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Although Valentina was a celebrity in the Soviet Union and Russia in later generations, even on her birthday, Putin would personally visit her to give her flowers and gifts to congratulate her. But at this moment, she was just an ordinary little girl, a child who lost her father in the Great Patriotic War. I wanted to help them, but found that I couldn't do anything.

When Ma Lining was chatting with me, she suddenly found my expression gloomy. She couldn't help asking curiously: "Lida, what happened? I think you seem to be full of troubles?"

I hesitated for a while and told Malinen about Valentina's affairs. Finally, with a trace of regret, I said: "I looked at that little girl very poor and wanted to help her, but I found that I was powerless in many things. "

"It turned out to be this?" Malinin heard me explain the reason, frowned and thought for a moment, then said: "It's easy. When you return to Moscow, you can talk to Bos Klebeshev about this matter. Is there anything he can do about it."

"Looking for Boskrebeshev?" When I heard Malinin's name, my eyes lighted up, and my heart said: "Yes, Boskrebeshev is Stalin's secretary. I have to take care of Valentina's family. As far as the matter is concerned, he only needs to call the leaders of Tutayev City, this matter will be solved."

Thinking of this, I quickly held Malinin’s hand and said gratefully: "Thank you, Comrade Chief of Staff. You are really right. When I get back to Moscow, I will talk to Comrade Boskrebeshev about this. thing."

"Lida, you are too polite, you are also helping the women and children of those who have lost their relatives." Ma Lining just finished saying this, suddenly glanced behind me, and said in surprise: "Hey, the marshal and commander. Why did you come out so soon?"

I turned my head and looked, and I saw Zhukov, Rokosovsky, and Batov walking out from the edge of the overgrown swamp with several staff members. I was surprised when I saw this situation. In the movie I watched, Zhukov talked with a few soldiers who were eating while inspecting the terrain and asked them why they wanted American stew. Canned meat is called "the second battlefield". But now only ten minutes later, Zhukov, who was checking the terrain, came back. Obviously, the scene that happened in the movie was just a fabrication by the director.

Zhukov walked to his jeep, opened the rear door, and sat in silently. Seeing that Rokosovsky also got on the car, the commanders standing nearby also got on the car. Suddenly, the sound of closing the car doors sounded one after another nearby.

When I returned to Batov’s headquarters this time, I was not stopped at the door. Instead, I followed Zhukov and walked into the headquarters. After Zhukov sat down, he did not speak, but looked at the busy staff and communications officers in the room. Batov, who was standing on the side, immediately understood, and hurriedly issued an order to his subordinates: "You all go out first."

When there were only five of us left in the house, Zhukov asked Rokosovsky who was sitting opposite him: "Comrade Rokosovsky, how do you think we should choose the attack direction in the swamp area? Transport the tank to the other side?"

Rokosovsky did not directly answer Zhukov’s question. Instead, he cast his eyes on me and said with a smile: "Comrade Marshal, I think this question should be answered by Lida."

"Me?" I didn't expect that Rokosovsky would suddenly throw this question to me. I was stunned for a moment, and asked somewhat unexpectedly: "What answer can I give you?"

"I remember when your troops were stationed in Mozyri-Kalinkovich, you sent reconnaissance troops many times to carry out reconnaissance across the swamp." Rokosovsky looked at me with the same face. Keeping a smile: "At the time, I thought you were unnecessary. If we want to attack Minsk, we can attack directly in the direction of Baric. But after this period of tentative attack, I found that my opinion was wrong. Yes, the enemy’s defenses in this area are tight. If we carry out a strong offensive, we are bound to pay a painful price. But attacking from the swamp area can give the Germans a surprise blow."

"Let's talk about it, Lida." Zhukov also turned his gaze to me: "You have always been a maverick, and you like to be ingenious when arranging troops. Since you have ordered people to search for areas to conduct reconnaissance, there must be Perfect attack plan."

After hearing Zhukov’s question, I was a little bit dumbfounded. I said that the reason why I sent people to carry out reconnaissance in the swamp area is because in my memory, the main attack direction of Belarus is in the swamp area. I really want me to tell. It's really hard for me to be so ugly.

"It's okay, Lida, just say whatever you think of it." Rokosovsky saw that I was slow to speak. He thought I had some scruples, so he quickly said in a roundabout way: "Even if you make a mistake, we don't I will blame you."

The matter has reached its current stage. If I don't say anything, I will definitely not get through. So I can only bite the bullet and say: "As General Batov said, attacking Baric is indeed a good choice. But not only do we think, the Germans also think so, so they Many obstacles will be set up on our way forward, so that, in order to rush to Minsk, we have to fight a cruel and protracted battle with the Germans."

"According to the results of our preliminary offensive," Batov said worriedly: "It will take two months at the earliest to successfully break into the vicinity of Minsk, and at the same time it will cost a lot of 100,000 to 150,000 Human casualties."

"We don't have that long time," Zhukov waited for him to finish, and immediately said unceremoniously: "At most half a month, we must regain Minsk, so we can only choose other directions that the Germans can't think of. Come to carry out the assault." At this point, he cast his eyes on me again, "Lida, hurry up, how do we transport the tank to the other side of the swamp?"

"Actually, this is very simple." I gestured on the map with my hands and said: "After the artillery began to suppress the enemy on the opposite shore with firepower, our infantry began to attack, and the engineers laid timber roads in the swamp to let our tanks pass."

"Such a wide area of ​​swamp, if paving timber roads, that would be a huge amount of work." Malinen said with extreme anxiety about my proposal: "If it really takes two or three days to pave roads in the swamp. , Then we might as well not use tanks."

