Chapter 1506

Before our party left the hospital, Khrushchev called a staff member wearing glasses and said, "when the coffin arrives, we will immediately bury the remains of Comrade vatukin, and then send them to the Cathedral of St. Sophia for our soldiers and the residents of the city. Do you understand? "

"I see, comrade Khrushchev." The staff bowed slightly and replied respectfully, "I will follow your orders."

Khrushchev nodded, then turned to us and said, "OK, let's go. Let's all go to my office."

Walking into Khrushchev's office, I found that the decoration style here is the same as that of Stalin's office, except for one desk, which can accommodate more than ten long conference tables.

After Khrushchev called me, Zhukov and voroshlov to sit down at the table, he said, "comrades, vatukin is our close comrade in arms, and his farewell to us is painful..."

"Wait a minute, comrade Khrushchev." Before he finished speaking, Voroshilov, who was sitting on his left hand, interrupted him and asked himself: "as far as I know, general vatukin was only shot in the leg when he was ambushed. The situation has greatly improved a while ago. Why did he suddenly die?"

"Marshal voroshlov," Khrushchev said flatly, looking at the veteran marshal, "according to the doctor's report, comrade watujing's wound infection caused septicemia, and eventually organ failure due to long-term hypoxia..."

"Come on, put away your hoaxes." Voroshlov impatiently interrupted Khrushchev again, "vatukin is a senior commander, and his medical conditions are much better than those of ordinary commanders and fighters. How can this tragedy happen?" When he said this, he stopped for a moment, then suddenly widened his eyes and added in a stern tone, "I think there is something wrong with the medical staff he is treating. Maybe they are the spies sent by the Germans to murder our senior generals."

When I heard what voroshlov said, I could not help but feel a thump in my heart. In my opinion, the doctor has certain responsibility for vatukin's serious injury. However, under the current medical conditions, if it is really the death caused by wound infection, even the best doctor will be unable to do anything. But if this matter is connected with German spies, the nature of it will completely change.

I took a furtive look at Zhukov sitting next to me, trying to see something in his face. But Zhukov sat in his chair without saying a word, his eyelids drooping, staring at the table in front of him, as if there was something interesting there that attracted him. Seeing Zhukov's posture of staying out of the affair, I kept silent to avoid being inflamed.

"Comrade Voroshilov," Khrushchev replied solemnly, "I have sent the people from the Ministry of interior to investigate the doctors and nurses who are responsible for treating Comrade vatukin. I believe they should have come to a conclusion." With that, he got up and went to his desk, reached out and pressed a button on the desk.

The door of the office was quickly quietly pushed open from the outside. A young man in military civilian clothes stood at the door like a telegraph pole, quietly waiting for Khrushchev's orders.

Khrushchev raised his hand to him and said, "go and inform the comrades of the Ministry of interior that I am waiting for their investigation report here and ask their responsible person to report immediately." The young man nodded, then turned and walked out of the room and closed the door behind him.

After the young people left, Khrushchev went back to the conference table and sat down. He said to us, "my secretary has gone to inform the comrades of the Ministry of internal affairs. I believe that before long, someone will report the specific situation to us."

While waiting for the members of the Ministry of interior, voloshlov asked Zhukov across the table, "Comrade Zhukov, as far as I know, it's not a short time since Hubei's first group army of tanks fell into your first front army of Ukraine. I don't know when we can completely annihilate this enemy?"

"If there is no accident, the German army will be completely annihilated in two to three days." After answering voloshlov's question, Zhukov asked curiously, "Comrade marshal, what do you want to do with this?"

Zhukov asked this question because although voroshlov is a member of the supreme command, he has no specific position at present. He is just a soy sauce player. He can only stay in the office every day to read the war reports collected and reported by all front forces, and is not qualified to ask about the combat deployment of the troops.

When voroshlov heard Zhukov's question, he obviously found that he had asked something he shouldn't have asked. He quickly blushed and explained, "Comrade Zhukov, you know, I came to Kiev today to honor Comrade Khrushchev on the instructions of the Supreme Commander himself. I just saw that you are here, so I am concerned about the war situation there by the way."

Zhukov said flatly, "marshal, I will report all kinds of war reports to the supreme command in time. You should be able to see what you want to see in your office."

From the interior department came a tall, thin, middle-aged man in a grey woollen windbreaker. He went up to Khrushchev, bent slightly, and then said, "Comrade Khrushchev, the results of the trial have come out."

"Now that the trial has come to an end," Khrushchev said without expression, looking at the middle-aged man standing in front of him, "Comrade panferov, let's start reporting."

Panferov's eyes swept over us one by one, and finally stayed on me. His face first showed a slightly surprised expression, and then returned to normal. He politely said to Khrushchev, "Comrade Khrushchev, because this matter is closed, do you want to let irrelevant personnel avoid?"

"Irrelevant personnel to avoid?" When Khrushchev heard what panferov said, he couldn't help sneering: "who do you think is irrelevant here?" As he said, he pointed to us with his hand, "do you think Marshal Zhukov is irrelevant, or marshal voroshlov is irrelevant?"

Khrushchev's words have the power of pulling hatred. As soon as he finished his words, I found that voroshlov, who was sitting opposite me, looked at panferov sternly.

"No, it's not like that. Comrade Khrushchev, you have completely misunderstood." Panferov quickly pointed to me and explained to himself, "I want to ask this female commander to go out for a while. Her level may not be enough."

