Chapter 60

That night, I stayed in rokosovsky's headquarters and talked with him all night, listening to him explain to me what kind of commander is the best commander.

As soon as the topic of this aspect was opened, he kept on talking, so that I couldn't even find the opportunity to interrupt. He said with great interest: "in the battlefield, many things depend on the behavior of the commander. He should have great perseverance and sense of responsibility, and be good at overcoming the fear of death. Where he is needed and where he is needed to boost morale, he should be where he should be, even where he should not be In the current situation, excellent commanders are the most valuable. Soldiers trust them and need to complete the most arduous tasks under their leadership to build meritorious deeds. Only under their leadership can the combat effectiveness of all units be improved. I hope that under the leadership of some of these commanders, the combat effectiveness of the troops has been strengthened hour by hour, not day by day. Only in this way can we launch an organized and tenacious battle with the enemy, whether in attack, defense or retreat. "

"Do you think there are many such commanders in the 16th army?" While he was drinking from a glass teacup with a silver cup holder, I chipped in.

"Many of the commanders of the 16th army graduated from the Military Academy of vorongze." When he said this, he flashed a proud expression on his face, but then said with regret, "but when it comes to excellent commanders, I'm very sorry to tell you that there are really not many in the 16th group army, at least among the officers who graduated from these regular colleges and universities."

When I heard him say this, I thought to myself that there were many excellent commanders in the Soviet army, but the marshals and generals who had experienced many battles, made outstanding achievements, had rich combat experience and excellent command ability were washed out in the Great Purge movement a few years ago. Those excellent commanders, who did not fall under the enemy's butcher's knife, were executed indiscriminately by Stalin. This is simply self destruction of the Great Wall.

"What are you thinking, Rita?" Maybe you see me in a daze, rokosovsky asked curiously.

"I was thinking," when I said this, I hesitated for a moment, but fortunately there was no outsider, I said what I wanted to say: "I was thinking that if marshal Tukhachevsky and many generals who participated in the first World War and the domestic revolutionary war were alive, they would lead our army to fight against the German devils, Will we lose as badly as we do now? "

My words made him silent. After all, this is a sensitive topic. Even as a general, he dare not touch it easily. After a short silence, he raised his hand and looked at his watch. His face was surprised and said, "Oh, it's so late!" Then he said to me, "it's getting late. You can have a rest early. We'll continue to talk when we have time." Then he stood up and ran away without looking back.

After he left, I pulled up the curtain, took off my uniform, and lay down on the March bed specially prepared for me, covering my head with a blanket and sleeping.

In the early morning, I was woken up by the busy people outside the curtain. I quickly put on my clothes, got up, opened the curtain and went out. After greeting the people in the room one by one, I carried a paper bag to find a place to wash.

After washing, when I went back to the headquarters, I found something wrong with the atmosphere. There are many soldiers standing near the headquarters. Each of them is wearing a brand-new gray army coat and equipped with the latest bobosha submachine gun, which is in sharp contrast to the soldiers of the 16th group army in Khaki fur coats.

I went on suspiciously to the headquarters, but was stopped by a soldier“ What's the meaning of this? What part are you from? What are you doing here? Why are you blocking my way? "I asked discontentedly.

The soldier standing in the way didn't say a word. He just reached out to block my way and didn't let me go in the direction of the headquarters.

At the moment of deadlock, a familiar voice came from the headquarters: "let her come." The soldier heard the voice and immediately stepped aside and made a please sign to me.

I was surprised to find that the man coming out of the headquarters was lieutenant colonel bezikov. I hastened to greet him and said excitedly, "Hello! Comrade commander bezikov. I didn't expect to see you here. "

Bezikov shook hands with me, took me outside the headquarters, and whispered, "I'm here with the big guy."

Big shot? I guess to myself, who is this so-called big man? They even mobilized the troops of the Moscow garrison command to guard.

Within two minutes, the mystery was solved, and I saw rokosovsky walk out of the headquarters first, then give way to the side, and respectfully make a please gesture to the mysterious figure inside. When I saw the mysterious man in the gray coat appear in my field of vision, I was completely shocked. I'm not dreaming. I saw Stalin!

I rubbed my eyes and pinched my thigh. The real pain made me take a breath. It seems that this is real, not a dream. But why did he come here all of a sudden? It was because the 16th group army had retreated. He came here to boost morale? But has he ever considered his own safety? In case his whereabouts are found by the Germans, he will have his life in danger if he carries out artillery coverage or heavy bombing in this area.

Stalin came up to me, reached out to me and said, "Hello! Comrade oshanina. "

I didn't know what to do, so I stood there staring at Stalin foolishly. It wasn't until Stalin repeated what he had just said that I regained my consciousness and grasped his broad hand.

"Comrade commander," rokosovsky said to me behind Stalin, "Comrade Stalin is going to return to Moscow soon. You are responsible for escorting him to the nearest airport."

"Yes, it's guaranteed."

Before getting on the bus, rokosovsky gave me the submachine gun I used to use, and repeatedly told me to be vigilant all the way, act as a good bodyguard and protect Stalin's personal safety.

