Chapter 92

The silent major driver drove his car through the streets of Moscow.

General Vlasov and I sat in the back row, nodded to me with satisfaction and said, "I said, comrade commander, today we have gained a lot. According to Comrade Stalin's estimation, if we want General Lin to stay, we have to go four or five times. According to the Chinese saying, it's called "looking at the thatched cottage three times", and things will come to light. I didn't expect that you would make general Lin make up his mind to stay just a few words. You're really not easy! "

I smile and don't speak.

The general suddenly remembered something and asked, "did you know general Lin before?"

Without thinking, I replied, "I've heard of his name, but I've never seen him in person." What I said is true at all. When I was born, his old man had already lost wendur Khan. I only saw his image in documentaries and books.

Suspiciously, the general held the eyeglass holder and asked, "I remember the battle of Pingxingguan. There was only one short message in our newspapers. How do you know that the proportion of casualties between the Eighth Route Army and the Japanese army reached 1:1? And how do you know the offensive tactics of general Lin when he was commander in chief? "

Seeing that he was suspicious of me, I quickly explained, "you have just arrived in Moscow. You may not know the situation. Although our government has not reported it, the intelligence agencies have collected similar intelligence, and the general commanders of the front army can have access to this kind of intelligence. I used to be an assistant to general Zhukov, so I had a chance to read the information. "

The general laughed: "well, you have a point." He is a man with a flexible mind, who has a lot of experience in officialdom. Knowing that some questions can't be asked casually, he immediately switched the sensitive topic to other fields. He asked, "I'm going to report to Comrade Stalin later. Where do you get off?"

I don't know how krochkov arranged it, so I asked the driving major, "Comrade major, where is the accommodation that Comrade krochkov arranged for me?"

Without looking back, he said, "it's a military hotel. It's coming soon. After you get off the bus, I'll take the major general to the Kremlin. "

When the car stopped, I looked out of the window. I knew this place, which was the hotel I stayed at that night from Leningrad to Moscow. I said goodbye to Vlasov, then pushed the door open and got out of the car.

As soon as I entered the familiar hotel hall, a female officer wearing the rank of second lieutenant came up and said hello to me with a smile on her face: "Hello, commander!"

"Hello! Comrade Liu Da, we meet again. " At a glance, I recognized the female officer in front of me, who was Liuda who had arranged a residence for me, so I took the initiative to say hello to her.

Hearing that I called out her name, she was stunned for a moment, but immediately came back to her senses and said in surprise, "it's you, comrade commander. Please forgive me for not recognizing you. I didn't expect that the commander who arranged the room by the comrades of the interior department was you. Welcome to our hotel. "

I nodded and asked, "are my rooms all set?"

"Everything is ready. Please wait a moment. I'll arrange for someone to see you over." Then she turned to the corridor and yelled, "aksala, where are you? Come to the hall quickly

With her cry, a female soldier ran over in a hurry and asked, "Liuda, are you calling me?" Liuda pointed to me and said to her, "aksala, please send this commander to her room."

Another acquaintance, I looked at aksara with a smile and said, "what's the matter? Honey, I haven't seen you for a month, so I don't know you? "

"Rita, is that you? Are you still alive? " And she came at me. I put her in my arms and said with a smile, "of course I live. As soon as I get back to Moscow, I'll come to see you, an old friend."

"Come on, Rita. I'll show you to your room." After aksala let me go, she took my hand and went upstairs, chirping, "the room is the one you stayed in last time. Today, the superior said that a commander would come to us, so Liuda asked me to clean up the room you used to live in. "

Last time I lived here, the rank of the residents seemed to be higher than me, which made me have to raise my hand to salute every officer I met from the beginning of leaving my room. On the way to the room, we also met several officers from time to time, but their ranks were lower than mine. Seeing them salute me on their own initiative, my vanity got a little satisfaction.

Aksala didn't pay attention to this detail just now. Later, when he saw more people saluting me, he said with envy, "it's good to be an officer. There are so many people saluting me, but I keep saluting others." When she saw a major officer coming towards me saluting me, she was a little surprised and asked, "what's the matter, Rita Cheka? How can a major salute you, a lieutenant?"

"I'm no longer a lieutenant." I'm really speechless about aksala's character as a big ha. After chatting with me for such a long time, I didn't find that my military rank on my badge was different from the original one.

"Not a lieutenant? Have you been demoted? " She was very surprised to hear that, but after seeing my badge, she said excitedly, "Wow! So you're a lieutenant commander. You're amazing, Rita CHICKA

With these words, she came to the door. Aksala took out the key from her pocket, opened the door lock, and then pushed it in. The door opened“ Come in, Rita She turned on the light in the room, then turned to me and said, "look, the furnishings here are the same as the last time you lived here."

