Burning Moscow

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Hearing this thorny question, Vasilevsky looked at me, but said to Zhukov: "Comrade Marshal, I remember that when I was in Stalingrad, tens of thousands of people were transferred from the Gulag concentration camp. In the team defending the city. Among them was an infantry division composed entirely of prisoners, which was given to Comrade Oshaninna."

"That's it, Comrade Chief of the General Staff." As soon as Vasilevsky had finished speaking, Antonov immediately added: "The troops commanded by General Oshanina have been holding on to Mamayev Hill. The enemy attempting to rush to the port has kept the city’s defenders in contact with the outside world. It can be said that without the tenacious battle of this force, we must win the final victory in the defense of Stalingrad. Will pay a greater price."

After listening to the two people’s praise, Zhukov glanced at me, then fixed his gaze at Vasilevsky again and asked: "Comrade Vasilevsky, what you two mean is to put the Gulag together again. Concentration camp prisoners replenish the troops?"

"Yes, Comrade Marshal." Antonov said in an interface: "I think that in addition to the prisoners in the Gulag, the criminals in the prison can also be incorporated into the army. After all, the women and children in the Gulag camp. The proportion is not small, they can't take up arms and go to battle."

Regarding Antonov’s statement, Zhukov thought for a moment, and then replied: "Comrade Antonov, I agree with the incorporation of the prisoners of the Gulag concentration camp into the army. After all, there have been successful precedents before; but Incorporating criminals into the army, I firmly oppose it, not to mention that they have no military training, no combat experience, not to mention, rushing into the army, in addition to affecting our combat effectiveness, there is also the possibility of destroying military discipline. Even if we are No matter how weak the army is, we cannot squeeze this black sheep into our army."

"But, Comrade Marshal." I saw Antonov glance at Vasilevsky, and after getting the latter's nod, I continued: "We have been conscripting troops in various places for several years. Already on the verge of exhaustion, those working in many factories and collective farms nowadays are women of different ages except for the elderly."

When several people were studying the question of where to recruit soldiers, I was considering what Ivanov said just now. If the focus of the next round of offensive is really to continue on Ukraine, not Belarus, so. Will the benefits be greater? At least at the end of the offensive campaign, Romania, Hungary, and Czechoslovakia can withdraw from the German camp and become our allies.

I was thinking about it, but Zhukov and Vasilevsky were on the side, arguing about whether to pardon criminals and enlist them in the army. In real history, the Soviet army incorporated a large number of criminals into the army in the latter part of the war, which led to the deterioration of the army's military discipline and committed countless untold crimes in Germany.

"Lida, tell me how we can solve the problem of insufficient soldiers." While thinking about it, I suddenly heard Zhukov's voice. He saw me looking at him, and quickly added: "I know you have always been resourceful, don't know if you have any good suggestions?"

When Zhukov was still the commander of the Ukrainian First Front, I once suggested to him that the rescued prisoners of war should be incorporated into the army after screening. At that time, after listening to my advice, although he was a little reluctant, he finally thought it over. , And these prisoners of war with combat experience were incorporated into the troops of the First and Second Fronts. At this moment, I heard Zhukov's old story again, so I once again put forward my original point of view: "I think we should consider those prisoners of war we rescued from the prisoner-of-war camp. If they are screened and incorporated into the field troops, it can be resolved. The current situation of insufficient strength."

"Comrade Oshanina," Antonov frowned as soon as I finished speaking, "Comrade Stalin once said: We have no prisoners of war, only traitors from the motherland. Are you planning to include these traitors? Our army?"

Seeing that Antonov, who has always been relatively easy-going, was so resistant to the adaptation of prisoners of war, I couldn't help but cried out, because even if my proposal was approved by them, it would still have to go through Stalin's hurdle. I thought they could be my help, but now I found myself thinking too much, maybe they would still be my resistance. I tried to persuade Antonov: "Comrades, the deputy chief of staff, although they were prisoners of the German army, they have not succumbed to the enemy for so long. If they can be incorporated into our army, they will be incomparable to the German army. Hatred, and a strong sense of revenge, can definitely shine on the battlefield."

"But have you ever thought about it, if they are incorporated into the army," Zhukov and Vasilevsky both expressed silence on the side. Only Antonov was still arguing with me: "They lay down their weapons on the battlefield. What shall we do when the enemy surrenders?"

