Burning Moscow

What the officer said made me feel at a loss. I asked myself, I didn’t seem to have done anything extraordinary recently, how could I suddenly be invited to the Ministry of Internal Affairs to drink coffee? Besides, based on the friendship between me and Beria, if the superior really wants to censor me, he will definitely ventilate me to some extent, but now there are no signs at all, I was deceived here.

The officer got out of the car and saw that I was still sitting in the car, so he patted the roof twice, and said sharply, "What are you doing in the car, come out!"

I'm not afraid of shadows, I think I don't have any fatal handle in the hands of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, so I walked out of the car calmly and coldly commanded the officer in front of me: "Lead the way ahead!"

The officer took me into the heavily guarded and gloomy building of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. I still felt funny in my heart. I was taken here a few years ago and almost shot to death. I didn’t expect to be taken here again. , I really have a destiny with this building.

We finally came to a conference room. At the other end of the conference table sat a round-faced officer. I glanced at his epaulettes. They were the rank of general, which was lower than mine. I didn't wait for him to speak, so I sat down across from him and started a conversation with him across the long conference table: "Comrade General, why did you bring me here?"

The general opposite stood up and said to me with his hands behind his back. "General Oshanina, please allow me to introduce myself. I am Abakumov, Deputy People’s Commissar for National Defense and Director of the General Directorate of Counterintelligence."

"Hello, General Abakumov." I sat in my seat, nodded at him, and asked curiously: "I don't know what is going on if you asked me to bring me here today?"

Abakumov walked towards me around the conference table, stopped a few steps away from me, and said, "We have invited you here today. We have a few questions. I want to ask you. clear!"

I raised my hand and made a please gesture towards Abakumov, and then said as usual: "Excuse me, as long as I know, I will answer truthfully."

Abakumov made a gesture to the officer who followed me in. The officer quickly walked to a table by the wall, picked up the folder on it, and handed it to Abakumov.

He checked the folder, then stared at me condescendingly and said: "In the German documents we recently seized, now in June 1942, they once captured a female commander near Liuban. If I don’t remember, If you were wrong, were you there then?"

"Yes, Comrade Abakumov," I knew that my resume was not a secret to these people from the Ministry of Internal Affairs, so I truthfully replied, "I was indeed in the Liuban area."

"According to the female commander mentioned in this document of the German army, we think it is likely to be you." Abakumov stared into my eyes and asked: "Can you tell me how you stand out from the German encirclement. ?"

As soon as I heard Abakumov mention Liuban, I had an unknown premonition in my heart. I was worried that the things I had been captured would be exposed, and my mind started to work quickly, thinking hard about a solution. It may be precisely because I had prepared in advance to face Abakumov's questioning, I was able to act calmly and calmly.

I quickly broke through the siege by commanding my troops. After being dispersed by the enemy, how did I come to the village where Vlasov was located. How did he meet his son, how to cleverly blend out of the enemy’s encirclement when the enemy was besieging the village, and how happened to encounter the troops that Meretskov came to respond to. I said it again, of course not talking about the experience of being captured.

"So, you haven't been captured?" Abakumov stared at me and asked vigilantly.

"No!" I knew that my answer at the moment was not only related to my own future, but also to my own life and death, so I replied without hesitation, "I have not been captured!"

"really?"

"Really!" I replied confidently.

"Isn't this Comrade Oshanina?" A familiar voice suddenly came from the door: "When did you come, why didn't you go to my office to sit down?"

I turned my head and saw that Lunev, whom I had dealt with, was standing at the door. Seeing his appearance, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief secretly, knowing that I was in a hurry today. I quickly got up to hold his hand, shook it vigorously, and said politely: "Hello, Comrade Runev. I am planning to go to your office to see you after receiving Comrade Abakumov’s inquiry. Yes, I didn't expect you to come first."

When Lunev heard me say this, he seemed surprised. He looked at Abakumov and asked: "Comrade Chief, may I know what you want to ask General Oshanina when you call here?"

