Chapter 1067

When I heard Stalin say that, I knew immediately that the purpose of his interview with me was about to be revealed. Facing the unknown fate, my heart beat faster. I took two steps forward and stood just one step away from Stalin, waiting for him to announce my destiny.

Stalin took another puff, took his pipe away from his mouth, looked at me and said slowly, "Rita, I heard Zhukov say some time ago that you, your husband and your children were separated in the war, right?"

"Yes, comrade Stalin." I don't know why Stalin suddenly asked about it, but he told him truthfully: "my husband, Captain oshanin, was seriously injured during the Moscow defense war, was sent to the rear, and then never contacted. And my son alik, after liuban broke through, I asked an injured nurse to take him to the rear, and now there is no news

"After you asked Zhukov about your husband and children, he once searched through the relevant departments. But it's a pity that although it took a lot of trouble, I didn't hear anything in the end. " Stalin said that he was about to get up from his seat. I quickly stepped forward to hold his arm and helped him get up from his chair.

He limped to belia's side, put his hand on the latter's shoulder, turned to me and said: "fortunately, comrade belia knew about this matter and promptly used his subordinates to assist in the investigation..."

Although Stalin has not finished, I have guessed what he will say later. Belia must know the exact whereabouts of oshanin. Although Zhukov is a good hand at directing wars, if he is asked to help find people, it really feels a bit of trust. But if you let belia come out to find someone, even if the person is hiding under the ground, he can dig it out.

I didn't speak. I just looked at Stalin in silence, waiting for him to say the following words. Stalin was silent for a while, and indeed said what I had guessed: "after Comrade belia's efforts, I finally found out the whereabouts of your husband and children."

At such a time, I can't say nothing, so when Stalin finished speaking, I had to harden my head and ask, "Comrade Stalin, I don't know where they are? Are you still alive? "

"Don't worry, comrade oshanina." Bellia helped Stalin back to his desk and sat down. Then she stood up and said to me, "they're all alive. They're all in gubishev now. Your husband, Captain oshanin, is in the garrison headquarters in cezland, and your son is in the children's home in the city of tauriati. "

Stalin, after waiting for Beria to finish, added: "Rita, you've been on the battlefield for more than a year, and it's time to take a break. Well, I'll give you half a month's holiday. You can go to gubishev to see your husband and children. "

"Comrade Stalin," to tell you the truth, I don't want to see oshanin at all, so I can only politely refuse Stalin's kindness: "at present, after all, it is during the war, when thousands of soldiers have no chance to reunite with their families, I don't think I have the right to accept holidays. Maybe when I see o'shanin, he will not be happy, but will be disappointed because of my dishonorable act of using my power. "

Originally, I thought that Stalin would not insist that I go to gubishev if he said so. After all, I still have the task he has not completed. I didn't expect Stalin's response this time was unexpected. He said stubbornly, "no, Rita, you have to go to gubishev. Don't forget, besides being a soldier, you are also a wife and a mother. We have no right to separate the child from his mother for a long time. "

Stalin's words were stern and unquestionable. I didn't want to offend Stalin because of such a thing, so I just nodded and said, "well, comrade Stalin, I will obey your order."

"Because you don't have a specific position in the army now, you will have some inconvenience when you go to a local place." Stalin saw that I agreed to go to gubishev, and then said: "although belia has prepared a special pass and a travel permit for you, I'm still not at ease, so he asked him to send a few more staff members of the interior department to go with me, so that even if you encounter any trouble, you can solve it in time."

Belia waited for Stalin to finish, walked up to me, took out a pair of folded envelopes from his pocket, handed them to me, and said: "this is a special pass and a travel permit. If you encounter an interrogation on the road, you can show them. I believe no one will make trouble for you. As for the staff of the interior department, they are all under your command. If you want them to do anything, just tell them. "

My heart is still full of wariness about belia, but I am very grateful for what he has done for me. After I took the envelope, I took the initiative to reach out to him, and politely said: "thank you, thank you, comrade interior minister!"

I stood up to Stalin and asked, "Comrade Stalin, may I go?"

"Wait a minute, Rita." Stalin seemed to think of something, thoughtfully said: "when you deal with local comrades, if you encounter something that can not be solved, you can turn to the local security department." At this point, Stalin turned to belia and said in a deliberative tone, "belia, do you think we can prepare a power of attorney for Lida so that she can mobilize the army of the Ministry of interior when necessary?"

When belia heard Stalin's order, she had a look of embarrassment on her face. The observant Stalin immediately found the abnormality on his face and immediately raised his voice and said, "why, do you still doubt that Rita will do whatever she likes and do anything against us when she has the right to mobilize her troops?"

"No, no, comrade Stalin." Belia was startled by Stalin's sudden change of color, and quickly explained: "I'm thinking about whether I should go back to the office and write this power of attorney for her."

"Back to what office? Write it here. " Stalin said sternly to him, "do your subordinates dare not obey orders when they see your signature?"

Bellia reluctantly took the pen and paper Stalin had handed him and bent down to write the letter of authorization that allowed me to mobilize the troops. After writing, he first handed it to Stalin. After the other party nodded his head, he tore off the page from the book and handed it to me with an unhappy face. At the same time, he said, "Comrade oshanina, this is a letter of authorization that allows you to mobilize the troops of the Ministry of interior. I hope you will not betray Comrade Stalin's trust in you."

