When I returned to the duty room, the warrant officer on duty had already prepared my appointment letter. Seeing me entering the door, he picked up a document from the table and handed it to me.

When I took the appointment book, I was stunned. If it was a printed document, I could understand it a little bit, but the commands on this paper were not printed but handwritten. The difference between handwritten and printed in Russian is too big, and I can't understand what is written on the document at all.

I hesitated for a moment and could only ask the warrant officer with a shameless face: "Comrade Warrant officer, can you read me about the contents of this file? The fonts on it are too sloppy, and the light in the room is dim, so I really can't see clearly." After saying this, my face was flushed with shame.

The warrant officer did not notice my abnormality, but just looked at me dissatisfiedly, but he still patiently read the order to me: "To the commander of the Unknown Highland Garrison Battalion: Our headquarters is now sending Sergeant Musdakova Oshanina to your office as the platoon leader of the anti-aircraft machine gun platoon. Please accept it. Leningrad Air Defense Command."

"Who should I report to after I go?" I asked again hurriedly.

"After you go, someone will naturally tell you," the warrant officer looked a little impatient, and then added, "The car and the driver who sent you to the highlands are already waiting outside. You can go quickly. I'm done."

I quickly saluted him, then turned around and walked out of the duty room.

I walked out of the gate of the Air Defense Command and saw that it was already evening. A truck covered with canvas was parked not far away in front of me. I was about to walk over and ask if it was a car to the Purkovo Heights when the truck door opened. A driver wearing a boat hat poked his head out from inside and shouted loudly: "Girl, are you going to the front line?"

Girl! When I heard this word, I immediately looked around the left and right, but there were not even a figure at the door except for two soldiers standing guard. Where did the girl come from?

"Hey! Hey! Dear," he continued: "Don't look around, you are talking about you, get in the car quickly, the car has been waiting for you for a long time."

It turned out that he was calling me. Alas, it's been so long, but I still can't remember that I am already a female soldier now. I quickly took a few steps, got in the bus and got in the passenger seat, and asked tentatively: "Are you going to the Pulkovo Heights?"

"Yes, yes." The driver said as he twisted the ignition switch key, and with a loud clang, the car started to move.

For a while, the driver was driving silently, and none of us spoke, but there was always an inexplicable smile on his face.

"Why are you so happy?" I finally couldn't help asking him curiously.

"You are so amazing!" He replied unexpectedly: "In such a short time, he has actually obtained two military medals."

"I've just obtained it soon."

"I sincerely congratulate you, Comrade Sergeant."

"Thank you, Comrade Driver. This was awarded by the commander of the Front Army himself." When it comes to the medal, I couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. But I quickly felt a little embarrassed. Both medals came from difficult times. The Red Flag Medal was the headquarters for commending the brilliant achievements of Lida's personal shooting down two enemy aircraft in the air defense battle. As for the battle in the forest, although all the German devils were eliminated, four female soldiers died, and Warrant Officer Vaskov was injured and I didn't know which hospital I was sent to. I have not yet been able to find out his whereabouts. I have won the honor that should belong to them. I am really ashamed.

"Is it General Zhukov?"

"No, it was granted by Marshal Voroshilov, the commander of the Front Army."

"Ah?!" he said in surprise: "Don't you know yet? Marshal Voroshilov was recalled to the base camp last week, and now General Zhukov is the one who takes over his position as commander of the front."

"Oh," I quickly explained, "I just came out of the hospital today, and I don't know that the commander has been replaced."

"I love driving at night," as soon as I said, the driver who likes to talk then said, "I always drive at full speed! You don't have to care about pedestrians or vehicles! Run like a flying person and be king on the road!" As I was speaking, a policeman on the sidewalk crossed the front of the car and stopped the car. Seeing the police stopping the car, my heart suddenly rose to my throat. When I was in Moscow, what I feared the most was that the police stopped the car. Usually, after stopping, many of them were blackmailed by the name of checking the driver's license and passport. As I encountered it, I unknowingly formed a police phobia.