"Yes, it's the same. It hasn't changed at all." As I spoke, I put the submachine gun in my hand on the table. Then he asked aksara, "honey, can you help me find something to eat? I haven't eaten for a day. I'm starving. "

"Oh, it's so late. You haven't eaten yet. I'll go to the restaurant and help you get something to eat. Just a moment. It won't be long. Five minutes at most. "

After aksala left, I closed the door gently. I know laomaozi's habit. It's five minutes. It's faster to come back in 15 minutes. So I hung my camouflage suit and short fur coat on the hanger and went to the bathroom to take a bath.

When I came out of the bath, I saw that the time had passed nearly 20 minutes, but aksala, who claimed to be back in five minutes, could not even see the shadow. I suddenly felt pain in my back. I don't know if it was because I was hurt by bricks and stones a few days ago. Anyway, I felt very uncomfortable, so I lay flat on the bed to rest.

When I was sleepy, I heard aksara's voice in the hazy: "Rita, here's something. Get up and eat." I opened my eyes and struggled to sit up. When I saw aksala putting the tableware at the table, I got up and walked behind her. I hugged her waist, put my head on her shoulder and asked lazily, "what's good to eat?"

"It's a time of war, and there is a lack of material. Even the restaurant in our hotel is no exception. You see, I rummaged in the kitchen for a long time and found five or six cooked potatoes, a buckwheat porridge and a bowl of red vegetable soup. You can make do with it. Maybe there will be good things in the restaurant during the day tomorrow. "

At the moment, I was starving, so I sat down at the table, took the spoon and began to drink soup. Although the soup was a little cold, it tasted good. I drank it clean after a few mouthfuls, and then began to eliminate the buckwheat porridge on the table.

When aksala saw me eating, he took a potato, peeled it, dipped it in the salt on the plate, and took a slight bite. Then he asked me, "Rita, how did you eat when you were at the front line? Was it so rich?"

I looked at the simple food in front of me. In any case, it couldn't be equated with abundance. But I didn't want to dampen her interest, so I vaguely replied, "it's OK. My food in the headquarters is similar to that here."

"That's good," she took another bite of the potato. "If you don't have hot soup every day, you'll lose weight." After listening to her theory, I can't laugh or cry. If I don't drink soup, I'll lose weight. Some people who don't like soup still grow up like tigers.

"When you go to the front line, you must have fought many battles. Tell me your story." She finished eating a potato, wiped her mouth with a napkin, and even pestered me to tell her a story.

I laughed. As I was about to speak, suddenly my lower abdomen hurt like a knife. I threw away my spoon, covered my abdomen with my hands and groaned. Aksala was frightened when she saw my painful expression. She hugged me on the shoulder and asked anxiously, "what's the matter with you, Rita, honey?"

"I don't know," I replied in a weak voice, feeling sweating on my head. "I don't know. I have a terrible stomachache. Maybe the old wound is cracked."

"Wait a minute, I'll go to the doctor." With these words, she had opened the door and rushed out.

I lay flat on the bed, slowing down my breathing and gently rubbing the painful area with my palm. After a while, the pain began to weaken slowly, and my hanging heart finally relaxed. It didn't look like the old injury recurred. Maybe I just ate something bad. Just then, aksara came back with the doctor, followed by lieutenant Liuda.

The doctor was also a woman. She put her medicine box on the table, took out the stethoscope and auscultated me. After checking, she took off her mask and said, "don't worry, it's not a recurrence."

"Then why does it hurt so much? You see, even the cold sweat came out." Liu Da couldn't help interrupting.

The doctor laughed and asked me, "Comrade commander, can you ask me when your last menstruation was?"

Ah! I was stunned at that time. In my impression, it seems that I haven't been here since I borrowed Rita's body. So I hesitated and said, "I can't remember clearly. Maybe I haven't been here since August."

"That's no wonder. Maybe it's because of abdominal injury, which leads to endocrine disorder. That's why I didn't come for such a long time. Have you ever had a history of dysmenorrhea before? "

Dysmenorrhea, this word gives me a severe landmine again. It turns out that just now the lower abdominal pain is dysmenorrhea. For the doctor's question, and can not but answer, had to say vaguely: "there should be no bar."

"Oh, it may have happened after the injury." Then the doctor blablabla said a lot. In the process of her talking, I didn't notice when aksala left, until she appeared in front of me with sugar water“ Rita CHICKA, drink some honey water. It won't hurt I took the honey water in her hand, drank a few mouthfuls, and immediately felt much better. Unexpectedly, honey water has the same effect as brown sugar water.