Burning Moscow

After I returned to the dean's room with the three marshals, the three of them discussed my stay or stay.

Voroshilov first stated: "Lida, your lecture today is very wonderful, so to speak, it has far exceeded the expectations of me and the dean. I feel that with your ability, stay in Fulong. It's a good choice to be a teacher at the Chiba Military Academy. What do you think, Comrade Marshal?" He asked Zhukov on the side.

Zhukov took a look at me, then shook his head and said, "Marshal Voroshilov, I think the stage for Lida is more suitable for Lida, which is on the front line rather than on the podium of the military academy. She can only participate in various battles constantly. In order to sum up more effective tactics. The city offensive and defensive warfare we talked about today, if she had never participated in any street fighting, would not be able to tell the wonderful content of today. This is the culmination of her past few years. "

"Comrade Zhukov," Budjoni said, "I think the Great Patriotic War is coming to an end. After the war is over, the country will definitely carry out substantial disarmament. Instead of waiting for the disarmament, I will seek for Comrade Oshanina. As a way out, it’s better to plan ahead and arrange a position for her in the academy first, so as not to get too many soldiers changing jobs, and there is no good position."

"Lida, what do you think?" Voroshilov saw that everyone had different opinions, so he took the initiative to ask for my opinion: "Do you want to go back to the front line or stay in the academy as a faculty member?"

"Comrade Marshal," I said politely, looking at Voroshilov, "I still like front-line life, so I can only apologize to you and Marshal Budjoni for being a teacher."

My words made Bujuni and Voroshilov both look disappointed. After they looked at each other, Bujuni said with regret: "That's really a shame. We were listening to the class today. At that time, I was grateful for one more excellent faculty member in our college. The result was nothing but joy."

Zhukov raised his hand to look at his watch, looked at the two of them and asked, "Two comrade marshals, it's not early now. If you don't plan to leave me and Lida for dinner, then we will leave first."

After the two listened, they laughed suddenly. Budjoni stood up and said apologetically: "Blame me, blame me, and talked around, forgetting that everyone hasn't eaten dinner yet." After speaking, he walked quickly to the desk and picked up the phone headset. I dialed a few numbers on the dial and said, "Hey, is it the teacher’s cafeteria? I’m Budjoni. I will prepare four dinners for me. Besides..."

Less than ten minutes later, the conference table we were sitting around was full of dinners delivered by the college cafeteria staff: in addition to a Georgian fried rice per person, there were also lamb stewed potatoes, grilled chicken nuggets covered with shredded onions and parsley. , Cut into small pieces of aspic, as well as pickled cucumbers, pickled mushrooms, pickled tomatoes, etc., in addition to a bottle of whiskey and a few goblets.

Voroshilov used a corkscrew to unplug the cork skillfully, brought the mouth of the wine bottle close to a goblet, looked at me and asked, "Lida, would you like to drink too?"

"Thank you for your kindness, Comrade Marshal." I hurriedly waved at Voroshilov and said, "I can't drink at all, I get drunk when I do."

Surprisingly, Voroshilov glanced at me, shook his head in disbelief, and was about to pour whiskey into the glass. In this room, as the lowest-level person, how can I let the marshals pour their own drinks? I quickly got up, took the bottle from Voroshilov's hand, poured some whiskey into three goblets, and put them in front of the three.

"Lida can't drink, I know this, so don't force her." Zhukov said, raising the goblet in his hand and shook it towards the other two marshals, "Good health!"

"Wish you good health!" The two marshals also raised their cups, and after saying something like Zhukov, they drank the whiskey in the cups. Seeing all three of them drank the wine in their glasses, I quickly got up and filled them up again.

After Budjoni drank the whiskey in his glass again, he suddenly asked, "Georgi Konstantinovich, have you heard of it?"

Zhukov, who was about to drink, heard Bujuni say this, and quickly stopped the wine glass in his hand, looked at the other party and asked incomprehensibly: "What did you hear?"

