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Before the Polish offensive was in full swing, an unexpected figure came to Cuikov's command.

Cui Kefu and I were sitting next to me, listening to General Bellinger giving orders to the troops in front of us through the telephone, suddenly a familiar voice sounded at the door: "Comrade commanders, how are you!"

I looked up at the door, just in time to see Rokosovsky walking quickly into the headquarters. Trikov and I quickly got up from our seats and were about to come forward to greet him, but when we saw him walking towards Bellinger, a long distance away, we proactively extended our hands and said in a friendly manner: "General Bellinger, the situation How's it going, has the Polish offensive begun?"

Bellinger stood up, shook hands with Rokosovsky, and said in a spring breeze: "Our infantry are boarding the ship, and in a few minutes, they will carry out an operation to cross the Vistula River."

"General Bellinger, I wish you victory in advance and drive the Germans out of Warsaw one day soon." After Rokosovsky said this politely to Bellinger, he turned to look at me and Cuikov, with Pointing to an old soldier who followed him in, he said to us: "Lida, Comrade Cuikov, let me introduce to you. This is General Alexander Zavacki, the military commissar of the Polish Army. He is from Poland. An old revolutionary, formerly a miner, a member of the Polish Workers’ Party, enjoys high prestige among the Polish working class and working people, and military commanders and fighters also admire him very much."

Hearing the backing of the other person, I hurriedly walked towards him, reached out to him first, and said politely: "Hello, General Zavacki, I am glad to meet you!"

Zawatsky held my hand tightly and shook it a few times: "Hello, General Oshanina, I am honored to know you here!"

After everyone said hello, Rokosovsky asked again: "General Bellinger, is there any news coming out of Warsaw?"

Although Bellinger and his chief of staff received a lot of information shortly after the shelling began, it was a pity that the two talked in Polish, and Cuikov and I didn't understand it at all. At this moment, when Rokosovsky was asking Bellinger, I quickly pricked my ears, fearing that I might miss some important information.

Bellinger nodded, picked up a telegram on the table, and handed it to Rokosovsky. At the same time, he said, "Comrade Marshal, this is the telegram that was just sent to us in Warsaw."

Rokosovsky took the telegram in Bellinger's hand, and after only one glance, his smile froze on his face. He handed the telegram back to the other party, and said with some embarrassment: "General Bellinger, this telegram is all in Polish, I don't understand it."

"I'm sorry, Comrade Marshal." Bellinger quickly took the message and said apologetically: "I don't know you don't understand Polish."

Rokosovsky waved his hand and said jokingly: "Although my father is Polish, I was born in the Russian city of Lukki and grew up in Russia. As a half-Polish, I actually don't understand Polish. , And I can’t read Polish words. If my father were to know about this, he would surely crawl out of the grave with anger and beat me up."

After everyone laughed, Rokosovsky said to Bellinger: "Comrade General, can you tell me what is written in the telegram sent by Comrade Warsaw?"

"Hitler sent the SS General Erich von Bach to Warsaw to command the suppression of the insurgents." Bellinger did not read the telegram, but said to Rokosovsky with a serious expression: " As soon as Bach arrived in Warsaw, he took advantage of the lack of unified command of the rebels and began to counterattack in an orderly manner. Facing the offensive launched by the Germans under the cover of armored trains, artillery, tanks and flamethrowers, the rebels suffered Very serious loss."

After Bellinger finished introducing the situation, Rokosowski asked sincerely: "Comrade General, if the situation in Warsaw is really as you said, then just rely on a Polish division to occupy and defend. This city is far from enough."

"Thank you for your kindness, Comrade Marshal." To Rokosovsky's kindness, Belinger politely refused: "You said that there are too few divisions. From a military point of view, perhaps it is correct. But from a political perspective. The above said, it is totally wrong. Our fighters are fighting tenaciously to liberate our motherland. I think in this case, one of our divisions can defeat the same number of enemies."

