"Marshal! The steamboat has been arranged, and the escort of two gunboats can be described as foolproof, and we sail slowly across the sea at night, and it is impossible for the German air force to stop it. As soon as we get to the other side, it's safe. One of Voroshilov's henchmen reported to him in his office on the preparations for the retreat.

I can't help but be in a hurry, because he is Voroshilov's henchman, so he can run away with Voroshilov himself, it can be said that Voroshilov has always been a retreat, that is, his retreat. So as soon as he arrived in Kerch, he detained several ships at the pier by order of the marshal, waiting only for such a time.

The current situation is not bad for Voroshilov, because after all, the German army has mobilized almost all the heavy artillery in order to attack Sevastopol, and the large-caliber railway guns are also on the west side, and it will take time to transport them to the east, so although the positions of the Soviet army are now squeezed very hard, there is no danger of collapse in a short time.

"Come and help, throw all these papers in the brazier, these things can't be taken with you, so you have to stay here. "Of course, Voroshilov knew what could and could not be taken away, for example, the order that he and Khrushchev gave the order to flee south with their troops into the Crimean Peninsula is evidence of the crime.

Of course, there were all kinds of orders, all of which were arrest warrants and execution warrants signed by the two of them in order to crush the army and eliminate those commanders who did not obey orders. It is better to destroy these orders as soon as possible, after all, such things are not a glorious thing, and destroying them is good for the living.

The henchman did not hesitate, walked directly to Voroshilov, picked up the documents on the desk, and threw them into the brazier one by one. Because there was so much paper, the flames in the brazier jumped very high at once, and the dancing flames reflected the distorted faces of the two people, and there was an eerie atmosphere in the whole office.

One after another, the papers containing the sins were thrown into the brazier, eventually turning into charred marks, stacked on top of more charred carbides. Neither of them spoke, just mechanically threw the documents in their hands into them, and watched them burn.

"Comrade Marshal! Comrade Marshal! German radio is spreading news. An officer rushed into the office without knocking, and looked at the scene in front of him, and was momentarily distracted. Under normal circumstances, only after a unit is at the end of its life will it burn the record documents, so the scene in front of him made him feel uneasy and afraid.

There are so many documents that we're just doing what is necessary to avoid having time to burn them when something happens in the future. Marshal Voroshilov said slowly, as he spoke, throwing the papers in his hand into the brazier.

"Ah! That's right, Comrade Marshal. The German radio station announced that Comrade Khrushchev, who was in command in the Sevastopol fortress, had been killed by them, and the remains found today ......" the officer replied softly with his head bowed.

"......" Hearing the news, Voroshilov's movements in his hands stopped, he never thought that the old friend who followed him all the way really died in Sevastopol. Together, they disposed of Yezhov, and together they commanded the crushing defeat of Poland. Although there are many differences in philosophy between the two, they are always partners. Now that Khrushchev is gone, Voroshilov has a sad feeling in his heart.

"Ordered, organize a local counterattack, let the soldiers of the Marine Corps take the lead, assemble ...... Gather 5,000 men and retake some positions. Even if...... Even if it was to see off Comrade Khrushchev. Voroshilov finally opened his mouth with some sadness and gave a battle order. Revenge for Khrushchev, he thought to himself.

In the evening of the next day, Voroshilov, who had slept in the afternoon, couldn't wait to get up from his bed, three cars were already waiting outside the headquarters, and several guards and the marshal's henchmen were ready to make all the statements. The marshal was to go and inspect the port for a temporary inspection, and when it was time for dinner, he would return to the headquarters.

The group of people with a few leather bags and documents hurriedly got into the three cars waiting at the door, and then drove in the direction of the dock under the watchful eyes of all the soldiers around the headquarters. There were still many soldiers squatting on both sides of the streets of Kerch, and these poor big-headed soldiers were shaking with their guns in their arms, watching their commanders drive away in the cars.

After a day of fighting, there were still wounded soldiers on the streets, and the counterattack to avenge Khrushchev had already killed 2,000 Soviet soldiers on the ground, but there was no order to stop, and the commanders of the front line could only continue to discuss how to continue the attack on the Germans.

During dinner, a front-line officer pushed open the door of Marshal Voroshilov's office, and there was a strong smell of burnt paste, which was no different from an ordinary house except for a burning brazier and a map of the war zone hanging on the wall.

