Burning Moscow

"General Oshanina," Lunev's expression became serious when he saw that his order was blocked by me. He said to me solemnly, "You may not know yet. According to the information we have, basically It can be concluded that Ponetjelin is suspected of collaborating with the enemy and treason, so he was sentenced to death in absentia last year."

Ponetjelin was sentenced to death by the Ministry of the Interior, which really surprised me. At first I thought it was just a common misunderstanding, and I could explain it clearly, but since this matter involves the Ministry of Internal Affairs, I have to treat it with caution. I paused for a moment and asked Lunev tentatively: "Comrade Lunev, I don't know what intelligence your Ministry of Internal Affairs is based on to determine the crime of collaborating with the enemy and treason against the country by General Ponetjelin?"

"In the information we seized," Lunev stared at Ponetjelin, who was framed by the two fighters, and said in a stern tone: "There are a few pictures of Ponetjelin and the German officer. From the German officer's photo. From their facial expressions, the conversation between them was very pleasant."

"Is there any other evidence?" I felt in my heart that Ponegelin was suspected of collaborating with the enemy based on just a few captured photos. This obviously didn't make sense, so I continued: "I don't think we can rely on a few photos. The photo shows that one of our mid- to high-level commanders betrayed the motherland and people."

Lunev shook his head and said unconvincedly: "Is there a photo of him and the German, isn't that enough?"

"Not enough, Comrade Lunev, this kind of evidence is far from enough." After hearing the far-fetched reasons Lunev said, I felt that I should stand up and defend Ponetjelin. I pointed my finger at the unkempt and weak prisoners of war who were standing or sitting in the pit and said: "Please take a closer look at our soldiers. After three years of torture by the Germans, they have become human. It's not like a man or a ghost. If General Bonjeelin really rebelled, would the Germans put him in such a prisoner-of-war camp and let him die after being tortured?"

My words made Lunev speechless. Taking advantage of this opportunity, I instructed the fighters who were still holding Ponegelin from the left and right: "Comrade fighters, please let go of this general. He is definitely not a traitor." After the soldier let go of Bonjelin's hand unwillingly, I added, "He is the hero of our country."

After being released by the soldiers, Bonjelin opened his eyes wide when he heard my evaluation of him, and asked in disbelief: "Comrade General, do you really believe that I am not a traitor, or...or... Is it a hero of the motherland?" Perhaps it was a lack of confidence, and his last words had become inaudible.

"Yes, Comrade General." I raised my voice and said to him: "If you don't have a firm belief, you will always keep to the motherland and the people." Having said that, I thought of the important figure of the Ministry of Internal Affairs standing next to me. These words may be reported verbatim to Beria and Stalin, so he deliberately emphasized: "The loyalty to Comrade Stalin will not be affected by the temptation of rights and status raised by the Germans. .You endured three years of suffering in the prisoner-of-war camp, but you never surrendered to the enemy. Instead, you fought arduously and brilliantly with them... With all this you have done, you are worthy of a hero. Title."

After listening to what I said, Ponetjelin's eyes became a little wet. He said excitedly: "Comrade General, you just said that you want to enlist us prisoners of war into the army. Is this true? "

"Yes, General Ponetjelin, you will be incorporated into Major General Afunin’s 18th Guards Corps to participate in the final battle to regain Ukraine." I walked over to hold his hand and shook it slightly. Bottom: "I hope you can pick up your weapons again and use the blood of the Germans to wash away the humiliation you have suffered for so many years."

Ponetjelin was moved by what I said, and he held my hand tightly, so excited that he couldn't say a word.

At this moment, the garrison commander Brakov walked to me and asked me in a low voice: "Comrade Oshanina, since these prisoners of war are to be incorporated into the army, should you say something to them?"

I glanced at the dense crowds in the pit, and thought that even if I yelled at the bottom with my throat, few people would be able to hear what I was saying, so I shook my head and said, "Comrade General, I still think Now, without amplifying equipment, even if I say something to them, few people can hear it."

"This is not a problem." Brakov pointed to the surroundings and said: "Look, around the pit, the Germans have put up a lot of horns. They can make what you say will be captured by the prisoners below. We hear."

I looked in the direction of his fingers and saw that there were indeed many telegraph poles on the edge of the pit, with horns installed on the poles. Then I asked with confidence: "Well, Comrade General, please make arrangements. I want to talk to these..." When I said this, I paused and felt that I would use the word prisoner of war to refer to these aftermaths. The rest of my life’s comrades-in-arms were unacceptable, so he changed his words and said: "I want to say a few words to these soldiers."

Brakov nodded, then ran to a platform beside the pit, walked to a microphone like a car steering wheel, turned on the switch, and said loudly: "Hey, pay attention! Attention! Please pay attention, everyone. Now! Now the representative from the base camp, General Oshanina will speak to you, and your fate is in her hands. Okay, now I ask General Oshanina to speak to you."

After Brakov finished speaking, he turned and nodded to me, and pointed to the microphone with his hand to indicate that I could speak. Looking at the soldiers below who were squeezing toward me, my heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and only said one sentence: "Comrades!" Then there was a blank in my mind, I didn't know what I should continue to say.

Thousands of soldiers under the platform suddenly fell silent when they saw me. They all looked at me high above with amazement. Under this situation, I took a few deep breaths and then summoned the courage to say: "Comrades, brothers, you have suffered!"

After saying these two sentences, my thinking suddenly became clear: "Although you have endured three years of suffering in this **** prisoner-of-war camp, none of you succumbed to the enemy. You think about it all the time. Go back to your own troops and take up arms again to fight stubbornly with the enemy.

