Burning Moscow

When I was sitting on a special plane to Seattle provided by the United States, I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes and thought about why Stalin urged us to return home.

The Rebarko Department currently besieged in Kiev is in a precarious position. If the Supreme Command wants to rescue the defenders from danger, they must provide them with air cover, necessary combat materials, and a large number of reinforcements.

Stalin recruited Khrulev to go back, but it made sense. After all, he was the head of the logistics department, and it was really impossible to supply Kiev without him. And why I was told to return with me, which made me puzzled. To provide the defenders with air support and supplies, you can find the Deputy People’s Commissar of National Defense and the Chief of the Air Force Novikov; and for ground reinforcements, Rokosovsky’s Central Front is sufficient.

I was worried and Khrulev noticed it, but when I was on the plane, it was probably because there were too many people on the left and right. He didn’t say anything. He just followed my appearance and leaned back in the chair. Close your eyes and rest your mind.

After five or six hours of flying, the plane landed at a military airport in Seattle. When the plane was refueling, Khrulev and I did not stay in the cabin, but got off the plane to move our hands and feet. Seeing that the staff accompanying us were some distance away from us and could not hear our conversation clearly, Khrulev suddenly asked: "Oshanina, I think you are always thinking about you along the way, yes. Are you still worried about being rushed back to your country?"

Hearing Khrulev's question, I nodded and told Khrulev without concealment what I was thinking about on the road. Finally, I asked him incomprehensibly: "...Comrade Minister, I really can’t think of a reason to call me back. Can you analyze it for me?"

For this issue that I am worried about. Khrulev seemed to have thought about it for a long time. Hearing my question, he said slowly: "Oshanina. To be honest, when I first saw the telegram, I felt quite puzzled. Just like you. As analyzed just now, I will be responsible for providing logistical supplies to the defenders; for air support and transportation, there will be Air Force Commander Novikov in command; troops must be sent from the ground for reinforcements and assembled in Kursk’s central front. Can accomplish such a mission.

However, based on what I know about the Supreme Commander himself, he will never give a meaningless order. There must be deeper considerations. After repeated thinking, I finally figured out why the Supreme Commander gave this order. "

I heard Khrulev say that he knew why Stalin wanted me to return home. I can’t wait to ask immediately: "Comrade Minister, since you know the reason, please tell us. You don’t want me to be depressed by thinking about this issue in the next few days, right?"

Khrulev pointed at me with a imaginary hand, and said with a smile: "Oshanina, you are also a general, how can you still act like a little girl!"

"Aegyo?" When I heard him use this word to evaluate me, I was taken aback, and my heart said that even if I just spoke a little softer, there is still a big difference from being a baby. When I want to speak for myself. But he heard him say sternly: "Oshanina, I can tell you responsibly, this time I will call you back. It may have something to do with Kiev's imminent fall."

"Even if I go back, will it be of any use?" I asked inexplicably.

My answer made Khrulev a little bit dumbfounded. He smiled bitterly and shook his head and said: "Oshanina, maybe it is because the superiors think that the current unfavorable situation has appeared because of the improper tactics used by General Rebarko. If you send it over, it may be another scene."

Khrulev talked about tactics, and my mind was like playing a movie, and many scenes emerged: hundreds of our military commanders and fighters. Lined up in a dense formation, rushing toward the enemy's position along the narrow streets. The other side of the street. The German soldiers hiding in the fortifications used machine guns, submachine guns, rifles, and even pistols in their hands. Shoot frantically at the dense crowd on the street.

Most of the commanders and fighters even fired a single shot and fell down. But before they were given the order to stop the attack, they rushed forward one after another, and continued to fall to the enemy one after another. Under intense firepower. When everything was calm again, the corpses of our commanders and fighters spread across the entire street, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood and gunpowder smoke.

"Oshanina, what are you thinking?" Khrulev's voice interrupted my contemplation. He may have looked at my face not very well, and asked with concern: "Your face is ugly, isn't it? It’s uncomfortable, or else, you should go back to the cabin and rest for a while?"

"No need," I hurriedly shook my hands and said: "Comrade Minister, I'm fine. I just think of the scene of the fierce battle in Kiev. It's a bit distracted." After that, I turned my head and looked around and saw the entourage. They were all seven or eight meters away, and should not have heard our conversation, they lowered their voice and continued to ask Khrulev: "Do you know the specifics of Kiev?"

