Red Moscow

"Misha, what's wrong with Misha?" Zhukov asked.

"Comrade Marshal," Malinen said in a serious tone: "Misha was attacked by bandits..."

"I know about this." Ma Lining couldn't help but feel stunned when he heard what Zhukov said. He secretly wondered what was going on. Did the news of Misha's injury reach Moscow so quickly? Just listen to Zhukov continue: "Didn't you once report to me that the train Misha was traveling on was attacked by bandits on the way from Budapest to Vienna. Fortunately, you sent troops to rescue in time, and he successfully arrived in Vienna. . You have already reported this matter, why did you call me specifically to talk about it? "

Ma Linin heard a trace of anger in Zhukov's tone and hurriedly explained: "Comrade Marshal, when I said Misha was attacked, I was not talking about yesterday, but today. To be precise, it was what happened an hour or two ago. ”

"What, Misha was attacked again. Why is he so unlucky? This kind of thing always happens to him." After nagging for a few words, Zhukov asked directly: "Is he injured?"

"Both were shot in the chest and abdomen, and one of the bullets was only a few millimeters away from the heart." Ma Linin reported to Zhukov: "I asked the hospital director, and he said that the operation is very dangerous, and Misha might not be able to do it. Operating table."

"What the hell is going on?" Zhukov learned that Sokov was seriously injured. He was so angry that he slapped the table several times and asked sternly: "Malinen, tell me, Misha is fine, how could he suffer?" What about those injured in the attack?”

"Comrade Marshal, please listen to my explanation." Ma Lining took advantage of the gap between Zhukov's words and quickly explained the cause and effect of the matter to Zhukov in detail, and finally said: "I have asked the hospital director to organize elite troops to attack Misha Carry out rescue operations and be sure to revive him.”

Zhukov fell weakly into his seat and said in a heavy tone: "You reported to me yesterday that the train Misha was traveling on was attacked, but he was protected by several guards and was not harmed by the gangsters. I I was still thinking that he was really lucky. Who would have thought that something so big would happen to him just one day later.”

After a moment of pause, Zhukov suddenly thought of Vasergov whom he had arranged next to Sokov, and quickly asked: "By the way, where is Major Vasergov? Where was he when Mischa was injured?" ?”

"Comrade Marshal, as I just said, when Vaserigov was protecting Misha and moving, he was shot by the enemy's submachine gun and was unfortunately wounded." Malinin said to Zhukov: "My adjutant O was also injured at the same time. Lieutenant Colonel Nishenko, you know them, but their injuries were not serious and they woke up soon after the operation."

"Ma Lining, I beg you, you must find a way to revive Misha, do you understand?"

"I know, Comrade Marshal." Malinin naturally knew Zhukov's preference for Sokov. If something happened to Sokov, I'm afraid Zhukov would also feel sad. He quickly assured the other party, "What's the latest here?" I will report the news to you in time."

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Sokov felt like he was in an underground passage. He was at a fork in the road. There were roads on all sides, but they were all pitch black. He didn't know which direction to go.

Where is this? Sokov was a little anxious. Not long ago, his convoy was attacked by unknown persons. Major Vaserigov and Lieutenant Colonel Onischenko held him on the left and right, and ran into the forest. It seemed that someone appeared on the opposite side. A man wearing a German uniform held an MP40 submachine gun in his hand and shot himself.

While he was thinking wildly, Sokov suddenly saw a glimmer of light in front of him. He couldn't help but feel overjoyed and hurried over.

He was worried that the light would suddenly disappear and plunge him into darkness again. He ran towards the light as quickly as possible, risking tripping over debris on the ground.

I don’t know how long he ran, but the distance between him and the bright light never seemed to shorten. Sokov couldn’t help but feel a chill in his heart. He thought to himself that the bright light was a mirage that could be seen but not touched. Otherwise, why did he not run away after running for a long time? How about going to a place with light?

Just when Sokov was about to fall into despair, suddenly a light suddenly opened up in front of him, and he came into a forest from the dark underground passage.

