In the dimly lit room, Khrushchev was in a very bad mood, he hated this betrayal of his compatriots, but he had no choice but to do this hateful transaction one by one.

This feeling of being contrary to faith and ideals is very bad, and he swears that this is the last time he will harm the interests of the country in exchange for his own living space. Just when he couldn't control his emotions while thinking about these questions, there was a knock on his door.

"Who?" Khrushchev asked softly with his eyes closed.

"Excuse me, Comrade Khrushchev, I'm Voroshilov. The man outside the door replied softly.

Khrushchev stood up, walked over with his hands behind his back and opened the door: "Comrade Marshal Voroshilov, welcome to your guest, please come in." Would you like a glass of vodka? I've got a good drink here. ”

"I'm here to discuss something with you. Voroshilov pressed a report on Khrushchev's desk: "To tell the truth, I, as a marshal of the USSR, am actually outdated, and modern warfare exhausts me, Comrade Khrushchev. I am not very proficient in the supply of modern warfare, and I do not know the tactics of front-line warfare. ”

It seems that this Soviet marshal has something to say this time, Khrushchev secretly thought, but he didn't say much, poured the glass in his hand full of vodka, and handed it to Voroshilov, who was still talking to himself.

"Thank you. Voroshilov took the glass and took a sip: "I can see that you are different from Yezhov, so I have to come to you about it." I'm old, and the days when I just led troops to fight are gone. Nowadays, no matter what we do, we tend to think about many things, and frankly, I'm not good at that. ”

After taking another sip of wine, he sighed and continued, "To be honest, I did a lot of things that I knew were wrong, but I think the people will eventually forgive me because I just want to live." ”

"You are too modest, Comrade Marshal Voroshilov, and Comrade Stalin and I understand that you are a respected veteran and a treasure of our Soviet people. Khrushchev also took a sip of vodka, and then opened his mouth to persuade him.

"This report was given to me by the commander of this operation, Comrade Georgi Konstantinovich Zhukov, and you can take a look at it, and I see the shadow of an old acquaintance of mine. Voroshilov pushed the text in his hand to Khrushchev, and then continued: "We all know that Marshal Tukhachevsky's matter is a loss for our Soviet Union - I don't mean to turn over old accounts, losses are losses, but now that we have found a replacement in the future, I would like to ask for your help to keep this hope in our army." ”

"Do you mean to say that you want me to come forward to protect this general?" Khrushchev looked at Voroshilov very suspiciously, and then picked up the text and looked at it carefully. The article is not long, but it is a very detailed account of the recent battles, in which he praises the valiant Ukrainian forces and explains the advantages achieved in the course of the concentrated use of armored forces.

"We are very short of real military talent right now, and you should know that. If we guarantee that there will be no rebellion in the army, then it is enough to maintain the current status quo of the political commissar leading the troops, but if we want to win future wars, we should at least reserve some talents for ourselves who can really fight. Voroshilov began: "He is one of the few talents I have seen in the long history of the front. ”

Khrushchev nodded and closed the text. Then he glanced at Voroshilov: "I also think that we have done too much to sell the Motherland in order to gain power." At least this time, I feel relieved that I can do something for my home country. ”

Probably not. At this moment, Khrushchev was thinking about how to bring this useful talent Georgy Konstantinovich Zhukov under his command: If he kept this general named Zhukov, then he would definitely have the right to speak in the military in the future, right?

"Is this man willing to make his own contribution to the motherland?" Khrushchev asked after a while, as if chatting.

"In fact, this man came from a very clean background, his father was a shoemaker, and his mother worked on a farm. The ingredients are good. Voroshilov said that after all, he was an old marshal who could survive the purge, and he knew very well what those in power wanted: "This man never formed gangs, and he was a young man who knew how to repay his kindness." ”

This is more artistic, never forming a gang, it means that there are no interest groups, and a humble background means that there is no backer, and that sentence of Zhi'en Tubao is an adjective that happened to make Khrushchev tempted.

