Chapter 160

Stalin went back to his desk and picked up the receiver. He put the microphone to his ear and didn't speak. After holding this position for a while, he simply put down the microphone and walked back and forth across the big room.

He walked up and down the room, but I didn't dare to talk. I just stood there, my eyes moving around with him. I wonder what he is going to do? Mingming had just picked up the phone, but why did he delay issuing an order to the following. If my dream is true, and there are no reinforcements, then rokosovsky is about to face the fate of more and less.

Soon I was relieved, and his hesitation was understandable. Even if he was the supreme commander, he could not move the troops at the next level for the sake of an illusory dream. I regret that I should not have told him my dream just now, so that he fell into the choice barrier.

However, my worry seemed superfluous. When I was considering whether to apologize to Stalin for his recklessness, he went to the desk decisively, picked up a phone on the desk, dialed a number and said, "I'm Stalin." After a pause, he said, "Comrade Shaposhnikov, please immediately transfer a regiment from the reserve team, equip them with ten tanks, and quickly rush to peshki village to build a defensive position here. Remember, they have to get into the defensive position by four o'clock this afternoon. "

It seems that the other party said something, but I couldn't hear it from a long distance. Stalin was a little unhappy and said, "you should arrange it yourself, and you don't need to inform Zhukov. What the troops command you directly is when I withdraw from the position has the final say. " Finish saying, involuntarily hung up the phone.

He rekindled his pipe, took a puff, came to me, stopped two or three steps away from me and said, "don't worry about rokosovsky. Next I want to talk to you about another thing."

I was relieved to hear that he had ordered the troops to be transferred to peshki village. Can hear his last words, my heart suddenly mentioned the throat, what will happen? oh dear! It's not going to be about me withdrawing my troops from volokoramsk without authorization. If it's really investigated, maybe I can be directly sent to the military court. In my impression, the military court of the Soviet Union is equal to the death verdict. General Pavlov, the former commander of the Western Front Army, was executed by Stalin because of successive command mistakes after the outbreak of the war, which killed hundreds of thousands of soldiers. People in such a high position say that they will be shot if they are shot, not to mention my little commander. Thinking of this, although I tried to keep calm on the surface, my feet began to shake slightly.

"Listen to Colonel bzikov, you arrived in Moscow at noon the day before yesterday?"

When I heard Stalin ask this question, I felt very strange, but I answered honestly, "yes."

"It's said that you encountered a very strange thing when you were evading the air raid at the red brysno station. Is that right? "

"Yes."

"Tell me about the situation at that time. I want to know what happened?" Stalin walked past me, sat down at the long table again, and asked me to sit down.

After I sat down, I answered him honestly, "when I was evading the air raid in the red brysno station, a German bomb penetrated deep into the soil and landed on the rail in the subway station. I was studying the bomb with some commanders of the fighter battalion when a subway train came from the direction of Belarus station. As the bomb was in the middle of the rail, I was afraid of danger, so I sent someone to stop the train in time. After the car stopped, many passengers came down from the car. Some soldiers found that they were different from us. Almost everyone wore summer clothes... "

"Is there only one person wearing summer clothes, or are all people dressed in summer?" Stalin interrupted me, asking for one of the details.

"It's everyone. Comrade Stalin. " Almost without thinking, I answered him and added: "when everyone got off the train, I went to the car to check, and I found an incredible thing."

"What's the matter?" He interrupted me curiously again.

"It's a newspaper. A newspaper of July 23, 1975, to be exact. "

"Do you remember that?"

"I glanced at it at that time, and there was a piece of news on it, which seemed to introduce our troops stationed in Berlin."

"What? Berlin He looked at me with incredible eyes and asked, "are you sure you're not wrong. What's in the paper about the Soviet garrison in Berlin? "

"Yes, I read it right." I answered him in a positive tone: "originally I wanted to have a close look, but at this time the commander of the fighter battalion came to me, so I put down the newspaper and left."

"Where is that newspaper now?" Stalin asked eagerly.

I shook my head and replied, "I don't know. Later, the situation was very chaotic. When the soldiers of the interior department opened fire, a dazzling white light flashed and the train disappeared. The newspaper may have fallen into the train and disappeared with the disappearing train; It may also be on one of the passengers who are going to escort the reform through labor camp, but they are all killed in an air raid on the road, and the newspaper may have turned to ashes. "

"Alas He sighed, his face full of regret“ But Comrade Stalin! There is also a survivor on the train. He is not a person of our time. Maybe he knows a lot of things we want to know. "“ Who is he? "“ He is a senior engineer in a military factory. He should be helpful to our present Patriotic War. "“ Where is he? " When I heard Stalin's question, I could not help frowning slightly, thinking that Colonel bzikov had not reported such an important matter to him? Just as I was daydreaming, I heard Stalin ask, "Rita! You haven't answered my question. Do you know where he is? "