"She's not at the right level." Khrushchev laughed at the middle-aged man's words. He first looked at Zhukov and said, "our Comrade panferov actually said that Rita's rank is not enough." Then he turned his head to voroshlov's side and continued to say with a smile, "he didn't think Rita's rank was enough to sit here and listen to the investigation report on the cause of general vatukin's death?"

"Comrade panferov," Zhukov half turned, put one arm on the back of his chair, looked at panferov and said, "since you are a member of the Ministry of interior, don't you know that she is not only a commander trusted by Comrade Stalin, but also authorized by belia to directly mobilize the troops and related personnel of your Ministry of interior?"

Zhukov's words made penferov feel uneasy. He looked at me in a hurry with a smile. He raised his hand to wipe the sweat on his forehead, and then apologized respectfully to me: "sorry, general oshanina, I don't know your identity, please forgive me!"

Hearing what he said, I couldn't help muttering to myself: it's strange that you don't know my identity. Otherwise, how can you call my surname at once? You know, Khrushchev used my nickname when he mentioned me. But at such a time, I didn't want to argue with such a snob, so I waved my hand and said, "Comrade panferov, this is a small matter. You don't have to care. You'd better report the results of the trial to Comrade Khrushchev. "

I reminded him of his destination. He quickly opened the briefcase under his arm, took out a folder from it, and then began to report to Khrushchev: "after our trial, the chief physician of general vatukin has confessed his heinous crimes; The other two nurses, who were also his accomplices, added lethal poison to the injection for general vatukin. "

When I listened to the report of panferov, I could not help but have mixed feelings. I immediately thought of a passage circulating on the Internet: it was said that the means adopted by various countries to arrest a rabbit who escaped into the forest were quite different. The American people will surround the forest, and then shout to the forest with their horns: you are surrounded by us, put down your arms and surrender immediately. As for the Soviets, they just need to send a few KGBS into the forest and soon bring out a black and blue bear. While walking, the bear kept saying, "I'm a rabbit, I'm a rabbit.".

As soon as I think of this passage, I know that the interrogation results provided by the Ministry of internal affairs must have been written by the doctors and nurses who were forced to fight. They were all innocent and had nothing to do with the death of watujing.

After listening to panferov's report, voroshlov, sitting opposite, raised his hand, slapped the table and said excitedly, "well, comrade Khrushchev, I'm not wrong. The death of Comrade vatukin is definitely not an accident, but the death of a German spy." With these words, he fixed his eyes on panferov and continued to ask, "have these doctors and nurses ever been to Germany? To be exact, have they all studied in Germany? "

"The attending doctor once studied in a medical school in Germany for two years," panferov replied hesitantly. "Although the two nurses have never been abroad, I think they were instigated by the doctors."

"It's terrible. It's terrible." Voroshlov shook his head and said, "I can't believe that these doctors and nurses will harm the patients regardless of their professional ethics. What's more, they will do harm to the senior commanders in our army. They are just a group of demons dressed as angels. They can't be spared."

Seeing a few words from Voroshilov will make the fate of several doctors and nurses extremely miserable. I can't help but feel compassion. Just as I opened my mouth and was ready to speak, I suddenly felt that my hand under the table was caught by the other hand. I turned my head and looked at Zhukov, who was sitting next to me. He shook his head gently at me, indicating that I should mind my own business. Seeing Zhukov's hint, I could only sigh in secret and apologize to the doctors and nurses I never met. Although I am willing to help them, I am also powerless under the current situation.

Voroshlov looked at Khrushchev and asked, "Comrade Khrushchev, since the situation has been investigated, what are you going to do with it?" Khrushchev pondered for a moment, then looked up at panferov and said, "Comrade panferov, this matter will be followed up by your Ministry of internal affairs. We should continue to interrogate the prisoners, find out whether they have other accomplices, and catch them all. "“ Yes, comrade Khrushchev is right. " Voloshlov echoed: "we should continue to investigate and see if there are any German spies hidden in the military hospital. We should uproot them so that they will not harm the other senior commanders." Seeing that Khrushchev and voroshlov had settled the matter, panferov nodded with a smile, put the interrogation record in his hand in front of Khrushchev, and then turned to leave the office. As soon as panferov walked out of the door, Khrushchev's secretary reappeared at the door. He stood upright at the door and reported to Khrushchev, "Comrade Khrushchev, there is a call from the front line from Marshal Zhukov."“ Put the phone in When Zhukov heard what the Secretary said, he immediately got up from his seat and gave an order. Then he quickly walked to the phone and picked up the receiver: "Hello, I'm Zhukov!" As I was so far away, I couldn't hear what the caller said to Zhukov. But from his locked eyebrows and his increasingly ugly face, I knew that something important had happened. Zhukov put down the phone, walked quickly to the conference table and said to Khrushchev, "Comrade Khrushchev, I'm sorry, there's something wrong with the front line, I need to go back and deal with it immediately." Then, without waiting for Khrushchev to respond, he nodded at voroshlov and said to me, "Rita, let's go at once."“ Wait a minute, comrade Zhukov. " Who knows we didn't take a few steps, Khrushchev suddenly called in the back. When we stopped and turned to look at him, he quickly came up to us and said to Zhukov in a friendly tone, "Comrade Zhukov, I'll take you to the airport myself."