Chapter 36

For the next few hours, although I was sitting in the tent for the meeting, I was absent-minded. As a rule, every time I'm distracted, my Russian Listening will almost automatically return to zero.

I watched in a daze as the cavalry commander and Colonel polosucci took turns to stand up and speak. Zhukov and rokosovsky explained their views after their speeches. What they said reached my ears and turned into a bunch of meaningless foreign language words.

When major general panfeiluofu stood up to speak, I finally regained my concentration. This man from Central Asia and Western Asia, with a Ren Dan beard, looks like a Japanese bandit. This aroused my interest in him. He could barely understand what he said. He said slowly: "my division is full of vitality. There are 15000 people there. It is made up of the old system, and the commanders are selected, Political workers are all activists in Kazakhstan. We are going to fight! "

His speech soon ended, and I was a little absent-minded again. I stared at his moustache, which looked particularly annoying. I thought if I was not a major general of the Soviet army, but a ferocious Japanese pirates in front of me, would I just take out a pistol and shoot him in the head.

"Rita!" It seemed that someone was calling my name. I looked around and didn't find the speaker“ Rita! " Zhukov's voice came clearly, and I came back to myself. It turned out that this general was calling me, "Rita, what are you doing? It's time for us to go." He said it with some displeasure in his voice, then stood up and shook hands with rokosovsky, who stood up at the same time.

Zhukov and I went out of the tent, and we came out with colonel borosushi. I looked at him in surprise and thought: what's he doing with us?

Just as I was guessing, Zhukov, who was already in the car, poked his head out of the window and said, "Colonel borosushi, get in the car and go. Take us to your defense line."

On hearing this, I quickly opened the door and asked Colonel borosushi to get on. He said very politely: "honey, how can I get on the bus first? You are a lady, or after you Since he said that, I was not polite, so I got into the car, sat down and moved to the other side to make room for him. When he got in, he sat down next to me and closed the door.

Under the direction of the colonel, the car quickly drove to a position nearby. Through the window, I saw a lot of people in civilian clothes in the trench were nervously digging the fortifications. As soon as we got out of the car, a lieutenant commander climbed out of the trench and ran towards us. In front of us, a man saluted and reported to Zhukov in a loud voice, "Comrade General, the 230th preparatory training regiment is guarding the position. All of them are moscoks."

Zhukov looked left and right, then raised his voice and said in a loud voice, "Hello, muscovite!"

Hearing his voice, all the people stopped their work, turned their eyes on him, and answered neatly, "Hello! Comrade General. "

Zhukov, accompanied by us, walked along the trench, looking at the soldiers in civilian clothes in the trench. As he walked, he asked, "where did these people come from?"

Hearing his question, the commander quickly stepped forward and introduced to him, "mainly the workers from the sickle and hammer factory." He pointed to one of the nearest fighters and said, "this is engineer grigliev." The old man standing in the trench heard the lieutenant commander introducing himself to the senior commander, took off the presbyopia glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said to Zhukov in an ordinary voice: "Hello! Comrade General. "

"Hello Zhukov nodded to him and went on.

"This is the senior electrician in the factory." With the introduction of the colonel, the middle-aged man standing in the trench and shovel was coming to attention, and in a passionate tone of voice, respectfully, he said, "Hello, general Comrade."

"These are the workers in the sand turning workshop. They are also from the sickle and hammer factory." The soldiers came to attention and looked at the general passing in front of them with reverent eyes.

"This is paplov and his son." When the commander introduced the father and son soldiers, the young man flushed with excitement and looked up at us. And when the father, but some embarrassed to bow his head.

Zhukov stopped, squatted down, and asked the old man with great interest, "are you from Moscow?"

"Absolutely right, Comrade General!" Zhukov's approachability relieved his nervousness. He looked up excitedly at the general in front of him.

"How's the mood?" Zhukov continued.

"Full of fighting spirit, Comrade General! However, "he looked at his son in embarrassment and said hesitantly," the monitor just now wants to drive us old men away. Look at this... "

"Who is this?" Zhukov digs away and points to the young man next to him. I can't help but laugh. Zhukov, I know what he is asking. Just now, the commander has introduced us that this is the father and son of Pavlov, and the one next to him must be his son.

The old man turned to look at his son, who was embarrassed to touch the back of his head, and replied with pride, "my son, Pavlov, has just been promoted and become a first-class soldier today." At this point, he stopped for a moment, and then said with some embarrassment: "but you see, I still... Or..." "ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha Zhukovlang laughed. Although the old man didn't finish what he said, he understood the old man's meaning. He patted him on the shoulder and said, "it's OK, old man. After this battle, I'll ask you to be a sergeant. I'll take care of it myself." With that, Zhukov stood up and went on. I heard the old man in the trench say to his son, "do you hear me? Chief, Comrade General said it himself. "“ What flag is that? " Not far ahead, Zhukov suddenly stopped and asked, pointing to a flag in the trench in front of him. I looked in the direction of his finger. It was a dark brown double headed eagle flag. It didn't look like the flag of the Soviet army“ Comrade general, it was the banner of the Moscow militia in 1812. "Upon hearing Zhukov's question, Colonel borosushi stepped forward and explained to him," it was taken from the borojino war museum this morning. I want these glorious flags to protect them. "“ Well, that's a good idea. " Zhukov nodded and agreed: "hope can bring luck to the troops in the battle." After inspecting the position, Zhukov shook hands with colonel borosushi to say goodbye. But I saw the Colonel cast a glance at Zhukov, in which a sort of nervous look flashed. But I quickly denied myself: I must have been dazzled, and the colonel was not a man on the first day of battle. He should not show such a fear. The Colonel made an unexpected gesture, as if to keep Zhukov, and confirmed his action with the following words“ I can... Ask you, senior general,... Can you grant me a request? " I began to despise him in my heart. Did he want to ask Zhukov to transfer him to the rear and let others command the army? You know, Zhukov's character is impossible to agree to him“ Do you have any problems with... " Zhukov's tone was very severe, and his address changed from "you" to "you"“ There's a soldier getting married tonight, "the Colonel asked hesitantly." I hope you can stay for the wedding. "“ Soldiers marry? " Zhukov asked in surprise. I was also surprised to hear him say that before the battle was about to start, there were soldiers who wanted to get married. Would Zhukov agree“ It's an Azerbaijani soldier, "said the colonel, fearing that Zhukov would interrupt him." there's a company of Azerbaijanis in the division. They all followed you in Nomenkan and taught the Japanese a lesson... "" got it. " Without waiting for the colonel to finish, Zhukov readily agreed: "since they are all old comrades in arms who fought with the Japanese in Nomenkan. Then, I must attend this wedding. "