Seeing Liu Da's full face of apology, I said with a smile: "Liu Da, I haven't seen you for more than a year, you are already a lieutenant."

Listening to me, Liu Da's face turned red, and then he said in a respectful tone: "Comrade Commander, when you first checked into our hotel, you were only a lieutenant. But more than a year has passed and you are already a lieutenant. General."

Seeing her being so cautious, I waved my hand quickly and said, "Liu Da, we are all old friends, so there is no need to be so restrained. You should call me Lida like Aksala." At this point, I changed the topic. One turn, "I'm a little tired, can you arrange a room for me as soon as possible?"

"No problem, Lida." Liu Da readily agreed, and then ordered Aksala, who had just separated from me: "Aksala, take Lida to the single room on the second floor facing south."

"Yes!" Aksala wanted to help me with my luggage, but found that I was empty with both hands, so she took off the assault rifle I was carrying, slung it on her shoulder, and said to me: "Lida, Come with me, I'll take you to your new room." After speaking, he strode forward.

I smiled at Liuda and nodded, followed behind Aksala, through the hall, and walked towards the stairs.

Aksala took me to the room on the second floor. After I entered the door, I stood at the door and looked at the single room. Although the room is not big, there are a lot of things. There is a writing desk and a armchair by the window, and beside it is a single bed covered with white sheets. There is also a small round table in the middle of the room. There are four chairs around it. On the table are a teapot and several inverted fine porcelain teacups.

Aksala turned on the light in the room, walked to the window, and put my assault rifle on the writing desk. Then he walked to the door of a confined room, pushed the door open, turned his head and said to me, "Leda, this is the bathroom. You can take a shower later. As for dinner, I will give it to you later. Come up.",

While taking off my army coat, I shook my head and declined her kindness: "No trouble, I'd better go to the restaurant to have dinner by myself."

Aksala came over, took the army coat in my hand, and hung it on the coat rack by the door. And closed the door easily. He took my hand and walked to the round table, and said enthusiastically: "Lida, you sit and have a cup of tea first, and tell me your story by the way."

For her enthusiasm, I just smiled. He said lightly: "I have nothing to say in my story. Just like ordinary soldiers, they fight the Germans on the battlefield every day."

Aksala turned an upside-down teacup over, filled the tea, pushed it in front of me, looked at me and said enviously: "Lida, the first time you came, it was the lieutenant; the second time Here. It’s the lieutenant colonel. Now I’m here for the third time, I’m already a general. Maybe you’ll be the Marshal next time. I guess you must have a lot of legendary stories. Tell me a lot."

I picked up the teacup and took a sip of warm tea to moisturize my thirsty throat, and smiled and said, "My story is very long, and I don't know how to start it."

Aksala listened to me, lowered her head and thought for a while, then said: "Let’s do it. You can start from the second time you left our hotel. I want to hear what happened to you. thing."

Because I don't know how long I will stay here. Seeing Aksala insisting on listening to my story again, I no longer shirk. He began to tell a series of his own experience on the battlefield.

Although I said it lightly, Aksala exclaimed from time to time: "Ah, you are a division commander?!" "Ah, you have been promoted to general so soon!" When Zoya's damaged body ordered the execution of all captured German soldiers, Aksala couldn't help but stare at her, and said angrily: "Damn it, **** it, these **** fascist bandits, **** it. Kill them all..."

She still didn't finish her words, and there was a rapid knock on the door. I was relatively close to the door, so I stood up, walked over and opened the door.

As soon as I opened it, a chill rushed towards my face, shaking me without a military coat. Before I could see who was standing outside the door, I heard a familiar voice: "Hello, Comrade Commander. Captain Yushchenko is here to report to you. I am awaiting your order. Please instruct!"

Hearing Yushchenko’s voice, I suddenly remembered that when I left Zhukov’s headquarters, I had forgotten their existence, so that after getting in the jeep arranged for me by the lieutenant, I left in the car.

