Burning Moscow

Bezikov frowned and thought for a while, then nodded and said, "Comrade Commander, I think General Biele’s suggestion is good. (Pinyin of biqiwu) Even if we have conducted intensive shelling on the German positions, Many fortifications will survive. Once we launch an offensive, the firepower points in these fortifications will be resurrected, causing great casualties to our offensive troops. With the cooperation of the tank army, then our tanks can The firepower exposed by the enemy was destroyed one by one."

"Since the chief of staff thinks this plan is feasible, let's do it." I looked at Bie Lei and said, "Place a tank brigade in the east and north of the city, and the remaining one will be used as a reserve team for emergencies. .Understand?"

"Understood!" After Bie Lei replied loudly, he sat in his seat again.

"By the way, Comrade Commander." Just as Bere sat down, Povsky asked me as if he had discovered the new world: "Where is Comrade Deputy Commander going? Isn't he with you?"

"That's it, General Povsky." Kirilov replied instead of me: "In order to prevent us from being attacked by German troops from the north when we were attacking Moziri, Comrade Kistyakov went to the north temporarily. To command the five divisions of the 11th Army deployed there."

Seeing that all the tasks that should be explained have been explained, I stood up and said to everyone: "Well, today’s meeting will end here. Next, Major General Tavartkilasze will go to the 23rd Army of the North Guards to establish command. General Sivakov will set up your headquarters in the defensive zone of the 22nd Guards Corps in the east of the city. In tomorrow’s battle, all combat commands will be sent directly to your military headquarters. Then you will communicate the order to the divisions..."

Before I spoke, I suddenly heard someone asking loudly: "Where is General Oshanina?"

Hearing someone calling me for an order, I hurriedly stopped, turned my head and looked in the direction of the sound, and saw a dozen commanders and soldiers standing at the entrance of the church hall. Everyone in the command center heard the shout. Whether it was a staff officer or a communications officer, they all turned their attention to the door, and the whole hall suddenly became quiet.

"I'm here!" I said loudly to the commanders standing at the entrance, "I don't know who is looking for me?"

Hearing my answer, the group of commanders strode towards me immediately and stopped just a few steps away from me. A tall officer walked out of the crowd, came to me, smiled and stretched out his hand to me, and said, "Hello, General Oshanina!"

I quickly reached out and took his outstretched hand, and politely responded: "Hello, Comrade Commander."

As soon as my voice fell, there was a bang behind me, as if someone broke the teacup. I instinctively turned my head to look back, but unexpectedly found that the person who broke the cup was not someone else, but Kirilov. At this moment, he was bending over and hurriedly cleaning up the broken glass on the ground. Seeing this situation, I couldn't help but frown slightly, and said to my heart that Kirilov is usually a particularly stable person. What happened today?

After the other party let go of my hand, he looked at the group of commanders standing at the table and asked: "Are you in a meeting?"

"Yes, Comrade Serov." Before I could speak, Kirilov's voice came from behind, "We are calling a combat meeting!"

I know from Kirillov’s name for the incoming person that this must be someone he knows, but I don’t know why, I heard his voice change a little bit, seemingly with a hint of fear. But I know this is not the time to ask him questions, so I can only remain silent and watch the changes.

Hearing someone calling his name, the commander was stunned for a moment, and when he saw what he said, a smile appeared on his face: "It turned out to be Comrade Kirilov. I didn't expect to see him here. To you."

"I am a military commissioner of the group army. It is normal for you to see me here." After Kirilov said this sentence without arrogance, he began to introduce me to the identity of the other party: "Lida, I will introduce you to you. Come on. This is Comrade Ivan Alexandrovich Serov. In the first half of today, he was awarded the rank of second-level national security political commissar and is the first deputy people’s commissar of the Ministry of the Interior."

