Two Hundred and Nineteen Holidays

In the dimly lit room, Khrushchev was in a very bad mood. He hated this kind of betrayal of his compatriots, but he had no choice but to make such abominable transactions one by one. (starter)

This kind of feeling that goes against his beliefs and ideals is very bad. He vowed 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 pick up his mood 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 person outside the door replied softly.

Khrushchev stood up, walked over with his hands behind his back, and opened the door: "Comrade Marshal Voroshilov, you are welcome as a guest, please come in. Would you like a glass of vodka? My wine here is not bad."

"I'm here to discuss a matter with you." Voroshilov put a report on Khrushchev's desk: "To be honest, as a marshal of the Soviet Union, I'm actually out of date. I am exhausted by the war, Comrade Khrushchev. I am not well versed in the supplies of modern warfare, nor do I know the tactics of the front line.”

It seems that this Soviet marshal has something to say this time, Khrushchev thought to himself, but he didn't say much. He filled the wine glass in his hand with vodka, handed it to him, and said to himself. The words of Voroshilov.

"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 to tell you about this. I am old, and it turns out that I only lead soldiers to fight. Gone are the days. No matter what we do now, we tend to think about multiple things, and frankly, I’m not very good at those.”

After taking another sip of wine, he sighed and continued: "To be honest, I have done a lot of things that I know are wrong, but I think the people will forgive me in the end, because I just want to live."

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

"This report was given to me by the commander of this operation, Comrade Georgy Konstantinovich Zhukov. You can take a look at it. I see the shadow of an old acquaintance of mine on it. ." Voroshilov pushed the document in his hand to Khrushchev, and then continued: "We all know that the matter of Marshal Tukhachevsky is a loss for our Soviet Union - I did not want it. The meaning of turning over the old accounts, loss is loss, but now we have found a candidate who can replace in the future, I would like to ask your help to keep this hope in our army."

"What do you mean? You want me to come forward to protect this general?" Khrushchev looked at Voroshilov very suspiciously.

Then he picked up the file and looked at it carefully. This document is not long, but it is a very detailed record of the battle that took place not long ago. In the document, he highly praised the heroic Ukrainian troops and explained the advantages of concentrated use of armored forces in the process of combat.

"We are very short of real military talents. You should know that. If you can ensure that there will be no rebellion in the army, then you can just maintain the current status of the political commissar leading the troops, but if you want to win future wars, We should at least keep some talents who can really fight for ourselves." Voroshilov said: "He is one of the few talents I have seen on the front line for so long."

Khrushchev nodded and closed the document. Then he glanced at Voroshilov: "I also feel that we have done too much to betray the motherland in order to gain power. At least this time, I can do something for my motherland. I am very relieved."

Are you happy? Probably not. At this moment, Khrushchev was thinking about how to put this useful talent Georgy Konstantinovich Zhukov under his command: if he keeps this talent named Zhukov, then his future There must be a right to speak in the military, right?

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

"Actually, this man comes from a very clean background. His father was a shoemaker and his mother worked on a farm. The ingredients are good," said Voroshilov. After all, he was an old marshal who could survive the purge. What he wants, he is very clear: "This person never forms gangs, and he is a young man who repays his gratitude."

These words are more artistic. Never forming sects means that there are no interest groups. Being from a humble background means that they have no backers. The sentence of gratitude and gratitude is an adjective that happened to make Khrushchev tempted.

"Since he is a talent, then I don't think the great motherland will bury such useful people." Khrushchev thought for a while and said, "I will write a report to Comrade Stalin to give certain affirmation to this battle. , I think the motherland will give the most just treatment to this commander. You can rest assured."

Voroshilov let out a sigh of relief. It seems that Zhukov has been saved. With Stalin's cronies like Khrushchev as a guarantee, it is natural that this young general will not serve his sentence in a concentration camp in Siberia, but after all, he is in a river beach. In the battle, the Soviet army suffered a loss, and it must be put on hold for a few years.

"I would recommend him to go to the Far East, where Japan is not very peaceful recently, but compared to the stronger German army, the Japanese army is still relatively easy to deal with." Khrushchev smiled and said: "He only needs one to prove himself. It's just an opportunity, I arranged for him! The commander of the 1st Army of the Mongolian Front has just been tried by the people, and I think they will need a wise commander."

This is the rise of light and darkness. Voroshilov gave Khrushchev a high look at this moment. This person is smarter than expected. Once he decides to do it, he will do it right at once.

Voroshilov nodded and said: "I think he will be grateful for your cultivation. I will let him come to you tomorrow morning. He must have a lot of things on his mind to talk to Comrade Khrushchev. ."

"People like us who are engaged in political work can only rely on their words to help people solve problems." Khrushchev smiled, and then agreed to the meeting: "He is willing to come to me to express his thoughts, which shows that my It's an affirmation that the job is doing okay, and I'm happy."

It turns out that even in the most inefficient times, gold can shine. After expressing his gratitude and loyalty to Khrushchev, Zhukov turned into the commander of the army, and all the troops he commanded were sent directly to German-occupied Poland as prisoners to supplement the Polish prisoners. Not enough people.

But history seems to have made a big joke with our head of state, Akado. It was only a month later that Akado knew about it. He regretted that an opportunity to kill Zhukov in advance had just slipped away because of carelessness. .

At the same moment, the garrison of the German 3rd SS Panzer Division, an old former Polish Army barracks. Ren was lying on his bed reading his thick Russian textbook. The battle a few days ago brought the peace now. The officers were allowed to spend weekends in nearby towns in batches. For the German troops on the Eastern Front, who had been on first-level alert, this could be described as happiness.

"Hey! Ryan!" Marcus leaned against the door and shouted to his friend on the bed: "You are really amazing, you destroyed one more tank than me yesterday. And you also captured a kv-1 Tanks, that's the Soviet Union's secret weapon."

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

"The bad news is that the vacation wasn't approved," Marcus said with a suppressed smile.

"You can tell from your face that there is at least one medal." Ren sighed helplessly.

"That's right! There is indeed a medal!" Marcus said with a laugh: "The above said that your record was taken as an example and reported to the Wehrmacht headquarters. Our immediate boss, Reinhard Heiner Admiral Drich also seems very pleased that we have given him face. So both sides worked together to report our record to the Führer."

"The above has decided to give us a long vacation, and we can take a special train to return to Germany with our precious tanks to participate in the victory parade held in November." Marcus said arrogantly.

"Berlin?" Ren was taken aback.

"That's right! Berlin!" Marcus laughed.

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

"Of course! The whole crew will be honored! Everyone will go back! And there will be many photographers. I heard that we may even make headlines in the newspapers!" Marcus said proudly.

"Haha! Newspapers! Headlines!" Obviously this news made every soldier happy.

"You guys don't know what this means! We have a bonus! A big bonus! A long vacation! So many unrestrained Berlin girls! Champagne! Flowers!" Marcus described exaggeratedly on the side.

Andre, the gunner, knew that what he said would happen, because they were heroes, a hero who was touted wildly in every way. But he was also very happy, no one would reject a woman with money, at least he wouldn't.

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

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

"Long live the holidays! Berlin! Here we are." Ren laughed along with him.

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