I saw a few people standing behind Yushchenko, and asked pretentiously: "Comrade Captain, are you and your subordinates here?"

I thought Yushchenko would give me an affirmative answer, but he unexpectedly shook his head and said, "No, Comrade Commander, I'm the only one. The rest of the people have reported back to the Garrison Headquarters."

I turned my head to look at the people behind Yushchenko, because there were no lights on in the corridor, and they were standing in places where the lights did not shine through the room, so I couldn't see each other's appearance clearly. I raised my chin at the place where the few people were, and asked Yushchenko in surprise, "Captain, who are they...?"

"It's all your acquaintances, Comrade Commander." After Yushchenko said this, he turned to his side, letting out the door halfway out of the passage, and said to the person behind: "Please come in."

Among the few in the dark, one whispered, "Thank you, Comrade Captain."

I feel that this person seems to have known each other before. Before I remembered who he was, the person had walked to the door and smiled at me and said, "Hello, Comrade Lida! I am glad we met here today." I stretched out my hand.

I looked at the soldier in the uniform of the colonel in front of me in amazement. I was stunned for a while before I recognized who the opponent was. He quickly grasped the opponent's hand and said excitedly: "Hello, Colonel Bezikov, I really didn't expect to see you here."

My old acquaintance Bezikov shook hands with me and smiled and said: "Lida, you are really amazing. You have not seen you in just over a year, and you have regained the rank of general."

To his compliment, I smiled and said: "Colonel, you know. There is more time to fight on the front line, and the chances of meritorious service are naturally indispensable. As long as you survive, the speed at which you can get your rank will definitely be much faster than the rear."

"Comrade Commander. Stop standing at the door, please come in and talk." Aksala, who had been sitting at the round table, stood up and greeted Bezikov and I, who were standing at the door, to enter the house.

Aksala's words reminded me that Bezikov is a guest, how could I always let others stand at the door and quickly let go of their hands. He leaned in and made a please gesture, and said at the same time: "Comrade Colonel, look, if it wasn't for Aksala's reminder, I would have forgotten to ask you to come in. Please come in."

After Bezikov sat down at the table. I personally poured a cup of tea for him and placed it in front of him. Then I asked: "Comrade Colonel, what are you going to see me today?" Based on my understanding of Bezikov, if Nothing important, he would never come to me on the first day I arrived in Moscow, there must be something important.

After listening to my question. He nodded and said affirmatively: "I came here to find you today for two important things."

I heard that there are important things. I quickly sat up straight, staring at him intently, waiting to hear what he would say next.

"The first thing, Comrade Stalin heard that you are unwilling to work in a local area, so I asked you if you are willing to go to the reserve front to serve as the chief of staff?" He finished his sentence. Seeing that I didn't say a word, he went on to say: "The current commander of the front is Admiral Leidel. The military commissioner is Lieutenant General Susekov."

When I heard this, I was talking about the commander and military commissar of the front army. The generals and lieutenant generals are commanders with veteran qualifications. I have not been a major general for a few days. Will I be discriminated against and excluded by them? Thinking of this, I couldn't help hesitating about this new appointment. When I was considering how to respond to Bezikov, he had already spoken first.

Bezikov saw that I was slow to speak, and he explained: "The first commander of the reserve front was Marshal Zhukov. The chief of staff of the front turned out to be Lieutenant General Sandalov, because his superiors treated him differently. After he was transferred, the post of Chief of Staff was vacant."

From Bezikov’s tone, I heard that he was misunderstanding that I looked down on this unit, and quickly replied: "Comrade Colonel, it’s not what you imagined. To be honest, I’m very happy to accept the post of Chief of Staff. It’s just that I’m afraid that my qualifications are not enough and my level is too low, and it may be difficult to adapt to that position."

