Burning Moscow

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I thought that when I returned to Moscow, I could sleep peacefully, but I was awakened by the rapid and regular knock on the door early the next morning. I opened my eyes in a daze and looked at my watch. It was less than five o'clock, and then I asked at the door angrily: "Who is outside?"

"Comrade Commander," the guard platoon leader's voice came from outside the door: "I just received a call from the General Staff."

Hearing that there was a telegram from the General Staff Headquarters, I quickly got out of bed, rushed to the door barefoot, draped the coat hanging on the coat rack, quickly buttoned it, and then opened the door.

The platoon leader of the guard standing straight outside the door, seeing me appear at the door, immediately repeated what he said just now: "Comrade Commander, I just received a call from the General Staff."

I saw that he did not ask me to answer the call immediately, but directly reported the content of the call to me. Knowing that the content of the call did not matter, I walked back to the house, picked up the boots by the bed, and sat down. As he pierced the chair, he asked: "Comrade Lieutenant, the phone is calling, what did you say?"

"The call was made by Colonel Tkachenko, Director of the Operational Transport Division," the platoon leader of the guards respectfully reported to me: "He said that the train to Zhilobin, Belarus, will depart on time at 6.30. Please come to the train station early to meet Marshal Zhukov."

"Campaign delivery office?" When I heard the name of this unfamiliar organization, I couldn't help stopping what I was doing. I looked up at the ensign at the door and asked in amazement: "What kind of department is this? Why have I never heard of it? Said it?"

"This department belongs to the Operations Department under the General Staff," the platoon leader of the guards, seeing me with a dazed expression, explained to me quickly: "It is responsible for managing which army to deliver what, as well as the dispatch of military trains. If not, According to them, our army can hardly move."

After understanding the authority of this special department, I then asked: "Second Lieutenant, have all of our people get up?"

"Yes, Comrade Commander." The guard platoon leader replied, "After answering the call, I gave the order to get up. But we may have to wait a while before we can leave. It takes half a while to pick up our car from the station. It will be an hour later."

"Since it's still early, let the soldiers go and eat breakfast." I waved at the ensign and ordered: "Don't let them starve like yesterday."

After a simple breakfast, the car that came to pick us up has not arrived yet. The guard platoon leader took the soldiers from the restaurant and waited in line at the door. After chatting with the person in charge of the hotel for a while, I also walked out of the hotel and came to the street.

In later lives, I have been here many times. Arbat Street, this famous pedestrian street for later generations, is close to the Moskva River and is one of the symbols of Moscow. Although the street is less than one kilometer long and ten meters wide, the Russian style is very strong. On the streets paved with square bricks, you can see the most traditional and primitive things as well as the most modern and fashionable things.

On both sides of the street, in addition to shops selling Russian handicrafts, there are open-air bars and restaurants, where visitors can sit here while tasting wine or coffee while admiring the street view. The most on the roadside is a painting stand next to each other. After spending two or three hundred on the roadside, the painter can draw a portrait or cartoon for you on the spot. The stalls in the middle of the road were full of dolls, crystal ornaments and large square scarfs with Russian characteristics.

As the former residence of the famous poet Pushkin, it is located on this street. In addition to seeing visitors taking pictures in front of the statues of Pushkin and his wife Natalia, it is not possible to see some literature lovers holding a thick book of poems and reading Pushkin's poems aloud on the street.

It’s a pity that on Arbat Street at this moment, except for the antique buildings on both sides of the street, there is no scene I am familiar with at all. There are no open-air bars and restaurants, no small stalls full of goods, and no bustling. Tourists, not even the sculptures of Pushkin's wife.

As I stared at the bare street in a daze, there was a sound of car horns behind me, and then the guard platoon leader ran over and reported to me: "Comrade Commander, the pick-up car has arrived and we can get on the car."

Immediately after the car arrived at the train station, a colonel came out to greet me. He ran down the steps, stopped in front of us, raised his hand to salute, and said politely: "Hello, General Oshanina, Comrade Marshal is waiting for you on the platform."

I slammed the guard behind me and asked, "Comrade Colonel, what about my guard platoon?"

The colonel glanced behind me, then smiled and said, "Let them come together. Anyway, we are a special train and we have enough carriages for them."

Seeing that Zhukov had even considered the problems of my entourage, my heart suddenly became more at ease, so that there would be no need to arrange them separately. So our group followed the colonel through the crowded waiting hall and walked towards the platform.

On the heavily guarded platform, there is a Zhukov special train. In addition to the armored front, there is also a carriage equipped with 37 mm anti-aircraft guns. There are five carriages in the middle. Through the introduction of the colonel, I know that the distribution is one restaurant carriage, one Zhukov office carriage, one sleeper carriage and two guards' carriages.

The colonel called a lieutenant and asked him to take the guard platoon to the back of the guards' carriage, and then took me to the middle carriage and said politely: "Comrade General, the marshal is here to work. ."

The colonel was in the car behind me. As soon as he got on the car, he shouted out loudly: "Ready to drive!" The soldier or conductor standing at the door of several cars immediately passed his order through word of mouth. bridge. The train driver rang a long whistle, and then the train started slowly.

I walked into Zhukov’s office compartment and saw him sitting at the table looking at a document. I quickly stepped forward and raised his hand to salute him. According to the regulations, I reported: "Comrade Marshal, I'm here to come..."

"Sit down," he didn't wait for me to finish, then raised his hand and pointed to the empty seat opposite him, "After I read this document, I will talk to you."

After I sat down opposite him, I kept sitting in a tight posture, staring intently at the file while I was reading, and I secretly guessed what he would say to me later.

