Burning Moscow

Before our party left the hospital, Khrushchev called a staff member wearing glasses and said: "When the coffin arrives, immediately put Comrade Vatutin's body in an mortuary, and then send it to the Hagia Sophia. , For our soldiers and the residents of the city to pay their respects. Understand?"

"Understood, Comrade Khrushchev." The staff member bowed slightly and replied respectfully, "I will follow your order."

Khrushchev nodded, then turned around and said to us: "Okay, let's go, and all go to my office to do it."

Walking into Khrushchev’s office, I found that the decoration style here is exactly the same as that of Stalin’s office, except for a desk, which can accommodate more than a dozen long conference tables.

Khrushchev greeted me, Zhukov and Voroshilov and sat down at the table and said: "Comrades, Vatutin is our close comrade in arms, and his farewell to us is sad..."

"Wait a minute, Comrade Khrushchev." Before he could finish speaking, Voroshilov, who was sitting on his left hand, interrupted what was behind him and asked his own question: "As far as I know, When General Vatutin was ambushed, he was only shot in the leg and wounded. The situation has improved a lot some time ago. Why did he suddenly die?"

"Marshal Voroshilov," Khrushchev said while looking at the veteran marshal, "According to the doctor's report, Comrade Vatutin caused sepsis due to his injury, and his organs were deprived of oxygen for a long time. Lead to functional failure..."

"Come on, put away your idiots." Voroshilov interrupted Khrushchev impatiently again. "Vatutin is a senior commander, and the medical conditions he enjoys are better than ordinary The officers and soldiers of the army are so much better, how can such a tragedy still occur?" He said here, paused for a moment, suddenly his eyes widened, and added in a stern tone, "I think the medical staff he is treating have The problem, maybe it was a spy sent by the Germans to murder high-ranking generals in our army."

When I heard Voroshilov say this, I couldn’t help but chuckle. It seems to me that Vatutin was seriously injured. The doctor certainly has a certain responsibility, but under the current medical conditions, if it is really because of a wound infection The death caused by the doctor would be too weak, but if the matter is linked to the German spy, the nature will be completely changed.

I glanced at Zhukov who was sitting next to him secretly, trying to see something on his face. But Zhukov sat on the chair without saying a word, his eyelids drooped, and stared at the table in front of him, as if there was something interesting there that attracted him. Seeing Zhukov put on a posture of staying out of the matter, I also kept silent wittily, so as not to accidentally get angry.

"Comrade Voroshilov," Khrushchev replied with a solemn expression: "I have sent someone from the Ministry of Internal Affairs to take the doctors and nurses who are in charge of treating Comrade Vatutin to investigate. I believe they should have gotten it. It's a conclusion." After speaking, he got up and walked to the desk, reached out and pressed a button on the desk.

The door of the office was quickly opened silently from the outside, and a young man in military civilian clothes stood at the door like a telephone pole, quietly waiting for Khrushchev's instructions.

Khrushchev raised his hand and pointed at him and said: "You go and inform the comrades in the Ministry of Internal Affairs that I am here waiting for their investigation report, and ask their person in charge to report it immediately." The young man nodded, and then Turned around and walked out of the room, and closed the door easily.

After the young people left, Khrushchev walked back to the conference table and sat down again, and said to us, "My secretary has already notified the comrades in the Ministry of Internal Affairs. I believe someone will report the specific situation to us soon. ."

Waiting for the efforts of the members of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, Voroshilov asked Zhukov across the table: "Comrade Zhukov, as far as I know, Hubei’s tank 1st Army has been trapped in your Ukrainian First Army for a long time. Do you know when you can wipe out these enemies?"

"If nothing happens, we can wipe out this German army in two to three days." Zhukov asked Voroshilov's question curiously: "Comrade Marshal, you Ask what is this?"

Zhukov asked this because although Voroshilov is a member of the Supreme Command, he currently does not have a specific position, but a role playing soy sauce. He can only stay in the office every day to read the reports from all aspects of the army. The battle report is not qualified to intervene in the combat deployment of the troops.

When Voroshilov heard Zhukov’s question, he apparently found himself asking questions that shouldn’t be asked. He blushed and explained: "Comrade Zhukov, you know, today I was instructed by the Supreme Commander himself. When Kiev came to honor Comrade Khrushchev, he happened to see that you were here, so by the way, I would like to take a look at the battle situation there."

Zhukov said with a flat expression: "Comrade Marshal, I will report all kinds of battle reports to the Supreme Command in time. You should be able to see what you want in your office."

The Ministry of Internal Affairs came from a tall middle-aged man with a thin face wearing a gray woolen trench coat. He walked in front of Khrushchev, bent slightly, and then said: "Comrade Khrushchev, the results of the interrogation have come out."

"Since the interrogation has come to fruition," Khrushchev said blankly, looking at the middle-aged man standing in front of him, "Comrade Penferov, then start reporting."

Panferov's eyes swept across us one by one, and finally stayed on me. A slightly surprised expression appeared on his face, and then he returned to normal. He politely said to Khrushchev: "Comrade Khrushchev, since this matter is confidential, you see if you let unrelated personnel avoid it. ?"

"Avoid irrelevant personnel?" Khrushchev sneered upon hearing Panferov's words. "Who do you think is an irrelevant person here?" He said, pointing at us with his hand, "Do you think Marshal Zhukov Is it an unrelated person, or is Marshal Voroshilov an unrelated person?"

Khrushchev’s words have the power to pull hatred. As soon as he finished speaking, I found that Voroshilov, who was sitting opposite me, looked at Panferov and his eyes became severe.

"No, it's not like that, Comrade Khrushchev, you are completely misunderstood." Panferov quickly pointed his finger at me and defended himself: "I want to ask this female commander to go out temporarily, her level Probably not enough."