After listening to what I said, Bezikov grinned and said disapprovingly: "Lida, I thought you were worried about this, it turned out to be this. If you are not qualified enough, you can slowly cultivate; as for what you said. The military rank is too low, so there is no need to worry." At this point, he stood up, turned and shouted outside: "Adjutant, take things in."

As he shouted, a captain walked in from outside, carrying a small box in his hand. With the experience of Yeleumenko and Khrushchev handing over the new uniforms, my first reaction when I saw the box in the captain's hand was: Could it be the new uniform for me in the box?

After placing the box on the table, the captain stepped back two steps and stood by the door. Bezikov lifted the lid of the box, turned the opened box one hundred and eighty degrees, and pushed it in front of Aksala and I.

We both leaned over and looked into the box, Aksala screamed first, and then covered her mouth with her hand so as not to disturb me. When I saw the contents of the box, my heartbeat almost stopped. Because there is a brand new uniform in the box, the uniform of the general, although there are also two gold stars on the shoulders, it is different from the meaning of the two gold stars on my collar at this moment. The two stars on the collar are the rank of major general; and the two stars on the epaulettes of the new uniform represent the rank of lieutenant general.

I took two deep breaths, waited for my mood to stabilize a little, and asked in an incredible tone: "Comrade Colonel, are you sure this is for me?"

"Of course," Bezikov replied without hesitation: "It is the box that the Supreme Commander sent to me, saying that this is for you, Comrade Oshanina's new uniform." Maybe it's about business. , So his address to me has become formal.

After speaking, he took out a document from the package and handed it to me. At the same time, he said, "This is the promotion order given to you by your superior. In recognition of your killing of the German'skeleton division' commander Ai on the Ukrainian battlefield. K, and the record of capturing Hitler’s stand-in, approved by the Supreme Commander himself, you are officially promoted to the rank of lieutenant general."

I stretched out my slightly trembling hands, took the document in Bezikov's hand, opened it and read it carefully, and found that it was roughly the same as Bezikov said. I carefully folded the documents, put them on the military uniform, and closed the box.

When I looked up, I was about to express my gratitude to Bezikov. He reached out to me and said with a smile: "Lida, please accept my congratulations. Congratulations on your higher rank!"

"Thank you, thank you, Colonel Bezikov!"

As soon as he let go of Bezikov's hand, Yushchenko walked in front of me, stretched out his hand to me with a smile on his face, and said politely: "Comrade Commander, congratulations on your attainment of the rank of lieutenant general. Please accept my opinion. Congratulations."

"Thank you, thank you lieutenant!"

Then Aksala, who was standing next to me, rushed over, hugged me, gave me a hard kiss on the cheek, and said excitedly: "Lida, you are so amazing, you have been promoted to lieutenant general. Please allow me to extend my heartfelt congratulations to you."

After everyone congratulated me, I looked at Bezikov and asked: "The Colonel~lightnovelpub.net~What did you do with that Hitler's stand-in?"

Bezikov shrugged his shoulders and replied, "What else can I do? Of course he was shot."

Hearing that Hitler’s stand-in was shot directly, I couldn’t help feeling a little regretful, and said regretfully: “We can actually use him as a propaganda to let German soldiers know that the head of state they saw on the battlefield was not actually I am just a stand-in, so it will be of great help to destroy their military morale."

"Lida, the situation is not as simple as you think." After hearing what I said, Bezikov's expression suddenly became serious: "If we really use Hitler as a substitute for publicity, they There is also a way to fight back. Don’t forget how we both suffered from prison."

Bezikov's words silenced me. After he and I rescued Stalin's stand-in on the battlefield, he was almost shot as a German spy by the Ministry of Internal Affairs. It seems that his concerns are right. If we really choose Hitler who appeared on the battlefield as a stand-in; then the Germans can also make a fuss about this matter, saying that Stalin, who is still in Moscow, is also a stand-in, and there will be endless wars of words between the two sides. . The current method of disposal is still simple. If the substitute is killed by a single shot, it will be a hundred. (To be continued)