Chapter 63

This absurd and playful short trial ended.

My handcuffs had been released, and instead of sitting on the chair I had just been tried, I was politely invited to the reception room next door. Boskhlebeshev even arranged for tea and refreshments to be delivered to me.

In less than five minutes, bezikov in the yard was also brought back.

The bruised bezikov was unable to walk on his own. He put his hand on someone else's shoulder and was carried in by two people. Seeing him come in, boskelebeshev gave him a embarrassed smile and said, "Comrade bzikov, you were wronged just now! We are also doing this for revolutionary work. I hope you can understand. Comrade Stalin has just called in person to explain the situation and let me arrange for you two to return to your original posts as soon as possible. "

Bezikov stared at him coldly for a long time before he said, "well, when can I go back to the garrison headquarters? Comrades boskhlebeshev

When boskelebeshev listened to his question, he couldn't help but feel embarrassed and said, "you should have a rest here first, and I'll arrange someone to see you off right away."

I watched the chief manager leave and asked bzikov, "what's the matter with you?"

Who knows that he made a silent gesture to me, people also quickly stood up, past closed the door, around the room to check, even lying on the ground to check under the table. After a long time, he took a long breath, stood up and said to me, "I checked. There is no eavesdropper in this room. We can talk."

"Oh." After listening to what he said, I realized what he was doing just now. I always wanted to find out why we were arrested for no reason, and even nearly lost our lives, so I asked frankly, "what's the matter? Why are we arrested? Is it just because on the way to escort Comrade Stalin to the airport, he encountered and exchanged fire with those Germans who went around the rear of our army? "

"You are sitting with Stalin today. Do you notice anything different?" Instead of answering my question directly, he asked me.

After listening to what he said, I recalled all kinds of things at that time and found many differences. I organized some words in my mind, and then I slowly told him what I had found: "during the time I stayed with Comrade Stalin, I really found a lot of anomalies."

"What's abnormal? Let's hear it. " He said with interest.

"First of all, I didn't see him smoking, nor did I see him take out the famous pipe that never leaves his hand. Secondly, in the current situation, his role in the Kremlin is much greater than simply going to the front line to boost morale. However, this visit to the 16th group army was not in line with Stalin's character, even though there was some element of deliberately showing off and taking risks. Because he clearly knows that if anything happens to him on the front line, it will be a fatal blow to the morale of the people. "

When I said this, bzikov nodded and said, "your analysis is very reasonable. Go on."

"Even if Comrade Stalin wanted to inspect the front line, the troops accompanying him should at least be escorted by the most elite central guard regiment, and this time only the troops from the garrison headquarters were deployed, which is not in line with common sense. In addition, in Stalin's capacity, there should be some big people accompanying him. But I found that you are the highest ranking of all the accompanying personnel. "

"What kind of conclusion have you come to through these?" When he said this, he picked up two pieces of sugar, put them into the teacup, picked up a small spoon, stirred them gently, and then put the spoon into his mouth.

After hesitating for a moment, I finally blurted out my conjecture: "is it... Is it that you see in the 16th group army that Comrade Stalin is not himself, but a substitute for him?"

As soon as my voice fell, I heard a local sound. The spoon in his hand had fallen on the table, and it made a clear sound when it collided with the table. He didn't care about this. He came over and grabbed my arm. He couldn't wait to ask, "how do you know this secret?"

"It's easy!" I shrugged my shoulders and said, "the Stalin in our car is seriously injured. In my opinion, even if he doesn't die, he is seriously injured. If that's the case, he should be lying in bed in a coma, and there's no way he can call bosklebershev. Just now, I also heard the voice from the phone. It's still very neutral. I didn't feel hurt for a long time. Based on this kind of observation and speculation, I dare to speculate: in fact, what we see today is not the real Stalin, but just a substitute for him. "

With that, I was staring at him. He was silent for a long time, then said slowly: "you are right! What we are escorting today is not the real Stalin, but just a stand in. In order to stimulate the morale of the front and stabilize the current front. It was Comrade Stalin who came up with a good way to encourage the generals without risking himself. But then the attack, it was an accident. "

"Do you know why boskhlebeshev arrested us at the airport?" I am most concerned about this issue.

"He was afraid that we would spread the news of false Stalin's injury and affect the morale of the people. That's why he took such a temporary emergency measure."“ But what he did was ridiculous, "I said discontentedly." if Comrade Stalin hadn't called me, you and I would have been shot by him now. "“ Alas With a long sigh, he said, "I didn't expect this to happen. I thought it was just a temporary measure of confidentiality, so I obeyed. I didn't expect that after he came here, he actually tried to extort a confession by torture, and let me admit that I was a spy. "“ Do you admit it? " I'm concerned about whether he's a soft bone“ No! " He answered very simply“ Since he didn't admit it, why did he drag you to be shot? " Recalling the scene just now, I can't help sweating“ Only the dead can keep a secret. So, if Stalin didn't call to protect us, he would be at ease only if we became dead. "“ However, it is not just the two of us who know about the injury of doubles. Many people saw the soldiers who met at the airport that day. "“ Hum He snorted and continued: "if I guess correctly, those soldiers will soon be sent to the most dangerous part of the front line. As long as these soldiers die, no one will know the news of the double being injured. "“ Ah Listening to him, I feel that my underwear is wet with sweat. I just see something I shouldn't see. I can't escape the end of being killed. It's terrible! He and I were silent. The room was silent. The door was pushed open, and the one who came in was krochkov, who had just given me a confession for my signature, with the weapons we had seized in his hand. He put his weapon on the table and said coldly, "you can go. The car is waiting outside." I helped bezikov and followed krochkov out. Many people came and went in the corridor. When they saw us, they all stepped aside to make way for us. Walking, I suddenly found that the female guard who kicked me was standing not far away chatting with several other female guards. I stared at her fiercely. With my right hand, I let go of bzikov's hand. I went straight to my waist and deftly untied the holster of the pistol and grasped the cold handle. When the female guard saw me, she also found my move. She stepped back in panic and dodged behind others. I hesitated for a moment, released my hand, buttoned up the holster, grabbed bzikov's hand again, and helped him forward. I know in my heart that it's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge. It's too cheap to shoot her like this. I maliciously thought that as long as I had the chance, sooner or later, I would torture this female guard to death. There was a black car outside the building. Krochkov came forward and opened the rear door for us. Then he said drily, "you get on the bus. The driver will take you to your destination." Welcome to our website www.start.com. The latest, fastest and most popular serial works are all original!