When I heard Stalin say this, I immediately understood that his purpose of meeting me was about to be revealed. Facing an unknown destiny, my heartbeat can't help but speed up again. I hurried forward two steps, standing only one step away from Stalin, quietly waiting for him to announce my destiny.

After Stalin took another cigarette, he removed the pipe from his mouth, looked at me and said slowly, "Lida, I heard Zhukov say some time ago that you, your husband and your children were separated in the war. ?"

"Yes, Comrade Stalin." I don't know why Stalin suddenly asked about this, but I reported to him truthfully: "My husband, Captain Oshanin, was seriously injured during the defense of Moscow and was sent off. Going to the rear, there was no contact. And my son Alek, after the Liuban break through, I asked an injured nurse to take him to the rear, and now there is no news."

"After you asked Zhukov about the husband and children you were looking for, he used to search through the relevant departments. But it is a pity that although it took a lot of trouble, in the end, he didn't inquire about anything." Stalin said. To get up from the seat, I quickly stepped forward to support his arm and assisted him to get up from the chair.

He limped to Beria’s side, put a hand on the latter’s shoulder, turned his head and said to me: "Fortunately, Comrade Beria learned about this and used his Subordinates assist in the investigation..."

Although Stalin hasn't finished speaking yet, I have guessed what he is going to say later, and Beria must have known the exact whereabouts of Oshanin. Regardless of whether Zhukov is a good commander in the war, if he is asked to help find someone, it does feel a bit inhumane. But if Beria is asked to come out and find someone, he can dig it out even if that person is hiding under the ground.

I did not speak, but silently looked at Stalin. Wait for him to say the next words. Stalin was silent for a while, and really said what I had guessed: "After Comrade Beria's efforts, I finally inquired about the whereabouts of your husband and children."

At this time. I couldn't say a word, so I waited for Stalin to finish. I can only bite the bullet and ask: "Comrade Stalin, I don't know where they are? Are they still alive?"

"Don't worry, Comrade Oshanina." Beria helped Stalin walked back to his desk and sat down, then stood up straight and said to me: "They are all alive, they are currently in Kuibyshev Oblast. You. Her husband, Captain O’shanin, is in the garrison headquarters in Sezran, and your son is in the children’s home in Tolyatti."

After Stalin waited for Beria to finish speaking, he added: "Lida. You have been on the battlefield for more than a year, and you should rest for a while. Let me give you a half-month holiday. You can Go to Kuibyshev to see your husband and children."

"Comrade Stalin," to be honest, I didn't want to see Oshanin in my heart at all, so I could only tactfully refuse Stalin's kindness: "At present, after all, it is during the war. There is no chance of being a soldier of thousands of soldiers. When I was reunited with my family, I didn’t think I had the right to take a vacation. Maybe after I met O’shanin. Not only would he not be happy, but he would be disappointed because of my innocent behavior using power."

At first I thought that when I said this, Stalin would no longer insist on letting me go to Kuibyshev. After all, I still have the task he has not completed yet. Unexpectedly, Stalin’s reaction this time was unexpected. He said stubbornly: "No, Lida, you have to go to Kuibyshev. Don’t forget, besides being a soldier, you are also a wife and A mother, we don’t have the right to keep the child separated from his mother for a long time.”

Stalin's words were harsh, and in an unquestionable tone. I don't want to offend Stalin because of such things. So I nodded and said, "Okay. Comrade Stalin, I obey your orders."

"Because you don't have a specific position in the army now. There will be some inconveniences when you get there." Stalin saw that I agreed to go to Kuibyshev, and went on to say: "Although Beria has prepared a special pass and a business trip pass for you, but I was still not at ease, so I asked him to send a few more staff from the Ministry of Internal Affairs to accompany him, so that even if he encounters any trouble, he can solve it in time."

Beria waited for Stalin to finish, walked to my side, took out a folded envelope from his pocket, handed it to me, and said at the same time: "This is a special pass and a business trip pass. If you encounter an interrogation on the road, You can show it to them. I believe no one will make you difficult. As for the staff of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, they are all under your command. If there is anything you want them to do, you can just tell them. "

Although my heart is still full of guard against Beria, I am very grateful for everything he has done for me. After I took the envelope, I extended my hand to him and said politely, "Thank you, thank you, Comrade Minister of the Interior!"

I straightened my body and faced Stalin and asked, "Comrade Stalin, can I go now?"

"Wait a minute, Lida." Stalin seemed to think of something, and said thoughtfully: "When you are dealing with local comrades, if you encounter something that cannot be resolved, you can ask the local security department for help. "At this point, Stalin turned his head to look at Beria again, and said in a negotiating tone, "Beria, can you see if you can prepare a power of attorney for Lida, so that she can mobilize the Ministry of Internal Affairs when necessary. s right?"

Beria had an embarrassed expression on his face when he heard Stalin's order. Stalin, who was observant of his words, immediately noticed the strangeness on his face, and immediately raised his voice and said: "Why, do you still suspect that after Lida has the right to mobilize troops, he will do whatever he wants and do things that are not good for us?"

"No, no, Comrade Stalin." Beria was taken aback by Stalin's discoloration, and quickly defended: "I'm thinking about whether to return to the office and write her this authorization letter."

"What office are you going back to? Just write it here." Stalin said harshly to him: "Does your subordinates dare not obey orders after seeing your signature?"

Beria reluctantly accepted the pen and paper that Stalin handed him, and leaned down to write the authorization letter that allowed me to mobilize the troops. After finishing writing, he first handed it to Stalin, and after the other nodded his approval, he tore off the page from the notebook. He handed it to me with a displeased face, and said in his mouth: "Comrade Oshanina, this is a power of attorney that allows you to mobilize the troops of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. I hope you will not disappoint Comrade Stalin's trust in you."

