Burning Moscow

　　 When the assassin fell to the ground, the commanders standing near him woke up like a dream. Several people swarmed up and rushed directly to the assassin who fell on the mud. The two guards responsible for protecting Zhukov's safety also rushed past me with guns in hand.

Seeing the gun in the assassin's hand, when he fell down, he did not know where he flew, and at this moment, he was pressed on the ground by three or four large soldiers and couldn't move at all. Seeing that the assassin could no longer pose a threat to Zhukov, I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and turned around to ask if Zhukov was frightened.

Turning around, I saw Zhukov and Sokolovsky getting up from the ground covered in mud. Zhukov looked at his army coat, then at Sokolovsky, and couldn't help but smile and said, "Chief of Staff, look, how embarrassed we are now." He turned to face. As the assassin walked over, he murmured again, "By the way, Comrade Chief of Staff, you should lose weight. When you just threw me to the ground, I felt like a bear was pressing down on my body."

Zhukov's humor made me laugh dumbly. When Zhukov passed by me, he raised his hand and patted my shoulder, and said in a low voice: "Lida, thank you!"

After Zhukov passed by me, Sokolovsky also came over, and he said to me with a little embarrassment: "Comrade Oshanina, I used to see you tie your belt on the outside of your army coat. Wearing a pistol is very awkward and feels like you are superfluous. After all, like our current level, there is almost no opportunity to use weapons, so it does not matter whether or not to wear weapons. But today, I admit that I was wrong, if not Your vigilance is high, and it is estimated that Comrade Marshal will be in danger today."

Just when Sokolovsky was talking to me, Zhukov was already at the place where the assassin fell to the ground. After staring at the other person for a while, he ordered the soldier who suppressed the assassin: "Alright, let him stand up."

Hearing Zhukov's order, several soldiers lifted the assassin from the ground. Although the assassin's military uniform on the right was soaked in blood, the soldiers were worried that he would pose a threat to Zhukov, so they twisted his hands behind them.

After Zhukov carried his hands back and looked up and down the assassin, he asked coldly: "Let's go, who sent you here?"

Although the assassin was sweating profusely with pain, he gritted his teeth and said nothing. Hearing Zhukov's question, he snorted contemptuously and turned his head to the side, ignoring Zhukov who was standing in front of him.

"You are deaf." Seeing the assassin's arrogant appearance, a guard next to him punched his injured right shoulder with his fist. The pain caused the other party to grunt, tears and nasal mucus left.

"Okay, don't hurt him anymore." Zhukov waved his hand at the soldier and ordered: "Send him to the secret service and let the comrades of the Ministry of Internal Affairs interrogate him."

After the assassin was taken away, Sokolovsky asked Zhukov in a low voice: "Comrade Marshal, do I need to report this matter to the Supreme Command?"

Zhukov gave him a strange look, then shook his head and said decisively: "No need."

"Do I need to participate in the interrogation in person?" Seeing Zhukov vetoed his proposal, Sokolovsky asked tentatively: "That way we can know who sent someone to assassinate you in the first place. "

"It's not necessary." After Zhukov said something impatiently, he cast his eyes on me and said in a commanding tone: "Go, let's go back to the headquarters."

On the way, I suddenly remembered that before I found the assassin, Sokolovsky hurried to find Zhukov and gave him a telegram, not knowing what important things were. In order to satisfy my curiosity, I took advantage of the speed of Zhukov walking ahead and asked Sokolovsky secretly: "Chief of Staff, I just seemed to see that you gave the Marshal a telegram. I don’t know what it says. What is it?"

"The telegram was sent by General Krasovsky." Since I am now the deputy commander of the front army, Sokolovsky did not conceal the slightest concealment after hearing my question, and reported to me truthfully: " Said that because of the unsatisfactory condition of the runway, one bomber failed during takeoff and all crew members were killed when the plane crashed."

