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During the next journey, Chernyakhovsky and I didn't speak, we were silently thinking about our own thoughts. Copy the URL and visit http://%77%77%77%2e%76%6f%64%74%77%2e%63%6f%6d What I think of is the guard who was cut down by the Hungarian cavalry. If it hadn’t happened to pick up the gun he landed in front of me, then Chernyakhovsky and the three adjutants would have been killed by the cavalry’s saber.

Fortunately, the road was not far, and soon we entered the area where we could see pedestrians and vehicles on the side of the road. Those commanders who came oncoming along the highway, after seeing our three vehicles, all gave way to the side of the road and raised their hands to salute us.

Under the guidance of the adjutant, Yushchenko parked the car outside a large wooden house. Seeing a few jeeps and vans parked neatly outside, I knew that in addition to Zhukov and the commander of the tank brigade, Rokosovsky might be there.

A dozen soldiers stood at the door. Judging from their attire, there were people from the Moscow Garrison Headquarters and field troops. Seeing me and Chernyakhovsky walking side by side, the captain standing outside the door leading the team raised his hand to salute us, but did not go in to report at all, he pushed open the closed wooden door and politely Said: "Come in, comrades generals."

Chernyakhovsky and I walked into the wooden house and found that there were quite a few people here. Zhukov and Rokosovsky sat side by side behind a wooden table facing the door. Behind them, Major General Terekin stood. And the other five or six school-level officers had their backs to us, standing respectfully at the table, and one of them was reporting to Zhukov.

When we came in, the colonel's report was just coming to an end, and I knew that I heard him say: "...Comrade Marshal, this is the current situation of our brigade. My report is over." After speaking, he did not immediately return to his colleague. In the queue, but after a short pause, he said: "Comrade Marshal, my political commissar still has a special situation to report to you, okay?"

"Special circumstances?!" Zhukov, who was always expressionless, frowned after hearing this. After a while. He asked in a calm tone: "I don't know who is the political commissar of the tank brigade?"

Hearing Zhukov's question, a lieutenant colonel on the right behind the colonel stepped forward and replied loudly: "Comrade Marshal, I am the political commissar of the tank brigade."

Zhukov looked up at him and asked indifferently: "Comrade political comrade, your brigade commander said that you have a special situation to report to me. If you have anything, report to me now."

"That's it. Comrade Marshal." The political commissar said very quickly: "Sergeant Maria Otskaya was seriously injured in the battle last week. Although he was promptly sent to the army's field hospital for treatment. . From the current situation. Not only did her injury not improve, but it showed signs of aggravation. On behalf of the brigade party committee, I beg you to send her to a military hospital in Moscow for treatment."

After hearing the words of the political commissar, Zhukov said impatiently: "Comrade political comrade, isn't it a sergeant? You can send someone to the military hospital in the city. You can still ask me for such a trivial matter. Report?"

"Comrade Marshal." The political commissar heard the dissatisfaction in Zhukov's tone and quickly defended: "You don't know, Sergeant Maria Otskaya is not an ordinary person. She is a regiment of the 206th Infantry Division. Political Commissar Okka’s wife..."

"Enough. Comrade Political Commissar." Before he could finish speaking, Zhukov rudely interrupted his words. "Is it because she is the wife of a regiment political commissar, do we have to give her special care?"

"Dear Georgi Konstantinovich, please don't get angry yet." Seeing Zhukov's anger, Rokosovsky, who was sitting next to him, quickly came out to finish the game: "This Maria. Otskaya is a celebrity. After her husband died, she sold all her savings. She donated a tank and wrote to Comrade Stalin, requesting permission for her to drive the tank to the front. Comrade Stalin is here. After receiving the letter, she quickly approved her request and asked her to go to tank school to study. After months of hard study, she finally became a tank driver. She was driving the "girl comrade" named by her 'Tank'. It has repeatedly made achievements in battle and has become the banner of victory for the tank brigade."