A dozen meters away, a group of men and women wearing Soviet uniforms were talking and laughing around two open jeeps.

A young man wearing a major's military uniform standing next to the car suddenly turned his head and said to Sokov: "Misha, why did you just come out? We have been waiting for you for a long time!"

After Sokov saw the other person's face clearly, he was stunned and couldn't help but uttered a name: "Anton Khabarov, is that you?"

"Nonsense, of course it's me." The man named Anton Khabarov said impatiently: "Just as we were walking, you disappeared, and we went back to look for you, but it took us a long time to find you. But no trace of you was found.”

"Yes, Misha. Where did you come out of here?" asked another man wearing a captain's uniform next to Khabarov.

Sokov recognized this man as his later friend Alexander Kononets. Back then, he followed a few of them to explore underground fortifications. As a result, he inexplicably appeared in the town of Khimki during the Great Patriotic War and participated in the This war, and became a general. But how did these friends of mine come to this era?

With this question, Sokov asked: "How did you come to this era?"

Hearing Sokov's question, the people standing next to the jeep stopped talking, and everyone turned their attention to Sokov, as if they were looking at some monster.

I don't know who took the lead in laughing, and soon there was laughter all around.

Khabarov raised his hand and patted Sokov on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Misha, have you stayed in the underground fortifications for too long, and you have become stupid. How did we come to this era? Yes, of course our parents gave birth to us and raised us to this size.”

Sokov felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't figure it out for a while. After listening to Khabarov's words, he called the other party's nickname and asked cautiously: "Anton, what day is it today?"

"May 9th?"

"What year?"

Khabarov raised his hand and touched Sokov's forehead, and said to himself: "You don't have a fever, so why are you talking nonsense?" However, he truthfully told the answer Sokov wanted to know, "2018."

Oh my god. Sokov was stunned when he heard the time mentioned by Khabarov. He had traveled back to modern times. Could it be that everything he experienced during the Great Patriotic War was just a long dream?

"Misha, don't be in a daze." Khabarov raised his hand and pushed Sokov on the shoulder: "Hurry up and get in the car, we should go home."

Sokov slowly climbed into the back of the jeep and handed the Mosin-Nagant rifle he still held in his hand to Khabarov.

After taking the rifle, Khabarov opened the trunk and put it in. Then he got into the passenger seat and said to Alexander Kononetz next to him: "Alexander, drive, we should go back to the city."

The vehicle soon entered the city. Seeing the busy traffic on the streets, the modern buildings on both sides of the road, and the colorful flags planted to celebrate the festival, Sokov finally understood that he had really returned to modern times.

I tried every means to return to modern times, but failed. But unexpectedly, when he planned to live a normal life in that era, he would inexplicably return to modern times.

"Misha," Khabarov turned to Sokov and said, "Not only will there be a performance in Victory Square tonight, but there will also be fireworks. Will you come with us?"

"No, no." Sokov just wanted to return to his residence quickly and figure out what happened, so he politely rejected Khabarov's kindness: "I'm a little tired today and want to go back and rest. "

Seeing that Sokov did not go to Victory Square, Khabarov said regretfully: "That is such a pity."

After the jeep took Sokov downstairs to his residence, Khabarov asked again: "Misha, you really don't want to go?"

"Well, I won't go, you guys have fun."

After the jeep drove away, Sokov turned and walked into the unit door.

He took the elevator to the floor where he lived, opened the door with the password, and walked into the room.

The furnishings in the room were still the same as when he left.

He came to the table, turned on the computer, and first checked the time.

Sure enough, the time displayed in the lower right corner was indeed May 9, 2018, which exactly matched the time Khabarov told him.

He sat in front of the computer in a daze for a while, and then began to search for information about "Sokov".

As a result, the query results showed that no information related to "Sokov" was found.

Sokov was unwilling to give in and entered Yakov's name again, wanting to know his fate.