"It is said that in the future all fronts will be directly led by the Supreme Command," Budjoni continued: "In other words, it will not be long before all representatives of the Supreme Command that are responsible for coordinating the operations of the various fronts will be cancelled, including the dismissal of you. Current position."

Zhukov took a sip of his wine and said calmly, "Yes, I also heard this rumor. At present, the number of fronts has decreased, and the width of the entire front has also shrunk. Leading all fronts has become easy, so it can be done by The Supreme Command will directly command all fronts."

Budjoni took the goblet I handed him and asked half-seriously and half-jokingly: "Comrade Zhukov, you didn't say this out of anger, did you?"

"What's the joke?" Zhukov shrugged when Budjoni said this, and said lightly: "Even if the representative of the Supreme Command is cancelled, Vasilevsky and I will not be unemployed." He Having said that, he paused for a moment, and then went on, "If possible, I would even personally command a front army and participate in the final battle against German fascism."

When I heard the conversation between the two, I couldn't help being surprised. I don't know if what Budjoni said was unintentional, or he was commissioned by Stalin to test Zhukov? In any case, Zhukov will succeed Rokosovsky as the commander of the Belarusian First Front in a short time.

"Well, stop talking about these disappointing things," Voroshilov waved his hand. "Hurry up and eat. If you don't eat it, it will be cold."

We were eating when the phone on the desk rang suddenly. Budjoni just thought of getting up, but was stunned by Voroshilov who was sitting next to him: "You are drinking too much, let me answer the phone."

Voroshilov came to the table, picked up the earphones and pressed them to his ears, and said, "This is Voroshilov, where are you?...what, what's going on?...hell, immediately take a few troublemakers The student called me to the dean's room."

Voroshilov put down the phone, walked back to the conference table, and angrily said to me: "The administrator of the cafeteria just called and said that several school-level officers had fought in the cafeteria, making it a mess. I have ordered them to report here immediately, and I want to figure out what they are fighting for."

Budjoni stood up and just wanted to say a few words, but his legs softened and fell into the seat again. Voroshilov leaned down and said to him: "Old man, you are drunk, let me take care of this matter."

After a while, five school-level officers came to the dean's room and lined them up according to their ranks. Voroshilov came to their foreheads, walked from the head of the team to the end of the team, then from the end of the team to the head of the team, finally stopped, looked at these students who were much taller than him and asked: " Comrades, you must know that you are an intermediate commander in the Red Army, not a gangster on the street. Please tell me frankly, why are you fighting in the cafeteria?"

A major with a blue nose and a swollen face at the end of the line, after listening to Voroshilov's words, gave a vicious look at the colonel standing on the opposite side, and then took a step forward, facing Voroshilov and said: "Report Marshal Comrade, I was the first to beat people."

"Major, which part are you from?" Voroshilov looked at the major and asked in a stern tone, "Why do you want to hit someone?"

"Comrade Marshal, I am Major Shasa, the deputy commander of the 254th Guards Regiment of the 56th Guards Division." The major replied with his chin, "It was I who wanted to beat the colonel, and then his men came. Besiege me."

"Major, you are quite capable, hit four each!" Voroshilov said this with a smile, but after a while, his smile froze on his face. He pointed at Shasa and said in surprise: "Which army do you say you are from?"

"The 254th Guards Regiment of the 56th Guards Infantry Division." Shasa repeated the designation of his unit again.

I heard this number, but I didn't have any reaction at all, because I didn't understand this unit at all. But Zhukov was shocked. He got up from his seat, walked in front of the major, and asked tentatively: "Is it the Matrosov Guards?"

Hearing Zhukov's words, the major suddenly showed a surprised expression on his face: "Yes, Comrade Marshal, it is the Matrosov Guards."

After listening to the major’s answer, Zhukov’s face showed a smile, and he asked in a soft tone: "Major, can you tell me why you are fighting this colonel? You know, in the army, the lower level beat the upper level. , But he will be sent to a military court."