"No, Comrade Deputy Chief of Staff." Seeing Antonov's attitude so stubborn, I can only continue to tell him the facts: "After our commanders were captured, except for some of them, they were shot on the spot by the Germans. Part of them died on the way to the prisoner-of-war camp, and the rest were locked up by the enemy in the prisoner-of-war camp and endured inhuman torture. Even so, they did not take refuge in the Germans. Now that there is a chance for revenge, I believe they will definitely Cherish this opportunity."

"Well, the issue of soldiers, we will not discuss it for now." Zhukov interrupted my dispute with Antonov, looked at Vasilievsky and said: "Let's hurry up and formulate a battle plan for the Belarusian campaign. ."

Several people gathered around the map and began to discuss nervously. Zhukov and Vasilevsky alternated, clarifying their thoughts on the battle, while Ivanov became the recorder, constantly recording what they said one by one.

After the draft of the offensive plan was released, it was already evening. Vasilevsky raised his hand and looked at his watch, and asked Zhukov tentatively: "Comrade Marshal, it’s time for dinner. Would you like to deal with it in our officer’s cafeteria for a while? To make a plan, the food in our cafeteria will be paid. Not bad."

"No," Zhukov waved his hand to reject Vasilievsky's suggestion, and said to himself: "We should rush to the Kremlin as soon as possible and hand this plan to Comrade Stalin for review."

Zhukov’s proposal was echoed by Vasilevsky. He nodded and said: "Yes, we should pass this plan to Comrade Stalin as soon as possible to see if he has any objections."

Reporting to Stalin certainly did not require all the heads of the staff headquarters to come forward, so the only people who went to the Kremlin by car were me, Zhukov and Vasilevsky.

Seeing the three of us coming together, Boskrebeshev quickly stood up, walked around the desk and walked in front of us, bowed slightly, and asked politely: "Comrade marshals, do you want to meet? Is the Supreme Commander himself?"

Zhukov nodded and said politely to Boskrebeshev: "Yes, we have an urgent matter to see Comrade Stalin, please go and report it."

Boskrebeshev nodded, turned and pushed the door beside him, walked in, and closed the door. After a while, he opened the door and walked out, and said to Zhukov and the others: "Comrade marshals, the Supreme Commander himself invites you in."

I heard Poskrebeshev didn't mention my name, so I didn't follow Zhukov and the two of them to see Stalin, but stayed in the room outside.

Poskrebeshev reached out his hand to the empty chair, and said politely: "Comrade Oshanina, you are welcome, please sit down. The two marshals report to the Supreme Commander himself. There is no one or two hours to get out. Coming."

Seeing me sitting down, he poured me a cup of hot tea, placed it in front of me, and then sat down and chatted with me. The topic revolved around this trip to Belarus. Although he is Stalin's secretary, there are certain things that I cannot tell him without permission. So I just evaded the importance and talked with him about some irrelevant things, and didn't mention anything concerning confidentiality at all.

When I talked about the Belarusian party, I suddenly remembered Valentina, who had just lost her father, and asked Boskrebeshev curiously: "Comrade Boskrebeshev, I want to ask you, you know Tutaye The leader of the city?"

Hearing this question from me, Poskrebeshev did not speak, but only smiled. His smile made me understand that I asked a silly question. Since he is Stalin's secretary, what does it matter even if he doesn't know the leaders below? He only needs to make a phone call to do anything, and those people still help him to do it all.

Thinking of this, I hurriedly explained the situation of Valentina's house to Poskrebeshev. Finally, he asked nervously: "Comrade Poskrebeshev, do you think you can ask the local leaders to give this child some special care at home."

"Comrade Oshanina," Boskrebeshev asked in a polite and distant tone: "What is the relationship between this child named Valentina and you? Is it relative?"

I shook my head and answered honestly: "I didn't know this little girl at all before I went to Belarus. The reason I wanted to help her was because she was so pitiful to see her."

Bosk Lebyshev stared at me for a while, then opened a small notebook on the table, picked up a pencil, and asked: "What is the child's full name? How old is her age? Where is her mother? jobs."

Hearing this series of questions from Boskrebeshev, I knew that he was going to help me, and he quickly poured out everything I knew—all my brains said: "The child’s full name is Valentin. Na Vladimirovna Tereshkova is seven years old this year. Her mother's name is unknown, but she is a textile worker."