I don't understand why Stalin suddenly made a whim and asked Beria to prepare such a document for me. But since Beria has handed the power of attorney to me, I must not accept it. I hurriedly accepted the authorization letter from Beria with both hands, first expressed my gratitude to Stalin, and then thanked Beria.

After returning to my residence, I searched the map and finally found Kuibyshev, the later Samara Oblast, and found that it was more than a thousand kilometers away from Moscow. But fortunately the train leading there. I don't need to ride a jeep to bump on the muddy road.

Early the next morning, people from the Ministry of Internal Affairs came to report to me. There are four of them, a captain and three soldiers. Seeing me there, the four raised their hands to salute me. The captain also reported loudly: "Comrade General, Captain Dolnikov of the Ministry of Internal Affairs reports to you. We are responsible for acting as a guide. And to protect your safety, I am waiting for your order, please give instructions!"

Looking at the young captain in front of me, I couldn't help but groan secretly. This captain is another person I know. When he was at the Red Bresno subway station, he ordered the killing of many passers-by. He was a second lieutenant back then, but now he has the rank of captain.

Thinking of the captain's cruel heart. Naturally, my attitude towards him would not be very enthusiastic. I asked coldly: "Comrade Captain, do you know me?"

"Yes, Comrade General." Unexpectedly, he replied without changing his face: "I met you when I was at the Red Bresno subway station. At that time, you were still a lieutenant colonel."

"Good memory." After I said this, I asked again: "Where shall we go next?"

"Of course it's the railway station, Comrade General." Dolnikov said respectfully, without caring about my cold attitude: "The distance between Moscow and Kuibyshev is more than 1,000 kilometers. It takes at least three days by car. Time to arrive, and the train only takes a day and a half."

Dolnikoff arranged a separate sleeping car for me. And he and Yushchenko each with three fighters, each living in the carriage next to me. So that any movement can appear in front of me in time. The remaining soldiers stayed in ordinary carriages.

I lay on the sleeper of the train with my eyes closed, wondering what I would say if I saw Oshanin. Although I have inherited a lot of Lida's memories, I don't know much about some details. Maybe if I spend a day or two with O'Xianing, it will reveal flaws.

But Zuo Siyou thought for a long time, but didn't think of a good way, and finally fell asleep unknowingly.

When I was sleeping soundly, the sudden brake of the train woke me up from sleep. I sat up to my head and looked out the window. I saw commanders with live ammunition on all sides of the railroad tracks. They actually pointed their guns at our train.

Damn it, what the **** is going on? Seeing the muzzle of the soldiers outside on the train, I dared not probe out casually. If any soldier trembles and accidentally pulls the trigger, he will send me directly to see Marx. When I was thinking about how to understand what was going on outside, there was a quick knock on the door, accompanied by Yushchenko's anxious voice: "General, general, open the door soon."

I walked quickly to the door and opened the door. Seeing Yushchenko and Dolnikov and a few soldiers standing at the door, he asked them: "What happened outside? Why did it stop suddenly? There are so many gangsters surrounding our train, and what is the reason?"

Before they could answer, I heard a scream from outside the car. After listening attentively for a moment, I heard the shout: "Everyone get off the car immediately, everyone get off the car immediately..." There was more than one person shouting, so that they could hear such shouts one after another.

"What should we do?" Yushchenko asked me with a serious expression after hearing the shouts outside: "Should I get off the car or stay in the car?"

I did not answer right away, but turned my gaze to Dolnikov and asked, "Comrade Captain, can you tell me what happened?"

Dolnikov turned his head and looked out of the car window, and then hesitated: "Comrade General, I can't confirm. But judging from this kind of movement, it might be the pursuit of German spies or deserters? I need to go with the outsiders. Does the commander understand?"

"No, Captain." I waved at him and said lightly, "We'll get out of the car and have a look, and things will be clear."

"Comrade General, in your capacity, there is no need to get out of the car." Dolnikov saw that I was going to get out of the car and quickly dissuaded him: "I'll call that commander over."

"Get out of the car!" I didn't talk nonsense with him, just said briefly, and then walked along the corridor towards the door of the car.

I got off the train and looked around for a moment, and found that a lot of people had gathered outside the train, most of whom were soldiers. The ordinary people are huddled together, but the soldiers consciously line up one after another in a neat square.

I walked towards a warrior who was serving as a guard, and at the same time asked, "Comrade soldier, what happened?"

The soldier saw me walking towards him~lightnovelpub.net~ quickly pointed at me with a bayonet rifle, and issued a command to me: "Stop, don't move! If you go further, I can You are welcome."

I stopped and looked at this dedicated soldier with a smile, thinking about how to ask him. But Yushchenko and Dolnikoff who were next to him were in trouble. They both shouted at the soldier at the same time: "Comrade soldier, who do you want to be polite to, tell us clearly."

The soldier was just an ordinary soldier. When he saw two lieutenant officers angry at him, he seemed a little flustered, and replied incoherently: "There is an order, let us be here, here as a policeman, guard, if anyone tries Flee, run away, or cross me, our cordon, just shoot, just shoot."

"Comrade soldier," I saw that the soldier was scared enough, and although the soldiers around him had guns in their hands, they were blank. In order to make him less nervous, I asked in a friendly manner. : "Which unit are you from, who is the commander, and where is he now?"

The soldier may have seen the military rank on my shoulder clearly, and quickly put his gun down and stood at attention. He gave me a gun salute and respectfully reported: "Report to Comrade General. I can’t tell you the number of the unit for the time being. As for the command of the unit. Member, please wait a moment, he may be here soon." (To be continued.)