Burning Moscow

　　 Stalin walked back to the writing desk and picked up the microphone. He put the microphone to his ear, but did not speak. Maintaining this position for a while, he simply put down the microphone and walked around the other end of the large room with his hands behind his back.

　　 He was walking around in the room, but I didn't dare to talk casually, just standing there, my eyes moving around with him. I wonder what he intends to do? Obviously the phone has been picked up just now, but why did he delay giving orders to the following? If my dream is true and there are no reinforcements, then Rokosovsky will face a fate with ill-fortune.

　　 Soon I was relieved. His hesitating attitude is understandable. Even if he is the highest commander, he can't just leapfrog and mobilize the troops below for a illusory dream. I regretted that I shouldn't tell him my dream just now, so that he was trapped in a barrier of choice.

But my worries seemed to be unnecessary. Just when I was considering whether to apologize to Stalin for his recklessness, he decisively walked to the table, picked up the handset of a telephone on the table, dialed a number, and said, "I It’s Stalin.” After a while, he said again: “Comrade Shaboshnikov, please immediately mobilize a regiment from the reserve team, equip them with ten tanks, and rush to the village of Peshki quickly. Set up a defensive position. Remember, they must enter the defensive position before four o'clock this afternoon."

The other party seemed to say something, but I was too far away to hear him. Stalin was a little unhappy and said: "You will arrange this matter yourself, without telling Zhukov. This unit is under your direct command. I will leave the position when I leave the position. It's the final word." After speaking, he hung up the phone involuntarily.

He reignited the pipe, took a sip, walked towards me, stopped two or three steps away from me, and said, "You don’t have to worry about Rokosovsky’s affairs. Next, I want to You talk about another thing."

　　 I was relieved just now when I heard that he ordered the dispatch of troops to Peshki Village. But when I heard his last words, my heart suddenly raised my throat, what else would happen? Damn! Wouldn't it be a matter of investigating my arbitrarily withdrawing troops from Volokolamsk? If it is really pursued, chances are that I can be sent directly to a military court. In my impression, the Soviet military court is equated with the death sentence. The former commander of the Western Front Army, General Pavlov, lost hundreds of thousands of soldiers’ lives because of successive command errors after the outbreak of the war. He was executed by Stalin's orders. People of such a high status are killed when they say they are shot, not to mention my little lieutenant colonel. Thinking of this, although I tried to maintain my composure on the surface, my feet had begun to tremble slightly.

　　 "I heard Colonel Bezikov say that you arrived in Moscow at noon the day before yesterday?"

　　I heard that Stalin asked this question. Although I felt very strange, I still answered honestly: "Yes."

　　 "I heard that you encountered a very strange thing while avoiding an air attack at the Red Blissnow Station. Really?"

"Yes it is."

　　 "Tell me about the situation at the time, I want to know what happened?" Stalin said as he walked past me, sat back at the long table, and beckoned me to sit down.

After I sat down, I answered him honestly: "When I was avoiding an air attack at the Red Blissnow station, a German bomb penetrated deep soil and landed on the railroad tracks in the subway station. Me and While several fighter battalion commanders were studying the bomb, suddenly a subway train drove from the direction of Belarus Station. As the bomb was in the middle of the rails, I was afraid of danger, so I sent someone to stop the train in time. The car stopped steadily. After that, many passengers got out of the car. Some soldiers found that they were different from us. Almost everyone was wearing summer clothes..."

　　 "Is there only one person wearing summer clothes, or all people dressing up in summer?" Stalin interrupted me and asked one of the details.

"It's everyone. Comrade Stalin." I answered him almost without thinking, and added: "When everyone got off the train, I went to the car to check it out, and I found something incredible... …"

　　 "What's the matter?" He interrupted me curiously again.

　　 "It is a newspaper. To be precise, it is a newspaper of July 23, 1975."

　　 "Do you remember the above?"

　　 "I glanced at it, and there was a piece of news on it that seemed to introduce our country's troops in Berlin...."

　　 "What? Berlin???" He looked at me with incredible eyes~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and asked, "Are you sure you are not mistaken. The newspaper said it was the Soviet garrison in Berlin?"

　　 "Yes, I didn't read it wrong at all." I replied in a positive tone, "I wanted to take a closer look, but at this time the commander of the annihilation battalion came to look for me, so I put down the newspaper and left."

　　 "Where is that newspaper now?" Stalin asked impatiently.

I shook my head and replied, "I don't know. The situation was chaotic later. When the soldiers of the Ministry of Internal Affairs fired, a bright white light flashed and the train disappeared. The newspaper might have fallen on the train. It disappeared along with the disappearing train; it may also be on a passenger who was preparing to **** the labor camp, but they were all killed in an airstrike on the road. The newspaper may have been turned to ashes."

　　 "Oh!" He sighed, his face full of regret.

　　 "However, Comrade Stalin! There is a survivor among the passengers on the train. He does not belong to our time. Maybe he knows a lot of things we want to know."

　　 "Who is he?"

　　 "Is a senior engineer in a military factory. He should be helpful to our current Patriotic War."

　　 "Where is he?"

　　 When I heard Stalin's question, I couldn't help but frowned slightly, wondering if Colonel Bezikov hadn't reported such an important matter to him? Just as I was thinking about it, I heard Stalin ask again: "Lida! You haven't answered my question yet, do you know where he is?"