After about five minutes, he finally put down the file in his hand and asked me: "Lida, what do you think we must do before we start the offensive campaign in Belarus?"

"Is this easy to use, Comrade Marshal." Hearing the simple question he asked, my nervous mood suddenly became relaxed, so I replied casually: "Of course it is to supplement the offensive troops with soldiers, weapons, ammunition, and various weapons. Kind of necessary military supplies."

"No," Zhukov shook his head unexpectedly and said: "What you said is what we must do before each battle." Seeing my dazed look, he reminded me specifically: "Before answering this question of mine, you have to consider the overall situation."

"Considering from the overall perspective?" I frowned and recalled Zhukov's words, but I didn't know the point for a while, and I didn't know where to find the answer. Zhukov saw that I hadn't spoken for a long time, so he lowered his head and continued to read his documents.

The map spread out on the table is densely marked with red and blue pencils on the situation of the enemy and ourselves. I force myself to concentrate and try to find the answer Zhukov wants from it.

I watched it for almost half an hour. Not only did I watch the current situation in Belarus, but also Ukraine and the Baltic coast, but I never came up with an ideal answer.

"Lida, haven't you thought of it yet?" Zhukov pushed the finished document aside, and said to me earnestly: "As a qualified commander of the front army, you should not only consider the situation of the enemy and ourselves in your defense zone, but also care about it. The situation with the friendly forces. If we are to launch a large-scale offensive campaign in Belarus, the first thing we must consider is how to eliminate unstable factors and ensure that our offensive will not be affected."

Zhukov's remarks made me realize that I might have overlooked something. I repeated his words to see if I missed any important points. To the south of Belarus is Ukraine, where our army currently occupies an absolute advantage, and the German army is unwilling to act rashly; while the three Baltic countries in the northwest, although they belong to the inside of the German army, it is difficult to pose any threat to our powerful forces.

Finally, my eyes stayed on the north side of Belarus, and when I saw the "Leningrad" surrounded by blue arrows, my confusion was immediately resolved. I pointed at the map and said to Zhukov: "Comrade Marshal, I think that if we want to start the Belarusian campaign, we must first resolve the enemies that fell around Leningrad."

Zhukov looked at me with a surprised expression on his face, raised his chin at me, and then said: "Go on."

"Although on January 27 this year, our Leningrad was completely liberated from the enemy’s 880-day siege and returned to the embrace of the motherland, we should see that the German threat to Leningrad It still exists.” Although no one knew about the capture outside Leningrad, it was a shame to me. I lighted the blue arrow near Leningrad and said viciously: “Before launching the Belarusian campaign, we must first concentrate our superior forces and launch an offensive against the German forces in the south and west of Leningrad and the Finnish forces in the north. , While forcing Finland to withdraw from the war, destroying or severely injuring the troops of the German Army Group North."

"Lida, you have done a good analysis. It seems that your overall view is becoming more mature now." Zhukov picked up the red and blue pencils, lit the signs representing the German and Finnish troops near Leningrad and said: "This question, Stalin Comrades discussed with me last night that as long as the enemies in this area are eliminated and Finland is forced to withdraw from the war, then we can have no worries when we launch an offensive campaign in the Belarusian region."

Seeing Zhukov complimenting me like this, I smiled embarrassedly, then turned off the topic and said: "Our army now has three fronts in Belarus. I don't know if they are standing still or are actively launching a small-scale harassment attack on the enemy. ?"

Zhukov heard this question from me and said with a smile: "I know Rokosovsky. He is a person who can’t stay idle. Even if we don’t take Belarus as the main direction of the next round of offensive, he will Actively attacked the German defensive positions, squeezing the enemy out of the occupied area little by little."

"This is also very good, piecemeal. Although the results of each battle are not very obvious, over time, the results obtained will be very amazing." In order to make Zhukov agree with my point of view, I also gave him an example. I was worried that he could not understand the "cannibalization" or "fragmented sugar". He explained in a way that he could understand: "The enemy's defensive position is like a huge piece of brown bread. We can't take a bite." Eat it. But if we take a bite here today and cut a piece there tomorrow, it won’t be long before this loaf of bread will be digested by us~www.wuxiaspot.com~After listening to my analogy, Zhukov hesitated for a moment, then slightly nodded and said approvingly: "Lida, your analogy is very appropriate. We take a small-scale offensive and will not stimulate the sensitive nerves of the German army. In this way, they will not use heavy defense in the attacked area, which is very beneficial to our next offensive action. "

I understand in my heart that Rokosovsky is constantly adopting such small-scale offensives, one is to test the strength of the German army, and the other is to advance his offensive starting point. However, from the actual effect, because the German army has established strong fortifications and stationed heavy troops on the road where our army may attack, Rokosovsky’s temptation can achieve some results, but at the same time. Will make the troops pay more casualties.

But I can't guess Zhukov's mind at this moment, and I didn't tell him the problems with this small-scale tentative attack. I plan to wait until Rokosovsky's headquarters to find a suitable opportunity to propose to the two of them. It is more convincing than it is now.

Zhukov raised his hand to look at his watch, and then waved at me, "Lida, it will take us a day and a half to get to Zhilobin. Now there is nothing to do with you here. You can go to the sleeper car to rest first." , He reached out and rang the electric bell on the desk a few times, and the colonel who was guiding me soon appeared at the door.

Zhukov pointed at me and said, "Colonel, take Lida to her room to rest."

"Yes, Comrade Marshal!" The colonel agreed, walked in front of me, bent slightly, and said to me politely: "General Oshanina, please come with me, and I will take you to the room."

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