Chapter 1605

After shaking hands with Zhukov and me one by one, Stalin looked at Zhukov and said, "Comrade Zhukov, do you know why I want to recall you to Moscow?"

"Yes, comrade Stalin." Zhukov replied without expression: "I have met with Comrade Dimitrov. I think our army's fight to liberate Bulgaria should be very smooth."

"To liberate Bulgaria and let them withdraw from the camp of Germany is only one aspect." Stalin pointed to Zhukov with his cigarette end hand and then walked to his desk.

Seeing Stalin's reaction, not only Zhukov's face showed a look of surprise, but also I was a bit silly. I said, is there anything more important than liberating Bulgaria and driving away the enemy there?

Stalin stood at his desk, picked up a match, lit his pipe, took a breath, and then said, "Comrade Zhukov, the Polish government in exile in London, through Britain and the United States, has asked us to send troops to support the rebels in Warsaw. Even if we are not willing to take action, we should open the field airport for the US military, and have their pilots air drop the rebels in Warsaw. "

When Stalin mentioned that the U.S. military intended to use our airport to provide airdrops for the Warsaw rebels, I immediately thought that the Soviet army did not provide an airport for the U.S. military, which was highly criticized in later generations. I quickly turned my eyes to Zhukov to hear how he replied to this matter.

Zhukov stood where he was, frowning and thinking for a long time. Finally, he slowly shook his head and said firmly, "Comrade Stalin, I don't agree to provide a field airport for the US military."

As soon as Zhukov's voice was over, I heard Stalin ask in a calm voice, "Comrade Zhukov, why do you want to refuse the request of the United States? You know, as long as they enter our airport, they will be able to provide sufficient material support to the Polish uprising troops who are fighting nearby. "

Zhukov was silent for a moment, and then replied loudly, "Comrade Stalin, first of all, our airports on the front line are too small to accommodate a large number of transport planes; Secondly, the German army has a complete air defense system deployed near Warsaw. If the US army wants to forcibly implement low altitude airdrop, it will suffer heavy losses under the German air defense artillery fire. "

After listening to Zhukov's reason for not agreeing to provide the airport, Stalin did not immediately express his views. Instead, he looked at me and asked, "Rita, what do you think about this?"

I didn't expect that Stalin would throw this hot potato to me. I was a little flustered and didn't know how to answer his question. Seeing that I couldn't speak, Zhukov relieved me: "Rita, if you have any idea, just say it. Comrade Stalin just wants to hear more from everyone. Even if you are wrong, he will not blame you. "

"Yes, yes," Stalin nodded, echoing Zhukov. "I just want to hear your opinion."

After getting their endorsement, I bravely said, "Comrade Stalin, I agree with Marshal Zhukov that field airports should not be provided for the US military."

Stalin had obviously guessed that I would say so, so he asked with the same expression: "why?"

After sorting out the words in my mind, I said cautiously: "as far as I know, the rebel and German defense positions in Warsaw city are crisscrossed. Even if the US Army can risk being shot down by anti-aircraft guns and use ultra-low air drop, the materials dropped may fall into the enemy's defense area, and the German will be cheap for nothing.

The most crucial point is that the Warsaw Uprising launched this time was led by the Polish government in exile. A series of actions taken by them not to cooperate with our army are worth pondering. "

I don't know how Stalin views the Warsaw Uprising at present, so many words can only be touched. However, with Stalin's political wisdom, I can easily hear my voice out of the picture. He said with a smile, "Rita, I'm afraid that even if we support the rebels in Warsaw, they will treat us as enemies. I understand, right? "

Seeing that Stalin had guessed my mind, I would not hide it. Instead, I nodded my head and said, "yes, comrade Stalin, that's what I mean. I'm afraid that the poles will regard our army as another aggressor."

"It's their business, we can't control it; Even if we want to, there's nothing we can do about it. " After two puffs of anxiety, Stalin finally said firmly, "I think we should firmly refuse this request from the Americans. The airdrop of Shacheng to China should be done by our air force. "

"The rebel forces in Warsaw are not only lack of unified command, but also internal strife." Zhukov turned his lips and said with disapproval: "in this case, even if we air drop more materials to them, it may not help."

"Yes, airdrop alone can't solve the problem, so we must take necessary military actions at the same time." Stalin went to a big map by the wall and said to Zhukov, "Comrade Zhukov, come here." I saw Zhukov stride to the map and quickly follow him.

Stalin pointed to the map beside him, looked at Zhukov and said, "we can let the first and second front forces of Belarus carry out limited offensive operations to the north of Warsaw, so as to establish landing sites on the narev River, liberate pragar, and then establish new defensive positions in this area."

I have seen the place name Praga on the tourist map of later generations. The visva river divides Warsaw into East and west parts. On the East Bank of the river is the residential area of Praga, where most of the villas for four are located, while the famous tourist attractions are mainly concentrated on the West Bank.

Zhukov squinted at the map without saying a word for a while, then straightened his back to Stalin and said, "Comrade Stalin, please allow me to rush back to rokosovsky's troops immediately, find out the specific situation of the Polish front line, and take corresponding measures."

When I heard Zhukov's words, my heart was cold. I said that I had just arrived in Moscow for a few hours, and then I would return to the Polish front. Isn't this a pastime?

Stalin did not immediately agree to Zhukov's request, but kindly said: "Zhukov, you have just arrived in Moscow. You'd better have a rest here and go back tomorrow afternoon."

