After I returned to the embassy, ​​I reported to Molotov about the meeting with Mrs. Roosevelt today, and even explained the situation before and after Roosevelt's appearance in detail.

After listening to my narration, Molotov asked with a serious expression: "Comrade Oshanina, is everything you said to President Roosevelt true?"

"Yes, Comrade People’s Committee for Foreign Affairs." To his question, I answered truthfully: "Everything I say is true." In order to make him fully believe that what I said is true, I still I specifically emphasized, "During the Defence of Stalingrad, two troops from the Eastern Battalion surrendered to us, and many officers and men used to serve as guards or special detachments of the concentration camp. In addition, our troops were taking prisoners.' After the head of the Skeleton Division, he also learned some inside stories about the concentration camp from his mouth. It is the summarization of the two aspects of intelligence, plus some personal analysis, so I can see the whole process as if I had witnessed it with my own eyes. Tell President Roosevelt something like that."

"I'm here to ask you, how can you confirm that President Roosevelt will recognize what you say?" Molotov asked in a skeptical tone: "If you want to know everything you say, even I think it's incredible, how can you Let the president of a country listen to your side words?"

"Please rest assured, Comrade People's Committee for Foreign Affairs." I said confidently about the distrust he showed: "In fact, President Roosevelt received a secret letter from British Prime Minister Churchill not long ago and heard similar things in it. The British intelligence was obtained from an intelligence agent in the Netherlands, and the original source of this intelligence agent was from an SS officer in a concentration camp."

"SS officer?!" Hearing this, Molotov showed a surprised expression on his face, then he slammed his face, and said in a disdainful tone: "This group of inhumane guys. They can still give to the Alliance. Is it possible that military intelligence officers provide information?"

"I heard President Roosevelt mention it implicitly," I know something. It was impossible for Molotov to go to Roosevelt to verify, so he courageously wrote down: "The Nazi officer who provided intelligence. He was responsible for providing hydrogen cyanide to concentration camps, which was used as a poison for the massacre of Jews. Here, he was wrapped in a SS. Under the ugly military uniform was a noble soul. He was deeply ashamed of being wrapped in this evil plan, so he risked his life to expose the atrocities of the Nazis. He also said:'I can't tell what happened before me. I turn a blind eye to everything.'"

"In this way, President Roosevelt believed in what you said." Molotov asked curiously: "Do you think the United States will issue a statement publicly criticizing the ugly acts of the Nazis' genocide?"

Regarding Molotov's question, I can only shook my head again. He said with great regret: "I'm sorry, Comrade People's Committee for Foreign Affairs, I really don't know what kind of decision President Roosevelt will make. After all, his rights are subject to the constraints of Congress and the House of Representatives."

"Well, I'll report this matter to Comrade Stalin by telegram later." He waited for my words to finish, and then issued a deportation order to me: "You go back and rest first, and you will accompany Mrs. Roosevelt to the hospital tomorrow. Check it out."

At nine o'clock the next morning, Mrs. Roosevelt sent me to pick me up in the car.

After receiving a call from the staff, I hurriedly walked outside from my room. I found that I knew two people sitting in the car, one was Mr. James. The other was Colonel Henry, who was actually sitting in the driver's seat.

Seeing my appearance, both of them greeted me with a smile. James also urged me: "General Oshanina. Get in the car quickly, Mrs. Eleanor is still waiting for you."

I nodded, bent down and got into the back of the car, sat side by side with James, and closed the door. I looked at Henry who was about to drive, and smiled and asked, "Mr. Colonel, why did you drive today and let you be an excellent naval officer as a driver for me. I am really flattered?"

"That's what the lady meant." James replied first on behalf of Henry. Then he patted Henry on the shoulder again: "The colonel can drive."

The car we were in hadn't been far away, and we hadn't waited for the speed to rise. Henry slammed the brakes and stopped the car.