Rokosovsky’s brief introduction aroused Zhukov’s interest. The expression on his face softened. He looked at the political commissar of the tank brigade again and said: "Comrade political comrade, simply tell me about Maria Otska. Sergeant Ya's combat experience and how she was injured this time."

The mood of the brigade political commissar at the moment also returned to normal. Begin to introduce to Zhukov briefly about Maria Otskaya’s combat experience: "...During the battle to break through the German defensive positions outside Stalingrad, Maria’s tank easily crushed the enemy’s civil firepower and overwhelmed. The stakes of barbed wire were crushed, and the enemy's trenches were crushed... an artillery squad and a position composed of several machine guns were crushed.

After achieving a series of victories, our troops were transferred to areas where the enemy's resistance was particularly fierce. The German unit that was going to confront us at the time was the 197th Division where the 332nd Regiment of Zoya Infantry was hanged. We want to avenge the fascist bandits for our sacrificed heroes, so this attack is called the ‘Zoya’s offense’! "

When Zhukov heard Zoya and the 332nd regiment of the 197th Division, he involuntarily glanced at me, and then ordered the brigade political commissar: "Go on."

"Our tank troops galloped towards the settlement. The German army hid behind the broken building and faced our tanks with fierce gunfire. On the road leading to the settlement, besides the dense enemy fire, there were terrible minefields. Many of our tanks were destroyed by artillery fire or their tracks were broken by landmines as soon as they approached the residential area.

The tank ‘Comrade Girl’ drove by Maria, protecting our infantry from breaking through the enemy’s three trenches in succession and staying firmly in it. Judging from the many signs, the enemy is preparing to garrison this residential area for a long time, because the commanders discovered that some shelters and civil fire spots had seven layers of logs added to the roof.

After a short break, the tank soldiers received the order to continue the attack. As the first echelon of the offensive force, the ‘Female Comrades’ rushed to the forefront of the entire force. As they approached the fourth trench, the tracks of the tank were broken by enemy mines. Although the enemy's machine gun bullet hit the tank body as a sound, Maria still ventured out of the bottom of the tank and concentrated on repairing the broken track. After completing the repair of the track, Maria drove the tank again and guided our troops to the enemy's position. "

"Good job, really good girl." Zhukov turned his head and asked Rokosovsky after shouting loudly, "Did your frontmen take credit for this brave girl?"

Rokosovsky nodded quickly. He replied: "Comrade Marshal, this is affirmative. Once the battle was over, the captain of the tank brigade personally rushed to the front and put on the medal for Maria."

"Comrade Marshal, can I continue talking?" The brigade political commissar saw Zhukov and Rokosovsky chatting, and did not dare to disturb them casually. Finally, when the two of them finished speaking, he said carefully: "I haven't finished my words yet."

"Let's go ahead. Comrade Brigade Political Commissar." This time Rokosovsky made a gesture, beckoning him to continue and say: "Tell what you know. Report to Comrade Marshal."

After getting permission from Rokosowski, the brigade political commissar went on to say: "After the German army lost the settlement, because it was not reconciled to fail, it quickly transferred a reserve team to counterattack the settlement. Command. The Ministry ordered the tank troops to stop the offensive and build new fortifications on the spot, in any case to defend the newly occupied area.

And Maria’s ‘female comrade’ stopped on the side of the road and became a fixed point of fire. When the Germans launched a charge on our position, they used all their firepower to slam the enemy's skirmish line. The Sith gangster threw away his weapon. When they fled towards the starting point of the attack, the ‘female comrades’ did not let them go, chasing them with dense bullets.

The enemy's counterattack was shattered, and the land we occupied was not given to the enemy for a meter. In today’s battle, the ‘Comrade-in-Law’ wiped out at least two platoons of fascist bandits.

Some time ago, when we attacked the enemy again, the ‘girl comrades’ took the lead in rushing to the residential areas occupied by the enemy. But when approaching the enemy's first trench. Unfortunately, it was hit by German artillery, the track was blown off again, and the tank stopped on the unobstructed open ground.