For Stalin's good intentions, Zhukov refused: "Comrade Stalin, in the war, every minute is precious. I ask you to let me return to Poland immediately and make a new battle plan with the commanders of the two front forces."

Seeing that Zhukov's attitude was so firm, Stalin didn't persuade him any more. Instead, he nodded and said, "well, comrade Zhukov, since you have made up your mind, go back to the front line as soon as possible."

When I heard Stalin agree to Zhukov's request, I couldn't help complaining. I thought that I could stay in Moscow for a longer time, but I had to wait for Bulgaria to solve the problem and then return to Poland. I didn't expect that I would leave after a few hours. It's really unbearable.

When I finished my salute to Stalin, I followed Zhukov and went out dejectedly. Suddenly I heard Stalin say, "Rita, stay!"

When I heard Stalin say this, even Zhukov stopped and looked at Stalin in surprise. Stalin waved at him and said, "Comrade Zhukov, go back to the front line first. Since Rita is your deputy, she will stay in charge of the preparation for attacking Bulgaria. "

When Zhukov left, Stalin went to the table and rang the bell. A moment later, boskhlebeshev appeared at the door. Stalin told him, "comrades boskhlebeshev, please arrange someone to take Rita home."

"Home?" When I heard Stalin say this, I was stunned for a moment. Then I said mistily, "Comrade Stalin, I don't have a home in Moscow!"

Stalin laughed, then said: "since Khrushchev can arrange a house for our heroine in Kiev, can't it be in Moscow?" With that, he gave a wink to boskelebeshev, who was standing by.

Boskhlebeshev came up to me and made a gesture of invitation. I saluted Stalin again and went out through the open door.

When I came to the office outside, I waited for boskelebeshev to finish the call and asked curiously, "Comrade boskelebeshev, I don't know where the house Stalin gave me is?"

"In Lenin street, the house is good." Boskelebeshev said to me with a smile, "the room is well furnished. You don't have to prepare anything. You can move in."

A middle-aged man in military civilian clothes trotted to Persia klebshev's office and asked in a low voice, "Hello, comrade Persia klebshev, what can I do for you?"

Bosklebshev pointed to the man and said to me, "Rita, this is Comrade shamiakin. I have something to do and I can't leave. He will take you to the new house later." Then he introduced him and said, "this is general oshanina who came back from the front line. The house I asked you to prepare yesterday is for her. Your task now is to send her back to her new house. Do you understand? "

"I see, comrade perclebeshev." Shamiakin nodded and bowed, and said to me respectfully, "general oshanina, please come to me and I'll send you back to your new home."

On both sides of Lenin Street are almost all old stone buildings. These buildings, built in czarist era and with strong European style, are far from comparable to the brick and concrete buildings of later generations. My new house is in a two-story building with a yard. According to shamiakin, there are only four families living in the building, all of them are generals or local dignitaries.

The car stopped outside the iron fence. Shamiyagin pushed the door open and went to the door. With the help of street lights, he found the doorbell beside the door and pressed it hard. The light in the next mail room immediately came on, and a burly old lady limped out of the room. She came to the door and said to shamiakin standing outside, "I'm sorry, it's not reception time. I can't let you in."

Shamiakin took out his identification, handed it in through the door and said politely, "I'm from the Kremlin. I'm sending a new tenant here."

Instead of being intimidated by the name of the Kremlin, the old lady carefully checked shamiakin's ID card with the help of a street lamp. Then she looked at him and asked, "where are the new tenants, comrade?" When I heard the old lady asking, I quickly pushed the door open and got out of the car. I quickly walked to the door, nodded to the old lady inside, and said with a smile, "Hello, comrade woman, I'm a new tenant. Can you open the door for us?" The old lady looked me up and down, took out her key, opened the big lock on the door, opened the small door on the iron fence door, and said to me enthusiastically, "please come in quickly, Comrade General." My house is on the right side of the second floor. After the old lady opened the door, she pressed the light. After looking at the interior layout, I couldn't help but take a breath of air conditioning. Compared with here, the house that Khrushchev gave me can only be described as shabby. This house not only has a full set of solid wood furniture, luxurious carpets and tapestries, but also has a huge crystal chandelier hanging in the middle of the living room. Seeing such luxurious furnishings, I can't help but feel guilty and ask: "I don't know who was the owner of this house before?" Shamiakin doesn't seem to understand the situation here. He turns his eyes on the old lady, hoping that the old man in charge of the house can answer this question. Seeing that shamiakin was looking at herself, the old lady knew why she did not speak, so she took the initiative to introduce herself to me and said, "in the era of Czar, it was a count who lived here. After the victory of the revolution, several important figures have lived here. After the outbreak of the war, it has been vacant. " The old lady said that there once lived an earl here. I decided to knock on the wall and floor when I was free to see if there was any interlayer in the room and some rare treasures. After the old lady's introduction, shamiakin began to explain the matters needing attention to me: "Comrade General, there is a telephone in the living room. Next to the telephone is the telephone book. If you have anything, you can call me directly; If you want to go out, you can contact the duty room, and they will send a car to pick you up... "When shamiakin explained the precautions to me, the old lady stood aside without saying a word. When she saw that the other party was about to leave, she said to me with a smile: "Comrade General, my name is Liuba. I'm the duty officer here. If you have anything to do, you can give me a direct order. I'm ready to help you at any time."