Stalin's motorcade was made up of three cars and two trucks. In front of the motorcade were two cars with Guard officers. In the middle of the motorcade were Stalin's cars. In the back were two trucks full of soldiers. I was in the same car with lieutenant colonel bezikov and Stalin. He was in the co driver's seat, but I was lucky to be in the back with Stalin.

Stalin and I had a family routine all the way. Almost all of his questions and answers were as concise as telegrams. Although I was talking to Stalin, I was nervous. I looked around the window from time to time for fear that some German soldiers might come out of somewhere.

Stalin saw my nervous expression and said with a smile, "don't be nervous, comrade oshanina. Germany is far away from us. Although they have a great advantage for the time being, they won't be here in the short term. "

I said in my heart, if you are not afraid of ten thousand, just in case. If there is a German who breaks through the defense line and gets here to kill you, then there is no need to fight this war any more.

Just as I was thinking about it, I suddenly caught a glimpse of several tanks coming towards our motorcade more than 100 meters away from the front left, with many soldiers sitting on the body. I quickly pointed out the window and yelled: "look, there are tanks there!"

Bezikov, sitting in the front row, looked at it and said, "don't make a fuss, comrade oshanina. It's our own T-34 tank."

As soon as the words came down, a tank shell came whistling, directly hit the car in the front of the road, blowing it into a ball of fire. There was an emergency brake on the car immediately behind, and the officers in the car jumped down and fell on the ground.

"What's going on? Why do our tanks fire at us? " Stalin asked in alarm.

"Comrade Stalin, this is not our tank. It should be that the German army used the captured tanks and pretended to be our troops and got behind our line of defense. " As I spoke, I opened the door on one side and jumped out. I put the submachine gun on the roof of the car, ready to shoot.

The four tanks lined up and came slowly towards us. The soldiers who had been riding on the tanks also jumped down and trotted towards us in a scattered formation.

"Comrades, for Stalin! Get rid of the German devils in front of you. Go Behind me came an officer's cry, followed by a group of soldiers in neat formation, charging the German army.

A tank shell landed in the middle of the attack line, "boom" to a sound, the two soldiers in an instant into a blood mist all over the sky. Hearing the explosion, the rest of the soldiers first lay on the ground, then got up, carrying the weapons in their hands and continued to rush forward.

I saw that the German infantry had entered the range and immediately pulled the trigger and fired at them as hard as I could. Several German soldiers threw away their weapons and fell to the ground. I don't know whether they were killed by me or by the soldiers charging.

Several shells exploded around me, splashing soil and snow and falling on me“ Commander o'shanina, what shall we do? " Asked bezikov, panicked, not knowing when he would appear behind me.

"Come on, get back in the car." Then I got into the car first.

Entering the car, I was stunned by the sight in front of me. The window was smashed by shrapnel. Stalin leaned against the back seat with blood all over his body, while the driver was lying on the steering wheel with blood all over his body.

Bezikov, who just got into the car, was also frightened by the sight. He asked me incoherently, "now... Now, what should we do?"

"Drive away and stop here, we'll be hit by the Germans."

"But the driver has died."

"Can you drive?" I can't drive, so my only hope is in him.

"Yes," he said with some embarrassment, "but the driver blocked the steering wheel."

"Push him down, and then you drive." It's an extraordinary time now. I can't take care of so many.

Bzikov pushed the door open, pushed the driver out, closed the door, and started the car again. Just out of not far away, a shell hit the car just parked. It's so mysterious. I secretly wiped the cold sweat on my head. If we were a little later, we would be blown to pieces.

I looked back and saw that the soldiers of the security forces rushed to the German tanks without fear of death. Seeing all this, I can't help but feel sore nose. Infantry fight tanks. I know whether to die or not. These soldiers are really amazing. The car raced wildly along the road. I put the submachine gun aside and looked at Stalin's injuries. He was injured by shrapnel, and the wound on his chest was bleeding continuously. I took out the emergency bandage and pressed it on his wound, hoping to stop his massive blood loss. The car didn't know how long it had been bumping, and finally arrived at a field airport. According to bezikov, the special plane that took Stalin back to the city stopped here. Our car rushed near the airport and was stopped by an army led by a man in civilian clothes. Bzikov got out of the car, went up to the man, stood at attention, saluted him, and reported something. Then the man came over and bent over to see what was going on in the car. I opened the car door, came out and said to him, "Comrade Stalin is seriously injured and needs to be rescued immediately." He took a look at me, and then told the soldiers behind him to get on the bus and lift Stalin down with all hands, then put him on a stretcher and onto the plane. While they were busy with everything, I went up to bzikov and asked him quietly, "who is this man?"“ The head of the Kremlin. " He answered me in awe. The manager came over with several soldiers after he was busy with everything. Stop in front of us, then turn around and command the soldiers behind us: "disarm them and arrest them." What's wrong with my arrest? I turned around and looked at bzikov. Seeing that he handed over all his weapons without any expression on his face, I had to do it obediently. I gave the submachine gun and pistol to the serious soldiers. Bezikov and I were handcuffed, and escorted by the bayonets of several soldiers, we got on Stalin's special plane.