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Petrovna knew the priorities. After getting off the train, she did not rush to see her husband, but stood silently by the train and waited. It was not until Zhukov and Rokosovsky met before he walked over to give a warm hug to his husband. After brief complaints, accompanied by guards, went to the well-arranged residence.

Zhukov and I followed Rokosovsky to his headquarters. With the exception of Chief of Staff Malinin, the rest were sent away by Rokosovsky. It seemed that he planned to talk to Zhukov privately. talk.

Zhukov took off his military cap and threw it on the table. He raised his head and asked Rokosovsky standing aside: "Comrade Rokosovsky, tell me about your situation. You are fighting the small-scale attack that the Germans discovered. , What effect has it achieved?"

"The situation is not very good, Comrade Marshal." Standing in front of Zhukov, Rokosovsky pointed to the map on the table and said to him: "We have made a tentative attack in the direction of Baric, Batov's Although the 65th Army occupied some high ground in this area, due to the fierce German artillery fire, our army could not continue to expand the results." At this point, his voice became low, "Our participating troops have suffered heavy losses. General Batov issued an order to stop the attack temporarily."

Zhukov raised his hand and scratched the back of his head, turned his gaze to Malinin, and asked with a serious expression: "Comrade Malinin, tell me, if we launch a full-scale offensive in the direction of Baric, can we do it?"

Malinin smiled bitterly, and then said: "Comrade Marshal, due to the terrain in this direction, it is undoubtedly the best attack direction for our army to use tank units. But the Germans are not stupid, they have strong commanding heights. And the deep trapezoidal fortifications, if we choose this offensive direction, we must be psychologically prepared to withstand heavy casualties."

"Yes, Comrade Marshal." As soon as Malinin finished speaking, Rokosovsky added: "The chief of staff is right. Judging from the results of the current trial offensive, the Germans have seen through that we want to capture Baric. And the intention of rushing to Minsk, if our army still chooses the direction of attack here, it will inevitably pay a painful price."

"Then how did you think about it?" Zhukov was silent for a moment after listening to the two of them, and asked, "Can you choose another attack direction?"

Rokosovsky and Malinin glanced at each other and said helplessly: "Although the enemy's defense is relatively weak on the left wing of the Batov Army, they only build defenses on some commanding heights, but the terrain there is complicated and everywhere. They are all swamps, lakes, and forests. The movement of troops is very difficult, especially tank troops, where they can’t be used for much purpose.

"Who is more familiar with the terrain there?" Zhukov asked lightly.

"General Batov," Rokosovsky quickly replied, "There is his defense zone."

"Go!" Zhukov stood up abruptly, took the hat placed on the table and put it on his head, and said categorically: "Go, let's go and see!" After speaking, he took the lead to walk outside the door.

Seeing that Zhukov had gone out, we hurriedly followed.

On the way to Batov, Malinin and I rode in the same car. He tilted his head and approached my ear and asked: "Lida, Comrade Marshal came to us, does it mean that our place will become The main attack direction?"

Since the plan to choose Belarus as the active direction for the next stage is still top secret, even if I have a good relationship with Malinin, I cannot disclose it to him. But since he spoke, it doesn’t seem very good if he ignores it, so I can only evade the point and say: "Comrade Chief of Staff, why would you ask such a question? Have you heard anything?"

Ma Lining saw that I didn’t want to disclose the news to him, but still smiled and replied, “Do I have to hear something before I ask you that? You know, everyone now knows that there is a legend in our army. : Where Zhukov goes, there will be ready to attack."

Our convoy came outside Batov’s temporary headquarters. Zhukov asked me to wait outside, and then he took Rokosovsky and Malinin into the Batov’s headquarters in strides.

When I was idle, I saw a tent one or two hundred meters away, so I walked towards it. At the edge of the tent area, there was a soldier standing guard. Seeing me walking by, he quickly stood at attention and raised his hand to salute me.

