Burning Moscow

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Although Zhukov asked me, his eyes looked at Chernyakhovsky, and he seemed to want to get the answer he wanted from him. Please search (品#书……网) to see the most complete! Seeing this in the fastest novel, I closed my mouth wittily and turned my gaze to Chernyakhovsky, waiting for him to tell Zhukov about our thrilling experience on the way.

As soon as Zhukov finished speaking, Chernyakhovsky replied: "Report Comrade Marshal, Lida and I were attacked by an enemy cavalry of more than 50 people on the way to the tank brigade. With the support of the reinforcements, we have wiped out all the cavalry."

"The enemy's cavalry?" After listening to Chernyakhovsky's brief description, Zhukov turned his head to look at Rokosovsky and asked in amazement: "Comrade Rokosovsky, the Germans are well established. The cavalry?"

Rokosovsky shook his head and said blankly: "Since the German army has such a strong armored force, the cavalry is a dispensable unit for them. In the information I have, the Germans have nothing but Apart from the few cavalry used for communications and reconnaissance, I have never heard of any formed cavalry units."

"That's it, Comrade Marshal." Chernyakhovsky realized that Zhukov and Rokosovsky had a misunderstanding, and quickly explained: "What we encountered was not the German cavalry, but the Hungarian cavalry. They should be It bypassed our army's defense line and passed through the forest. It happened to meet our convoy, so the battle took place."

After listening to Chernyakhovsky's narration, Zhukov walked around the table and walked in front of me, and asked with concern: "Lida, are you not injured?"

"No, Comrade Marshal." I was afraid that Zhukov was worried, and quickly replied: "The enemy has been killed before he gets near me."

"Is it really okay?" Before Zhukov could speak, Rokosovsky also walked around from behind the table and walked in front of me. After looking up and down, he asked nervously: "Are you sure you really haven't Are you injured?"

"Comrade Rokosovsky. Don't worry about Lida. She is very lucky and there will never be anything wrong." After Zhukov confirmed that I was not injured, the expression on his face became more relaxed, so much so He also jokingly said to Rokosovsky: "During the defense of Moscow, I took her to the front line for inspection. I also encountered German tanks, but in the end it was safe."

Then the two and Chernyakhovsky aimed at the deployment of the 60th Army. After giving some guidance, he shook hands and said goodbye.

I was thinking that I should stay. Or when he followed Rokosovsky back to the front army headquarters, Zhukov who passed by me stopped and looked at me sideways and asked, "Lida, what are you still standing here for?" Without waiting for me to speak, he Add another sentence, "Come back to Moscow with me." After that, he and Rokosovsky walked out side by side.

"Yes!" I promised aloud, then I cast my sights on Chernyakhovsky again and saw the reaction. Chernyakhovsky and I met the queen. He opened his mouth and said something silently. Although there was no sound, I still found out from the shape of his mouth. What he said was: "For us to replenish our equipment, don't forget to mention it to the marshal."

I nodded at him, indicating that I would take his matter to heart, and then turned around and followed Zhukov and them out of the tank brigade command.

A few of us didn't get far out of the headquarters. Zhukov stopped and asked Rokosovsky: "Where are you going to go next?"

Rokosovsky quickly replied: "I plan to visit the defense zones of the 38th and 40th Army. They are next to the incompletely formed Voronezh Front. Once the Germans move northward from Belgorod, they will be where they are. Will be the focus of the enemy's offensive."

"Since this is the case," Zhukov said thoughtfully, "then you and Comrade Terekin rush over as soon as possible." Seeing Rokosovsky's promise, he turned and left. He quickly stopped him and told him, "Lida was attacked by the enemy just now on the way here. To ensure safety, when you go later, bring more people with you."

"Understood, Comrade Marshal. I will bring a company of guards with him." Rokosovsky finished his words. He also said with concern to Zhukov, "Comrade Marshal, although from here to Moscow, it is our army's defense zone, but for the sake of safety, I will send you more troops."

"No," Zhukov simply rejected Rokosovsky's proposal and said: "Your military strength is already limited. How can you send these precious troops back to the rear with me? My safety does not require you. Worry, the two trucks of soldiers who came with me are all experienced in battle, and they are sufficient to deal with all emergencies."

After he finished speaking, he saw that Rokosovsky wanted to persuade him again, so he raised his hand to stop him, and said stubbornly: "Besides, the return route is all within our army's defense line, even if you encounter enemy troops again. As long as we can hold on for half an hour, the nearby reinforcements will be able to arrive."

Seeing Zhukov's stubbornness, Rokosovsky turned his attention to me instead of struggling with him. "Lida, Comrade Marshal, please take care of me."

"Come on, Comrade Rokosovsky, why do you have so much nonsense? I haven't been on the battlefield before. When I'm in danger, don't I know I need to help others to protect myself?" said After that, he walked quickly to the side of the jeep, opened the door on the side of the co-pilot, and yelled at me: "Lida, what are you doing there, don't you hurry to get in the car!" He bent down and got into the car, and closed the door with a knock on the ground.

I raised my hand to salute Rokosovsky and smiled and said to him: "Comrade Commander, don't worry, as long as I am here, there will never be any accidents to Comrade Marshal. Goodbye, there will be some time later. !"

"There will be a period later!" He said, reaching out to me, and shook me firmly.

As soon as I sat firmly in the back row, Zhukov ordered the driver: "Drive!"

When our car was driving on the muddy road, Zhukov said without looking back: "This Rokosovsky is also too cautious. The areas we pass are all deep in the depth of our military's defense line, and there are at best sporadic. German scouts from Germany came in, they couldn’t pose any threat to us.”