Comrades, your chance for revenge is here. From now on, you will be incorporated into the 18th Guards Corps and participate in the final battle to liberate Ukraine. Use your weapons to collect blood debts from the enemy and use their blood to come. Wash away the humiliation you have endured these years! "

After my impassioned speech, I thought there would be cheers like mountains and tsunami from below, but the soldiers below just stared at me blankly without saying a word. It seems that what I just said was playing the piano to the cows. .

Seeing this kind of performance by the soldiers, I couldn't help feeling a little bit chilly. However, I still understand their psychology very well. The grief is greater than the death of their hearts. They must be heartbroken. I thought that after our troops liberated Uman, they would be free again. Who knows that they are still like livestock, locked in here by their former comrades-in-arms. The camps fend for themselves.

I sighed softly, and then said: "Comrades, with your current physical condition, you may not be able to participate in new battles for the time being. But don't worry, we still have enough time for you to get your health up. The first thing to do now is: let each soldier take a hot bath, get his hair cut, and change into a clean new uniform..."

I hadn't finished speaking this time, and there was a deafening cheer from below unexpectedly: "Ula! Ula!!" The soldiers standing in the front began to cheer first, and then the soldiers behind also reacted and followed them. Cheers together.

From the cheers of the fighters, I understood a truth: empty slogans and so-called rhetoric are simply inferior to those promises that can bring direct benefits to the fighters.

After thinking about this, I raised my hand and pressed it down. After the soldiers in the pit were quiet, I continued: "We will arrange for doctors to conduct physical examinations for each soldier, and the sick soldiers will be promptly received. Local treatment. For those soldiers who are in serious condition and need long-term treatment, we will send them to the rear to continue treatment. Starting from today’s dinner, we will improve your existing ration standards..." At this point, I turned my head and whispered. Asked Brakov next to him, "What is the current rationing standard?"

"250 grams of bread, 50 grams of oatmeal, and a hot soup." Brakov also replied quietly.

After I figured out the food standards for the soldiers, without discussing with Brakov, I directly announced to the soldiers: "From dinner tonight, your ration standard will be adjusted to 500 grams of bread and 100 grams of oatmeal, except for every day. In addition to the hot soup, I will also give you 50 grams of sausage and the same amount of cheese..."

Since these things I said are closely related to the immediate interests of the soldiers, it was almost me who announced one, and it would cause a burst of cheers from below, and the noises kept ringing one after another.

After I finished speaking to the soldiers, I told Brakov: "Comrade General, just do what I just said. I know you want to raise the food standard for more than 20,000 people at once. For you, there is a certain Is it true, but look at how weak our soldiers are. How can they fight with guns if they are not provided with nutrition in time?"

Seeing me speaking in such a stern tone, Brakov had no choice but to agree: "Well, General Oshanina, I will try my best to follow your instructions, and immediately notify the military doctor to give them a physical examination, and at the same time notify them. The logistics department, bring more food and supplies here."

"That's right, Comrade General." Seeing that Brakov was so cooperative, I smiled with satisfaction. I just wanted to ask him to go back to the ground, but found that Lunev, who had been with me, had disappeared. , He asked Brakov curiously: "Did you see Comrade Lunev?"

Brakov raised his hand and pointed to the sky, and said: "Comrade Lunev has gone back up, and he said he wants to report the situation here to Moscow."

"No wonder I didn't see people, it turned out to be a small report." After listening to Brakov's answer, I muttered in my heart: "Although Lunev was sent by Beria to assist me, but to him , I should be more careful."

After we returned to the ground, I was a little tired from walking when I was about to find a place to sit, when suddenly I saw soldiers running from the direction of the wooden house. When he came to us, he stood up and saluted, and then politely said to me: "Hello, General Oshanina! Comrade Lunev is talking with Moscow, and he said that if you come up, let me take you there. Find him."

Just on the way here, I heard Brakov say that there is a telecommunication room in the wooden house area above, and you can directly contact Moscow. At this moment, I heard the soldier's report, so I waved at him and said, "Lead the way ahead!"

Lunev was making a call in the telecommunication room, and seeing me walking into the room, he immediately said into the microphone: "Comrade Beria, General Oshanina is here, do you need her to answer the call?" It may be that he got Pele. With Ya's permission, he handed the microphone directly to me and said blankly, "Please answer the phone!"

Beria heard my voice and said angrily: "Comrade Oshanina, do you know that you have caused a catastrophe!"

Wrecked a catastrophe? ! When I heard Beria say this, I couldn't help feeling panicked, and quickly asked nervously: "Comrade Beria, I don't know what disaster I have caused?"

Beria asked indifferently: "Did you just prevent Comrade Lunev from arresting Ponegelin and plan to entrust him with a heavy responsibility?"

"Yes," I thought that this incident would be reported upward anyway, so I answered truthfully: "He is a commander with rich combat experience, and I intend to let him hold an important position in the 18th Guards Corps. ."

"Confused! Comrade Oshanina~www.wuxiaspot.com~ You are so confused!" Beria asked loudly, "Do you know the Order No. 270 signed by Comrade Stalin in 1941?"

"Comrade Beria, I have only heard of this order." This command was signed before I crossed, and I have never known it, so I can only say embarrassingly when Beria asks at this moment: " But what is said in this order, I really don’t know, can you tell me?"

Hearing my answer, Beria said in a tone of hatred for iron and steel: "Comrade Oshanina, since you don’t know this order, I’ll tell you now. Comrade Stalin wrote in the order. : After the commander of the 12th Army, Major General Bonjelin was surrounded by the enemy, although he had many opportunities to break through like most of his troops, he did not show firm determination and belief in victory. On the contrary, he panicked. Lost, timid, and cowardly, he shamelessly took refuge in the enemy and committed the crime of violating military oaths and treason."

I was dumbfounded when I heard this.

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