After listening to Kirilov’s introduction, I couldn’t help taking a breath. I thought that this person might be from the front army headquarters, at best, a deputy commander or military commissar, but I didn’t expect his background to be this way. Big. The first deputy people’s committee of the Ministry of Internal Affairs is equivalent to Beria’s deputy and second-in-command of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. This kind of person should not be offended casually, otherwise not only will the future be worrying, but even life will be in danger. I now finally understand why Kirilov behaved so gaffes.

"Comrade Oshanina," Serov looked at me and asked politely, "I'm here, doesn't it affect you?"

"No influence, no influence." I quickly replied respectfully: "Our meeting is over, and we are about to adjourn." After finishing speaking, I did not wait for him to say anything, so I ordered several commanders at the table, " Well, you immediately return to your respective troops and prepare for battle."

"Yes!" Several commanders agreed neatly, and they walked around the table, walked through the hall, and left the church.

"Comrade Deputy People's Committee," I asked Serov respectfully after sitting down, "Is there anything important for you to come to us today?"

Serov waved to the highly guarded commanders with guns and live ammunition standing behind him. When those people saw his gesture, they immediately turned around and walked out through the hall with the neatly organized troops, leaving only one lieutenant colonel standing still. In situ, it seemed that he might be a character like his adjutant.

Serov said to me: "Comrade Oshanina, let me first explain my current position. I am the plenipotentiary representative of the Ministry of Internal Affairs in the Belarusian Front. I am entrusted by Comrade Stalin to supervise your attack on Moziri tomorrow. The execution of combat operations."

Hearing Serov's words, I couldn't help but feel dumbfounded. I thought that a little-known little battle like Moziri-Kalinkovich would not attract the attention of big people at all, but now I find that the actual situation is very different from what I thought. Stalin even took the internal affairs The second in command of the Ministry has been sent. If the offense goes well, then it goes without saying; if the offense fails, I wonder if he will directly order my dismissal?

Thinking of this, I felt my scalp numb, and a chill came from my back, and the chill spread rapidly, and soon surrounded my whole body. I sat in a daze without saying a word, so that Serov even called me twice, but I didn't hear it. It was Kirilov who yanked my sleeves vigorously that awakened me from contemplation.

Seeing me staring at him blankly, Kirilov quickly said to me in a low voice: "Lida, Comrade Serov has something to say to you."

I quickly turned my head to look at Serov, and after squeezing a smile on my face, I asked: "Comrade Deputy People's Committee, do you have any suggestions?"

"I can't tell you," Serov said politely, "I just want to know your plan for tomorrow, so that I can know it well."

"No problem, no problem, I will introduce it to you." I heard that he just wanted to understand the operational deployment, and quickly introduced the plan he made in detail, and finally said: "For the convenience of command, the battle will start tomorrow. Before, General Belov would also rush here and go to command with me."

"I understand." After Serov finished speaking, he raised his hand and looked at his watch, and then asked me: "Comrade Oshanina, do you have a place to rest here? I drove a day and a night and wanted to find a place to sleep. For a while."

"Some and some, there are a lot of dormitories in the basement, where you can rest." After I finished speaking, without waiting for Serov to say anything, I quickly told Bezikov: "Chief of Staff, please bring the Deputy People’s Commissar and His subordinates go to the basement."

Bezikov nodded, then stood up, walked to Serov's side and made a please gesture, and said politely: "Comrade Deputy People's Committee, please come with me!"

Serov said to me: "Well, Comrade Oshaninna, then we will see you tomorrow morning." After speaking, he got up and took his adjutant and followed Bezikov to the basement.

After a few people walked away, I turned my head and looked at Kirilov, and found that his forehead was covered with cold sweat. I couldn't help asking with concern: "Comrade Military Commissioner, what's the matter with you, why is there sweat on his forehead? "

Kirilov raised his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeves, and then asked me with a wry smile: "Lida, have you heard of Serov before?"

Speaking of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, the first thing I thought of was Beria, and this Serov was concealed by his light, and it was normal to not be known to me. I answered honestly: "No, Comrade Military Commissioner, I have never heard of him."