He finally emphasized: "As soon as the troops enter Warsaw, tens of thousands of insurgents will join us. By then, let alone one or two German defense divisions, even the elite SS troops will arrive in Warsaw. , We are also fully capable of defeating them."

Behringer's words left Rokosovsky speechless for a while. I looked at Bellinger, who was talking, as if I saw Vashkin, the military commissar of the Western Front at the beginning of the war. He blindly followed the headquarters of the command headquarters and gave the troops wrong orders to counterattack based on unrealistic battle reports. , Replacing calm and scientific analysis with politics in command. It bears unshirkable leadership responsibility for the initial serious failure of the front army in the southwestern defense direction and the deterioration of the overall situation in front of it. In the end, it was unable to withstand the huge psychological impact. Shot suicide. Behringer at this moment, in my mind, is a Polish version of Vashukin. He is full of blind confidence in using a division to liberate Warsaw.

In order to prevent the Polish army from suffering huge losses due to the deepening of the army alone, I said to Bellinger in a tactful tone: "General Bellinger, we must despise the enemy strategically, but we must attach importance to the enemy tactically. According to the information we have, the German SS deploys elite SS'skeleton divisions' on the east coast. I am worried that the Polish soldiers will suffer."

"'Skeleton Master'?!" When Bellinger heard this, he stared at me with wide eyes and raised his voice: "General Oshanina, I don't know who provided you with this kind of wrong information. You made a misjudgment. I can tell you responsibly that in the south of Warsaw, there are only weak German defense divisions, and our troops can completely defeat them."

Seeing that Bellinger was so stubborn, I closed my mouth in time and said that the troops involved in crossing the river are all friendly forces of no importance, and even if their entire army is destroyed, it has nothing to do with me.

The Polish radio operator sitting by the wall took off the headset he was wearing, and turned his head to shout to Bellinger in Polish. Then, the latter stood up, walked to the walkie-talkie, took the earphone and put it on his head, and spoke to the other party in Polish in Polish.

After a few minutes, Bellinger put down the phone, walked quickly back to the table, and said emotionally to Rokosovsky: "Comrade Marshal, our infantry has successfully landed on the other side. A pioneer company. I rushed into the trenches occupied by the enemy and engaged in fierce melee and hand-to-hand combat with the enemy. Now that the enemy has been wiped out, our troops have occupied the trenches."

"It's great, this is great." Rokosovs got up, took the initiative to reach out to Bellinger, and said friendlyly: "Comrade General, I congratulate you and congratulate your troops on their successful crossing. Across the Vistula."

Seeing that Rokosovsky congratulated Bellinger, I couldn't continue to sit still, so I stood up, shook hands with Bellinger, and congratulated him absent-mindedly.

After returning to my seat and sitting down, I asked Trikov sitting next to me in a low voice: "Comrade General, do they have any news from Major Monakov?"

"They haven't contacted us yet," Cui Koff heard me ask, raised his eyebrows, and asked me tentatively: "Do you need them to assist the Polish army?"

"No need." I rejected Trikov's proposal without hesitation, and said to myself: "Major Monakov and their mission is to destroy the Kaminsky brigade, regardless of the Polish army."

Although we both spoke in a low voice, Cui Koff glanced at the opposite side of the long table. The Polish commanders who were chatting and laughing with Rokosovsky asked me with some guilty conscience: "Lida, is this appropriate? I think it is a very good choice for the major to lead the army and cooperate with the Polish army's march to Warsaw. After all, they are our friendly forces."

"Comrade General." I said in a voice that only the two of us could hear: "If my judgment is not wrong, the Polish army will not be able to enter Warsaw at all. If Major Monakov is allowed to act with them, there may be an entire army. The danger of destruction."

My words shocked Cui Kefu. He asked in an incredible tone: "Is it impossible?"

"Comrade General, why are you confused?" I said to Cuikov a little anxiously: "Your troops have been fighting the Germans for so long in Magnušev. You must be familiar with the names of the German troops, right?"

"Yes, they deployed the ‘skeleton division’ on the West Bank," Cui Kefu replied in a low voice: "On the East Bank, their ‘Viking Division’ and the 19th Armored Division are not weak."

