Burning Moscow

Section 29 The New Front (1)

Zhukov’s black car was parked in the hotel’s internal parking lot, and Cholokhov and Korolev put us in the car. Before getting into the car, Korolev hugged me, kissed me lightly on the forehead, and said with concern in his father’s tone: “Lida, take care! We will have a period later.”

I suddenly felt sore in my nose and felt tears coming out of my eyes. I pressed my face to his chest and replied chokedly: “Uncle Pavel, thank you, I will miss you. Back to Leningrad, if you If you see Vera, please say hello to her for me.”

“Hurry up, Major Oshanina.” Zhukov, who was already sitting in the car, urged me impatiently: “If you have anything, wait until you defeat the German devils and speak slowly. Now we are going to the front line immediately. ”

I opened the car door, got into the back of the car, sat down next to a huge canvas bag, and waved goodbye to Korolev outside through the window glass.

The car started slowly, and after driving out of the parking lot, the speed gradually increased.

I looked back, except for our car, there were no more cars afterwards. I asked a little surprised: “Comrade General, are we going to the front line?”

“Yes.” Zhukov replied unceremoniously: “Do you think we are going to a wedding?”

“But there are only you, me, and the driver who drove. You go to the front line without even a guard?”

Zhukov, who was sitting in the front passenger seat, didn’t even turn his head and said, “There is a submachine gun in the canvas bag next to you. As far as I know, you are familiar with firearms and your marksmanship are good. On our way, you Just be my guard.”

I happily agreed, opened the canvas bag, drew the Popov submachine gun from it, pulled the bolt of the gun to check the ammunition, and saw that there were enough bullets in the gun, and my heart was at ease. As long as you have this Popov submachine gun in your hand, you can deal with a few German skirmishers with ease.

A checkpoint appeared in front of 　　, and a few soldiers with rifles stood at the intersection where the roadblock was placed. Seeing our car driving past, one of them stood in the middle of the road, raised his right hand above his head, and signaled us to stop. The car steadily stopped in front of him, and the soldier came up and bent over and looked into the car. Zhukov sat upright, turned his head and glared at him harshly. The soldier hurriedly stood up straight, took two steps back, and raised his hand to salute us. Seeing this situation, the other soldiers quickly moved the obstacles aside. As soon as the driver stepped on the accelerator, the car looked forward again.

After exiting the checkpoint, a large number of laborers appeared on both sides of the road. Most of them were women. They were digging trenches around the city. I saw that in the rear of the trenches, in addition to the bunkers, there was also an anti-aircraft machine gun position every few hundred meters, and soldiers in charge of air defense were on duty.

“Comrade Oshaninina,” Zhukov suddenly said again when I was looking out the window with my submachine gun in his arms: “I have a lot of questions, I want to ask you.”

Hearing what he said, I was a little surprised. Is there anything Zhukov needs to ask me for? I quickly sat up straight and said nervously, “Comrade General, please speak up.”

“What you said on the Kremlin podium, I have read the meeting minutes today. It is undeniable that many of the arguments in what you said are very incisive and unique.” Having said that, he turned his head and looked at me and continued. Said: “But what surprised me is precisely here. You must know that anyone who can analyze the current situation so clearly should at least be a chief of staff of the front army or someone with a higher position. And you, only half an hour ago, Earned the rank of major. There are many things that even the commander of the general level does not know the authority, let alone you are a small officer who stays on the front line every day. Facing the ferocious attack of the German army, even the highest commander himself, There is no confidence that you can stop them under the city of Moscow. But you, on the podium, said in an understatement that our army can not only block the enemy, but also completely fan them. When it comes to analyzing the senior commanders of our army in the early stage The reason for the failure is even more straightforward. There is no doubt that the person who can draw such an incisive conclusion is definitely an outstanding military genius. Under the current severe situation, I really want to meet such a person and talk to him. Ask him how to deal with the grim situation in front of you. So I want to know especially who instilled these thoughts into your mind?”

I was speechless for such a direct question. Yes, everything I said on the Kremlin podium is what I see from the history books. As for “adventurism in offense, conservatism in defense, and escapeism in retreat”, I directly quoted the chairman. Summary at the Zunyi meeting. But how should I answer him? Can I tell the truth to the general in front of me and say: “Comrade General, in fact, I am a person from the future. Everything I said on the Kremlin podium is the historical knowledge learned in later books.”

In that way, it is estimated that I am not regarded as a lunatic, but as a spy. My mind was running fast, wondering how to lie.

“What’s the matter?” Zhukov asked in a puzzled manner: “Is that person arrested? If that’s the case, I can exercise my special rights to liberate him and arrange for him a suitable position in the front army headquarters. “Zhukov took my silence as another problem. In the Great Purge in the past few years, a large number of experienced and capable commanders were ruthlessly purged, including the Soviet military genius Tukhachevsky. The marshal himself. He probably thought I met a survivor in the purge, so he said so.

“No, Comrade General.” I hurriedly denied it, and then used the only fabricated reason to prevaricate him: “I was seriously injured in the battle more than a month ago. As I was dying, I felt that my soul had come to a place. Inside the mysterious castle, I saw a mysterious person.”

“What kind of mysterious person?” he asked with a puzzled face.

“I don’t know, he wears an iron mask on his face,” I continued to make up the story, “but it is strange that he is wearing our army uniform…”

“What kind of uniform? Just say it.” He interrupted me impatiently.

“Yes.” The continuation of the story has already begun, and it is much easier to make up later. “It’s a marshal’s uniform. Although he wears a mask, he looks very young, in his forties. Many of the military viewpoints I have explained are all told to me by him. In the Kremlin Everything that was said on the podium was just repeating what he said.” At this point, I feel the sweat on my forehead has gone down. It seems that lying requires an excellent psychological quality.

After hearing what I said, Zhukov turned around and sat down again without saying a word.

The car bumped onto a wooden bridge.

“Comrade General, Uukanshu www.uukanshu.com” The driver who had been silent all of a sudden said: “We are almost at Pultova.”

Zhukov turned his head and glanced at the driver, and said in a flat voice: “Really?!” Looking around, then asked again: “Pultova?!”

The car continued to drive forward bumpy on the wooden bridge. I don’t know why the driver suddenly mentioned the place name, so I could only look out through the car window without saying a word.

“When I was a teenager, I walked everywhere here.” Zhukov suddenly said to himself, “The village where I live is only ten kilometers away. There are still mothers, sisters, and Her child.”

“Comrade General,” I couldn’t help but interject, “Would you like to stop by?”

“No,” Zhukov shook his head and said very decisively: “Time does not allow.”

There was a brief silence in the car, and then the driver’s words broke the calm. “Comrade General, if the enemy gets here, what will your mother and sister do? If the enemy knows that this is a relative of General Zhukov, he will definitely be shot. Go, let them leave even if you say something…”

“No!” Zhukov said very firmly: “I said no, we don’t have time. What we have to do is to hurry to the headquarters of the Western Front. The current situation there is very critical.”

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