"Since there are only two of us here, I will tell you about him." Without seeing how I reacted, Kirilov said to himself: "Serov turned out to be a soldier. After graduating from the Frunze Military Academy, he was not assigned to the army, but to the People’s Committee of Internal and External Affairs. There, he received the respect of Beria, and he has been on the same footing ever since. After leaving the army, he first became the Ministry of Internal Affairs. The head of the Civil Police Headquarters was soon transferred to Ukraine and became a member of Ukrainian internal and external personnel.

In Kiev, he and Khrushchev established a close relationship. Soon, he became friends with Zhukov, the newly appointed commander of the Kiev Special Military Region.

Two weeks after he was transferred to Kiev, our country declared war on Poland and incorporated Western Ukraine into the territory of the Soviet Union. He was responsible for leading the Ministry of Internal Affairs to eliminate anti-Soviet elements in the newly-built states. "

Thinking of this, I felt my scalp numb, and a chill came from my back, and the chill spread rapidly, and soon surrounded my whole body. I sat in a daze without saying a word, so that Serov even called me twice, but I didn't hear it. It was Kirilov who yanked my sleeves vigorously that awakened me from contemplation.

Seeing me staring at him blankly, Kirilov quickly said to me in a low voice: "Lida, Comrade Serov has something to say to you."

I quickly turned my head and looked at Serov, squeezing a smile on my face, and asked: "Comrade Deputy People's Committee, do you have any suggestions?"

"I can't tell you," Serov said politely, "I just want to know your plan for tomorrow, so that I can know it well."

"No problem, no problem, I will introduce it to you." I heard that he just wanted to understand the operational deployment, and quickly introduced the plan he made in detail, and finally said: "For the convenience of command, the battle will start tomorrow. Before, General Belov would also rush here and go to command with me."

"I understand." After Serov finished speaking, he raised his hand and looked at his watch, and then asked me: "Comrade Oshanina, do you have a place to rest here? I drove a day and a night and wanted to find a place to sleep. For a while."

"Some and some, there are a lot of dormitories in the basement, where you can rest." After I finished speaking, without waiting for Serov to say anything, I quickly told Bezikov: "Chief of Staff, please bring the Deputy People’s Commissar and His subordinates go to the basement."

Bezikov nodded, then stood up, walked to Serov's side and made a please gesture, and said politely: "Comrade Deputy People's Committee, please come with me!"

Serov said to me: "Well, Comrade Oshaninna, then we will see you tomorrow morning." After speaking, he got up and took his adjutant and followed Bezikov to the basement.

After a few people walked away, I turned my head and looked at Kirilov, and found that his forehead was covered with cold sweat. I couldn't help asking with concern: "Comrade Military Commissioner, what's the matter with you, why is there sweat on his forehead? "

Kirilov raised his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and then asked me with a wry smile: "Lida, have you heard of Serov before?"

Speaking of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, the first thing I thought of was Beria, and this Serov was concealed by his light, and it was normal to not be known to me. I answered honestly: "No, Comrade Military Commissioner, I have never heard of him."

"Since there are only two of us here, I will tell you about him." Without seeing how I reacted, Kirilov said to himself: "Serov turned out to be a soldier. After graduating from the Frunze Military Academy, he was not assigned to the army, but to the People’s Committee of Internal and External Affairs. There, he received the respect of Beria, and he has been on the same footing ever since. After leaving the army, he first became the Ministry of Internal Affairs. The head of the Civil Police Headquarters was soon transferred to Ukraine and became a member of Ukrainian internal and external personnel.

In Kiev, he and Khrushchev established a close relationship. Soon, he became friends with Zhukov, the newly appointed commander of the Kiev Special Military Region.

Two weeks after he was transferred to Kiev, our country declared war on Poland and incorporated Western Ukraine into the territory of the Soviet Union. He was responsible for leading the Ministry of Internal Affairs to eliminate anti-Soviet elements in the newly-built states. To be continued.)