Burning Moscow

Seeing that I had signs of anger, Yushchenko dared not sell anymore and quickly asked me tentatively: "Comrade General, before I answer your question, can I ask you two questions?"

"Lieutenant, if you have any questions, just ask quickly." I am very impatient with his mysterious behavior.

Seeing that I agreed to his request, Yushchenko asked cautiously: "Comrade General, if, what I'm talking about is if, if you are a commander of a group army and want to get to know another commander of a group army you never know. Apart from meetings and coordinated operations, are there other ways?"

Regarding his question, I frowned and thought about it, and found that apart from the two situations he mentioned, there was really no other way to make friends. Moreover, as a commander of a group army, without the permission of the superiors, arbitrarily befriending commanders of friendly forces who are not mutually exclusive will cause unnecessary suspicion. Thinking of this, I nodded silently, agreeing with what he said.

He then asked: "Moreover, even if you know another commander of the group army, can you enter the opponent's defense zone and check his defense deployment?..."

Before Yushchenko finished asking what he said, I immediately guessed what he meant to express. I couldn't help but raised my hand and patted my forehead, and said annoyedly: "Fuzzy, really confused!"

As soon as I spoke, Yushchenko flushed with shame and closed his mouth in embarrassment. I was taken aback for his reaction, and then I realized that he was misunderstanding and I was scolding him, and quickly explained: "Comrade Captain, don’t get me wrong, I’m not talking about you. I’m talking about myself. It’s so simple. Truth, I only understood it when you reminded me. Isn’t that confused?"

Yushchenko did not speak after hearing what I said. Just a wry smile.

I went on to say something other than what he wanted to express: "Captain Yushchenko, I understand what you mean. You want to tell me that this time following General Rokosovsky to the front line for inspection, you will have the opportunity to get to know a lot of people. The high-level commanders that I couldn’t know originally increased my contacts in the army. At the same time, the construction of forward defensive positions. Presenting their own unique insights can also increase the sense of identification of these commanders with me. Am I right? ?"

After hearing the question behind me, Yushchenko finally showed a relieved expression. He nodded vigorously, and said affirmatively: "Yes. Comrade General. That's what I meant to express." After a pause, he asked tentatively, "It's getting late, do you need something to eat?"

He didn't say, I hadn't noticed that my stomach was groaning with hunger. When he said this, he suddenly felt hungry and panicked, sweating all over, nodded hurriedly, and urged him: "Captain. I'm really hungry. Let the guards outside get some food."

He nodded and walked to the door. A guard was called. He whispered a few words to the other party. The soldier agreed and left quickly along the corridor.

Yushchenko returned to me and reported to me: "Comrade General, I have sent someone to fetch dinner. You will be able to eat after a while."

Anyway, I have to wait for dinner, so I chatted with Yushchenko: "Comrade Captain. How long do you think we can stay here with General Rokosovsky to the forefront?"

For this question of mine. Yushchenko thought for a while, and replied: "I guess it will be about a week at most."

"A week?" I finished listening to Yushchenko's answer. Ask with interest: "May I ask, on what basis do you make this judgment?"

After listening to my question, Yushchenko laughed: "Comrade General, according to the arrangement of your superiors, in mid-April, you will go to the United States with the delegation. Have you forgotten it?"

If Yushchenko didn't mention when he went to the United States, I would really not think of it, because in my mind, apart from thinking about going to the front line with Rokosovsky for inspections, I was thinking about whether Vasili's surgery would succeed tomorrow.

Thinking of Vasily's surgery, I couldn't help but feel a little bit more troubled. I looked up and asked Yushchenko: "Captain, do you think Vasily's operation will be successful tomorrow?"

Yushchenko nodded first after hearing this. After a while, he shook his head again, and said with some embarrassment: "Comrade General, this is hard to say. Although Dr. Sergey made a statement, he said that in the operation tomorrow, he He will go all out. But no matter how I look at it, I feel that when he said this, he was a little lacking in confidence."

While talking, the security guard sent by Yushchenko to find food has entered with a tray. In addition to bread slices and sliced ​​sausages, there are even a few steaming baked potatoes on the tray.

After the guards put the things on the table one by one, Yushchenko took out two bottles of Coke like a trick, and said proudly to me: "Comrade General, the comrades of the headquarters have sent a lot of this kind of American Give us Coke, you can taste it tonight."