I don't know why Stalin suddenly asked belia to prepare such a laborious document for me, but since belia has handed me the power of attorney, I can't accept it. I quickly took belia's power of attorney with both hands, first expressed my gratitude to Stalin, and then to belia.

After returning to my residence, I searched on the map, and finally found gubishev, the later state of Samara, which was more than 1000 kilometers away from Moscow. Fortunately, I didn't have to ride the jeep on the muddy road on the train to get there.

The next morning, someone from the Ministry of interior came to report to me. There were four of them, a captain and three soldiers. When they saw me appear, the four of them raised their hands to salute me. The captain also reported to me in a loud voice: "Comrade General, Captain dornikov of the Ministry of internal affairs reports to you. We are responsible for acting as a guide and protecting your safety. We are waiting for your orders. Please give us instructions! "

When I looked at the young captain in front of me, I couldn't help complaining that this captain was another person I knew. When he was at the red brysno subway station, he ordered to kill a lot of passers-by. He was a second lieutenant then, but now he is a captain.

Thinking of the captain's ruthlessness, I would not be very enthusiastic about him. I asked coldly, "Comrade captain, do you know me?"

"Yes, Comrade General." I didn't expect him to reply, "I met you at the red brysno subway station when you were still a lieutenant colonel."

"Good memory." When I finished, I asked, "where shall we go next?"

"The railway station, of course, Comrade General." Dornikov did not care about my cold attitude, but respectfully said: "the distance between Moscow and gubishev is more than 1000 kilometers. It takes at least three days to get there by car, while the train takes only one and a half days."

Dornikov arranged a separate sleeping car for me, and he and Yushchenko, with three soldiers each, lived in the car next to me, so that any news could appear in front of me in time. The rest of the soldiers stayed in the ordinary cars.

I lay on the sleeper of the train and closed my eyes, thinking about what I would say if I saw o'shanin. Although I have inherited a lot of Rita's memory, I don't know much about some details. Maybe I'll show some flaws when I get along with oshanin for a day or two.

But after thinking about it for a long time, I didn't come up with a good way. Finally, I fell asleep unconsciously.

When I was sleeping soundly, the sudden brake of the train woke me up from my sleep. I sat up and looked out of the car window. There were soldiers with guns all around the track. They pointed their guns at our train.

What the hell is going on? When I saw that the muzzle of the soldier's gun was aimed at the train, I didn't dare to probe out. In case any soldier's hand trembled and accidentally pulled the trigger, he would send me directly to see Marx. I was thinking about how to understand what was going on outside when there was a sudden knock on the door, accompanied by Yushchenko's anxious voice: "general, general, open the door quickly."

I walked quickly to the door and opened it. Seeing Yushchenko, dornikov and several soldiers standing at the door, he asked them, "what's the matter outside? Why did it stop suddenly? What's the reason that so many officers and soldiers surrounded our train?"

Before they could answer, I heard a shout coming from outside the car. After listening attentively for a moment, he heard the cry: "all people get off immediately, all people get off immediately..." there was more than one person shouting, so that he could hear such a cry one after another.

"What shall we do?" Yushchenko listened to the shouts outside, and asked me solemnly, "get out of the car or stay in the car?"

Instead of answering immediately, I turned to dornikov and asked, "Comrade captain, can you tell me what happened?"

Dornikov turned to look out of the car window, then hesitated and said, "Comrade General, I can't confirm. But judging from the news, it may be tracking down German spies or deserting soldiers? Do you want me to get to know the commander outside? "“ No, captain I waved to him and said, "let's get out of the car and have a look, and we'll figure it out."“ Comrade general, in your capacity, there is no need to get off the bus at all. " Seeing that I was going to get out of the car, dornikov quickly dissuaded me and said, "I'll call the commander over."“ Get out of the car I didn't talk to him much, just a simple word, then walked along the corridor towards the door. I got off the train and looked around for a moment. I found many people gathered outside the train, most of them soldiers. The common people are huddled together, but the soldiers consciously form one neat square after another. I walked over to a soldier who was on guard. At the same time, I asked, "Comrade soldier, what's the matter?" When the soldier saw me coming towards him, he pointed at me with his bayonet rifle and gave me a command: "stop, don't move! If I go any further, I'm not welcome. " I stopped and looked at the dedicated soldier with a smile, thinking about how to ask him. But Yushchenko and dornicke, who are next to them, are in trouble. They yell at the soldiers at the same time: "Comrade soldier, who do you want to be rude to? Tell us clearly." The soldier was just an ordinary soldier. When he saw two Lieutenant officers angry at him, he was a little flustered and said incoherently, "there's an order. Let's act as police here and guard. If anyone tries to escape or cross our guard line, we'll shoot and shoot."“ Comrade soldier, "I see that soldier was scared to death, but several soldiers around him, though with guns in their hands, looked dazed. In order to make him less nervous, I asked friendly," which army are you from, who are the commanders, and where is he now? " At the moment, the soldier may have seen the rank on my shoulder, quickly put his gun to attention, saluted me with a gun, and respectfully reported: "report to general, I can't tell you the number of the army for the time being. As for the commander of the army, please wait a moment. He may be here soon