"It's almost time to leave, don't embarrass the soldiers over there, let them put me on the train to Siberia." Zhukov shook his head and said goodbye to the cronies sent by Khrushchev.

"By the way, I haven't asked you what your name is?" Zhukov, who had already turned around, turned his head again, looked at the man and asked.

"Vasilyev, my name is Boris Lvivich Vasilyev," the man replied leaving.

"Well, then, Comrade Vasilyev, goodbye." Zhukov nodded and said goodbye seriously.

Most of the names that can be remembered by Zhukov are big names, and in a sense, Vasilyev is also lucky.

Not far behind the two, they finally waited for a few soldiers from their separate places, and then slowly walked in this direction. The soldier in the lead waved his hand at Vasilyev and said loudly: "Comrade, can we take the prisoners?" The van is about to leave! ”

Wagons, this is the train that transported Zhukov to Siberia.

Ironically, the last time Zhukov went to the Far East to clean up the Japanese army, he was still on a plane. In just a few years, it was reduced to the point that it did not even have the opportunity to be used as an ordinary train, and could only be transported to Siberia as cargo.

If he goes, he will probably die in the far East, like most political prisoners.

Dying in the place where he became famous is also a good ending, Zhukov thought.

"You suffered...... Vasilyev took off his hat and paid tribute to Zhukov.

"Wait...... Wait a minute! ......" At this moment, from the direction of the entrance of the railway station, a commotion suddenly sounded.

After only a minute or two, Vasilyev saw several high-ranking members of the Kremlin who were familiar with him, rushing over with more than two dozen soldiers.

It looks like this is supposed to be a platoon of guards guarding the Kremlin. To be able to dispatch such a key force must be for something important.

Important Things...... Wait a minute!

As soon as I thought of this, a thought hidden in my heart suddenly emerged. The growing sense of uncertainty made Vasilyev's throat feel a little dry.

Ever since he learned that Khrushchev was ready to take a hand out of Khazhukov, he had such a feeling. Perhaps, in addition to them, there must be a few people in the entire Soviet Union who understand that sooner or later they will help Zhukov, a famous general of the new generation.

However, he had never mentioned any of this to anyone. Instead, he carefully buried himself in his heart and came to see Zhukov in person, observing and waiting for the change of events at the closest distance.

Until a commissar whom Vasilyev knew, who had always been relatively upright, came up to them and said: "Comrade Zhukov, the great leader, Comrade Stalin, has exempted you from punishment and asked you to report back to the General Staff. ”

Homosexuals! The other party called Zhukov a comrade! This title, coupled with the following paragraph, it seems that Zhukov's fate will not be so bad. Vasilyev was a little glad for Zhukov.

"Congratulations, you don't have to follow this train to that hell place." The commissioner glanced at the ugly old van next to him, turned back to Zhukov and smiled.

"Come with us to the Kremlin, Comrade Zhukov." The commissioner stretched out his right hand to Zhukov and invited with a sincere expression.

..........

"Come back to the Kremlin with us, General Pavlov." One of the commissioners waved his right hand at Pavlov and explained with a cold expression.

It's time for reckoning! Pavlov himself understood.

The battle was fought in a mess, and the most elite troops under his command were inexplicably surrounded by the Germans.

Hundreds of thousands, that's hundreds of thousands!

Hundreds of thousands of troops, who claimed to be the most elite in the Soviet Union, with the strongest combat effectiveness, the best weapons and equipment, and the highest level of mechanization, were so easily surrounded by the German army.

This is hundreds of thousands of pigs scattered, and if the Germans want to circle them all, they have to catch them for a few days and nights.

He's got all the bad news in his hands right now!

In the Minsk region, the 44th Infantry Army retreated south of the Mogilev road, and the designated line of defense was the Starkhov-Khurwin line, the Slutsk region, but it was estimated that this line had been abandoned.

According to aerial reconnaissance, the 210th Infantry Division fought yesterday in the area of Hišešece and was routed by a single German charge.

In the Bobruysk region, at 4 o'clock this morning the Germans built a bridge and passed a large number of tanks.

And this is only the preliminary data of the Soviet army itself.

What's more, Pavlov even had to check the situation from public broadcasts in Germany.

German radio propaganda that several Soviet army groups were already encircled east of Bialystok.

As a result, Pavlov came down to check and found out that this was indeed the case. While fighting on the Shara River, his troops failed to fight the crossing with the Germans occupying the east bank of the Shala.

This led to the fact that the Soviet 3rd Army had to begin to retreat along the banks of the Shala River.

At the same time, the 21st Infantry Corps under his command was also attacked suddenly in the Lidden area. Pavlov's front-line command had been in radio contact with the corps, but that contact had been cut off since yesterday.

In the final contact, the corps reported that they were breaking through in the direction they had instructed, but Pavlov could not find them in the direction they had been found.

In order to contact the infantry corps, which was in a key position in this position, Pavlov had exhausted all means.

Unfortunately, his reconnaissance planes could not be dispatched to find them, because they hid in the forest in order not to be discovered and destroyed by German fighters.

Pavlov eventually sent several teams, armed with radio stations, with the task of finding Kulik and our troops. However, there has been no response from these contact groups.

In the midst of the chaos, Pavlov had already used all the troops at his disposal, and he even sent cadets to the second-hand Poruysk and Blisov regions.

But this does not seem to have much effect, not to mention the students, even the elite units of the Western Front are now crushed, and they can't resist the pace of the German army at all.

Today, Pavlov stays here, and there is nothing else to do but be in a hurry.

However, he can't even do it in a hurry now.

"General Pavlov, don't delay, don't pack your things, in ten minutes, fly directly with us to Moscow." The special commissioner at the head said coldly without a trace of warmth.

The other party did not call himself "Comrade General Pavlov", which already made Pavlov, who had a keen sense of smell, feel a trace of danger. Coupled with that cold attitude, this trip to Moscow will not be too good......