By the time Vatukin woke up again, it was already noon. He opened his eyes and saw someone on top of him, making it difficult for him to breathe.

He then struggled to sit up and found that the person lying on top of him, and almost everyone around him, had been killed by the bomb.

"Thank you!" Vatujing wanted to push away the corpse on his body, but found that the other party had already died, and the corpse was already a little stiff.

The guard who saved him at the last moment was not able to hear the general's "thank you" after all.

Vatutin saw civilians hurrying to put out fires in the distance, and saw Soviet soldiers sweeping corpses on the ground.

The place was almost in ruins, the crater that exploded next to Vatutin, was at least 50 meters away from him, and the building next to the crater was now unrecognizable.

"Anyone!" He struggled and realized that his arm might be injured, so he shouted loudly, hoping that someone would come and help him.

But everywhere there was the sound of houses collapsing, burning and exploding, shouting and crying.

No one could hear him shouting, and he was left to rely on himself. With great difficulty, he pushed away the corpse next to him, and Vatujin could finally see his wounds.

His arm had been cut by a piece of flying glass, and blood had soaked through the sleeve of his military uniform.

After he struggled to his feet, soldiers and officers finally came to him and saw his commander with a bloody arm.

"Comrade General! Comrade General! Are you injured? Despite the dust and blood on his face, and the color of his clothes that had been changed by the dust, the shiny epaulettes on his shoulders could be seen at a glance.

"Comrade Stalin...... Is Comrade Stalin okay? Covering the wound on his arm, Vatutin opened his mouth to ask about Stalin's safety.

In a hurry, he also ignored the cumbersome prefix of the great leader - his life could not be saved, and who else did he want to show those false names?

"I just returned from there, the great leader Comrade Stalin is safe, he is waiting to see you!" The officer had come to Vatutin for him, so he pointed in the direction where Stalin was.

Although Vatujing could ignore the title of this great leader in a hurry, the lowly officers and soldiers did not dare, even if they were awkward, they still said the full name meticulously.

"I see! I need a medic to bandage me before I go! Vatujin looked at his embarrassed clothes and spoke.

The officer nodded, and hurriedly sent someone to find the medic, after all, the general himself was wounded, so no matter how rare the medics were, they could be found.

Sooner than expected, two medics arrived, one holding Vatutin's arm while the other began to treat Vatutin's wounds.

Because he didn't use anesthetic, Vatujin could feel the pain in his arm, but he gritted his teeth and held on until the medic began to wrap the bandages, and then let go of his clenched teeth.

Then he took a towel and wiped the sweat from his forehead before he stood up and commanded: "Gather the troops!" Don't scatter like this anymore! If the regimental commander is killed, the 1 battalion commander is replaced, and if the 1 battalion commander is also killed, the 2 battalion commander is promoted. ”

He looked at the other end of the burning city in the distance, and continued: "Higher rank, wait for my personal appointment...... The same is true for the company commander level, the 1st platoon commander takes over the dead company commander, and the 1st platoon commander dies at the same time, so that the 2nd platoon commander takes over the company commander's position! Platoon leader, squad leader, etc...... And so on! ”

"Once the troops are assembled, complete the replacement promotion work immediately, and then let the troops assemble outside the city! Don't go near the city anymore! As soon as Vatutin had given the order, he walked to the car that had come to pick him up with his wounded arm on his chest.

Bypassing the buildings that had been destroyed by the shells, the car jolted through the rubble-strewn streets and soon came to the outskirts.

Outside an intact farm house, next to the fence stood makeshift sentry posts, all of Stalin's convoys, the most loyal guardsmen.

Vatutin got out of the car outside the fence of the farm, and had someone help to dust his clothes before walking to the heavily guarded farm house.

The German bombers didn't know if they would go and return, so everyone was nervous.

Outside the door of Stalin's room, Vatutin saw Stalin's secretary with a nervous face.

"Comrade General, why did the bombers of the Germans find us? Can our safety be guaranteed? As soon as he saw Vatutin, Stalin's secretary asked anxiously and continuously.

"I don't know if the planes of the Germans will go and return, I am sorting out the troops, and the losses have not yet been counted." Vatutin, dragging a wounded arm, replied with some weariness.

In fact, half of the blood on his sleeve was not Vatutin's, it was the fallen soldier who threw down Vatutin's body.

If he himself had shed so much blood, then he would not have been able to stand up to see Stalin.

It's just that everyone has a little bit of a clever mind, and comes to see Stalin with all this blood and a messy clothes, and Vatutin, of course, has his own considerations.

Sure enough, seeing the blood stains on his body and the bandaged arm hanging from his chest, Stalin's secretary naturally brought a little closer.

People who have experienced disasters together, also known as brothers and sisters, will naturally sympathize with each other, and it will be easier for them to get along with each other.

"Are we going to get out of here as soon as possible?" Stalin's secretary heard Vatutin's answer, and did not apathize to question, but asked for advice.

Knowing that his tragic image played a certain role, Vatutin was not hypocritical, and replied: "We should get out of here as soon as possible, but which way to go depends on the choice of the great leader, Comrade Stalin." ”

"Go in and explain for yourself, the great leader Comrade Stalin is waiting for you inside!" The secretary pushed open the door next to him, and Vatutin saw Stalin sitting on the bed.

Stalin, well-groomed, sat on the edge of the bed, and since this was not an office, there were few office facilities.

There were no telephones, no desks, no papers, and Stalin's face was a little pale, and he looked at Vatutin, who walked in, as if waiting for Vatutin to speak.

"It's great that you're okay." Vatu Jingli saluted and greeted Stalin respectfully.

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Today's dragon spirit is lazy for a day, and one more will be offered, and tomorrow the dragon spirit will make up for the third watch, and apologize to everyone!