"Since he is a talent, then I think the great motherland will not bury such useful people. Khrushchev thought for a moment and said: "I will write a report to Comrade Stalin to give a certain affirmation to this operation, and I think this commander will also be dealt with most justly." Rest assured. ”

Voroshilov breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that this Zhukov is saved, with such a Stalin cronie as Khrushchev as a guarantor, naturally this young general does not have to serve his sentence in a concentration camp in Siberia, but after all, the Soviet army suffered a loss in the battle of the river beach, and it must be shelved for a few years.

"I would recommend him to the Far East, where Japan has not been very quiet lately, but the Japanese Army is still relatively easy to deal with compared to the strong German army. Khrushchev smiled and said: "He only needs a chance to prove himself, and I will arrange it for him! The commander of the 1st Army of the Mongolian Front has just been judged by the people, and I think they will need a wise commander." ”

This is the rise of the light and the dark, Voroshilov at this moment again looked up at Khrushchev, this man is even smarter than he imagined, once he decides to do it, he will get things done one at a time.

Voroshilov nodded and agreed, "I think he will be grateful to you for your cultivation." Tomorrow morning, I will ask him to come to you, he must have a lot on his mind to talk to Comrade Khrushchev. ”

"People like us who are engaged in political work can only rely on our mouths to help others solve problems. Khrushchev smiled, then agreed to the meeting: "He is willing to come to me to talk to me about his ideas, which shows that I am doing my job well, which is an affirmation, and I am very happy." ”

It turns out that even in the most inefficient era, gold shines. After expressing his gratitude and loyalty to Khrushchev, Zhukov turned into the commander of the army group, and all the troops he commanded at the beginning were sent directly to German-occupied Poland as prisoners to supplement the shortage of Polish prisoners.

But history seems to have played a small joke on our Führer Accardo, who learned about it a month later, and he regretted very much that an opportunity to kill Zhukov in advance had slipped away because of carelessness.

At the same time, the 3rd SS Panzer Division was stationed, an old former Polish Army barracks. Wren was lying on his bed reading his thick Russian textbook, the silence of the previous day's fighting. The fact that the officers were allowed to spend weekends in nearby towns in batches was a blessing for the German troops on the Eastern Front, who had been on first-level alert.

"Hey, Wren!" Marcus leaned against the door, shouting to his friend on the bed, "You're amazing, you destroyed one more tank than I did yesterday." And you also captured a KV-1 tank, which was the secret weapon of the Soviet Union. ”

"That tank broke down on its own, and it has nothing to do with me. Wren closed the book, sat up, and replied, "Didn't you go to apply for a vacation, and what happened to the camp?"

"The bad news is that the holiday is not approved. Marcus said with a smile.

"Just look at your face and know that there is at least one medal. Wren sighed helplessly.

"Yes! there is indeed a medal!" Marcus said with a laugh, "I said that your record was taken as an example and reported to the Wehrmacht General Headquarters. Our immediate superior, Admiral Reinhardt Heydrich, also seemed pleased that we had given him face. So the two sides worked together to report the results of the two of us to the Führer. ”

"It was decided that we would be given a long vacation, and we could take a special train back to Germany with our precious tanks for the Victory Parade in November. Marcus said angrily.

"Berlin?" Wren was stunned.

"That's right, Berlin!" Marcus said with a laugh.

"Can we go back together?" asked Bruce, the loader on the side, excitedly.

"Of course, it's the whole crew that's going to be honored! Everyone will go back! And there will be a lot of photographers, and I heard we might make the headlines!" Marcus said proudly.

"Haha! Newspapers! Headlines!" Apparently the news made every soldier happy.

"You don't know what that means! We've got a bonus! A big bonus! A long vacation! A lot of Berlin girls!Champagne!!!" said Marcus, exaggerated.

Artillery Andrei knew that what he said would happen because they were heroes, a hero who was wildly touted in every way. But he is also very happy, no one will refuse a money woman, at least not he.

"And real chocolate!" Wren stood up, "I can buy more, at least for a while." ”

"Long live the holidays!" Marcus shouted with a laugh.

"Long live the holidays! Berlin! Here we come. Wren laughed along.