Burning Moscow

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After watching the sailors carrying the bodies of the two sacrificed pilots and the injured pilot onto the truck, I suddenly thought of another thing, and hurriedly shouted at Smurray, who was standing not far away: "Comrade Captain!"

Hearing my shout, Smurray turned around, walked quickly to my front, and asked politely: "Comrade General, do you have any instructions?"

I turned to the speedboat parked on the shore in the distance and asked, "Comrade Captain, are those speedboats under your command?"

Smurray turned his head and took a look, then nodded, and said in surprise: "Comrade General, we have a truck to take you to the base, and you don't need to take a speedboat. The reason why Pinshu.com (wWW.VoDtw.coM) will send them The speedboat was specially prepared by the superiors for fear of your plane falling into the sea for the convenience of search and rescue."

At this time, Khrulev also came over and asked curiously: "Oshanina, you don't want to take a speedboat to the base, do you?"

I shook my head and replied with a serious expression: "No, Comrade Minister, I have no plans to set up a base on a motorboat. The reason I ask is because the pilot of the US fighter jet that was shot down during the air battle just now After parachuting, I believe he is now soaking in the cold water. Time has passed for so long, and if he does not send people to rescue him in time, he will probably be very lucky."

Hearing what I said turned out to be this, Khrulev nodded in agreement, "You are right, he just saved all of us, so you can't just watch him die in the cold sea. "Speaking of this, he immediately issued an order to Smurray: "Captain, let those speedboats go to the sea to search for an American pilot who parachuted. Even if he died, you must bring back their remains. Understand. Yet?"

"Understood, Comrade General." Smurray replied loudly, "I will arrange this immediately." After he said, he raised his hand to salute, and ran quickly toward the speedboat on the seashore.

While watching the speedboat parked on the beach heading into the sea, I worriedly asked Khrulev: "Comrade Minister, do you think you can save the parachuting pilot?"

Khrulev hesitated for a moment, then slowly shook his head. Said: "I think the hope is very slim. After all, he has been skydiving for a long time. In such a cold season, running in the icy water for at most half an hour, people can't hold him. The sailors can hold him. It’s not bad to get his body back, so that we can also have an explanation to his family."

Smurray ran back in front of us again, and first reported that the search boat had departed. Then respectfully invited us into the jeep, he will personally lead the troops to **** us back to the base.

We were sitting in a jeep driven by Captain Smurray. After twenty minutes of driving, I finally came to Vladivostok, where the Pacific Fleet is located, and it is also the place I habitually call Vladivostok.

After the officer on duty at the gate of the base checked Captain Smurray’s credentials, he just glanced at us casually, raised his hand to salute, and waved to let him go.

Captain Smurray sent me to the outside of a gray three-story building, parked the car not far from the guard sentry, and then turned to us and said, "Comrade General, here we are. The commander of the Pacific Fleet is here. Lou. I can't enter here at my level, so please go in by yourself, I won't accompany you."

"I see." Khrulev nodded, then reached out to Captain Smurray and said friendlyly: "Thank you, comrade Captain. I wish you health!"

When Khrulev and I got out of the jeep, a major immediately appeared at the door of the building. He ran down the steps, stopped in front of us, raised his hand to salute and asked Khrulev politely: "Are you General Khrulev?"

"Yes, Major." Khrulev nodded, and after acknowledging his identity, he asked, "Do you know me?"

The major heard Khrulev ask. I couldn't help but replied nervously: "Report to Comrade Minister, I have seen your portrait before, so I recognized you as soon as I met."

Khrulev smiled at the major, and asked amiably: "Do you know where the commander of the fleet is General Yumashev?"

"Of course I know, Comrade Minister." Hearing Khrulev's question, the major returned to normal immediately. He turned his side to the direction of the building in a pleased gesture, and then said: "Please let me lead the way for you."

"Then what are you doing standing here?" Khrulev smiled and patted the major on the back, and at the same time ordered him: "Lead the way for us in front."

When we walked into the building, walked through the hall, and walked up the wide and luxurious stairs, we met some soldiers from time to time. When they saw us, the reaction they made was to immediately raise their hands to salute, and put their bodies against the wall or stairs to make way for us.

When we arrived at the fleet commander’s office, a burly middle-aged round-faced general greeted him and hugged Khrulev directly, saying: "Hello, dear Andrei Vasilyevich, you are welcome to visit my headquarters."

Khrulev also smiled and said jokingly: "Dear Ivan Stepanovich, if you say this, can I understand that in the near future, you are planning to ask me for a batch of supplies? For the Pacific Fleet?"

The two talked and laughed for a while before they separated~www.NovelMTL.com~ Khrulev pointed at me and said to Yumashev: "I'll introduce you, this is General Oshanina, she is with me Come back from the United States." After finishing speaking, he pointed to Yumashev and said to me, "This is Lieutenant General Yumashev, commander of the Pacific Fleet."

Although the opponent’s rank is the same as mine, his qualifications are much older than mine, and he has served in all the Red Navy fleets in turns, which deserves my admiration even more. So when Khrulev finished the introduction, I raised my hand to salute him and said politely: "Hello, Comrade Commander!"

"Hello, General Oshanina." After paying me a gift, he offered to extend his hand to me to shake my hand.

After we finished shaking hands, Khrulev said to Yumashev: "General Yumashev, I hope you can send me a telegram to the Supreme Command as soon as possible to report to Comrade Stalin that we are on the way back. I was ambushed by a Japanese plane."

"No problem, I will do this immediately." Yumashev said as he walked to the table and rang a bell on the table. Soon the door was opened, and an officer stood straight in the doorway. Yumashev nodded to Khrulev, walked quickly to the officer's side, and whispered to him. (To be continued.)