I responded with a gift, looking at the women and children walking back and forth in the tent area, and asked curiously: "Comrade fighters, are they all local residents?"

The soldier looked back, shook his head, and replied solemnly, "No, Comrade General. These are the widows of our sacrificed comrades. They all constrained the corpses of their husbands or fathers."

I was stunned by what the soldiers said. For a long time, I thought that the wounded soldiers were sent to the field hospital or the rear military hospital, and the bodies of the sacrificed comrades were buried on the spot, and then the local civil affairs department sent their families to their families. A notice of death. Unexpectedly, there will be so many women and children who will travel long distances to consolidate the remains of their loved ones.

Looking at the sad women and children, I felt very uncomfortable. Just as I was about to turn around and leave, I suddenly heard a timid voice: "Are you a commander?"

I followed the reputation and saw a little girl wearing a shabby padded jacket and a headscarf, looking up at herself. I squatted down quickly, reached out and grabbed the girl's arm, and asked amiably, "Yes, kid, I'm the commander, what's the matter with you?"

"It's like this," a girl who seemed to be seven or eight years old said to me like a little adult: "My mother and I came to my father from Tutaev. But when we got here, we didn't find it. He, some people say he sacrificed, can you help us?"

I looked up at the soldier standing next to me and asked, "Comrade soldier, do you know where the body of this little girl's father is?"

When the soldier heard my question, he replied in a flustered manner: "I'm sorry, Comrade General, I have just added to this unit, and the specific situation is not clear." Seeing the expression on my face, he quickly added. , "Company commander, comrade commander should know something, I will ask him to report to you."

"Since this is the case, what are you still trying to do." When I saw the soldier said this, I stood in a daze and urged him: "Hurry up and find someone."

After the soldier ran away, I then asked the little girl: "My child, what is your name?"

"My name is Tereshkova," the little girl replied in a crisp voice: "My full name is Valentina Vladimirovna Tereshkova, you can call me Valentina Vladimirovna Tereshkova. Lin Jingna. What is your name?"

After hearing the little girl say her full name, I couldn’t help being a little dumbfounded. If I remember correctly, the little girl standing in front of me at this moment is the future world’s first female astronaut and won the title of Hero of the Soviet Union. Female Major General of the Soviet Air Force. She has been awarded the Lenin Medal twice, and also won the United Nations Peace Gold Medal, as well as high-level medals awarded by many countries in the world. She is an honorary citizen of more than a dozen cities in the world. In my day, there was a crater on the back of the moon named after her.

Seeing that I was too late to respond, the little girl gently pushed my shoulder with her hand and asked with concern: "Comrade Female Commander, what's wrong with you?"

Her words woke me up from my contemplation. I shook my head and said to her with a smile: "Valentina, you can call me Lida. Don't worry, I will send someone to take you there soon. Your father."

While we were talking, the soldier who had just left trot over with a lieutenant. Seeing the lieutenant standing in front of me raising his hand to salute, I quickly stood up, put my hand on the little girl's shoulder, and asked the lieutenant: "Comrade Lieutenant, do you know this little girl?"

The lieutenant glanced at the little girl, and then decisively said: "Yes, Comrade General. Her father died in the attack on Baric."

Now that I know the identity of the little girl, I naturally understand how far away the mother and daughter are from. The city in the northeast of Moscow will take at least three days to get here even by train. I can't let them down. And Gui: "Where is her father's body? It's time to let their mother and daughter go to see them for the last time."

The lieutenant shrugged and said helplessly: "I'm sorry, Comrade General, there are no remains. Our company was intercepted by German artillery fire during the attack, and her father was blown to pieces by the shells."

After listening to the lieutenant's words, I also seemed helpless. I have been on the battlefield more than once, and I have seen people being bombed so that there is no scum left. There is no way to find the body of Valentina's father, and it is normal. When I wanted to tell the little girl the bad news, I couldn't help but feel softened again when I saw the look of hope in her innocent eyes looking at me.

