Chapter 512 Another Person

After the Supreme Headquarters combat meeting chaired by his loving father Stalin, the generals present at the meeting left with Stalin's orders in mind. Only Marshal Timoshenko was waiting in an inconspicuous corner of the floor. Looking for the person he wants to wait for.

Not long after, Zhukov, who had a final private conversation with Stalin but still to no avail, walked out of the conference room somewhat dejectedly.

Zhukov, who had felt confident and determined throughout the Winter War, had never been more frustrated.

Zhukov could almost predict that the counterattack against the German army would never end in victory, if not the defeat of the Red Army.

For a few days, whenever Zhukov lay in bed in the dead of night, he would think of Malashenko's anxious face. Zhukov even wondered if Malashenko knew something that he didn't know, that kind of indescribable feeling. Zhukov had an expression he had never seen on anyone else before, as if he was confident that he could see into the future but did not dare to express it.

After much thought, Zhukov, who was finally defeated by reason, thought that he was overthinking because he was too tired, but what Malashenko told Zhukov was truly imprinted in the heart of the Red Army God of War.

Stalin refused to listen to his own words, just like his expression when he persuaded Stalin to abandon Kiev.

As the supreme leader of the Soviet Union, Stalin was stubborn and insisted that only by launching a counterattack against the German army could he turn the offensive and win the strategic initiative on the battlefield.

Zhukov's repeated insistence on the "defend first, then counterattack" tactic was severely reprimanded by Stalin without mercy. Stalin accused Zhukov of being carried away by the victory of the Winter War and wanted to use the same tactic on the Germans a second time. win.

"Hitler would not fall in the same place a second time! And there is no way I would make such a stupid mistake!"

With Stalin's almost roaring farewell words echoing in his mind, Zhukov, who was only sighing and worried, walked towards the stairs aimlessly like a puppet who had lost his soul.

"Comrade Zhukov, cheer up! This is not what you used to be."

The confident words interrupted Zhukov's thoughts. Zhukov turned his head slightly and looked at the corner of the stairs next to him, and then he saw a familiar face.

"Comrade Marshal, what's the matter?"

He heard some traps in Zhukov's name for him, but Timoshenko, who frowned slightly, did not care about it and chose to take it too seriously.

"I know what you are thinking, Zhukov, and in a sense I don't even think your thoughts and opinions are wrong. The tactics you advocate do have a high success rate and are more reliable, but you You need to know what Comrade Stalin needs now and think about it for him. What he needs is an unprecedented victory to inspire people and morale, and this victory needs to be won by the Red Army's initiative to be more convincing. "

There were only Zhukov and Timoshenko at the corner of the empty staircase, and no third person could hear their conversation.

Faced with Timoshenko's initiative to open up his heart, Zhukov, who stood there for a moment, finally spoke hesitantly.

"So you echoed Comrade Stalin's ideas and advocated taking the initiative? But this is too risky. You and I both know that the gains outweigh the losses. If we fail, we will face an unprecedented disaster, even more serious than the one in Moscow."

Having already expected Zhukov's answer, Marshal Timoshenko spoke slowly in a way that Zhukov did not expect.

"You know? Before I came to the meeting, a person told me similar thoughts to yours and tried to persuade me to persuade Comrade Stalin, although those words were very obscure."

"There is another person? Similar idea!?"

A tone full of surprise and doubt was Zhukov's way of answering. Zhukov, who was completely unexpected, spoke next almost in disbelief.

"Who is he? Who else could say such a thing to you?"

Facing Zhukov's curious questioning streak, he was not too concerned, but the answer Timoshenko gave immediately made Zhukov stunned on the spot as if he had been struck by lightning.

"Dmitry Drukovich Malashenko, our well-known tank hero in the Soviet Union. Immediately after he reported to me, he said something similar to yours. He looked a little anxious. I guess this young man I should have said the same thing to you, right?"

Zhukov would not have expected that Malashenko, who was so brave that he only wanted to avoid being thrown into the fire pit of Stalingrad, would directly ask Temu, who was higher than Zhukov, at the first meeting. Marshal Xinge gave his advice bluntly.

Although Malashenko said it very tactfully at first, in Zhukov's view Malashenko was still too bold and boundless!

Zhukov, who didn't know where to start, was stunned for a moment, and finally blurted out the rather helpless words to Marshal Timoshenko after some contemplation.

"He is an outstanding young man, Comrade Marshal. I hope you will not blame him for this. I can see many excellent qualities in him, such as perseverance, bravery, firm belief and fearlessness, and at the same time he has a very high ability to fight on the front line. He has a commanding talent and is always able to carry out the tasks assigned to him resolutely.”

"I believe Malashenko will do more for our Red Army in the future. We lost too many excellent talents in that past event. Sometimes I even regard Malashenko as a kind of compensation for that event, if we can really reuse him properly."

It was the first time that Zhukov had such a high evaluation. Marshal Timoshenko smiled and said again after a little surprise.

"In fact, I basically agree with you until Malashenko reported to me in person. He is indeed a very magical young man. I have an indescribable first impression. Now it seems that asking you to bring him to me is the right choice."

The word magical instead of excellent is used because Timoshenko does not know Malashenko well enough. Marshal Timoshenko, who is generous but can also see clearly a young man, is very accurate in his description, at least for him personally.

This impromptu conversation lasted only about ten minutes, and Timoshenko convinced Zhukov of the necessity of the upcoming offensive, although Zhukov still believed in his heart that the strategy of defending first and then counterattacking was the best choice.