"Comrade Marshal, I know." Major Shasa nodded and said, "He is vilifying the hero of our regiment. I didn't hold it back for a while, so I acted at him."

Voroshilov looked at the colonel and asked sternly: "Is he telling the truth?"

"Yes," the colonel replied, lowering his head embarrassedly, "I'm drunk too much, nonsense."

"Okay, you don't have to explain it, I understand everything." Voroshilov walked to the other three officers and asked sternly: "I think you saw your superiors being beaten by others. That’s why I did it, right?"

Taking advantage of Zhukov and Voroshilov’s work with several officers, I approached Budjoni and asked in a low voice, "Comrade Marshal, who is this Matrosov and why is he named after him? What about a guard regiment?"

Hearing this question of mine, Budjoni’s eyes stared like brass bells. He was surprised to ask: "Have you never heard of Matlosov?"

"No," I heard from Budzioni's tone that this must be an important person, and I have never heard of it. No wonder Buzioni will despise it. I asked carefully: "Comrade Marshal, can you tell me something?"

Seeing that I didn’t seem to be joking, Budjoni was drunk and introduced to me with a little bit of tongue: "...On the day of the Army’s Day on February 23, 1943, Matrosov was capturing Che. In the battle in Ernosh Village, he bravely blocked the bullet holes of the German bunker with his own body, and sacrificed honorably to cover his comrades in occupying the enemy's position.

After learning about his heroic deeds, Comrade Stalin personally signed Order No. 269 of the People's Committee of National Defense, posthumously conferring him the title of "Hero of the Soviet Union" and named the regiment he was in after his death. "

After listening to Budjoni’s explanation, I couldn’t help but say something to the colonel, which actually drew Major Shasa’s fist towards each other and became interested. After listening carefully to the colonel's defense, I finally figured out the ins and outs. It turned out that when they were eating, the colonel probably drank too much. He and some of his subordinates didn’t know how to talk about Matlosov. He said Matlosov might accidentally kick when he rushed towards the enemy’s fire. Stepping into the air, it happened to be blocked in front of the shooting hole, briefly blocking the sight of the German machine gunner. And the Soviet troops rushed up at this moment, and those comrades in arms saw Matrosov falling in front of the machine gun, mistakenly thinking that he was blocking the enemy's gun.

After hearing the self-defense of both sides, Zhukov's face suddenly became cold and severe. He said to the colonel: "Comrade Colonel, do you know that you are insulting a hero who was awarded the title of'Hero of the Soviet Union' by Comrade Stalin himself. Just rely on it. At this point, I can send you to a military court."

Seeing the colonel lowered his head in shame, a lieutenant colonel next to him confessed to Zhukov on his behalf: "Comrade Marshal, we were wrong. Let's confess our mistake to Major Shasa. Please forgive us."

Seeing his subordinates begging for himself, the colonel hurriedly said, "Yes, Comrade Marshal, I blamed me for drinking too much and saying things that shouldn't be said. I will apologize to Major Shasa." Then he too. Stepping out of the queue, he saluted Shasa, "I'm sorry, Comrade Major, it's my fault, please forgive me!"

Since this was an internal matter of the Military Academy~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Zhukov was not able to ask too much, so he took a step back and turned his gaze to Voroshilov, beckoning him to deal with the matter. Voroshilov gazed at the five officers in front of him, and said after a long hesitation: "Well, what happened today is a misunderstanding. If this kind of insult to our army's heroes occurs in the future, I Whether you are a colonel or an admiral, you will be beaten to the end. Okay, let's go out."

The five officers replied loudly, turned back collectively, lined up in a column, and walked out of the dean's room at a neat pace.

After the officers left, Zhukov turned his head and asked me: "Lida, what do you think of this matter?"

"Comrade Marshal handled it very well." After slapped Voroshilov, I looked at the back of the officers leaving, and said thoughtfully: "Major Shasa even maintained the honor of the collective. I don’t hesitate to fight with my superiors. Good job, good job."

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