When other tank crews were carrying weapons and fighting the enemy like an infantryman, Maria got out of the tank again, braving the enemy's bullets. Nervously repair the broken track. Just as she was about to repair the track, a shell fell on her side and exploded. When the gunpowder dissipated, the crew of the tank team found that Maria had fallen in a pool of blood. "

"Where is she currently?" Zhukov heard this and couldn't help standing up and asking with concern: "How is the injury?"

After listening to the brigade political commissar, he shook his head and said sadly: "Comrade Marshal. She has been lying in a field hospital for ten days. She has been unconscious since yesterday, and she has a high fever. According to the military doctor, due to her condition. Restricted, there are still more than a dozen pieces of shrapnel from her body that have not been taken out. If she is not sent to the Moscow military hospital for treatment as soon as possible, her life will be in danger."

"If this is the case, why don't you send her to Moscow immediately?" Zhukov heard the brigade political commissar saying this, and his tone became harsher unknowingly: "Are you going to watch our heroine just like this? Sacrifice?"

"That's not the case, Comrade Marshal." The brigade commander heard Zhukov's dissatisfaction, and quickly helped his political commissar to explain: "You also know that our army and hospital are not a system. Usually the wounded stay in the hospital after they are sent to the hospital. The field hospital is still sent to the military hospital in Moscow. We can't be the master of these."

"Comrade Rokosovsky." As soon as Zhukov and other brigade commanders finished speaking, they immediately turned their heads and told Rokosovsky: "Comrade Maria is transferred to the hospital for treatment. I will leave it to you. Before dark today. , I want to hear that she has arrived at the Moscow Military Hospital."

"No problem, Comrade Marshal." Rokosovsky replied quickly, "I will arrange this immediately."

"Comrade Marshal, Comrade Commander of the Front Army." At this moment, Chernyakhovsky, who had been standing by the door with me, couldn't help it anymore. He took a few steps forward and stood between Zhukov and Luo. In front of Kosovsky, he said to the two of them: "This incident was my negligence. I immediately called the field hospital and asked them to send a car to send Maria to Moscow."

With that, he walked to the phone by the wall, picked up the headset and dialed a number. After waiting for a while, he asked loudly: "Is it a field hospital? I'm the commander of the group army Chernyakhovsky. Let your dean answer the phone."

All of us looked at him unanimously, because the female tanker Maria's safety depended on the call he made. After a while, he said into the microphone again: "Hey, Comrade Dean, this is General Chernyakhovsky. I heard that there is a wounded female tanker named Maria in your hospital. Yes, yes. Yes, she is the pilot of the "Comrade Girl". How is her condition? What, it's terrible? How did you do it, and did you take any rescue measures? Ah, I see, I'll wait a moment. I will call you again~lightnovelpub.net~ He put down the phone and said to Zhukov: "Comrade Marshal, I just asked the field hospital. They are currently performing surgery on Sergeant Maria, and they are temporarily unable to send her to Moscow. "

After listening to Zhukov, he turned to look at Rokosovsky, and slowly said to him: "Comrade Rokosovsky, although Comrade Maria is undergoing surgery at this moment, we still have to be ready to send her to him at any time. Moscow’s preparations. Let’s just send an ambulance from the field hospital of the Front Army and rush to the field hospital of the 60th Army to wait. Once Sergeant Maria’s operation is over, as soon as the hospital allows her, she will be sent immediately. Arrived at the military hospital in Moscow. You have to deal with this matter yourself, and you must not be sloppy. Understand?"

"Understood, Comrade Marshal." Rokosovsky waited for Zhukov to finish, and immediately assured him: "I will personally interrogate this matter and promise that Comrade Maria will be sent to the Moscow military hospital as soon as possible."

Zhukov nodded in satisfaction, looked back at me and Chernyakhovsky, and asked a little strangely: "Lida, what's the matter with you and Chernyakhovsky, why is the clothes stained? With so much mud? Did you encounter any trouble on the road?” (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly pass. Your support is my biggest motivation.)