Burning Moscow

The attack of the Waffen-SS 2nd Corps from Kovov was blocked by our troops deployed to the west. Hubei’s tanks and the 1st Army Group, which fled into the mountainous area, also caught up with the 38th and 38th Army. The 40th and 60th Army, as well as the 27th Army of the Konev Ukrainian Second Army, fought hard.

　　 Seeing that the situation is very good, Zhukov is in a particularly good mood. So early on the 15th, he took me to the field airport in Krasovsky and took a transport plane to Kiev from here.

　　 Krasovsky saw Zhukov going to Kiev by plane. For his safety, he sent a group of fighter jets to **** him.

　　On the way to Kiev, Zhukov kept his eyes closed and rested. Considering that he has been too hard lately, and finally had time to sleep for a while, I did not disturb him, but looked outside through the porthole. Seeing our fighter jets appearing in my field of vision, I felt very at ease in my heart, saying that even if an enemy plane comes, the **** fleet will be enough to deal with them.

　　 An hour later, our plane landed at the airport north of Kiev. As soon as the plane stopped on the runway, a black GAZ car approached. After the door was opened, a middle-aged man in military uniform walked out from inside. He came to Zhukov and first reached out and said politely: "Hello, Comrade Zhukov, welcome to Kiev."

"Hello, Comrade Kaganovich." Zhukov asked strangely while shaking hands with the other party: "I remember that as a member of the National Defense Committee, you were in charge of national railway transportation in Kuibyshev. When did you come to Kiev? ?"

Kaganovich grinned, and then explained: “The Supreme Commander himself was worried that Comrade Khrushchev’s work was too busy, so he sent me to Kiev as his deputy to assist him in the post-war reconstruction of Ukraine. "

　　 "So it is." Zhukov nodded, let go of the other's hand, and continued to ask: "Comrade Kaganovich, I don't know where today's banquet will be held?"

Hearing Zhukov’s question, Kaganovich showed an awkward expression on his face. He replied with some embarrassment: "Comrade Marshal, I am coming to the airport today. Apart from welcoming you, there is a bad news to tell you. ."

　　 "Bad news?" Zhukov raised his eyebrows and asked with a serious expression, "What bad news?"

Kaganovich lowered his head and said with an expression of pain: "Comrade Marshal, General Vatutin died of his injuries in the hospital an hour ago. Comrade Khrushchev has rushed to the hospital. Today's birthday party has been cancelled. Up."

"How could this happen?" Zhukov was taken aback when he got the news, and then asked with a pained expression: "When I was talking to Khrushchev two days ago, he also said that Comrade Vatutin's injury was getting better, and it would take a few days. You can get out of bed and walk, how can you suddenly sacrifice?"

　　 "I don't know the specific situation." Kaganovich said awkwardly: "It seems to be heart failure caused by sepsis."

　　 "Where is Vatutin's body?" Zhukov quickly walked towards the GAZ without waiting for Kaganovich to finish, and at the same time said loudly: "Take me there now."

　　 I walked a few steps quickly, came to the side of the car, opened the rear door, then went around from the rear of the car to the other end of the car, and opened the door for Kaganovich again. After the two got in the car, I opened the front door and sat in the position of the co-pilot.

　　 On the way to the hospital, Zhukov and Kaganovich sitting in the back did not speak. I looked out of the car window bored and saw that Kiev was very different from the last time I came. After several months of cleaning and reconstruction, although buildings that were destroyed in half can still be seen on both sides of the street, the mess of masonry and rubble has been cleaned up, and the pedestrians on the sidewalk are no longer there. A frowning expression hurriedly. In shops that are open for business, in addition to bakeries and daily necessities stores, you can even see the bustling crowd at the door of shops and clothing stores.

　　 Our car came to the entrance of the hospital, and the sentry on duty immediately lifted the bar across the entrance, allowing the GAZ car to drive smoothly into the hospital.

　　 After getting out of the car, Zhukov turned his head and asked Kaganovich: "Where is Vatutin's body?"

　　 "It should be in the morgue," Kaganovic said in an uncertain tone: "People who have died will be sent there first. After finishing the disguise, they will be put in coffins and sent to the cemetery for burial."

　　 Zhukov waited for Kaganovich to finish, and immediately said in an irrefutable tone: "Hurry up and take me there!"

　　 Under the leadership of Kaganovich, Zhukov and I bypassed the hospital building along the forest trail and came to the outside of a separate two-story building at the back. There were a few soldiers standing guard at the door. They were about to stop when they saw someone coming, but they found that Kaganovich was walking in the front, so they stood up straight, straightened their backs, and paid attention to us.

