Burning Moscow

As soon as the patrol leader's words were spoken, the surroundings seemed to freeze in an instant. Not only the soldiers of the patrol, but also Monakov remained standing in a daze. Although the pistol is still in Monakov's hand, the muzzle that was originally aimed at me has drooped unknowingly.

I took the military ID handed over by the captain of the patrol, put it in my bag, smiled and waved: "Okay, Comrade Lieutenant, I've figured it out. This is just a misunderstanding. You brought your subordinates, Go on patrol!"

Captain 　　 raised his hand to salute me again, and left with his men. I turned around, facing Monakov who was shocked, gently drew my pistol out of his hand, and carefully put it in the bag.

　　 I deliberately asked with a straight face, "Comrade Major, have you figured out who I am now?"

　　 "Comrade General," Monakov replied in a flustered manner, "I know who you are."

　　 His words aroused my curiosity. I looked at him and said with interest: "Oh, Major, you know who I am. Then tell me, what do I do?"

"You used to be the commander of the Sixth Guards Army, and later you changed to the deputy commander of the Ukrainian First Front." Monakov saw that I was still amiable, more courageous, and fluent in speaking. "When you just told me your name, I felt familiar, but you were wearing casual clothes, so I did not recognize you in time."

　　 "It turned out to be like this." I waited for Monakov to finish, nodded, and continued to walk towards the neighborhood committee. After walking a few steps, he found that Monakov was still standing there, so he stopped and turned to ask him: "Comrade Major, didn't you say you want to accompany me to the neighborhood committee? Why are you standing there in a daze?"

　　 Monakov was taken aback for a moment, and then there was a joyful expression on his face. He trot to follow him, and said to me kindly: "Comrade General, I am willing to help you!"

"Comrade Major, there is something I don't quite understand, and I want to ask you for advice." I asked myself, "As far as I know, the front line is still very hot, why would the superiors give you a holiday at this time? ?"

"That's it, Comrade General." Monakov replied respectfully: "The division commander said that our division has almost two hundred wounded and will be discharged soon. In order to prevent them from being picked up by other troops, I specially arranged for me. Come here to pick up these soldiers who have recovered from their injuries and returned to the team."

　　 "When the wounded are discharged from the hospital, shouldn't they all return to their original troops?" I asked in a puzzled manner, "Why would there be other troops to grab people?"

"Comrade General, you don't know anything." Monakov said to me with a wry smile: "Due to the prolonged battle, the attrition of the various units is very serious. It is far from enough to rely on the number of soldiers supplemented by our superiors. Therefore, some troops came up with the idea of ​​a military hospital. They sent people to stay in the hospital. Once the wounded were discharged from the hospital, they would directly replenish their troops."

　　 "Are there any officers among the wounded soldiers discharged from the hospital?" I continued to ask blankly.

"No." Monakov shook his head and said: "After the officers are discharged from the hospital, they will basically return to their original troops. For ordinary soldiers, the military representatives of the hospital will re-arrange a place for them. After all, some of our troops are , But there is a shortage of soldiers."

　　 If Monakov didn't say anything, I really didn't know that some troops actually supplemented their own troops in this way. But after thinking about it, it is understandable to do so. After all, the number of soldiers supplemented by superiors is limited. If you want to maintain your own combat effectiveness, in addition to recruiting new recruits locally, wounded soldiers discharged from the hospital are indispensable treasures. Having been on the battlefield and has rich combat experience, as long as he returns to the army, he can become the backbone of the battle. It is no wonder that the superiors will send Monakov back for a run to take these wounded soldiers back to the army.

　　 While we were talking, we came to the neighborhood committee without knowing it. The door was closed tightly, and the long dragon in the morning had long been gone. Monakov rushed forward to open the door of the room, and then helped the door of the room to make a gesture of inviting. I said thank you to him, and then walked in quickly.

　　 The two of us walked forward along the corridor and saw that the doors on both sides were almost closed. I don't know if the staff were not working or if they had a rest in the afternoon.

　　 The door at the end of the corridor was open. I walked to the door and took a look. I saw a young girl sitting behind the desk, holding an eyebrow pencil in her right hand, drawing her eyebrows in front of the small mirror on the table. I looked at the table in front of her with a typewriter, telephone, and piles of documents, and immediately guessed that this might be a secretary. Next to where she was sitting, there were two closed doors wrapped in black leather.

　　 The secretary found someone standing at the door, looked up at me, and continued to draw her eyebrows, while casually asking, "Is there any time?"

　　 "Hello!" I stepped into the office, came to the secretary, smiled and asked, "Is your leader there?"

　　 "What's the matter?" the secretary asked disapprovingly.

　　 "It's like this. I think the child is studying in a nearby elementary school, but the person in charge said that the child is not from Kiev. If he wants to enroll, he needs to come here to issue a certificate...."

The secretary didn’t wait for me to finish, so she interrupted me impatiently: “Since the child is not from this city, then there is no need for us to issue any proof...” She suddenly stopped when she said that, Cast his eyes behind me.

　　 I turned my head and saw that it was Monakov who followed. When the secretary saw the handsome young officer, her eyes suddenly brightened. She quickly stood up and asked with a smile: "Comrade Commander, what can I do for you?"

　　Monakov glanced at me, and replied a little embarrassed: "Girl, I came with her."

　　 I found that when the secretary heard Monakov say this, a look of disappointment flashed in his eyes. I guessed that the girl might have a good impression of Monakov, and quickly went on to say: "He is my brother, and he will come with me on errands."

　　 "That's it!" The secretary became happy again, and she asked with concern: "Are you here to give the child a positive statement?"

　　 "Yes, it's like this." I said flatly, "Can we meet your person in charge?"

