Chapter 716

When I heard the sound of footsteps walking in the room, I tried to open my eyes and saw that the group of women soldiers who had not returned all night had come back. Maybe after a busy night, they were very tired. They dragged their tired bodies to the bed and fell directly on the bed. They didn't even have the strength to speak.

He raised his hand and looked at his watch. It was already seven o'clock. Because I don't know when the new editor they mentioned arrived yesterday, I quickly turned over and sat up, woke up razumeyeva who was sleeping on the bed next to him, put on my new military uniform, put on my military coat, went to a wooden basin full of water by the wall, washed my face with cold water, looked at the small mirror hanging on the wall, and straightened my hair, Then he turned and asked razumeyeva, "are you ready, comrade Lieutenant?"

After listening to my question, razumeyeva, who had just put on her clothes, replied in a hurry: "Sir, please wait a moment. I'll be ready in a minute." After that, she rushed to the wooden basin I just used and washed her face with cold water. Then she stood up straight and said to me, "I can do it, sir."

I nodded at her, went to the table, picked up the helmet, put it on my head, tied the belt, stepped on the submachine gun, waved my head at her again and said, "let's go."

On the way to the headquarters of the front army, I had been thinking about whether I should go to chief of staff zaharov or directly to commander yelomienko later. Khrushchev, wearing a Lenin hat, and five or six soldiers, had come face to face. Still far away, he said to me with a smile: "Comrade o'shanina, where are you going?"

Seeing that Khrushchev was coming, I quickly stopped, took one side of my body to the side of the road, raised my hand to salute him, and politely said, "Hello, comrade military commissar, I'm going to go to the headquarters to ask about receiving the new division."

With a wave of his hand, Khrushchev said casually, "don't be so troublesome. The commander is afraid that the new commanders won't buy your bill. He specially asked me to help you. Let's go. " Then he passed me and walked along the dirt road.

I saw that the commander behind him was captain Yakubov, who I knew. He nodded to him with a smile. Then he quickened his pace to catch up with Khrushchev, half a body behind him, and walked forward with him.

After walking for a while, I cautiously asked Khrushchev, "Comrade military commissar, what's the situation in the city, commander trakov? Are they safe now?"

Khrushchev nodded and gave me a gratifying answer: "yes, all the enemies near Comrade trakov's headquarters have been eliminated. They are safe for the time being." Perhaps to reassure me completely, he specially added: "the enemy launched another crazy attack in the city last night. In the ruins of the buildings on both sides of the road, our commanders and fighters constantly rushed out from the sewers, from the dilapidated rooms, and from the basements to fight with the enemy. Because our army is in the dark and the enemy is in the light, our attack is very effective, so that the enemy has to stop attacking our defense line and disperse his forces into the ruins to fight with our mysterious small units. "

Khrushchev spoke, but his pace slowed down obviously. Then he pointed to a tent by the side of the road and said, "Comrade oshanina, we will go there and wait for the new editor's comrade. It's quite cold outside in this kind of weather. " After that, he turned to Yakubov and said, "Captain, you and your men will stay here. When you see the new division coming, bring their commanders into the tent."

When he heard Khrushchev's command, Yakubov was in trouble. Looking at the soldiers and people in civilian clothes walking back and forth on the road, he said with some worry: "however, comrade military commissar, I don't know the commander from the new division!"

Khrushchev said with a smile: "you are such a fool. According to the notice from the higher authorities, because the new editors have just been set up, they have neither had time to train nor given them weapons. If you see an army of soldiers in new uniforms and without weapons later, it's a new division. "

Yakubov suddenly realized this and quickly replied, "I see, comrade military Commissar."

Khrushchev laughed and was about to bend down to get into the tent when a sergeant with bandages on his head, gauze on his left hand and hanging on his chest came by. After approaching Khrushchev, he asked in the tone of an old friend, "Comrade commander, can you give me a cigarette?"

In later generations, when I was walking on the street, I had more than one experience of strangers asking me for cigarettes, both old and young. It is precisely because I know that Russia has such a custom that I am used to seeing a wounded stranger come to Khrushchev for cigarettes.

Khrushchev stood up straight, took out an exquisite tinplate cigarette box from his pocket, opened it, held it in one hand, and handed it to the sergeant for him to take. Seeing the sergeant's hand hanging on his chest, he was unable to light a cigarette. After putting the cigarette box into his pocket, he specially took out a match to light a cigarette for the other party. At the same time, he asked in a chatting tone: "sergeant, it seems that you have just been removed from the city. What's the situation inside?"

After taking a deep puff of his cigarette, the sergeant spat out the smoke in his mouth and then replied, "there are fires everywhere. Houses, factories, floors, fires everywhere."

"And the man?" Khrushchev asked.

"People are still sticking to it. As long as they are still alive, they are still fighting."