　　 After entering the building, the brightly lit corridor was full of people. There were medical staff in white coats and uniformed soldiers. They all turned their backs to us and looked towards a room with an open door at the end of the corridor. The way was blocked, Kaganovich quickly raised his voice and said: "Everyone, please give in and let Marshal Zhukov pass."

　　 Hearing Zhukov's arrival, the crowd who had been blocking the front suddenly flashed aside and gave way to us. As we passed through the crowd, from the corner of my eye I saw people on both sides cast awe at Zhukov.

　　When we came to the door of the Tingshijian, Khrushchev, who heard the movement, came out to greet us. When he shook hands with Zhukov, there was still an expression of pain on his face. It seemed that he was still sad about Vatutin's death. After all, the two had been partners for a period of time.

　　 "Come in, Comrade Zhukov." Khrushchev turned his body to the side and made a gesture of inviting, and then said, "Comrade Voroshilov is also inside."

"Voroshilov is also here?" Zhukov was about to walk inside, when he heard Khrushchev say this, he couldn't help but stop, and asked somewhat unexpectedly: "Why is he here?" He The meaning of is obvious. Vatutin has just passed away, and even if Moscow gets the news in time, it is impossible to reach Kiev in such a short time.

　　 But Khrushchev's next words relieved both of us: "Voroshilov is here to honor me."

"Comrade Zhukov, you are here!" As soon as we walked into the morgue, Voroshilov walked over to shake hands with Zhukov, and said in a regretful tone: "This is really unexpected. Comrade Stalin sent me. Come to honor Comrade Khrushchev, visit Vatutin by the way, and ask him when he can return to the army, but he didn't expect him." At this point, he choked so much that he couldn't continue.

　　 I saw Vatutin, who was wearing a brand-new general uniform, lying on the concrete platform in the middle of the room, looking very peaceful, as if he had not died but just fell asleep. Zhukov walked to him, took off the military cap on his head, and bowed to Vatutin's body. I quickly followed suit and took off my military cap and bowed in salute.

　　 After Zhukov put on his military cap again, he asked Khrushchev, "I don't know where he will be buried?"

Khrushchev did not immediately answer Zhukov’s question. Instead, he pointed to a gray-haired old lady standing next to us and said to us: “This is Comrade Vatutin’s mother, Vera Ivermovna. This brave Russian woman was notified of the sacrifices of her two sons in February and March of this year. Now, Comrade Vatutin is the third, she is a woman who has lost three consecutively within three months. The child’s mother."

I walked over and gently took the shoulders of the old man who was crying quietly, trying to persuade me, but I didn’t know how to speak. I only heard her muttering to herself: "You are dead, I His son died for the lives of others, and they will never forget you, my child, my dear Falcon"

　　 "Comrade Khrushchev," Zhukov asked Khrushchev solemnly: "Is the news of Comrade Vatutin's sacrifice reported to Moscow?"

"Yes, Comrade Zhukov." Seeing that Khrushchev was a little distracted, Voroshilov didn't seem to hear Zhukov’s question~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and quickly replied: "Comrade Stalin has made a decision. Vatutin was buried in Kiev. At the moment of his burial, Moscow will fire salutes in mourning."

Hearing what Voroshilov said, Khrushchev raised his hand and touched the tears on his face, walked to Vatutin's mother, grabbed her hands, and said in a choked voice: "Ivermov Aunt Na, I will personally choose the cemetery later. When Comrade Vatutin is buried tomorrow, I will go to the funeral myself."

　　 The old lady looked up at Khrushchev and said hesitantly: "But Vatutin's wife, I hope to bury her husband and my son in Moscow. Is it appropriate for you to bury him in Kiev?"

　　 "Appropriate!" Khrushchev said categorically: "Comrade Vatutin is the liberator of liberation. He should be buried in Kiev, so that our future generations will always remember the great achievements he made."

　　 "When will the funeral be held?" Zhukov waited for Khrushchev to finish, and immediately asked: "Tomorrow morning or afternoon?"

　　 "The preliminary time set is nine o'clock tomorrow morning." Khrushchev asked rhetorically, "Comrade Zhukov, will you go to his funeral in person?"

　　 "Yes, Comrade Khrushchev." Zhukov nodded and said affirmatively: "Vatutin is my comrade-in-arms, and it is incumbent to bury him."

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