I heard that there was a bomber crew member who died during takeoff. The muscles on my face couldn’t help but twitch violently. You must know that the air force was forced to dispatch in such a harsh environment, but it was my idea. Sacrifice is inseparable from me.

When he returned to the command post, Zhukov sat back at his desk, looked up at me who followed the door and asked: "Lida, the air force has an accident. I think the Chief of Staff has already told you about it."

"Yes, Comrade Marshal." I took two steps towards his desk, bowed my head and admitted my mistake: "It was all my misconsideration that led to this accident..."

"Don't blame yourself, it's not your fault." Zhukov didn't wait for me to finish, so he raised his hand to interrupt the words behind me, and said to himself: "The weather has been bad recently. It has either rained or snowed. The runway of our field airport is damaged. There are also cases where airplanes crash due to runway problems during take-off or landing."

As soon as Zhukov finished comforting me, the military commissar Krenyukov walked in from outside. He hurried to Zhukov’s front and said with a smile: "Comrade Marshal, I have something to ask you."

"What's the matter, Comrade Military Commissioner?" Zhukov asked politely, looking at him.

"It's like this. After the start of the campaign and offensive, our army successively occupied some of the prisoner-of-war camps established by the German army." Krainyukov said solemnly: "In these camps, our troops were held prisoners in various periods. Commander and fighter."

"How many people are there?" Zhukov asked lightly.

"The small camp has two to three hundred people. The larger one has two to three thousand. So far, the number of prisoners rescued by our army has reached more than 15,000." Krenyukov was cautious. Asked: "I want to ask you how to deal with these rescued prisoners of war?"

There were more than fifteen thousand prisoners of war, and I couldn't help feeling ecstatic when I heard the number Kreinyukov said. This was just about to fall asleep when someone delivered a pillow. As long as we replenish these prisoners of war into the army, most of the troops can be restored to combat effectiveness as soon as possible.

Zhukov may have noticed my abnormality, so he cast his eyes on me and asked: "Lida, what do you think we should do with these rescued prisoners of war?"

"I just need to say," I heard Zhukov's question, and I immediately replied: "After a long period of fighting, the troops of the front army have been attrition very serious. Now many companies have only 20 or 30 people left. If the prisoners of war rescued are re-entered into the troops after screening, the combat effectiveness of the troops will be improved in a very short time."

"Chief of Staff, what's your opinion?" Zhukov did not express his own views on this suggestion of mine, but asked Sokolovsky the same question.

"Comrade Marshal," Sokolovsky heard Zhukov’s question, with an awkward expression on his face. He glanced at me and said cautiously: "The Supreme Commander himself once said that we have no prisoners of war. There are only traitors to the motherland."

Sokolovsky’s words made me dumbfounded, and I secretly blamed myself for thinking about supplementing the troops with prisoners of war, but I did not forget the "famous saying" of Stalin.

"What about you, Comrade Kreinyukov." After consulting our opinions, Zhukov pushed the contradiction to the military commissar Kreinyukov: "What do you think?"

Seeing Zhukov’s approach of consulting everyone first when dealing with major issues, and then combining everyone’s opinions to make a final decision, I was deeply moved, and said that this is the real imperial technique, and I want to follow He learns more.

"Comrade Marshal," Kreinyukov's thoughts were obviously the same as Sokolovsky's. After repeating Stalin's "famous saying", he added: "I think these people have been affected by the Germans to varying degrees. People have been brainwashed, and if they are incorporated into the ranks, it will be a factor of instability, so I suggest sending them all to the Gulag concentration camp, where they can be re-educated."

When I heard Krainyukov's proposal, I couldn't help but worry about the fate of these rescued prisoners of war. You must know that the Gulag concentration camps are all in Siberia or the Arctic Circle. Let these soldiers who were tortured in the German prisoners of war camps travel thousands of kilometers to the concentration camps. I don't know how many people will die on the road.

