Burning Moscow

When Meletskov got up to make a call, everyone in the command headquarters was busy except me, the combat staff. In the past, when Meretskov called the Supreme Commander, everyone in the room tried to keep quiet. In this case, as long as I stand a little closer to him, I can clearly hear the conversation between him and Stalin. . At this moment, the headquarters is bustling like a vegetable market. The officers who come to send reports to their superiors go back and forth. The reports and the conversations between the superiors and superiors are endless. If you want to hear the content of the phone call, it is obviously not. Possibly, so I had to stand in front of the map boringly, talking gossip with the other two colleagues in the combat department.

It took at least half an hour for Meletskov's phone call to end. When he walked back to the table, the expression on his face looked very serious. Stelimach, who had just received a stack of battle reports, immediately put the battle reports in his hands on the table and asked with concern: "Comrade Commander, what did Comrade Stalin say?"

Although Stelimach's voice was not high, the room suddenly became quiet as soon as he spoke. Everyone turned their eyes to Meretskov and quietly waited for his answer.

Meretskov slowly got into his seat, asked for a cigarette from the military commissar Zaporozhez who was sitting next to him, and after lighting up a puff, he said slowly, "Let Leningrad The Neva cluster of the front army had just agreed to the plan for crossing the river. However, because of their insufficient advance preparation and serious shortage of river crossing equipment, and the assembly of troops was not completed, the river crossing operation could not be carried out within five hours. The Leningrad Front Army’s coordinated operations will at least wait until after seven o’clock in the evening."

"What? The Battle of Signavino we launched has entered the third day, but the Neva group that is preparing to join us is not even ready for troops and river crossing ships?" Stelimach asked in surprise: "Leninger What has the commander of the Le Front Army been doing these days, watching the excitement across the Neva River?"

"Comrade Chief of Staff, stop talking about these things that are not conducive to unity. Perhaps in their minds, they never thought that our troops outside Leningrad could help them open the German siege." Meletskov Stopped Stelimach from continuing to complain, stood up and said to the military commissar: "Comrade Zaporozhez. I have handed over the headquarters to you and the chief of staff, and I will go to the frontline troops."

Zaporozhec stood up and said with concern: "Commander, I will arrange a guard for you."

"Thank you, Comrade Military Commissioner. Don't have too many people, one platoon of guards is enough."

Meretskov put the big brimmed hat on the table on his head, stood up and looked around, then pointed at me, who was standing by the wall, and said, "Lida, you go and prepare. Come on. Accompany me to the headquarters of the 8th Army later."

I quickly agreed. Turned to leave the headquarters. Go straight to the room where the combat area is located. Pushing open the door, I saw a busy scene in the room, some of the dozen or so staff members were making calls and some were sorting out the battle reports. Too busy. I stood at the door for a while, grabbed a captain's staff officer who was about to go out, and asked, "Comrade Captain, where is the weapon?"

"Weapon?" The captain was taken aback by my sudden question. Then he stared at the holster around my waist and said in confusion, "Aren't you wearing a pistol?"

I don’t think he understood what I mean, so he quickly explained: “I’m going to accompany Comrade Commander to the forefront, just with a pistol. I’m not at ease. Are there any long weapons in the combat department? No submachine guns, rifles. also."

After the captain figured out what I meant, he turned to the corner and said: "Go there and have a look, there are submachine guns and rifles. You can choose whatever weapon you have at your fingertips." After speaking, he walked out from me sideways. The house.

I walked to the gun stand in the corner of the house and saw the submachine guns and rifles on them. After thinking about it, I felt that I should take the submachine gun more firmly. At least when I encounter the enemy, I won't suffer any loss in firepower. After putting the gun on my shoulder, I opened the wooden box stacked next to me, took a round drum from it, and put it in the briefcase I carried.

I carried my gun back to the door of the headquarters, and was about to go inside, when I met Semenov who was walking outside. He saw me, blocked my way, and said, "Comrade commander, chief of staff, and military commissar have all gone to the door. You should also go look for them."