I thought Khrulev would tell me some inside information, but he shook his head and said decisively: "I'm sorry, Oshanina, although I also want to provide you with some useful information so that you can analyze it. .But a pity, I know as much as you, knowing that the German army has invaded Kiev, and our troops are still fighting the enemy tenaciously in the city. The Supreme Command is studying what should be done. Measures to help the troops besieged in the city to prevent Kiev from falling again."

At this moment, a pilot in the distance shouted loudly: "Comrade commanders, the plane has been refueled and is ready to take off."

Khrulev turned his head to look at the pilot in the distance, then turned to me and said, "Okay, Oshanina, let's go back to the cabin first. If there is anything, we will talk about it when we get to Alaska."

"Okay." I agreed briefly, and followed him to the plane.

In a hurry, after our plane landed at the military airport in Alaska, it only refueled and took off again. Not long after the flight, I suddenly noticed two fighter planes appeared outside our plane, which immediately shocked me in a cold sweat. After I saw the U.S. Air Force mark on the plane, I breathed a sigh of relief. I pointed to the friendly fighters outside and said to Khrulev with lingering fear: "Comrade Minister, look at the outside, the US allies actually sent us two fighters to **** us."

After taking a look outside, Khrulev said casually: "They are worried that there will be fighters from the Japanese country on this route, so they will send fighters to **** them. But I think the Americans are making a fuss. Very far away, their wooden planes can't fly here."

I looked outside and felt that Khrulev made a lot of sense. We took this route when we came. There was no fighter jet escort, and nothing happened. How could it be so unlucky, but we encountered it when we went back. Where's the plane of the Wa country? But since the U.S. Air Force has sent **** fighters, we can't help others' kindness, so let them go. Thinking of this, I also followed Khrulev's back to my chair and began to close my eyes and relax.

I didn’t know how long I slept. Suddenly, I felt the plane bumping up violently. I opened my eyes suddenly and found that Khrulev was also awake early. He was calling an entourage to ask the pilot to go to the cockpit what's going on.

After the entourage had just walked a few steps, a pilot hurried over from the cockpit. When he came to Khrulev, he said nervously: "Comrade Minister, our plane was intercepted by a Japanese plane."

When I heard the pilot say that our plane was intercepted by a Japanese aircraft, my brain slammed, and my heart said: "What is going on? How do the Japanese pirates know how long our aircraft is going to pass, and they sent fighter planes to intercept us. What?"

Obviously Khrulev was much calmer than me. He only glanced out the window, and then ordered the pilot: "Immediately contact the fighter planes of the U.S. Army and let them intercept the fighter planes of the Wa country...."

The pilot didn't wait for him to finish, and then interjected: "Comrade Minister, the U.S. aircraft is fighting against the Japanese aircraft. We plan to lower the altitude, quickly leave this airspace, and move closer to our military base in the Far East."

"Comrade pilot, you go back to the cockpit and get in touch with the Pacific Fleet." Khrulev calmly continued to tell the pilot: "Let the navy dispatch fighter planes to reinforce immediately."

"Yes, Comrade Minister, I'll get in touch with the fleet right away." The pilot replied loudly, then turned and walked towards the cockpit.

When the pilot left, I discovered that Khrulev's hand on the armrest of the seat was trembling slightly, and I immediately realized that his calmness just now was just trying to put it out. But this is also understandable ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ As the highest-ranking commander on the entire plane, if he is also panicked, everyone is bound to panic.

I looked out the window and saw two escorting fighters fighting in the air with four or five enemy planes. The bullets and cannonballs fired by the aircraft drew a dazzling light outside the window. Seeing this situation, I couldn’t help being confused. If we were attacked by the enemy on land, we still have room to fight back, but at the moment in the sealed cabin, we can only surrender our own destiny to heaven to decide. Up.

The pilot ran out of the cockpit again, stumbled to Khrulev, and reported to him loudly: "Comrade Minister, I have contacted the Fleet Command, and they will immediately send fighter jets to support. "

"How long will it take?" Khrulev asked blankly.

"Ten minutes, Comrade Minister." The pilot yelled, "It will take at least ten minutes for the Navy's aircraft to reach our area from take-off."

For ten minutes, when I heard the pilot say this, my heart trembled. An air battle usually ends in a few minutes. Maybe our navy plane arrived. Our unarmed passenger plane was shot down by a Japanese plane. (To be continued.)