The results of the query were quickly displayed: "Yakov Dzhugashvili, a Georgian, was the eldest son of Joseph Vissarionovich Stalin and Ekaterina Svanidze. In 1941 He was captured by Germany during the Patriotic War. In 1943, Mustache tried to exchange Yakov for the German Marshal Paulus who was captured in Stalingrad, but Stalin refused. Stalin justly asked the Red Cross of the neutral country to tell him. Mustache: 'I wouldn't trade a marshal for a soldier.' Yakov died in a prisoner of war camp on April 13, 1943."

After reading what was on the computer screen, Sokov couldn't help but take a breath and thought to himself, what on earth is going on? Was everything he experienced during the Great Patriotic War just a long dream he had in the underground fortifications? But this dream is a bit too real.

In that dream, he and Yakov became best friends. The advanced weapons he provided to him allowed him to win one battle after another on the battlefield. Moreover, he was married to a female military doctor named Asiya. If not for some accident, the child would have been born long ago.

Just like that, Sokov sat in front of the computer in a daze, not even noticing that the sky outside had darkened.

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and Sokov quickly stood up. When he was about to open the door, he found that the room was dark. He quickly turned on the lights in the room, then walked to the door and opened it.

Standing outside the door was a young girl wearing an old-fashioned Soviet uniform. Her name was Anna. She was Sokov's good friend and she was also going on an adventure together today.

"Anna," Sokov asked with a smile on his face, "What's the matter?"

Anna handed over a mobile phone: "Misha, you forgot your mobile phone with me."

Sokof remembered that before entering the underground fortification today, Khabarov was worried about some unknown danger inside, so he asked the girls who were accompanying him to wait outside, and only a group of men entered the underground fortification. Before entering, Sokov was worried that if he accidentally lost his mobile phone, it would be a big mistake, so he gave the mobile phone to Anna for safekeeping. As a result, when he just got home, he forgot about it completely and didn't ask Anna for the mobile phone.

"Anna, thank you so much." Sokov took the phone, expressed his gratitude to Anna, and asked curiously: "Why didn't you go to Victory Square with them to watch the fireworks?"

"Oh, don't mention it." Anna shook her head and said: "They walked halfway and met a place where they could drink beer for free, so they changed their minds and went there to drink beer. They were so happy to drink at this time, and they probably wouldn't go to Victory Square again. I found your mobile phone is still here with me, and I was worried that someone would call you, so I hurried to send it to you."

After Anna walked into the room, she went directly to the kitchen to prepare to boil water for tea.

Sokof took the opportunity to check his mobile phone to see if anyone called him.

As a result, there were more than 100 missed calls, half of which were from his employee Aksara.

He was worried that the other party had something important to say, so he quickly called back.

After the call was connected, Sokov asked cautiously: "Aksara, you called me, what's the matter?"

"Misha." Aksara said: "I have something at home, I need to go back to Odessa as soon as possible, so I called you for advice. But I didn't know that your phone was always unreachable."

Sokov heard that Aksara's voice was very noisy, so he asked tentatively: "Where are you now?"

"I'm on the train," Aksara said loudly: "I saw that I couldn't contact you, so I bought a ticket and set off. Now I'm about to arrive in Kiev."

"How long do you plan to stay back?"

"One week." Aksara vowed: "At most one week, I will return to Moscow."

Sokov didn't believe Aksara's statement. The fur he was running had entered the off-season since May, and it would not get better until the end of August. Aksara said that something happened at home, maybe she went back for vacation, and it was good to see her in August.

But Sokov saw through it but didn't say anything, instead he asked politely: "Do you have enough money? Do you want me to advance you some of it?"

"Okay, okay." Aksara called Sokov for two reasons: first, to ask for leave, and second, to advance her salary: "Then advance me two thousand dollars first."

After Sokov hung up the phone, he transferred two thousand dollars to Aksara's bank card.

Anna came out of the kitchen and asked with a smile: "Misha, did your subordinate Aksara ask for advice again?"

"Yes." Sokov nodded: "She should have gone back for vacation, I hope she can return to Moscow in August."

"Misha, anyway, it's the off-season from now on." Anna looked at Sokov and asked: "How about we go out for a trip for a while?"