I quickly turned around and trot out to the outside. In the three days since the campaign, I have never left the headquarters except for eating and going to the toilet. As soon as I left the house suddenly, the strong sunlight outside immediately made me unable to open my eyes. I closed my eyes, covered them with my hands, and stood there for a while. After I felt adjusted to the light outside, I opened my eyes again. A jeep and two trucks were parked at the door. Meretskov, the chief of staff, and the military commissar were standing next to the jeep and talking. Under the other two trucks, there were a group of soldiers standing on each side, and they should have come to serve as guards for us.

At this time, an officer came to me, saluted me, and said politely: "Hello, Major Oshanina, I didn't expect that we would meet again soon."

I took a closer look at the officer in front of me, and my heart beat quickly. This officer was not someone else, but Lieutenant Turchinov, the chief of the Secret Service who almost shot me. But I quickly stabilized my emotions. After all, there are people like Meletkov, Zhukov, Fejuninsky, and others, and he doesn't dare to do anything to me. To be honest, although I can't wait to draw a gun and crash him, but at this moment I still have to make false claims with him. As the saying goes, there are multiple friends and multiple paths, multiple enemies and multiple walls. Although Turchinov’s military rank is lower than mine, it is not easy to offend the people of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, because maybe I will have the handle in their hands. If they deliberately want to deal with me, then I Will be in danger again.

I tried to squeeze a smile on my face and said politely: "Hello, Lieutenant Turchinov, I didn't expect to meet you again here. Where are you going?"

He might not have thought that I would be so polite to him. He hesitated and replied with a smile: "I am instructed to protect Comrade Commander from the Eighth Army Headquarters. Comrade Major, are you traveling with the Commander?"

"Lida," at this moment, Meretskov, standing next to the jeep in the distance, suddenly called me: "What are you still standing there for? Come here, we're going to leave."

I hurriedly said to Turchinov for this reason: "Yes, Comrade Lieutenant, you guessed it right. Comrade Commander specifically asked me to accompany him to the headquarters of the Eighth Army. Then I will go first and wait until See you somewhere." After speaking, he trot towards Meretskov without looking back.

I ran to the jeep, opened the door on the left side of the rear, and made a gesture of inviting Meretskov, who was saying goodbye to the chief of staff and military commissar. Meretskov told the two of them a few more words before getting into the jeep through the open door. I closed the car door and was about to go from the back of the car to the position of the co-pilot, but Meletkov stopped him, and he told me: "Lida, you also sit behind."

With some guilty conscience, I looked back at Stelimach and Zaporozhez who were standing next to them. Seeing that they hadn't made any objections, I gritted my teeth and opened the car door and sat beside Meletskov.

The headquarters of the Eighth Army is only a dozen kilometers away from us. Although the distance is not far, because we are driving on the road in Shuchaipu, the speed cannot be increased.

After the car drove a certain distance, Meretskov suddenly said: "Lida, do you know why Comrade Stalin asked you about the battle plan on the phone these few times?"

I really haven’t considered his question. I only thought that Stalin would ask me to report to him on my next deployment in the role of commander of the front. As for why he asked such a question, I was really not careful. Thought about it. Because I couldn't answer Meletskov's question, I had no choice but to shook my head honestly, saying that I didn't know.

Meletskov didn’t sell it, and said straightforwardly: "Comrade Stalin asked you to serve as a staff officer in my headquarters. The real intention is to allow you to accumulate a little experience as a staff officer, and the other is to take a look at us. How high-level commanders command large-scale battles. Don’t underestimate your short experience in the front army headquarters. You will benefit a lot in the future."

Hearing what he said, I was silent. I understand that he must be correct to say this ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ After all, his age and experience are there, he has crossed more bridges than I have traveled, and the height of the problem is beyond my reach.

We soon saw the marching troops on Shuchai Road. Because the forests on both sides were muddy and muddy, the infantry could only walk on this narrow firewood road, and our speed immediately slowed down.

There was a convoy carrying the wounded oncoming. In front of the convoy was a few trucks, followed by a long string of carriages. Our driver drove the car to a log platform paved by the road to make way for the convoy of the wounded.

Meletskov poked his head out of the car window and asked loudly, "Hey, comrades, which part are you from?"

A truck just passing by the car stopped, and the driver poked his head out and replied: "Report Comrade General, we are from the 8th Army Transport Team. We are transporting the wounded of the 19th Guards Division to the Front Army Hospital. Would you please Instructions!"

Meretskov waved his hand and said, "You guys keep going."

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