I saw that he cleanly removed the cap of the Coke bottle, took two tea cups from the side, and was about to pour Coke into it. I was afraid that he made the mistake of adding water to Coke again, and quickly reminded him: "Captain, this kind of Coke is drunk directly. Don't add water or sugar to it."

He couldn't help being stunned when he heard what I said. After a while, he weakly retorted: "Comrade general, but I think the comrades in the headquarters all drink drinks like this."

After snorting heavily with my nose, I said, "If their drinking methods are all wrong, would you follow them?"

"No?" Yushchenko heard me say this, and said in disbelief: "One or two people's drinking method is wrong, and it's fair. But if the entire headquarters drink like this, don't you say theirs too? Is it wrong to drink?"

"Comrade Captain," I explained patiently to Yushchenko, "Some things are not what most people think is correct, but they are correct. As far as I know, even some high-level commanders drink Coke. The way is also wrong. This kind of drink can be drunk directly without adding water and sugar. But in the summer, putting a few ice cubes in the cola can prevent heatstroke and cool down."

Yushchenko saw what I said so convincingly, so instead of flushing water into the Coke, Yushchenko picked up the cup and took a big sip. When I saw his brows tightening, I couldn't help but ask curiously: "Captain Yushchenko, how does it taste?"

He picked up the cup again and took a light sip of Coke before he replied, "Although this kind of drink has a little sweetness, I'm really not used to it."

"Drink a few more times to get used to it." After I said this casually, I asked again: "The superior said that he would send me an English teacher. I don't know if we were here when we left. ."

Yushchenko just put a piece of bread into his mouth. Hearing this question, he replied in a flustered voice: "Comrade General, I will ask." Then he got up from his seat and walked again. At the door.

After two or three minutes, he walked across to me and sat down again. Reported to me: "Comrade General, I just asked the guards who stayed behind. He said that before General Rokosovsky came down, a sergeant had come. The sergeant wore a round frame. Glasses, people look gentle, saying it was an English teacher assigned to you by your superiors. Because you were not there, our soldiers have sent him away and let him come back tomorrow."

Next, I asked Yushchenko and the other guards about the accommodation arrangements, and then moved the topic to Kiev. I asked, "Comrade Captain, how many people are in our special guard company in Kiev?"

"There are about seventy people left." Yushchenko heard what I wanted to ask from my words, and quickly replied: "The weapons they are equipped with are all assault rifles, but the number of bullets is already very high. It's scarce. At most one more battle, these effective ammunition will be exhausted. You see if we should send a telegram to General Rebarko, and let him order the soldiers of the special guard company, at the last critical juncture, All these weapons are destroyed, so as not to fall into the hands of the Germans?"

I thought about it, and finally shook my head and said: "No, although Kiev is currently under heavy siege by the Germans, there is not much danger for the time being. After all, the main force of the Germans is still to be used against us in the Kursk region. They don’t dare to deploy too much force to counterattack Kiev.” After thinking about it, I added, “Also, after a while, the assault rifle will be equipped with a large number of troops, even if the German army seizes a few. Take it back ~www.NovelMTL.com~ and they will not be able to complete the development and production of short barrels in a short time."

"If this is the case, then I can rest assured." Yushchenko said, after a few bites of the stack of bread before him, stood up and asked me: "Can I leave, Comrade General?"

I nodded at him and said, "Go back and rest, and go to the hospital with me tomorrow. I don't see the success of Vasily's operation, my heart is still not at ease."

Early the next morning, I took Yushchenko and two other guards to the hospital. Just in time for Vasily to sit in a wheelchair and was about to be pushed into the operating room. I quickly called the carer in the cart, walked over to hold Vasily’s hands, and comforted him: “Comrade Vasily, don’t be nervous, Dr. Sergey’s skill is very good, he will be able to successfully remove the pus in your eyes. All the water is removed. I believe it will not be long before your vision will return to normal."

When I had an operation last time, four or five hours passed without knowing it, but it didn't take long. Today, Vasily’s surgery took almost the same time, but it made me anxious like an ant on a hot pot, walking around the operating room with my hands behind my back, hoping to see a nurse coming out to fetch something. Something, then I can ask her about the situation in the operating room. Unfortunately, for several hours, the door to the operating room was closed, and no one came in or out. (To be continued)