Thinking of this, I summoned my tone and said to Zhukov: "Comrade Marshal, I do not agree with the military commissar’s statement. Now that the army is using personnel, we should incorporate these officers and fighters into the army to strengthen our army after a simple screening. strength."

"If they are double-minded, once they are incorporated into the army, then it is a factor of instability." After I finished speaking, Kreinyukov immediately retorted: "And there is a worst case, maybe these People will turn on the battlefield. Once this happens, what should we do?"

Zhukov frowned when he saw that Kreinyukov and I disagree. He stood up, walked back and forth in the room with his hands on his back, seeming to be thinking hard about what to do with the rescued prisoners of war.

"Comrade Marshal," Kreinyukov might be afraid that Zhukov would agree with me, and specially reminded him: "You must know that the prisoners of war we rescued are not just these 5,000 people. In Konev There were almost the same number of rescued prisoners of war as the Third Front, the total number was close to 50,000."

"What, there are 50,000 people?" When Zhukov heard this number, he couldn't help stopping and asked Kreinyukov in surprise: "Are there so many people?"

Kreinyukov nodded vigorously and replied earnestly: "Yes, Comrade Marshal, this is only a rough figure. According to my estimate, the actual number of prisoners of war should be more than 70,000. Because there are currently some camps of prisoners of war. The work of counting the number of people in China has not yet been completely finished."

If there were really only 15,000 people, maybe Zhukov could make a decision easily. At this moment, when Kreinyukov said there might be more than 70,000 prisoners of war, he became cautious. He stood there thinking for a long time, then walked back to the desk and sat down, looking at us, and said, "Comrades, have you ever thought that if all these 70,000 people are incorporated into our team, then we can Greatly alleviate the current shortage of troops. But if these people are escorted to the Gulag Concentration Camp, how many wagons and vehicles we need to deploy, and how many troops to escort."

As Zhukov’s old subordinates, whether it was Sokolovsky or Kreinyukov, if Zhukov’s off-picture voices were still not heard, the two would have been mixed for so many years. Sokolovsky hurriedly stepped forward and said: "Comrade Marshal, our army currently has a large shortage of soldiers. It is unrealistic to obtain supplements from superiors in the short term, so I think this group of rescued people will be rescued. It is very suitable for prisoners of war to be incorporated into our combat troops."

"That's right, Comrade Marshal." As soon as Sokolovsky finished speaking, Krenyukov quickly agreed: "These tens of thousands of fighters have been tortured in the German prisoner of war camp. If we include them The troops, in order to wash away the humiliation they received in the prisoner-of-war camp, they must be able to burst out superhuman combat effectiveness."

"Okay," Zhukov saw that the two lieutenants agreed with him. He couldn't help but smile. He looked at me ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and asked: "Lida, what about you, what do you have? Disagree?"

Although I understand that Zhukov is only asking casually, I still straighten my body and replied seriously: "Comrade Marshal, I think your decision is completely correct, and I resolutely obey your orders."

We just decided on the fate of the prisoners of war, and a staff officer came over and reported: "Report to Comrade Marshal, there is a special service commander outside, saying that there is an important thing to report to you."

"It should be the result of the interrogation." After Sokolovsky had said this to Zhukov, he turned and ordered the staff: "Please come in, the commander of the Secret Service."

After a while, a major from the Ministry of Internal Affairs, led by a staff officer, came to us. He raised his hand to salute us and said to Zhukov: "Comrade Marshal, we have asked the information we want to know from the captured assassin."

Zhukov asked slightly in surprise: "Is the interrogation completed so soon?"

"Yes, Comrade Marshal." The major replied respectfully: "According to the assassin's confession, he was a captain of the Southwest Front who was captured by the Germans at the Battle of Uman shortly after the outbreak of the war. We attacked Kiev last year. At that time, the German army singled out a group of Soviet haters from the prisoner-of-war camp. After a short period of training, they were dispatched to the area where the fighting was fierce, mixed with the contents of our army, and waited for the opportunity to carry out assassination and sabotage operations."

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