"Please wait a minute." The secretary said, pressing down the interlocutor in front of her, and after a voice came from inside, she said respectfully: "Comrade Borisova, there are two citizens outside who want to see you. You can let them in. ?"

　　 "Let them wait outside for a while," a clear female voice came from the interlocutor: "I am talking to the city leader."

　　 The secretary turned off the interlocutor, looked at us and said politely: "Comrade Borisova is talking with the city leader, please sit down first."

　　 I nodded and walked to the bench by the wall and sat down, while Monakov was still standing at the table and talking to the secretary. I heard him ask: "Girl, I don't know how to call you?"

　　 "My name is Anuna." After the secretary said his name with a smile on his face, he asked Monakov: "Comrade Commander, what is your name?"

　　 "My name is Monakov." Monakov smiled and said to Anuna: "Can I ask you out for concerts and dinner?"

"I'm sorry, Monakov." Anuna looked at Monakov, and said with a puzzled look: "Too much work today and tomorrow, I really can't go away." At this point, she stopped to think. For a moment, then he asked tentatively, "Shall we meet again the day after tomorrow?"

　　 "Of course." Monakov shrugged his shoulders, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Know that I have three full-day vacations, and I happen to be on vacation the day after tomorrow. Then I will come to you."

　　 Just as the two chatted more and more speculatively, the interlocutor in front of Anuna rang. Borisova's voice was heard from inside: "Anuna, I'm finished calling, invite them in!"

Anuna raised her hand to the two closed doors and said, "Please come in, Comrade Borisova is waiting for you inside. I believe she will be able to help you." I stood up to Anuna. After thanking him, he walked quickly into the door opened by Monakov.

As soon as I walked into the room inside, I saw a long conference table. On the other side of the conference table was a desk. A young woman in military casual clothes who looked very smart and capable was sitting behind the table. This should be It is Borisova, the leader of Anuna.

　　 Seeing Monakov and I walk from the side of the conference table to our desk, Borisova pointed to the two empty chairs in front of us and said politely: "Please sit down, comrades!"

　　 After I sat down opposite her, Borisova suddenly showed a surprised expression after seeing my face clearly. After a while, she asked in a tone that was both like a question and a certainty: "Are you General Oshanina?"

　　 Seeing that the other party actually saw through my identity at a glance, I couldn't help asking in surprise: "Comrade Borisova, do you know me?"

"Yes." Borisova nodded and said affirmatively: "During the defense of Moscow, I once took a consolation team to the headquarters of the 16th Army. I saw you there." That's it. , She stood up, proactively extended her hand to me, with an irresistible smile and said friendlyly, "My name is Yebev Alexandrovna Borisova, let's meet again."

I stood up and held her hand, and smiled and said, "My name is Lida Musdakova Oshanina, you can call my nickname-Lida." After letting go, I He also introduced Monakov to her, "This is Major Monakov. He came here with me to do business."

　　 After we sat down again, Borisova asked me politely: "Lida, what are you doing here today?"

"That's it, Comrade Borisova." I told her about my plan to bring the child here from the back to study, and finally said: "The dean of the school said that the child is not from Kiev. I am not qualified to study in that school. But I heard from the school staff that this has happened before. As long as I come to you and issue a certificate, my child can be admitted to school.

"Yes, I did issue this proof." Borisova first affirmed my statement, but then she asked in surprise: "In your capacity, as long as you say a word, someone will immediately take the initiative. Help you get everything done. Why are you running to issue this proof?"

　　 "When I was in school, I didn't identify myself at all." I organized a vocabulary in my head and said, "I don't want my child to enjoy any privileges because of me after entering school."

"You are correct in thinking this way. Once the school leaders know your true identity, they will definitely give special care to your child, which is not good for your child's growth." After Borisova said this, she pressed the next dialogue box. The switch, instructed the secretary outside: "Anuna, please ask the driver to prepare. I'm going out soon."

　　 "I'm sorry, Comrade Borisova." Anuna said a little embarrassed: "The driver rests in the afternoon, no one will drive for you."

　　 "Comrade Borisova, I don't know where you are going?" Monakov, who was sitting next to him, suddenly interrupted and said, "Maybe I can act as the driver temporarily."

"I plan to accompany Lida to the school in person~www.wuxiaspot.com~ If you can act as our driver, that would be great." After Borisova and Monakov said these few words, Instructed at the interlocutor: "Anuna, here is a comrade commander who can temporarily act as our driver. You accompany him to the garage to drive the car out."

　　 After Monakov left, only me and Borisova were left in the house. She leaned forward slightly, as close as possible to me, then lowered her voice and asked, "He... is he okay?"

　　 This question of Borisova confused me, and I asked a little puzzled: "Who is he?"

　　 "Who else could it be? Of course it is Rokosovsky." Although there were only two of us in the house, Borisova still kept her voice down, as if she was afraid of being heard by others.

I stared at Borisova for a moment, and suddenly remembered what others had said about Rokosovsky, saying that he had a romantic nature. Although he was already married, there were many lovers. The most famous one was the famous writer Simono. Husband’s wife Serova. It is said that Serova looks like a fairy and is unparalleled sexy, and she is fascinated by Rokosovsky. Of course Serova is also obsessed with the romantic and suave Rokosovsky. Even Stalin knew that the two people fell in love. Out of love for Rokosovsky, the Supreme Commander himself turned a blind eye to the matter. But what I didn't expect was that even Borisova and Rokosovsky had some unclear stories.

Seeing Borisova’s shy face, I did not ask what happened to her and Rokosovsky. Instead, I coughed softly, and then said lightly, “Comrade Rokosovsky” Now he is commanding the Belarusian First Front in Polish territory and is engaged in fierce fighting with the Germans."