"Colonel. What happened, why did you stop?" James, who was sitting next to me, asked immediately as soon as the car stopped.

Henry turned to his side and said innocently: "A staff member of the embassy in front of us stopped us. Seeing him, it seemed that there was something urgent."

Hearing what Henry said, I hurriedly bent over slightly, looked out the front window, and saw that a staff member was running towards our car. The staff came to the side where I was, knocked on the window of the car, and seemed to have something to say to me. I quickly rolled down the car window, leaned out half of my body and asked, "What's the matter?"

The staff member bent down and said respectfully to me: "General Oshanina, Comrade People's Committee for Foreign Affairs is looking for you in a hurry, so you can go to his room immediately."

I heard the staff say this. I turned to look at James and Henry sitting in the car, then turned around and said to the staff embarrassingly: "But, you see I am going out with my friends in the United States. It's also very important."

I thought that if I said this, the staff would retreat. He didn’t expect that he suddenly said with a serious face: "General Oshanina, I was ordered to inform you that today’s foreign affairs activities have been cancelled. Please get off the bus and immediately Go to the People’s Commissar for Foreign Affairs to report.” After speaking, he stretched out his hand and opened the car door, standing upright by the car door, waiting for me to get off.

I don't know what happened, even an ordinary staff member dared to be so tyrannical to me. I wanted to attack him, but I accidentally saw two people coming out from the door of the hall. They looked around and ran towards me. I recognized that one of them was often around Molotov. I knew that I might not be able to leave the embassy with James today, so I turned around and smiled at him, and said apologetically, "Mr. James, it seems to be true. Something big is going to happen, so I may not be able to go with you today. When you see Madam, please say sorry for me. Good luck!" I said, I stretched out my hand and shook his hand.

When I reached out to Colonel Henry, he looked a little awkward. Seeing my hand stretched out in front of him. He hurriedly grasped it, and at the same time asked vaguely: "General, you were able to speak in front of the President yesterday. Are they all true?"

"What are you talking about?" Henry bewildered by this thoughtless question.

"It's the organized and premeditated massacre of Jews by the Nazis." Henry glanced at the staff standing outside the car door. Ask me in a low voice: "Is everything you say true?"

"Yes, Colonel Henry." Although I didn't know why he suddenly asked about it, I told him truthfully: "Although I haven't seen these things with my own eyes, I can vouch for you with my honor. Absolutely. it is true?"

Henry let go of my head, grabbed his head suddenly, and whispered in pain, "God. My God, my God, what can I do?"

"Colonel, what's the matter?" Henry's reaction immediately made me confused. I glanced at the two people who were going to the car and asked quickly: "Did I say something wrong?"

"You said nothing wrong, General Oshanina." James interrupted. "The reason why Colonel Henry is like this is because he has his relatives in the hands of the Italian Nazis."

"Mr. James, what is going on? I am confused, can you explain it to me?" Seeing that Molotov's entourage had arrived at the side of the car. I was afraid that he urged me to make me confused about the whole situation, so I yelled at him: "You wait a moment. I will get out of the car after a few words with my American friends."

James glanced at the distressed Colonel Henry, and then said leisurely: "We just got news: the colonel’s eldest daughter-in-law Natalie, and two grandsons, as well as Natalie’s uncle, were all crossing the border. He was caught by the Italians and put in a concentration camp."

"Are they Jews?" Although I heard that they were only in the concentration camps in Italy, I still felt unreliable in my heart. It seemed that there were many Jews killed by Italians. If Henry's relatives were Jews, it would be far from good.

"Yes." James replied affirmatively: "Natalie and her uncle are both Jewish. But the old man is a famous Jewish writer, and maybe the Italians will give him the treatment he deserves after he knows his identity. "

I feel speechless about James’ fantasy. You must know that as long as the Jews enter the concentration camp, no matter how high your previous status is, you will be like an ordinary prisoner after entering, and there is no hope of living out.