"Yes, you and I both know things, but they don't believe them, and they think we are deceiving them." I secretly made a slap in the face of Bellinger's location, and said angrily: "Especially this old man, It's simply too stubborn, thinking that the information provided to them by the insurgents in Warsaw is correct. I never thought that this might be a trap."

When Cui Kefu heard me say this, he couldn't help asking nervously, "Then what should we do?"

"Let the troops enter the position along the river and prepare for all battles to prevent possible emergencies." I stared at the Polish officer on the opposite side, and said unbearably: "In the area where the Polish military crosses the river, artillery and artillery must be deployed. Tank troops, be prepared to meet them and break through."

Seeing that Cui Koff was about to get up, I quickly stopped him, and whispered: "Comrade General, don’t give orders here, otherwise it will cause unnecessary misunderstandings if you let comrades in the Polish army hear them. Let’s go and deliver the order."

Cui Kefu nodded and got up and was about to go outside. Rokosovsky asked curiously, "Comrade Cui Kefu, where are you going?"

"Ah?!" Hearing Rokosovsky's question, Trikov replied in a flustered manner: "I...I'm out...go out to the bathroom."

Because Rokosovsky has been talking with Polish commanders, he did not notice that Cuikov and I, who were sitting on the other side of the long table, had just conducted a "conspiracy" and thought that Cuikov was really going to the bathroom. .

After a few minutes, Cui Kefu returned to the command post. When I saw him nodded slightly at me with a smile, I knew that the arrangements had been arranged.

At dawn, there was another good news from the Polish army on the west bank of the Vistula. After listening to the battle report, Bellinger said to us emotionally: "Comrade commanders, I tell you the good news. Our pioneer troops have reached the outskirts of Warsaw, and the soldiers can clearly see the city with their naked eyes. Buildings."

Rokosovsky nodded and said happily: "General Bellinger, this is really exciting news. I believe it will not be long before they can enter the city and join the rebel army."

While everyone was rejoicing, I was anxious. Because I knew clearly how the "skeleton division"'s combat effectiveness could not stop the Polish army, which had only second- and third-rate combat effectiveness, and made them rush to the vicinity of Warsaw with ease. There must be some conspiracy brewing in it.

Just as I was asking whether I should remind General Bellinger, the operator suddenly exclaimed. Bellinger got up and rushed to the phone, and started talking into the microphone, constantly changing from his face. I guessed that my most worried thing had happened.

General Zavatsky was by Rokosovsky's side, quietly translating Bellinger's dialogue with the frontline commander.

After Bellinger put down the phone, he looked at Cui Kefu and asked, "Comrade General, where is the commanding height here?"

"There is a church on the west side of the town~lightnovelpub.net~ on the bell tower you can see the movement on the Vistula River." After Cuikov said, he took the initiative to propose to Bellinger, "General Bellinger, I can I will accompany you there to see the situation on the battlefield."

When Trikov left with Bellinger and the others, Rokosovsky asked me unexpectedly: "Lida, what did you and Trikov whispered to?"

"No, Comrade Marshal," I didn't expect that Rokosovsky would suddenly ask this question, and I couldn't help but replied in a panic: "The two of us were just chatting about the recent weather."

Rokosovsky easily saw through my little trick. He looked at me and smiled softly, and then said: "Although I didn't hear what you two were talking about, but from your expressions, I I guessed what deployment might be being made to clean up the lonely and deep Polish army. Just now Cui Koff left the command post. I guess he went to the next telecommunication room to give orders to the troops below. Lida , Am I right?"

Seeing that Rokosovsky had insight into the details, I no longer needed to hide it, so I nodded and said: "Yes, Comrade Marshal, I don't think the Polish attack will succeed, so let the troops along the river Prepare in advance and be ready to respond to friendly forces to break through."

"Let's go, let's go to the clock tower together." Rokosovsky said with a sigh as he walked outside, "I hope things have not developed as bad as we imagined!"

　　

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