice: "Don't move, raise your hand!"
"What are you doing?" the adjutant shouted: "In this case, what are you kidding?"
Hearing the adjutant's voice, the muzzle on his back moved away, and then a voice apologized to him and said, "I'm sorry, comrade Adjutant, the battle outside is basically over, but because the light is too dark, we cannot effectively identify the enemy and us. Therefore, the captain ordered us to stay in place and not move. When we found moving figures, we immediately fired."
When the adjutant heard the soldier say this, he was shocked and sweated in a cold sweat. He asked with guilt: "Then why didn't you shoot me?"
"Comrade Adjutant, I saw your figure familiar, so I told my companion not to pay." The soldier said with lingering fear: "But fortunately, I didn't shoot, otherwise something big will happen." In order to make up for his recklessness, the soldier also took the initiative to propose, "Comrade Adjutant, I will accompany you upstairs."
"No," the adjutant waved his hand and said, "I know the way."
Chapter completed!