Just as my heart was beating faster, I suddenly heard the driver's voice: "Hey, hey!" He warned the police loudly, "Look clearly! Don't delay my official duties." He poked the square cardboard pass posted on the windshield with his finger. The police glanced at the pass, saluted us, and moved back two steps back to the side of the road.

I secretly breathed a sigh of relief and looked at his driver with a smile. Only then did I realize that I was not in Moscow in later generations, but in Leningrad in the war. In the war, soldiers had many privileges and there was no need to be afraid of these police officers.

Without the police's constraints, he became increasingly unacceptable to traffic rules and drove his car on empty streets, sometimes leaning to the left and sometimes leaning to the right. Obviously, he felt very happy because he could drive without restraint.

"Where are you from?" he asked me again.

"Moscow." I said without hesitation.

"Moscow!" He suddenly became excited, "What a coincidence, I am also from Moscow. I have been serving in Leningrad since I joined the army. My home is No. 27 Lenin Street, where do you live?"

"I live at 118 Mozaisk Road, and stand on the balcony of my house and you can see the Arc de Triomphe and the Monument to the Goddess of Victory in the Victory Square."

"Where is there to live?" the driver asked in surprise, and at the same time, his feet moved away from the damper due to surprise.

The car's speed suddenly slowed down.

"Driving!" I hurriedly reminded him, and at the same time realized that I had made a serious mistake. Victory Square was built in 1995, and now it is only 1941. He is not a time traveler like me. How could he know about the building that appeared more than fifty years later?

"Dear, what are you talking about Arc de Triomphe and Victory Square?!" The driver asked loudly while adjusting the speed of the car. "I seem to have never heard of these two places."

"Oh, I didn't make it clear. What I mean: after the war is over, we should build a magnificent Arc de Triomphe in Moscow, build a huge square, and build a tall monument to the goddess of victory in the middle of the square to commemorate the great Patriotic War. This location is best near the Kutuzov subway station on Mozaisk Road, so that I can stand on the balcony of my home and look at these two great buildings every day." I was rude and tried my best to make up for the mistake I just said.

"You said so well." He did not have any doubts, and began to think about it according to my thoughts: "I also hope to drive the German devils away as soon as possible, and then build the buildings you mentioned in Moscow to celebrate our victory."

The truck climbed a small hill and drove for a while, and the driver began to slow down. "Is it the destination?" I said exhausted when the driver parked the car next to other trucks.

"It's here." The driver confirmed.

I said thank you to the driver, then pushed open the car door and jumped down. The driver crossed his body across the seat, poked his head out of the car door that I had not closed, and pointed to me in front of me: "You go along this road and see a half-buried shelter, which is the command center of the nameless highland. You should go there to report to the commander."

I thanked him again and walked along the uneven path towards the command center.

Not long after I walked, a raised earthen bunker appeared in front of me, and two soldiers in military uniforms were walking back and forth beside the house. Seeing me approaching the house, one of the soldiers raised their hands to signal me to stop, and then said to me: "Comrade Soldier, please show your ID."

"I am Sergeant Oshanina, the new platoon leader of the Unknown Highland Anti-aircraft Machine Gun Platoon, came here to report to the commander." As I said, I unbuttoned the buttons of my top pocket, took out the military certificate and the appointment letter clipped inside and handed it to him.

The soldier took the ID, read the appointment letter carefully, looked through the military certificate, and stared at me, probably checking the photo with me, and then said to me: "Wait a minute", turned around and opened the door and walked in, and as soon as he entered, the wooden door slammed.

I understood that the soldier went in and reported to his superiors, so I stood there and waited patiently.

The door opened, and the soldier walked out again and returned the military certificate to me, but he didn't see the appointment letter. It was probably the commander who stayed in the room.
Chapter completed!