After Boskrebyshev recorded what I said, he closed the notebook, looked up and said to me: "Don't worry, Comrade Oshanina, I will call the leader of Tutaev at the right time. Let me explain."

"Thank you, thank you! Comrade Poskrebeshev!" After I held Poskrebeshev's hand, I said gratefully: "I thank you on behalf of the child, and when the child grows up, I will also appreciate you. of!"

Just then, the phone on the desk rang. Boskrebeshev just picked up the phone and listened to it for a while, he immediately stood up, straightened his waist and continued to listen to the phone. From his reaction, I guessed that the call was definitely made by Stalin in the house. After a while, I really heard him say loudly: "Understood, Comrade Stalin!"

After putting down the phone, he smiled and gestured at me, and said: "Comrade Oshanina, Comrade Stalin wants to see you, go in!"

After thanking him again, I walked into the door he opened. As soon as I entered the room, I saw Stalin and Zhukov sitting at the other end of the conference table far from the door, and strode past them quickly. When I came to Stalin, I stopped and did not salute. Instead, I stood upright and said respectfully: "Hello, Comrade Stalin, I am ordered to come, please give instructions!"

Stalin pointed to an empty seat beside Zhukov and said, "Lida, sit down." After I sat down, he got up, holding his iconic pipe, and walking back and forth behind the chair he had freed up. , Said slowly: "Lida, Zhukov and Vasilevsky just reported to me the draft of the Belarusian offensive campaign, and also talked about a proposal you made. You said that you intend to rescue those prisoners of war who were rescued. , Are all incorporated into our army, is there such a thing?"

Hearing Stalin’s question, I immediately got up from my seat and replied respectfully: “Yes, Comrade Stalin, I think these prisoners of war were originally soldiers. As long as they are carefully screened out, those destabilizers are left. After being incorporated into the army, they can immediately go into battle..."

"Don't you know that I said:'We have no prisoners of war, only traitors from the motherland'?" Stalin stopped, put his hands on the back of the chair, and asked with a sullen expression: "If they were made up What will those commanders and fighters who are loyal to the motherland and loyal to the people think about joining the army?

Seeing the signs of Stalin turning his face again, my heartbeat speeded up suddenly. But the bow did not turn back. Since I have already mentioned this topic, there is absolutely no reason to give up halfway, so I repeated what I just said to Zhukov and Vasilevsky, and finally added: "According to I know that the Germans are recruiting defectors in various prisoner-of-war camps and are preparing to form an army to cooperate with the Germans. If we continue to discriminate against these prisoners and do not give them the opportunity to commit crimes, then they will stand against us Go face-to-face."

"Such an army is nothing to worry about," Stalin said disapprovingly after hearing what I said: "Our army can easily defeat them~www.wuxiaspot.com~ even if this army supported by the Germans has no combat effectiveness, But they will also contain our army?" Seeing Stalin's stubbornness, my tone of dissatisfaction was a little irritable: "If they have 100,000 people, we can at least use the same or more troops to defeat or eliminate them. ..."

"Enough, don't talk about it anymore." Stalin's hand on the back of the chair waved vigorously, and he actually fell the chair to the ground. Hearing the loud noise of the chair falling to the ground, I knew Stalin was angry, so I closed my mouth obediently. At the same time, I seemed to hear the sound of opening the door behind me. It seemed that Boskrebeshev pushed the door in to see what was going on in the room.

"There's nothing wrong here, you can go out first." Stalin waved his hand behind me, then walked in front of me, and said in a learned tone: "Lida, do you know that, based on what you just said, I You can be sent to a military court."

"Comrade Stalin, I think what Lida said..." Seeing Stalin's anger, Zhukov stood up quickly, ready to say something nice for me.

"Okay, Comrade Zhukov, you don't have to say it." Stalin interrupted Zhukov, pointed his hand to the door, and said to me: "You can go. Without my order, you are not allowed to enter the Kremlin. "

Seeing that Stalin had issued an expulsion order to me, I smiled bitterly, raised my hand to salute him, and then turned and walked out of the room. Poskrebshev looked at me without speaking, but looked at me sympathetically. He probably guessed that I was driven out because I was offended by Stalin.

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