"Comrade Marshal? Comrade Marshal, do you know where Comrade Marshal has gone?" the commander from the front had come to implore Voroshilov to cancel the offensive plan, so he asked the soldiers of the headquarters everywhere to find the missing marshal.

About an hour ago, Comrade Marshal Voroshilov and several of his guards said that they were going to the dock, but they have not returned. An officer in the dispatch room said everything he knew: "They said they were coming back for dinner, but apparently they were delayed because of something. ”

An inexplicable panic surged into the heart of the division commander, and he hurried back to the car parked at the door, jumped on it, gave the order to drive, and went straight to the dock. But apparently he was still a step late, and on the docks, he saw a few soldiers who had been killed on the ground, and a few dock guards who were cursing their mothers.

"What the hell is going on?" the division commander asked the soldier who was scolding there, frowning.

The soldier glanced at it, looked the division commander's dress and rank up and down, and then said hatefully: "Those bastards who are officials said that they would go on the boat to have a look, and then they will run away in the boat." We didn't ask for anything excessive, so we said that we would run away with them and continue to work for these officials and gentlemen. As a result, the bastards gave the order to shoot, killing so many people. ”

Fools also know that Voroshilov himself ran away and betrayed tens of thousands of defenders along the entire Kerch Line. The division commander looked at the undulating sea, and didn't know what kind of taste he had in his heart. In the end, he reluctantly turned around and walked to his car, after all, the attack could be stopped, because the person who gave the order was now in the boat and ran away.

Yes, he ran away, turned his back on the generals and soldiers who fled with him to the Crimean Peninsula, and fled in disgrace alone. If it weren't for trust, who would have run to such a dead end? But some people, for the sake of their own lives, are so righteous when they go.

It was getting dark, and on the dark beach, Marshal Voroshilov, with the help of his henchmen, landed on the beach in the Caucasus with a few guards. For him, the Longtan Tiger's Den in Kerch is already on the other side of the sea, and he can now be said to be truly and completely safe.

There was some light on the other side, which was made by the flashlight dangling back and forth. This indicated that the people who received Voroshilov and his party had arrived, so the guards around Voroshilov also began to respond with flashlights. It didn't take long for these Soviet soldiers of the Internal Affairs Forces, who were carrying submachine guns on their backs, to Voroshilov, whose shoes were soaked and shivering from the cold.

"Comrade Marshal Voroshilov?" one of the leading officers stretched out his hand, took Voroshilov's military ID, carefully compared and looked at it, and then, without returning it to Voroshilov himself, he stuffed it directly into his coat pocket.

Some of the despondent people were surrounded by the internal guards who had rushed to meet them, and began to walk deeper into the beach. Voroshilov, who had experienced countless winds and waves, looked at the internal guard officer who came to pick him up and asked: "Comrade, may I ask Comrade Zhukov's contact person, why didn't he come?"

"He's in front, waiting for us to come over. The officer smiled, an unnatural expression on his face.

"Who are you, let Zhukov's men come to me! I'm not going ......anywhere," Voroshilov had no time to finish speaking, when several guards behind him had a premonition that something was wrong, and when they began to touch the pistol on their waist, the submachine gun of the other party had already gone off.

"Suddenly, suddenly!" Bullets flew everywhere, and Voroshilov's guards immediately fell in a pool of blood. Before the old marshal could come to his senses, a dozen holes were punched in his body by bullets. The hapless henchman left his marshal and tried to run back, only to be beaten into a sieve by a volley of bullets.

Lying on the ground, Voroshilov did not close his eyes, he struggled with his bloody mouth, and asked the officer indistinctly: "Why, ...... For...... What'......"

"Comrade Stalin did not allow any kind of betrayal, that's why you are disposed of. The officer replied understandingly: "Marshal Zhukov has made a suggestion that you live incognito for the rest of your life, but the great leader Comrade Stalin still thinks that it is more worry-free to dispose of people like you as soon as possible." ”

Voroshilov finally lost his life and lay on the beach with his empty eyes open. On February 21, the defenders of Kerch surrendered to the Germans, and the Battle of Crimea ended with a German victory.

Today's two watches, don't wait any longer