Chapter 1507

I wanted to find time to ask Zhukov what happened in the front line, so that he had to rush back to the front line, and even the funeral of vatukin tomorrow was cancelled. But Khrushchev has been with us all the time, and it's hard for me to ask. Especially after getting on the gas car, both of them sat in the back row, and I couldn't ask in the co driver's seat.

On the way to the airport, I suddenly remembered a post I had read on the Internet. It said that in the first edition of Zhukov's memoirs, there was a special mention of the death of vatukin. He clearly pointed out that Khrushchev was directly responsible for vatukin's tragic death. Although there was insufficient evidence, Zhukov suspected that Khrushchev was the hand of a famous ethnic extremist who killed his commander and comrade in arms, general vatukin. This was by no means groundless.

It is said that when Khrushchev read the words in "memory and thinking", Zhukov accused him of being responsible for vatukin's tragic death, he immediately beat his chest and feet with excitement and swore to heaven that he absolutely did not kill vatukin with his own hands or artificial hands. Finally, through various relationships, he asked Zhukov to delete the words that were unfavorable to him.

Gascar arrived at the airport, and the captain of the escort air force arrived. After saluting Zhukov, he said apologetically, "marshal, I'm sorry, because I don't know that you will return to the front line immediately, so the fighter has not been able to complete the replenishment of fuel."

"Can the remaining fuel fly back to the front line?" Zhukov looked very anxious and asked the captain, "I need to go back to the front army headquarters immediately."

"Comrade marshal, the existing fuel of the fighter can barely fly back." The captain hesitated for a moment, then said: "it only means that we are safe. If we meet German planes on the way, our fighters will not have enough fuel to fight with them in the air."

After hearing this, Zhukov asked expressionless, "how long does it take to start refueling now?"

The captain raised his hand and looked at his watch, then replied: "marshal, as long as we get the full assistance of the airport ground service, we can finish the fuel filling work in half an hour."

"Very good. Take me to the person in charge of the airport. I'll give him the task myself." When Zhukov finished, he urged the captain to take him to the airport headquarters and left Khrushchev and I beside the gascar.

When Khrushchev and I were far behind Zhukov and walking side by side towards the headquarters of the airport, Khrushchev suddenly asked, "Rita, can I trust you?"

Khrushchev's words stunned me. My heart said what happened to him. Why did he suddenly ask this? But seeing his sincere eyes, I nodded and said, "Comrade Khrushchev, although we haven't been together for a long time, you should know whether I am trustworthy."

After my words, Khrushchev became hesitant. From the embarrassed expression on his face, I guessed in my heart that he must have something important to say to me, but because it matters a lot, I can't make up my mind. Thinking of this, my heart can't help shivering for a while, while he hasn't said anything, he said in a hurry: "if you think what you want to say is something I shouldn't know, I won't inquire, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble."

"You know what, Rita?" Khrushchev sighed and said helplessly, "I'm the only one who knows the truth of some things, but I can't tell others. Can you understand my feelings?"

"Understanding, comrade Khrushchev, I fully understand." Listening to what he said, I knew better that what he was going to tell me would be a big secret. I worried that I might be killed in the future when I knew the secret, so I waved to him and said, "if you think it's not appropriate to tell me, don't tell me."

"Never mind, Rita." I didn't expect that the more I shirked, the more Khrushchev wanted to tell me the secret hidden in his heart: "I just want to find someone to talk about my heart, and you are the only one I can trust."

Seeing that Khrushchev had already said this, it would be a bit too much affectation for me to refuse. So I nodded and said, "Comrade Khrushchev, since you trust me so much, I can assure you that I will never let a third person know what you said to me."

After getting my assurance, Khrushchev suddenly asked, "Rita, do you know how vatukin died?"

From what he said, I guessed that there must be something else in the story of vatukin's death, but I asked in a confused way, "didn't the comrades of the Ministry of interior say that he was killed by several German agents?"

