When walking up the steps at the direction of the guard's flashlight, Major Gavrilov confessed: "Be careful when you see Comrade Zhukov!" ”

"Yes, Comrade Major!" Shulka answered, and then froze in place.

"What? What do you say, Comrade Major? Shulka said: "Are we meeting Zhukov?" ”

"Any questions?" Major Gavrilov turned back to ask with some confusion.

"Oh no, no problem!" Shulka hurriedly followed.

Shulka soon realized...... Zhukov is a generation of famous generals and firefighting heroes for modern people, but at this time Zhukov has not yet completed the victory in the defense of Moscow, so he has not become famous to this point.

However, Shulka still felt a heat in his head, and he was about to see Zhukov, and the "breakthrough hero" saw the "firefighting hero", Shulka felt nervous for no reason.

The hallway was dark, and every window was covered with a thick black cloth, and Shulka didn't know where to go if it weren't for the flashlight from the guard's hand, which was also covered with black cloth.

Then the guard opened one door, motioned for the two to enter, carefully closed the door and covered it with a black cloth before opening the door to the other room...... The light soon came through that door, a bit like a gate to heaven that opened in the dark.

Shulka knew why the guards were so careful: if the light came through, it would likely make the building a target for enemy bombardment, and it was no joke.

Walking into the lighted door, Shulka suddenly felt a sense of relief that had regained the light, and the nervousness of seeing Zhukov not long ago had disappeared unconsciously.

This is a headquarters, it should be the headquarters of the Western Front, the telephone and radio next to it are noisy, the staff officers are running back and forth with telegrams and documents, Zhukov and several staff officers are discussing something in front of the map, and after the guards come forward to report, he will give an explanation to the staff officers and then turn around and walk towards Major Gavrilov and Shulka who are waiting.

"Major, second lieutenant!" Zhukov took the initiative to shake hands with the two, and then said "oh": "You guys are still wet!" ”

"I'm sorry, Comrade Admiral!" Major Gavrilov said: "We have just come down from the battlefield and rushed to hear the order!" ”

"No, it's okay, Comrade Major!" Zhukov said: "This is the taste of war, I like the taste of war, it contains blood, gunsmoke and courage!" ”

As he spoke, Zhukov warmly hugged the two of them, and then spread his hands to show the mud he had just stained on his body, and said: "Look, I also have the smell of war!" ”

Major Gavrilov and Shulka couldn't help but laugh.

One of the rare things about Zhukov is that he is not only good at fighting, but also good at communicating, and the same is true for soldiers.

For example, just now, it was real and natural, and it shortened the distance between the two of them at once.

Zhukov invited the two to sit down on the chairs next to them, and then said: "Heroes, you fought a great battle in Tula! Thank you for your contribution to the motherland and the army! It's hard to imagine what would have happened if you hadn't repelled the Germans, and we would have at least a few hundred thousand more troops surrounded by the enemy...... As you know, we are in dire need of soldiers, and if there is such a loss at this time, the consequences will be unimaginable! It can be said that your victories saved the troops and even Moscow from a catastrophe! ”

"This is what we should do, Comrade Admiral!"

"I am honored, Comrade Admiral!"

"I know you, second lieutenant!" Zhukov said to Shulka: "I read about you in the newspapers, and they call you a 'breakout hero', right? ”

"Yes, Comrade Admiral!" Shulka got up to answer, but was quickly stopped by Zhukov.

"Feel free, Second Lieutenant!" Zhukov laughed: "You'd better forget about our ranks, or...... Just take the rank as a title! ”

"Yes, Comrade Admiral!"

"You're all from Brest?" Zhukov asked.

"Yes!" Major Gavrilov replied: "On the banks of the Bug, the Brest Fortress!" ”

"That is, from the moment the war broke out, you were at war! Until now? ”

"Yes!"

"It's going to be a fun experience!" Zhukov said: "If I had time, I would love to hear you tell me the whole story!" ”

"Of course, Comrade Admiral!"

"But now......" Zhukov said with regret on his face, "I can only make a long story short, I heard that the 9th Mechanized Army installed telephones on tanks so that they could communicate with each other in the absence of radio equipment, is there such a thing?" ”

"Yes, Comrade Admiral!" Major Gavrilov said: "This is the idea of Comrade Shulka!" ”

"Oh?" Zhukov raised an eyebrow and asked Shulka: "Is that so?" ”

"Yes, Comrade Admiral!" Shulka replied: "I just hope...... They work together to make the most of the tank! ”

"That's a good idea!" Zhukov nodded heavily: "You don't mind if I use this method on other tanks, do you?" I mean plagiarize your ideas! ”

"Of course I don't mind, Comrade Admiral!" Shulka replied.

A few people laughed as they spoke.

In fact, judging from Zhukov's expression, Shulka thought that Zhukov had known about these for a long time and had even used them.

The reason why I say this now is just a few polite words.

"I've heard that you've made many suggestions, Comrade Shulka!"

Then the guard brought vodka and water glasses, and Zhukov took the wine from the guard's hand and poured it for Shulka and Major Gavlov, and continued: "And these suggestions have proven to be effective!" ”

"I'm not sure, Comrade Admiral!" "I don't know if they really work, because the fight isn't over yet!" Shulka said. ”

"Well said!" Zhukov raised his glass and said: "Well, for us to end this battle and drive the invaders out of our land!" ”

As he spoke, he raised his head and took a few sips.

"So, Comrade Shulka!" Zhukov said: "Do you have any advice for Moscow? ”

"Suggestion? Sorry, Comrade Admiral! Shulka replied: "I shouldn't have said this......"

"Why?" Zhukov interrupted Shulka's words.

"Because ......"

"Because I'm an admiral? I'm Zhukov? Zhukov laughed: "Is there any difference?" This is war, Comrade Shulka, this fart war doesn't matter if I'm Zhukov or not, it will make me dizzy! ”

The Soviets were like that, and after a few sips of wine, foul language followed.

"Tell me!" Zhukov raised his glass again, and said in a half-joking, half-commanding tone: "Just like you used to give advice to other people, or say something casually and complain a few words...... I'm listening! ”

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