"That's it, Comrade Lunev." Facing the first deputy minister of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, Abakumov said very politely: "We learned from a piece of German military documents that we captured in June 1942. At the time of the month, they once captured a female commander. We speculated that this person might be General Oshanina, so we called her here to ask."

"Comrade Abakumov," Lunev let go of my hand, walked to Abakumov's front, and asked with a serious expression: "You want to review General Oshanina, have you asked Stalin and Bailey? Comrade Ya has asked for instructions?"

"Comrade Deputy Minister," Abakumov heard Lunev's questioning, and said impatiently: "This is the responsibility of our Anti-Spy Directorate, and there is no need to ask for instructions in advance. Sorry, we are in the process of inquiring, please Avoid it first."

"You..." Lunev pointed at Abakumov with his fingers, and was a little speechless: "You wait...you wait for me..." After speaking, he walked away.

Seeing that Lunev was beaten away, my heart suddenly began to panic. It turned out that Abakumov and the others interrogated me privately. If they tortured me later, I would honestly confess. Still carry it to the end? However, the officers who were captured with me were all shot to death by the Germans. It should be considered deadly and without evidence. I still chose to kill and not admit that I had been captured.

"Okay, your backer is gone." Abakumov sneered and said to me: "General Oshanina, I advise you to cooperate with us and honestly tell your experience of being captured. otherwise…"

"Otherwise?" I looked at him contemptuously, and said coldly: "Are you going to convict me casually based on one or two vague records in German military documents?"

"Pop!" Abakumov dropped the folder on the table in front of me, and said viciously: "Do you think you don't admit it, but we can't do anything about you? We have many ways to make you honest Bring out what we need on the spot."

"Comrade Abakumov, are you planning to succumb to a move?" I said without relenting: "I believe that no one will believe the confession you will hand in at that time."

Just as we were facing each other, the phone rang by the wall suddenly rang. The officer walked over and picked up the phone and listened for a moment. An expression of horror suddenly appeared on his face. He extended the microphone to Abakumov and said, "It's Comrade Beria's call."

Abakumov took the microphone and pressed it to his ear, and just said: "I am Abakumov..." Then I heard a series of roars in the receiver because the other party spoke too quickly. , I did not hear the specific content, but from Abakumov’s constantly changing face, I knew he was being reprimanded.

After a long time, he put down the phone, walked back to me, and said weakly, "Well, General Oshanina, there is nothing for you here, you can go back."

I stood up, dusted the non-existent dust on my clothes, snorted at Abakumov, turned and walked out of the meeting room.

As I walked outwards along the corridor, I was still thinking, could it be that Lunev went to inform me that Beria’s call to relieve the siege came in such a timely manner? But on second thought, it was not like it, because Lunev had only left the conference room for a few minutes, and it was estimated that he hadn't walked to his own office. How could he call and inform Beria.

When I walked out of the Ministry of Internal Affairs building with this question, the glass in the back of a black car parked on the side of the road was shaken, revealing Rokosovsky’s familiar face. He waved at me and said, "Lida, come here!"

After I got in the car, I asked Rokosovsky curiously: "Comrade Marshal, how do you know that I am here?"

"After you and the officer left, I also went out of the cafe. I happened to see that the license plate of the car belonged to the Ministry of Internal Affairs. I murmured at that time. I thought Zhukov was looking for you. How could I use the car from the Ministry of Internal Affairs? Rokosovsky explained to me: "So I called Zhukov ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ to find out that he had never looked for you. He learned that you were taken away by someone from the Ministry of Internal Affairs. , While arranging for someone to drive to meet me, while reporting the incident to Comrade Stalin."

"It turned out to be like this," I realized after listening to Rokosovsky's explanation. "No wonder Beria's call came in such a timely manner. If it is a little later, maybe I will be sent to the interrogation room. "

"Abakumov tricked you into here, what's the matter?" Rokosovsky asked curiously.

After I briefly introduced the matter to Rokosovsky, I asked curiously: "Comrade Marshal, where shall we go next?"

"Go to the staff headquarters, this time Zhukov and Vasilevsky want to see us." After Rokosovsky said, he ordered the driver sitting in the front row, "Drive, go to the staff headquarters!"

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