"It won't take that long, Comrade Chief of Staff." I quickly explained to everyone: "We only need to pile up wooden stakes every some distance, and then put the wooden frame up, so that the tank can pass." Fearing that I didn't understand enough, I quickly added, "How to build bridges in the swamp, maybe the comrades of the engineers know better than me."

After listening to my speech, Zhukov nodded, and then told Batov: "General Batov, it seems that you are going to mobilize manpower and start cutting down trees, and get ready to erect pontoon bridges in the swamp."

Zhukov stood up and said to a few of us: "Well, we have finished reading the things that should be seen here, and now we will look elsewhere." After that, he reached out and shook his hand with Batov. You are healthy!"

In the next two days, Zhukov and I, accompanied by Rokosovsky, inspected all the troops of the front without stopping.

After completing the inspection, Zhukov received a call from Stalin from Moscow. Stalin asked Zhukov politely: "Comrade Zhukov, have you completed your work in Belarus?"

"Yes, Comrade Stalin." Zhukov replied respectfully: "After several days of work, we have chosen a new main attack direction."

After Stalin waited for him to finish speaking, he said slowly: "Since the inspection work has been completed, return to Moscow as soon as possible, and discuss the specific combat plan with the General Staff Headquarters."

"Okay, I'll fly back in the afternoon." Zhukov stated to Zhukov, "I will study the battle plan with Comrade Antonov as soon as possible."

"Vasilevsky's injury is almost healed. He has returned to work at the General Staff Headquarters in the past two days. Let's work out a battle plan with him." After Stalin said this, he seemed to be ready to hang up. Suddenly Add another sentence: "By the way, bring Lida back together. We have to study the work arrangements for her."

Because of Stalin's special instructions, I followed Zhukov and returned to Moscow by plane. At the General Staff Headquarters where I was turned away last time, I saw Vasilevsky who was discharged from the hospital. I quickly saluted him and asked politely: "Hello, Comrade Chief of the General Staff, your Are the injuries healed?"

Vasilevsky shook hands with me, touched a scar on his forehead with his hand, smiled and said, "It's almost all right, but this scar has broken me."

He gave Zhukov and me to his office, and called Antonov and Ivanov, who tended to sit on the bench. After everyone arrived, everyone began to study the main direction of attack.

Before Zhukov spoke, Vasilevsky asked his two deputies to speak to talk about launching an offensive against the Germans in this area. The first speaker was Ivanov. He stood up and looked at Vasilievsky and said: "Comrade Marshal, I think the conditions for our offensive in Belarus are still immature, because there are still a large number of German troops in the direction of Leningrad. If we launch an offensive in this area, we may be attacked by German and Finnish troops...."

As soon as Ivanov’s words were uttered, I was astonished and speechless. You must know that the first offensive in Belarus was at the meeting a few days ago. Stalin decided on the matter. He served as the deputy general staff of the general staff. Long, I don't know this decision yet, it would be too ridiculous.

Just listen to him continue to say: "I think we should choose the right direction of attack in Ukraine. At present, there are nearly two million troops in our four armies, and the morale of the troops is also high because of Lien Chan's victory. We can use it. Our existing advantages give the enemy a thunderous blow, completely wipe out the enemy in Ukraine, and advance our front to Romania, Hungary, Czechoslovakia and Poland..."

"Comrade Ivanov," Zhukov waited for Ivanov and asked with a serious expression: "What's the matter with you? At the meeting a few days ago, Comrade Stalin rejected the choice of the main attack direction. The plan in Ukraine and the Baltic Sea coast area will determine Belarus as the main direction of our next offensive campaign."

"Comrade Marshal, I'm sorry, I don't know." After listening to Zhukov's criticism, Ivanov blushed and apologized to him, and then looked at Antonov who had gone to the meeting that day with resentment. Finally, he said: "My speech is over." After speaking, he just sat down.

"Comrades, two marshals," Antonov stood up from his seat and respectfully said to Zhukov and Vasilevsky: "Since we have chosen the main attack direction in Belarus, then our next work The focus is to replenish troops and ammunition for the Belarusian Front Army that is about to participate in combat."

"Ammunition is easy to say." Ivanov said disdainfully to this colleague: "Where should the soldiers solve it? You must know the early stage to ensure the victory of the offensive campaign on the right bank of Ukraine ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ our staff headquarters The focus of supply has always been on Ukraine. Now that we have to supplement the Belarusian Front, where can we find so many soldiers?"

"According to my investigation," Antonov only glanced at Ivanov, then turned his gaze back to Zhukov and Vasilevsky, and continued: "There are 370,000 guerrillas in Belarus. After the start, these guerrillas can be added to the regular army. At the same time, we can also replenish Rokosovsky with 100,000 recruits from the rear, so that the troops for the battle should be enough."

"Not enough, it's not enough." Ivanov retorted as soon as Antonov finished speaking. He ignored the ugly expression on Zhukov's face and frowning brows, and said to himself: "Even if there are 370,000 guerrillas active on the land of Belarus, but they are divided into vast areas, how do you gather them and distribute them to the troops?"

Although Ivanov’s remarks are aimed at Antonov, what he said is quite reasonable. No matter how large the guerrillas are, they must be gathered from their respective areas of activity. It is ridiculous to join Rokosowski’s regular army through the German-controlled area. So as soon as he finished speaking, the whole room fell into silence.

After a while, I heard Zhukov ask dryly: "In addition to reorganizing the guerrillas, what else can you do to provide Rokosovsky with enough soldiers?"

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