Chapter 777

"Marshal! The steamship has been arranged and escorted by two gunboats. It's safe. We sail slowly across the sea at night, and the German air force can't stop us. As long as we get to the other side, we'll be safe. " One of Voroshilov's confidants reported to him in his office the preparations for the retreat.

Because he is a confidant of Voroshilov, he can run with Voroshilov himself. It can be said that Voroshilov's retreat is his retreat. So just when he arrived at Kerch, he detained a few ships at the dock according to the Marshal's order, waiting for them to be used at this time.

The current situation is good for Voroshilov, because after all, the German army mobilized almost all the heavy artillery in order to attack Sevastopol, and the large caliber railway guns were also in the West. It took time to transport them to the East. Therefore, although the position of the Soviet army is very crowded now, there is no danger of collapse in a short time.

"Come and help. Throw all these documents into the brazier. They can't be taken away, so they have to stay here." Of course, voroshlov knows what can be taken away and what can not be taken away. For example, he and Khrushchev issued an order to flee south into the crimson peninsula with their troops, which is the evidence of the crime to be destroyed.

Of course, there are all kinds of orders, which are the arrest and execution warrants signed by the two of them in order to suppress the army and eliminate those commanders who do not obey the orders. These orders should be destroyed as soon as possible. After all, this kind of thing is not a glorious thing. Destroying it is good for the living.

Without hesitation, the confidant went directly to Voroshilov, picked up the papers on his desk and threw them one by one into the brazier. Because there were so many papers, the flames in the brazier shot up very high. The beating flames set off the twisted faces of the two people. There was a strange atmosphere in the whole office.

One by one, the documents recording the crime were thrown into the brazier, and eventually turned into charred traces, stacked on more charred carbides inside. Both of them did not speak, but mechanically threw the documents in their hands and watched them burn with their own eyes.

"Comrade Marshal! Comrade Marshal! The German radio is spreading news. " An officer rushed into the office without knocking at the door. Looking at the scene in front of him, he lost his mind for a moment. Generally speaking, only when one army is at the end of its journey will it burn down the recording documents. Therefore, the scene in front of him makes him feel uneasy and afraid.

"What's the matter, say it! There are too many documents. We are just doing some necessary processing to avoid burning them when something happens in the future. " Marshal voroshlov said slowly, throwing the papers into the brazier.

"Ah! Well, comrade marshal. German Radio announced a news that Comrade Khrushchev, who was in charge of commanding work in Sevastopol fortress, had been killed by them, and the remains found today... "The officer replied softly with his head down.

"..." after hearing this news, voloshilov's action stopped. He never thought that the old friend who followed him all the way died in Sevastopol. They dealt with yerov together and led Poland's defeat together. Although there are many different ideas between the two, they are still partners. Now that Khrushchev is gone, there is a kind of sadness in voloshlov's heart.

"Order, organize a local counterattack, let the Marines lead, assemble... Assemble 5000 people, and take back some positions. Even if... Even if I see Comrade Khrushchev off. " Voroshlov finally made some sad remarks and issued a combat order. Revenge for Khrushchev, he thought.

In the evening of the next day, voroshlov, who had slept in the afternoon, could not wait to get up from his bed. Three cars were waiting outside the headquarters. Several guards and the confidants of the marshal were ready for all the speeches. The marshal is going to inspect the deployment of the port temporarily. He will return to the headquarters at dinner time.

With a few bags of documents, they got on the three cars waiting at the door in such a hurry. Then, under the gaze of all the soldiers around the headquarters, they drove to the direction of the wharf. On both sides of Kerch's street, there were many soldiers squatting. These poor big soldiers were holding guns and shivering with cold, watching their officers go away in the car.

After a day's fighting, there were wounded soldiers in the street. The counterattack for Khrushchev's Revenge had killed 2000 Soviet soldiers in the position, but they didn't get the order to stop. The commanders on the front line had to hold their heads and continue to discuss how to attack the German army.