"Her level is not enough." Khrushchev laughed angrily at the words of the middle-aged man. He first looked at Zhukov and said: "Our comrade Panferov actually said that Lida's level is not enough." Turning his head to Voroshilov's side, he continued to laugh and jokingly said, "He actually thinks that Lida's level is not enough and he is not qualified to sit here and listen to the investigation report on the cause of the death of General Vatutin?"

"Comrade Panferov," Zhukov turned halfway, put an arm on the back of the chair, looked at Panferov and said: "Since you are a member of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, don't you know that she is only Stalin The commander trusted by the comrades, who has also been authorized by Beria, can directly mobilize the troops and related personnel of your Ministry of Internal Affairs?"

Zhukov's words made Panferov suddenly become awkward, and his gaze at me hurriedly brought a faint smile. He raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and then respectfully apologized to me: "I'm sorry, General Oshanina, I don't know who you are, please forgive me!"

Hearing what he said, I couldn’t help but slander in my heart: It’s weird if you don’t know my identity, or how could you call out my surname at once? You must know when Khrushchev mentioned me. , I use my nickname. However, at this time, I didn’t want to care about such snobs, so I waved my hand and said, “Comrade Panferov, this is a trivial matter. You don’t need to care. You still report to Comrade Khrushchev for the interrogation. It turns out."

Panferov, who was reminded by me, remembered the purpose of coming here. He quickly opened the briefcase under his arm, took out a folder from it, and then began to report to Khrushchev: "...After our interrogation, General Vatutin’s attending physician has committed the crime he committed. He confessed to the heinous crime; and the other two nurses, who were also his accomplices, added deadly poison to the injection for General Vatutin..."

Listening to Panferov’s report, I couldn’t help feeling mixed, and I immediately thought of a story circulating on the Internet in later generations: saying that the methods used by various countries to catch a rabbit that escaped into the forest were very different. The Americans will surround the forest, and then use a loudspeaker to shout to the forest: You have been surrounded by us, immediately put down your weapons and surrender. As for the Soviets, they only need to send a few KGBs into the forest, and then quickly bring out a bear with a bruised nose and swollen face. The bear keeps saying: I am a rabbit, and I am a rabbit.

When I think of this paragraph, I understand in my heart that the results of the interrogation provided by the Ministry of Internal Affairs must have been written by doctors and nurses who had been beaten into tricks. They were all innocent and had nothing to do with Vatutin's death.

After listening to Panferov’s report, Voroshilov, who was sitting opposite, raised his hand and slammed the table, and said excitedly: "How about it, Comrade Khrushchev, I’m not wrong, Wa Comrade Tujing’s death was definitely not an accident, but was killed by a German spy.” After saying these few words, he fixed his gaze on Panferov and continued to ask, “These doctors and nurses have been Have you been to Germany? To be precise, have they all studied in Germany?"

"The attending physician used to study in a German medical school for two years," Panferov replied hesitantly: "Although the two nurses have never been abroad, so I should have been instigated by the doctor."

"It's terrible, it's terrible." Voroshilov shook his head and said, "I can't believe that these doctors and nurses would actually mutilate patients regardless of their professional ethics, and it was the senior commanders in our army. Members, they are simply a group of demons dressed up as angels, and they must not be spared lightly."

Seeing a few words of Voroshilov will make the fate of several doctors and nurses extremely miserable, and I can't help but feel compassion. Just when I opened my mouth and prepared to speak, I suddenly felt that my hand under the table was grabbed by another hand. I turned my head and looked at Zhukov, who was sitting next to him, and saw him gently shaking at me. He shook his head and motioned to me not to be nosy. Seeing Zhukov’s hint to me, I could only sigh secretly, and apologize to the few doctors and nurses who didn’t know each other. Although I was willing to help them, under the current circumstances, I was also powerless.

Voroshilov looked at Khrushchev and asked, "Comrade Khrushchev, now that the situation has been investigated, what do you plan to do?"

Khrushchev pondered for a moment, then looked up at Panferov and said: "Comrade Panferov, your Ministry of Internal Affairs will continue to follow up on this matter. The prisoners must continue to be interrogated to find out whether they have returned. If you have other accomplices, you have to kill them all at once."

"Yes, Comrade Khrushchev was right." Voroshilov said in agreement: "We must continue to investigate and see if there are any hidden German agents in the military hospital, and we must uproot them so as not to prevent them. Go and kill the remaining senior commanders."

Seeing that Khrushchev and Voroshilov had determined the matter, Panferov smiled and nodded, put the interrogation record in his hand in front of Khrushchev, and then turned and left the office. .

As soon as Panferov walked out of the room, Khrushchev’s secretary reappeared at the door. He stood upright at the door and reported to Khrushchev: "Comrade Khrushchev, there is a call from Marshal Zhukov. It's from the front line."

"Turn the phone in~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Zhukov heard the secretary say so, he immediately got up from his seat, and after a command, he walked quickly to the phone and picked up the handset: "Hey, I am Zhukov! "

Because I was so far apart, I couldn't hear what the caller said to Zhukov, but from his frowning eyebrows and his increasingly ugly face, I knew something must have happened.

Zhukov put down the phone, walked quickly to the conference table, and said to Khrushchev: "Comrade Khrushchev, I'm sorry, there is something wrong with the front line, and I need to go back and deal with it immediately." After that, he didn't wait. Khrushchev reacted, and after nodding to Voroshilov, he greeted me and said, "Lida, let's set off immediately."

"Wait a minute, Comrade Zhukov." Who knows we didn't take a few steps, Khrushchev suddenly called from behind. When we stopped and turned to look at him, he walked quickly in front of us and said to Zhukov in a friendly tone: "Comrade Zhukov, I will take you to the airport personally."

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