When I heard Zhukov say this, I couldn't help but look back at the two trucks that followed, and said to my heart: "Even if I encountered the kind of sneak attack I experienced today, the strength of the Zhukov Guard is more than enough." I looked back. I wanted to hear what Zhukov had to say, but who knew that he was leaning on the back of his chair, lowering his head and closing his eyes to rest.

Zhukov can close his eyes and rest his mind, but after I experienced the attack just now, I must remain vigilant enough. I clenched the assault rifle in my hand, and looked at both sides of the road warily, fearing that another group of people would emerge from the forest.

Unexpectedly, the more worrying. What happened more. After our car was driven for about ten minutes, I suddenly saw a group of people pouring out of the forest on the east side of the road. I immediately shouted nervously: "There is an enemy, the driver stops, stop quickly, there is an enemy in front." After I said, I will pick up the assault rifle and prepare to shoot.

"Enemy, where is the enemy?" The jeep's sudden stop, and my panicked shout, awakened Zhukov, who had closed his eyes and rested. He asked vigilantly: "Where is the enemy?"

"On the right front of the road, Comrade Marshal." I replied with a flustered expression: "Just out of the forest, there are at least a dozen or twenty people."

Zhukov looked in the direction I said. After looking for a while, he turned around and said to me: "That's not the enemy, it's our own. Didn't you see that all we wear are our military uniforms? Driver. Drive the car over." "

When I saw the driver following Zhukov's order to drive the car towards the group of people, my heart touched my throat, my fingers kept on the trigger and did not move away. I was ready to shoot as soon as I found that the situation was not right.

When we got closer and closer to that group of people. I finally saw that those people were wearing uniforms of our army. Except for a few who had weapons in their hands, most of them were bare-handed. Seeing this, I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and said that since their weapons are seriously inadequate, even if they are disguised by the Germans, there is nothing terrifying. Thought of this. I removed my finger from the trigger.

The group of people obviously heard the movement, and they all stopped and stood there, waiting for our car to pass by. When the car stopped in front of them, Zhukov pushed the car door and asked them loudly: "Which one of you is the commander, come here."

As he shouted, a second lieutenant wearing a steel helmet came out from the crowd. He had a beard, his uniform was covered with dried mud, and a sand submachine gun hung on his chest. He came to the car, raised his hand to salute Zhukov, and said politely: "Hello, Comrade Marshal of the Soviet Union, what instructions do you have?"

Zhukov looked at the ensign in front of him and asked with a serious expression: "Ensign, where did you come from?"

"From near Belgorod." The second lieutenant straightened and replied in a hoarse voice.

"Belgorod," Zhukov sneered after hearing the place name, then looked at the ensign and asked unceremoniously: "The Germans captured Belgorod as early as a week ago. Where did you escape?"

"No, Comrade Marshal." The second lieutenant replied, neither humble nor arrogant: "We belong to the Voronezh Front. After Kharkov was broken up by the Germans, our battalion was withdrawn to Belgorod, where we fought again with the Germans. After a battle, we retreated into the forest. We walked in the forest for a week and only came here today."

"Where is your battalion commander?" Zhukov asked next.

"I am the battalion commander," the second lieutenant replied.

After looking at him up and down, Zhukov asked with interest: "I don't know what merit you have done to get promoted so fast?"

"In the beginning, I was just the platoon commander. When the company commander was killed, I became a company commander." The second lieutenant continued to reply in the original tone: "After the battalion commander sacrificed, I was the highest rank among the remaining people, so naturally I became a company commander. The battalion commander. Twenty-one people remain in the battalion, and they are all here."

"Where are you going?" Zhukov's tone became friendly when the ensign said that.

"I don't know," the second lieutenant shook his head and said, "After we retreated into the forest, we were separated from the main force, so we had to retreat in the direction of Moscow, hoping to meet the main force and join them."

"Comrade Lieutenant, you are now farther and farther away from the Voronezh Front Army, and you have entered the defense zone of the Central Front Army." Zhukov took out the notebook, wrote a few pens on it with a pencil, then tore off the page and handed it to the second lieutenant. , Said: "Comrade Lieutenant, you and your people don't need to continue to withdraw to the north. Find a unit nearby to join them. You give this piece of paper to the commander of that unit, and they will arrange you properly. "

The second lieutenant took the paper in Zhukov's hand and just wanted to talk, a commander in the car behind hurried over, saluted Zhukov and asked: "Comrade Marshal, is there anything I can do for you?"

Zhukov looked sideways at his subordinates and then at the embarrassed soldier before him. Then he ordered the officer to say, "Get something to eat from the car and give them to the ensign. They stayed in the forest for so long. There’s no food."

Seeing the officer running to the back to fetch food, the ensign standing next to him raised his hand to salute Zhukov and said excitedly: "Thank you, thank you, Comrade Marshal. Your kindness to us~www.NovelMTL.com~ We will always remember."

Zhukov closed the door noncommittal, and again told the driver: "Drive!"

I turned my head to look out of the car window. The ragged but straight soldiers said to Zhukov with emotion: "Comrade Marshal, these commanders are all good, as long as they have a good meal and sleep beautifully. Once you feel it, equip them with weapons, and you will be an elite division again."

Hearing what I mentioned about replenishing weapons, Zhukov was silent. After a while, he said: "Lida, some time ago we planned to install the new assault rifle in your hand in the queue, but from the current situation Look, the listing time may have to be greatly backed up."

"Time is going back, why, Comrade Marshal?" Zhukov's words surprised me. In desperation, I forgot the upper and lower levels and asked bluntly: "Is there something wrong with our production line?"

"There is no problem with the production line," Zhukov turned around and said to me: "It's because there was a problem with the raw materials, the materials needed for the new assault rifle, because the US aid materials have not arrived for a long time, so our production has to be stopped. Come down." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly pass. Your support is my biggest motivation.)