At dinner, a front-line officer opened the door of Marshal voroshlov's office. There was a strong smell of scorch inside. Apart from a burning brazier and a war zone map on the wall, it was no different from an ordinary residence.

"Comrade Marshal? Comrade Marshal? Do you know where Comrade Marshal has gone? " The commander from the front line came to ask Voroshilov to cancel the attack plan, so he asked the soldiers in the headquarters everywhere to find the missing marshal.

"Comrade teacher! About an hour ago, marshal voroshlov and some of his guards said they were going to the dock. They have not come back yet. " An officer in the control room said everything he knew: "they said they would come back for dinner, but it was obviously delayed because of something." An inexplicable panic surged into the teacher's heart. He ran back to the car parked at the door, jumped on it and ordered to drive straight to the dock. But obviously he was a little late. On the dock, he saw several soldiers killed on the ground, and several dock guards who were swearing“ What happened? " The division chief frowned and asked the soldiers who were cursing there. The soldier took a look, looked up and down at the division commander's dress and rank, and then began to hate: "those officer bastards said they would go to the ship to have a look, and then they would run away in the ship. We didn't ask for anything too much. We just said we'd run away with them and continue to work for them. As a result, these bastards ordered to shoot and killed so many people. " The fool also knew that voroshlov himself ran away and betrayed tens of thousands of defenders on the whole Kerch line. The teacher looked at the undulating sea and didn't know what he was feeling inside. Finally, he reluctantly turned around and walked to his car. After all, the attack could be stopped, because the man who issued the order had already run away in the boat. Yes, he ran away, betrayed the generals and soldiers who fled to the crimson peninsula with him, and so he ran away. If it wasn't for trust, who would have come to such a dead end? But some people, for their own lives, go when it is so unremitting. It was getting dark. On the edge of a dark beach, marshal voroshlov, with the help of his confidants, took several guards to the beach in the Caucasus. For him, the dragon's den of Kerch is already on the other side of the sea. Now he can be said to be completely safe. There is some light on the opposite side, which is caused by the flashlight swinging back and forth. This shows that the people who took over voroshlov's party have arrived, so the guards around voroshlov also began to respond with flashlights. In a short time, the soldiers of the Soviet interior armed with submachine guns came to voroshlov, whose shoes were soaked and shivering with cold“ Comrade marshal voroshlov? " A leading officer reached out his hand, took voloshlov's officer card, carefully compared it, then did not return it to voloshlov himself, and put it directly into his coat pocket. Some of the despondent people were surrounded by the internal security forces who came to meet them and began to walk deep into the beach. Voloshlov, who had experienced numerous storms and waves, looked at the Guard officer who came to pick him up and asked, "comrade, why didn't the contact person of Comrade Zhukov come?"“ He's right in front of us, waiting for us to pass The officer laughed, his face full of unnatural expression“ who are you? Let Zhukov's people meet me! I'm not going anywhere... "Before Voroshilov finished speaking, several guards behind him felt something bad. When they began to touch the pistol around their waist, the other side's submachine gun had already sounded“ Suddenly! Suddenly, suddenly Bullets flew everywhere, and Voroshilov's guards immediately fell into a pool of blood. Before the old Marshal could recover, he was shot with more than a dozen holes. The unfortunate confidant left his marshal and wanted to run back, but he was also screened by a row of bullets. Lying on the ground, Voroshilov did not close his eyes. He struggled with his mouth full of blood foam and asked the officer vaguely, "why..." Comrade Stalin does not allow any form of betrayal. That's why he has to deal with you. " The officer answered with understanding: "Marshal Zhukov has put forward a proposal to let you live in anonymity for a lifetime. However, the great leader comrade Stalin still thinks that it's better to deal with people like you as soon as possible, which is more worrying." Voroshlov finally lost his temper and lay on the beach with empty eyes. On February 21, the Kerch garrison surrendered to the German army, and the battle of crimson ended with the victory of the German army