Burning Moscow

After giving these orders, Zhukov saw that all the general staff in the headquarters from Torbukhin to the general staff were busy nervously, so he smiled and nodded, and then said to me with great interest: "Li Da, do you want to see how our troops entered the Bulgarian border?"

Seeing that I was still hesitating, Gertov next to him echoed: "Let’s go, Comrade Oshanina, let’s go and take a look. It’s not easy to see a peaceful march like this."

"Comrade Military Commissioner is right." Tolbhin, who had just made a call, happened to hear Gertov's words, and said casually: "If conditions permit, I will also take a group of people there. Lida, go, don’t hesitate!"

In this case, let alone that I wanted to go, even if I didn’t want to go, it was obviously impossible to find any excuses to shirk, so I readily agreed: "Comrade Marshal, I am very happy to accompany you. Witness this historic moment."

Half an hour later, the jeep we were in came to an open area near the Bulgarian border. Zhukov asked the driver to stop, pushed the door to get out of the car, and stood on the side of the road with a smile looking at the marching team passing by.

Standing by Zhukov's side, I saw that the marching troops were divided into two roads. On the left side of the road were countless tanks forming a torrent of steel. They were driving along the highway at a constant speed, raising a dust of dust. Moving on the right is a company-based infantry phalanx. Under the guidance of the bright red flag, they strode towards the frontier border.

I don’t know which soldier’s eyes are sharp, he immediately saw Zhukov standing on the side of the road watching his march, and immediately shouted: "Look, it is Marshal Zhukov, he is watching us march towards Bulgaria!"

Amid the rumbling of the tank engine, Zhukov still heard the soldier's voice, smiled and waved to where he was. His move immediately caused a series of reactions from the infantry. The commanders walking in the front of the team raised their hands to their foreheads and saluted Zhukov; while the soldiers raised their chins high, stepped neatly, and passed in front of us with their heads high.

At this moment, I actually felt like I was participating in a military parade. The tank queue and infantry queue passing by were the troops being reviewed, and Zhukov and I were the reviewers. I have observed that most people have different numbers of medals hanging on their chests. It seems that they are veterans and backbones who have experienced many battles. They have established immortality in the battle against the fascist invaders. Of feats.

Zhukov turned his head to look at me and asked loudly, "Lida, what do you think of our troops?"

I waited for a tank to pass in front of me, and after the noise was slightly lower, I said loudly, "This is our mighty and heroic division." After a short pause, I added: "Unfortunately, it's a little bit less. what."

Zhukov's face showed a puzzled expression: "What's missing?"

"The Russian nation is a nation that can sing and dance," I said to Zhukov with a smile: "When our great army is marching toward Bulgaria, shouldn't we have some music to cooperate with our march?"

"Comrade Marshal," Gertov, who was standing behind me, said with a smile as soon as I finished speaking: "General Oshanina is right. How can there be no music at such an important historical moment!" "

Zhukov looked at Gertov sideways and asked curiously: "Comrade Gertov, what are you going to do?"

"Comrade Marshal, leave this to me." After speaking, he turned around and called a staff officer who was with us to give a few words in a low voice. After the staff left, Zhertov explained to Zhukov: "Our political and industrial forces have prepared 20 propaganda vehicles. Originally, we wanted to enter Bulgaria and promote our policies to the people of the country. Now let them be used. Come out and use it."

Ten minutes later, twenty propaganda vehicles with tweeters in front appeared in our field of vision. They passed the moving tank column and galloped forward, but every three hundred meters, a propaganda vehicle would stop and turn on the horn to play a song that was already prepared.

When the familiar music of the sacred war sounded, the marching infantry soldiers began to sing along. The passionate songs reverberated in the wilderness, and were carried far away by the steel torrent rolling south like a long snake.

The smile on Zhukov's face was even worse. He gave Zhertov a thumbs up and said approvingly: "Good job, Comrade Zhertov, your method has made our commanders more morale."

"Comrade Marshal, you have been rewarded." Zhertov was a little embarrassed when he heard Zhukov praise him so much. He glanced at me and continued: "If it wasn't for General Oshanina to remind me, I would still I can't think of such a good way to motivate the morale of the commanders and fighters."

An officer standing not far away walked up to Gertov and said a few words in a low voice. After listening to the other party, Gertov suddenly showed a happy expression on his face. He hurriedly said to Zhukov: "Comrade Marshal, the Bulgarian people have organized spontaneously to welcome our troops on the border."

Hearing Zhertov's words, Zhukov hurriedly walked to a nearby soil **** and raised his telescope to look at the other side of the border. I also asked for a binoculars from the staff nearby, stood beside Zhukov, imitating him, and raised the binoculars in my hand.

I saw that on the other side of the border, about two or three kilometers, the roadside was already crowded with local people. Some young girls still held flowers in their hands, boldly stuffing them into the hands of the soldiers passing by them. The soldier raised the flower in his hand high and waved to the welcoming crowd on the side of the road.

The tank on the left side of the road also slowed down. Tank soldiers leaned out of the turret or the entrance and exit of the vehicle, waving their hands desperately at the people on the roadside, or reaching out to take the flowers thrown by the girls on the roadside.

I also saw a lot of long tables on the side of the road, covered with white tablecloths, and on the tables were round breads and small plates of salt. Some elderly people grabbed some officers passing by, then picked up the bread and salt on the table and forced them into their hands.

I can’t help feeling that the gift of bread and salt is the highest understanding of the Slavs’ welcoming guests. Bulgarians, who belong to the Slavs as Russia, regard our commanders and fighters as their relatives, so that they can have this kind of food. The scene of welcoming the king appeared.