I wanted to tell the truth straightforwardly, but when I saw Colonel Henry’s pain, I couldn’t bear it, so I could only find some good words to persuade him: "Colonel, I think Mr. James is right. I didn’t wait for the Italians. Seeing that Natalie’s uncle is a famous writer, he will not only give him the benefits he deserves, but he will even be released from the concentration camp in the near future. Don’t worry too much and pay more attention to your body. ."

Hearing my persuasion, Henry put his hands down, raised his head, and asked me emotionally: "General, do you think this situation will happen?"

I knew that I wanted to come out again after I entered the camp. Unless I get help from a good man like Schindler, it is impossible for Jews of any identity to come out of the camp alive. But in order to comfort Colonel Henry, I still lied against my intentions: "Don’t worry, Colonel. There is a famous Dongfang saying that Ji Ren has his own life. I believe Natalie and her uncle, and your two Grandson, I will leave the concentration camp soon and come to the United States to reunite with you."

After opening Henry, I stretched out my hand and shook his hand again, and said sincerely: "Colonel, thank you for accompanying you to Norfolk Naval Base two days ago. You have also worked hard to get me aboard the newly launched destroyer. I am deeply grateful to you. Thank you. Goodbye, I hope we can meet again soon, when Natalie and your two grandsons will also come to the United States to reunite with you.” After speaking, I let go of his hand and nod to James again. , Walked directly out of the open door.

I followed my entourage to Molotov's room and unexpectedly found that Khrulev was also there. Seeing me here, Molotov didn’t go around in circles, and said straight to me: "Oshanina, I know you are very surprised why I asked you to cancel today’s foreign affairs activities and call you to my room. ."

I did not speak, but nodded, indicating that I did have such a question.

"Comrade Oshanina," Khrulev, sitting on the sofa, continued: "Some things have happened in China. In the telegram that I just received from the country, it was ordered that except for Comrade Molotov to stay and continue negotiations with the United States. , You and I will rush back to Moscow immediately and report to the Supreme Command."

"I don't know what's going on in China?" I heard Khrulev say this, and I couldn't help but chuckle. At the same time, I started to speculate about what would happen, which would make us rush back immediately, because I was in a hurry. I asked what I was thinking.

Hearing my question, Khrulev stood up, walked in front of me, and said to me: "Comrade Oshanina, I planned to tell you about this matter in a few days. But because of this matter. It still has a lot to do with you, so let me tell you. The German army has invaded Kiev. After two days of fierce fighting, almost half of the city fell into the hands of the Germans again, and we The troops in the area are still fighting in the remaining area."

From Khrulev's account ~lightnovelpub.net~, I quickly understood that Stalin's urgency to call us back must have something to do with Kiev's imminent fall. Turning his head and looking behind him, I found that the staff who accompanied me in had all left, and there were only three of us left in the house. So I boldly asked the question in my heart: "Comrade Minister, I want to ask if the Supreme Command has called us back to Moscow, is it necessary to discuss how to hold Kiev."

Khrulev heard what I said, turned his head and looked at Molotov, with a smile on his face. He nodded and said, "Yes, Comrade Oshanina, just as you can imagine, the high command recruited us to return, just to prevent the defenders who stick to Kiev from being besieged or captured by the Germans as they did in the previous year. Comrade Molotov said just now that you must be able to guess the reason why our superiors transferred us back to China. I didn’t believe it at the time. I didn’t expect Comrade People’s Committee for Foreign Affairs to be right.”

"Comrade Minister, I don't know when we will leave?" I heard that the situation in Kiev is critical, and I don't want to stay for a minute, so I immediately asked: "I am worried about the defenders in the city. Can I persist. Let us rush back to the country."

Khrulev raised his hand and looked at his watch, and then replied: "We rushed to the airport in half an hour and drove back from the same route by plane. As for the time when the Kiev defenders can hold on, we have to resign. To be continued.)