After hearing the sergeant's reply, Khrushchev took out his tinplate cigarette box again, opened it, handed it to the sergeant and said in a friendly way, "have some more."

Seeing that Khrushchev was so generous and polite, the sergeant held the burning cigarette in his mouth, grabbed a few cigarettes from the cigarette box, and hurriedly stuffed them into his coat pocket. Then he raised his hand to salute Khrushchev, turned and left, and went north along the dirt road with the soldiers walking on the road.

The furnishings in the tent were simple, with only one wooden table and four benches. After Khrushchev sat down facing the door, he also asked razumeyeva and I to sit down. Chat with me in your spare time. "Comrade o'shanina, how old are you this year?" he asked with concern in the tone of a kind elder

To tell you the truth, I've been confused about Rita's real age, so when I heard his question, I could only say vaguely, "I'm 23 years old."

"23." After repeating my words, he said with emotion, "almost the same age as my son Leonid."

"Nikita Sergeyev!" In order to show my respect for him, I called him by my own name and father's name, and asked knowingly, "is your son in the army, too?" When I said this, I could see his son's image in the film and television works. In order to celebrate the coming battle, his son and several friends came to the back room with two other commanders when everyone was a little drunk, showing off their shooting skills and using the new pistol given by Khrushchev, Knock down the wine bottles on the doorframe one by one. Another commander, perhaps because of alcohol, put a bottle on his head and let Leonid shoot. Unexpectedly, when shooting, several other friends who were with them ran out. A girl accidentally jumped on Leonid, causing the bullet to deviate from the direction and hit the commander with the bottle on his head instead of hitting the bottle. Because of this, Khrushchev's son was demoted from an officer to a private soldier, and was sent to the hardest place to fight for atonement.

Hearing my question, Khrushchev replied with a wry smile: "yes, my son Leonid is currently a fighter pilot, and his troops are fighting tenaciously with enemy planes every day to fight for our air supremacy in the battlefield."

"God, he's a pilot!" Razumeyeva exclaimed involuntarily. For her gaffe, I turned my head and glared at her discontentedly, and coughed heavily, indicating that she should pay attention to the occasion. She was embarrassed to spit out her tongue, buried her head deeply, and muttered in a voice that only she and I could hear: "this arms is really good."

Maybe Leonid is a taboo of Khrushchev. After a few simple words, he turned his words aside and began to talk with me about how the upcoming new editor should be placed.

Just then, the curtain of the door was lifted, Yakubov came in from the outside, stood up straight and reported to Khrushchev, "Comrade military commissar, leader of the new division and political commissar are coming."

"Let them in." Khrushchev said briefly.

"Yes Yakubov agreed. Then he turned to one side of his body and let the door out. At the same time, he said to the people outside, "please come in, comrades in command, military commissars, please come in."

As soon as his voice dropped, he walked into two commanders who were about the same height, fat and thin. They were both wearing military coats and cornice hats. After saluting Khrushchev neatly, the commander on the left first introduced himself and said, "Comrade military commissar, I am lieutenant commander Elia, the leader of the new division." Then he turned to the commander next to him and said, "this is major Yaming, my political commissar."

How could the commissar be a major? With this doubt, I turned to look at Khrushchev and saw that he was also at a loss. Obviously, like me, he was also wondering how the political commissar used the rank of army instead of political work cadre. At that moment, the commander had stepped forward and introduced himself to Khrushchev, saying, "Comrade military commissar, please allow me to introduce myself to you. My name is Yaming. I am a major in the Ministry of internal affairs, and I am concurrently the political commissar of the vanguard regiment for the time being."

"So it is!" Khrushchev and I suddenly realized.

After they sat down opposite Khrushchev, Khrushchev looked at them and asked, "how many people are there in your regiment?"

Elia quickly stood up and replied: "report to the military commissar, our regiment has 2000 people, because after entering the city, all the commanders and fighters will be scattered and added to other units respectively, so the organizational structure of our regiment is not too detailed, only regiment and battalion levels, and each battalion commander is assumed by those commanders with rich combat experience."

Yaming also stood up and asked Khrushchev, "Comrade military commissar, I don't know when to arrange our regiment to cross the river?"

"Crossing the river?" Khrushchev listened to his question and looked up at him unexpectedly. Then he waved his hand and said, "now the situation has changed. Your regiment will not cross the river for the time being."

"What? Not crossing the river? " After hearing this, Elijah and Yaming looked at each other. Elijah was puzzled and asked, "why don't you cross the river all of a sudden?" The expression on Khrushchev's face became stern. He raised his hands and pressed them down. After they sat down, he said calmly: "because of the enemy's crazy attack, the situation in the city was very bad, and all the army systems were disrupted. In this case, if we rashly send the recruits who have no combat effectiveness into the city, it will not play any role except to let them die. "