I frowned and thought for a moment, then lowered my voice to the lieutenant: "Comrade Lieutenant, even if you can’t find her father’s body, there will always be the relic. Even if it’s the uniform or used towel he wore, you can take these things Give it to their mother and daughter, and you can leave them a thought. Are you right?"

After hearing what I said, the lieutenant hesitated for a moment, then nodded vigorously, and said: "Understood, Comrade General, I will follow your orders."

Seeing that the lieutenant agreed to my proposal, I quickly opened my shoulder bag, took out two chocolates from it, stuffed them into Valentina’s hand, and said to her, "Valentina, take it. , This is my gift to you."

Valentina took the chocolate, smiled sweetly at me, raised her small hand holding the chocolate and waved at me, and then followed the lieutenant towards the tent area.

When I returned to the command of the group army, I just caught up with Zhukov and the others coming out of it. Zhukov didn't notice my anomaly, but briefly commanded: "Get in the car, let's go to the front and take a look."

Ma Lining and I got in the same car again. After looking at the tent area in the distance, I said leisurely: "Chief of Staff, do you know who is in the tent?"

Ma Lining looked in that direction, nodded slightly, and said: "I know, they are basically the widows of martyrs. Some of them came from the back to visit their relatives from thousands of miles away, but only after arriving here did they find that their relatives are already there. Sacrifice on the battlefield."

"How do you plan to relocate them?" I know that the Soviet Army does not have any pension system. The soldiers sacrificed their cover on the battlefield, and only asked the local civil affairs department to issue a death notice to their families. Sometimes for reasons of confidentiality, even the location of the sacrifice is not written, but vaguely stated that the sacrifice was made on the battlefield.

"We are the army after all, and we can do only a limited amount." Ma Linin said with a look of embarrassment: "For these widows who came to the army, we can only temporarily settle them for a period of time, and then send someone to return them to their original places." Finally, He sighed and said, "This is war!"

Ma Lining's words left me completely speechless, and I knew I was powerless in this matter. After all, we are the army, and it is our responsibility to defend our home and country. These things can only be managed by the local authorities. I turned my face to Malinin: "Chief of Staff, where are we going?"

"Go to the left wing of the 65th Army." Malinin turned his head and said to me: "Comrade Marshal asked General Batov to take us there to look at the terrain in order to decide whether we should adjust the attack direction."

At this moment, I found that history had returned to my familiar track~lightnovelpub.net~ In my memory, Zhukov and Rokosovsky confirmed the position after observing the terrain of the 65th Army Defense Zone. At the beginning of the Belarusian offensive campaign, the troops should choose in which direction to implement the breakthrough.

After we arrived at the destination, Zhukov took Rokosovsky and Batov into a defensive zone composed of trees and shrubs as high as one person to see if it was suitable as a starting point for the offensive. And Malinin and I were ordered by him to stay in the parking place and wait for him.

I watched Zhukov and his party enter the edge of the overgrown swamp. After disappearing from my line of sight, I asked Malinin casually: "Chief of Staff, if you are the commander of the front army, would you choose to attack the German defense line from here? ?"

Hearing my question, Ma Lining replied without hesitation: "Lida, that's for sure. I will definitely use this as the main direction of the army's attack."

Seeing his answer so readily, I couldn't help but wonder: "Chief of Staff, why did you make such a decision?"

Malinen raised his hand and pointed to the front and explained to me: "First of all, the Germans do not have any perfect defensive positions on the opposite side of the swamp. As long as we can pass through the swamp smoothly, we can easily break through their defenses. As for the second Point it," when he said this, he smiled slyly at me, and added, "I remember when you were the commander of the Sixth Guards Army, you sent troops to reconnaissance the enemy's position across the swamp many times. The place where the knowledge of you can make you value so much and spend so much energy must be the weak point of the German defense. Then we chose this place as the main offensive site, that is certainly correct."

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