Chapter 25

I don't remember how I finished, how I walked down the aisle to my last row in the distance. I didn't wake up until I was in my seat. I mechanically shook hands with the officers who reached for me from the left and right seats.

On the podium, there was another speaker. He was also a general. He should be a general in a certain front army. But I didn't understand what he said. To tell you the truth, everything he said was a series of meaningless foreign language words to me. I was still immersed in the memory of what I had just gone through, I haven't felt the great relief that I felt after a few minutes.

As I sat in my seat, I gradually recalled what I said later. First of all, I made a detailed elaboration on the formulation of "exchanging space for time": the more places occupied by the German army, the longer its logistics supply line. In order to prevent the endless harassment of our guerrillas and ensure that ammunition supply can be sent to the front line and the wounded can safely return to the rear, it is necessary for them to deploy troops from the offensive forces on the front line to protect their own logistics supply line. In this way, their forces in the front will be reduced, and the offensive momentum will be weakened. By the time the offensive troops arrived at the foot of Moscow, there was no more power to launch a strong offensive.

Then I emphasized the importance of carrying out guerrilla warfare in the enemy's rear. I proposed that the scattered troops should be reorganized into guerrillas, and the guerrilla warfare of small and unobtrusive troops should be carried out on the spot. This restrained the German army, cooperated with our army's frontal battlefield operations, attacked the weak defensive areas of the German army, and made it impossible for the enemy to take care of one thing and lose the other, Tomorrow, we will destroy a patrol so that the enemy will not have a day's peace and anxiety. We will turn small victories into big victories and take the initiative in the war in our hands

A burst of thunderous applause woke me up. When I looked on the stage, I found that Stalin didn't know when he had stood in front of the platform and was making a summary of today's meeting. I can't understand what he said. My thoughts are still stuck in the historical conclusion recited on the stage just now, which shocked everyone present. In this case, I have completely lost the ability to understand Russian. What I heard was a series of Russian Sentences with a Georgia accent.

As soon as the meeting was over, I, who was closest to the door, took the lead out of the door and ran into the cloakroom to get my clothes. Before I could get out the number plate, the sergeant had already taken off my uniform. When she handed me the clothes, she whispered, "you are so amazing, you have the courage to speak on stage, even Comrade Stalin has spoken to you..." before she finished, a large group of officers came, and I took the opportunity to leave here with my clothes in my arms.

Although the temperature outside was very low, I came out of the warm hall and didn't seem to feel the cold. I just held my coat in my arms and walked across the square to the guard room at the exit of the Kremlin.

There is a big table at the door of the police room, which is full of various types of pistols. The lieutenant who keeps the guns for us is sitting at the table, and there are more than ten guards in his body. I went to the table, took out the certificate for the gun and gave it to the lieutenant. He took it and looked at it. Then he quickly found the one that belonged to me from the guns on the table.

I took the pistol, put it in the holster and buttoned it. Then I took out the temporary pass and asked the lieutenant, "well, what about this temporary pass? Do you want it back? "

"No, the temporary pass is only valid for one day. It will be invalid tomorrow. You can throw it away, and you can stay as a souvenir. "

"Rita." Someone called my name at the back. Looking back, it turned out that it was major general cholohov and Korolev. They were coming towards me. It was Korolev who called me. As he went through the procedure of getting the gun, he said happily: "your performance on the stage today is really good. I didn't expect you to see things so thoroughly. This time, we have made a big splash in Leningrad's front army, ha ha. "

After receiving the weapons, the officers of other front forces around also came to greet me, shook hands and said a few words. Just as I was overwhelmed, a stern voice came from behind: "who is lieutenant o'shanina?"

I looked back and asked a colonel in a brand-new military coat. Behind him were two soldiers with submachine guns on their chests. They came to me with neat steps.

"What do you want with lieutenant o'shanina?" Major general jorlokhov, who had never spoken to me, suddenly asked, "who are you?"

"Colonel bezikov, commander of the first battalion of the Central Guard Corps." The Colonel replied dryly, "by order of the superior, let lieutenant oshanina come with us."

Perhaps it was the great purge a few years ago that frightened everyone. After listening to the Colonel's words, the major general immediately closed his mouth, and the people around him, including those wearing the rank of lieutenant general and general, were also silent. Only Korolev looked worried and looked at me anxiously, with an expression of desire and silence.

Bezikov made a gesture of invitation to me. Then he took the lead to the guard room. I put my coat on my right arm and followed. Two soldiers with guns followed me. While I was walking, I was still thinking. I didn't know how the superior would deal with me. Would they send me to Siberia to dig coal, or would they drag me to a place where there were no people to shoot me? Didn't I just say a few words of truth in public, so I could use such extreme means to deal with me? But I'm not a fool. I won't wait to die. Even if I die, I have to pull a few cushions. With this in mind, under the cover of the military coat, my hand secretly untied the holster and grasped the cold handle of the gun to ensure that I could draw the gun at any time.

Bezikov walked along the long corridor without saying a word. I looked at the rank on his shoulder and thought: the rank of the guard regiment is really high. The battalion commander is a colonel, and the commander is at least a general. Later, if it turns out that the situation is not right, I will turn around and knock down the two soldiers behind me, and then shoot at bezikov. Even if they are killed by random guns, it's better than being slaughtered. Just thinking about it, bezikov in front of me stopped. I couldn't stop and bumped into him. He took my shoulder and said with a gentle smile, "honey, be careful." Without waiting for me to speak, he pushed aside a door and said, "here it is. Go in." I looked carefully through the open door and saw a camera on a tripod in the middle of the room. A white cloth was pulled against the wall and a bench was under the cloth. I've been looking around for a long time. It's like a photo room, isn't it“ Please go in Bezikov said to me again, "I'll take a picture of you and you can leave." Then he said to the two soldiers behind him, "you are at the door." It turned out to be a photograph. I thought what I said on the platform just now infuriated someone. I'm going to settle my account in the future. I wiped the sweat from my head and stepped into the room. Behind the door sat a photographer wearing the rank of first-class soldier. Seeing us go in, he got up and saluted us. After the photo, bzikov sent me out with two more soldiers. When I went back to the door of the police office, I felt that my underwear was wet with sweat. Seeing that Korolev was still waiting there alone, I was so excited that I speeded up my pace and ran to him, shouting excitedly, "Uncle Bavier." I quickly ran to his side, stopped, just want to speak, "Wu ~ ~" A sudden alarm went off. I looked around in surprise. What's the matter? Did an enemy break into the Kremlin? Bzikov's voice came from behind: "attention! Air raid alert! Let's go to the nearby air raid shelter to hide! "