"Well, Lida, let's go back." We don't know how long we have been standing on the slope. Zhukov finally said to me: "We have been away for so long, maybe something important has happened in the front command."

When we returned to the headquarters of the front army, Zhukov’s premonition proved to be correct. Torbukhin had just received a telegram from Stalin and was considering whether to notify Zhukov to return immediately.

Seeing the two of us walking in from the door, Torbuhin quickly handed over the telegram in his hand, and said to Zhukov with a serious expression: "Comrade Marshal, this is the telegram that I just received. I was about to send someone to ask. You are coming back."

"Whose telegram?" Zhukov frowned and asked when he received the telegram.

"Telegram from the Supreme Commander himself," Tolbushin replied, "One hundred thousand in a hurry."

Zhukov quickly browsed through the content of the telegram and asked Tolbushin: "According to Comrade Stalin’s telegram, the armed forces led by the Bulgarian Workers’ Party will be held tonight in the capital Sofia and other major cities where our troops have not yet reached. A decisive popular uprising. Have you taken any measures?"

Torbuhin nodded and said: "I have issued a new order to the troops entering Bulgaria, so that they will continue to move forward except for a small number of troops to cooperate with the local Bulgarian army to maintain law and order. "

"Not enough, Comrade Torbukhin, it is far from enough for you to do this." Zhukov shook his head after listening to what Torbukhin said, "We only rely on the information we have on the domestic situation in Bulgaria. Obviously It is not enough to draw a certain conclusion military. Although the outbreak of our army into Bulgaria and the rest of the people led by the Workers’ Party will sever the alliance between Bulgaria and fascist Germany and make it join the anti-fascist struggle. Come in the justice camp.

But at the same time, we must also consider whether the pro-German forces in Bulgaria are willing to withdraw from the stage of history? Perhaps they will use the armed forces they control to launch a counterattack against the armed forces of the Workers' Party, which will trigger the civil war in Bulgaria. This is something we don't want to see, and we must avoid it. "

"Then what should we do?" Tolbhin asked as soon as Zhukov finished talking.

"Let the three generals, Sharokhin, Shiremin and Gagan, follow their troops into Bulgaria and move their headquarters as far as possible." Zhukov frowned, thinking, and said: "Let them work with you as soon as possible. The local Workers’ Party has established contacts to find out how the pro-German forces in Bulgaria are? What is the current top commander’s attitude towards our army and the German army? What is the role that the Bulgarian Workers’ Party can play in the army? How old? As long as these problems are clarified, I believe our troops will be able to gain a foothold in Bulgaria."

After recording Zhukov's order, Tolbhin asked: "Is it necessary to report to Moscow immediately?"

"Comrade Tolbhin, your current task is to convey my orders to the following troops." Zhukov looked at him and said, "As for the report to Moscow, I will be responsible."

A few minutes later, Zhukov called Stalin. After repeating the order he gave Torbuhin, he said into the microphone: "Comrade Stalin, do you have any different instructions?"

"Comrade Zhukov," Stalin said calmly after being silent for a long time: "You think about the problem and consider it comprehensively, so just follow your orders. By the way, is the process of our army's march to Bulgaria going smoothly? "

"Yes, Comrade Stalin." Zhukov flushed with excitement at the mention of the troops marching into Bulgaria: "When our troops crossed the border and entered the Bulgarian border, the local residents spontaneously came out to welcome us. They even came out to welcome us. In accordance with the traditions of the Slavic peoples, to welcome us with bread and salt...

Zhukov’s words made Stalin very happy. I heard him say in a relaxed tone: "Comrade Zhukov, although Bulgaria is on the side of the Germans, they did not send a soldier into us during the war. Country, so our army must maintain good military discipline after entering Bulgaria, understand?"

"Understood, Comrade Stalin." Zhukov happily replied, "I believe our soldiers will treat the Bulgarian people as their relatives."

After finishing the conversation with Stalin, Zhukov once again urged Torbhin: "Comrade General, please tell the commanders, the Bulgarian people are our brothers and sisters. The military discipline of the army must be strict, and there is absolutely no way of burning, killing, looting, or looting. Circumstances. Once discovered, they will absolutely be punished severely."

Hearing Zhukov’s words, Torbukhin couldn’t help but twitched twice violently, and then said embarrassingly: “Comrade Marshal, don’t worry. In our Ukrainian Third Army, there will never be any concerns you are worried about. The problem."

"If that is the case, it would be great." After Zhukov said this sentence, he slowed down his tone: "The Bulgarians, like our Russia, belong to the Slavic nation and the same ancestor. Our army entered Bulgaria~ www.wuxiaspot.com~ is equivalent to returning to your own home, how can you do damage in your own home?"

"Comrade Marshal, let me say a few words." Gertov, who has not been able to intervene, said: "What you are worried about is absolutely impossible for me. When our troops entered Bulgaria today, the local residents behaved You have seen the enthusiasm that comes out with your own eyes. Not only do they regard our army as their liberator, but even after our commanders and fighters are so warmly welcomed by the other side, they also regard the other side as their relatives. So you are worried about it. I believe that the problem will never arise."

I was worried that if we continued to talk like this, a few people might have unnecessary disputes, so I asked first: "I want to ask, if our army controls the entire territory of Bulgaria and gains a firm foothold, we need to move the front army headquarters to Bulgaria?"

My words really succeeded in diverting everyone’s attention. The first thing to say was Torbukhin: "Liberated Bulgaria, we will attack Greece, Yugoslavia and Hungary next. If we move the front command to the Bulgarian capital Sofia, we will It’s easier to command troops."

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