"That's just a few scapegoats." Khrushchev looked around and saw that there was no one within ten meters of us. However, in order to prevent the walls from having ears, he kept his voice down and said, "in fact, comrade vatukin can not die. If he had been injected with penicillin, maybe the wound would not have been infected. However, comrade Stalin's approval was needed for the use of this drug, but he never agreed. The reason for rejection is that penicillin is not produced in our country and we can't produce it. The United States, which provides us with this kind of medicine, may poison penicillin in order to weaken our strength. Therefore, it is very dangerous to use these drugs to treat a senior commander of our army

"No?" It was the first time that I heard that vatukin died of wound infection because he did not use penicillin, so I asked Khrushchev with half confidence: "Comrade Stalin would not agree to let general vatukin use penicillin which can reduce inflammation?"“ Yes, "Khrushchev nodded and said bitterly," Comrade vatukin's wound was not serious, but on the way to the rear, his wound was infected. The doctor in charge of vatujing's treatment thinks that as long as he uses penicillin, his injury can be completely cured. Since China has not yet been able to produce penicillin, the penicillin currently used is all aided by Britain and the United States. For the sake of safety, comrade Stalin made a decision that all the penicillin to be used must be approved by himself. " When I heard this, I suddenly came up with the term "prescription medicine". Yes, in this era, penicillin of later generations is a kind of "prescription medicine". No one can use it without Stalin's signature and approval. I couldn't help interrupting and asked, "Comrade Khrushchev, didn't the doctor report the request for penicillin to Moscow?"“ Of course, the doctor's request was reported! " Khrushchev nodded, his eyes flushed, and continued: "but Comrade Stalin did not sign. We had to wait. Just in the hopeless waiting, vatukin's injury worsened. The doctor told me that if we did not use penicillin for anti-inflammatory, we would have to amputate watujing. For this reason, I specially called Stalin and asked him to allow the use of penicillin against vatugin, but Comrade Stalin did not comment on my request. Watujing was lying on the operating table and called Stalin himself just before the amputation. The first time I saw the fragile inside of vatukin, he cried and said to the microphone, "dear comrade Stalin, please use all the strength you have to save my life." However, it is a pity that even if vatujing made a request in person, comrade Stalin still refused to nod his head. In the end, because the wound was seriously infected, watujing had to be amputated. " Khrushchev's words completely shocked me. This is a big secret. Now that he trusts me, he will tell me such a secret. If one day, when he is tired of me, will he kill me because I know this secret? I can't help shivering at the thought. When Khrushchev saw my reaction, he misunderstood me. He patted me gently on the shoulder, comforted me and said, "Rita, I know this secret will scare you. But I just feel so bad that I want to talk to someone about my heart. " Heart to heart, I secretly scolded: you told me such a big secret, your heart is relaxed, but my psychological burden has increased. In the future, if this matter is disclosed, he will suspect that the source of the information is me. At the same time, I also thought that no wonder he would agree with voroshlov and let the people in the interior department deal with the doctors and nurses, which also contains some elements of silence. Fortunately, the refueling work of the fighter plane was over soon. After I said goodbye to Khrushchev, I fled and got on the plane behind Zhukov. When the plane began to slide on the runway, I looked at Khrushchev standing outside the runway of the airport, and his heart was still pounding. When the plane entered a smooth flight, I got up, went to Zhukov, sat down, approached his ear, and asked aloud, "marshal, I don't know what happened in the front line. Do you want us to rush back?" Zhukov turned to look at me and said solemnly, "Hube's troops broke through general pokhov's defense zone, broke out of our encirclement, joined up with the second army of the Waffen SS who came to meet them, and withdrew to the direction of Lvov."“ What, did the German break through? " The news Zhukov said startled me again. At the moment, I could not care about how vatukin died. Instead, I nervously asked Zhukov, "didn't our three army groups entangle Hubei's troops? Why did they let them escape?"“ Hubei is very cunning, "Zhukov replied with a frown." he left three divisions of troops entangled with the troops we pursued in the mountains, but he quietly approached the defense area of the 13th group army with the main force, then launched a sudden attack, broke through our defense at one stroke, and successfully jumped out. "