"Dear Comrade Zhukov, congratulations, you can serve our great motherland again." Marshal Roshilov said with a smile on his face as he looked at the fresh commander of the Eastward Army Group in front of him.
At this moment, Zhukov was welcoming the arrival of the Chief of General Staff of the Red Army in the living room of his home. Ever since he received the news that he would be appointed as the new commander of the Army Group and would go east to rescue the besieged Timoshenko Group, his home had changed.
The deserted days of the past few days have become lively again. It seems that the icing on the cake can be used all over the world.
"Dear Comrade Roshilov, please don't make fun of me. This job is not easy to do. If I have a choice, I would rather read a book at home and bask in the sun." Zhukov said with a wry smile.
"Oh, why do we need to know that you are only forty-seven years old this year? It is a good opportunity to make contributions." Marshal Roshilov couldn't help but feel strange that his friend would have such an attitude.
Shaking his head, Zhukov turned back and said: "Dear Shulik, could you please make us two cups of coffee?"
After inviting his friends to sit down, a charming middle-aged woman quickly brought two cups of coffee to the two of them. Marshal Roshilov took a slow sip and praised: "Oh, dear Ji
Madam Yevna, the coffee you brew is getting better and better."
This middle-aged woman was Zhukov's wife Alexandra Tievna. She smiled and said: "Comrade Rosilo, you are really getting better and better at talking. But I still don't want you to come to me."
At home, because as soon as you come, my dear husband will leave me again to go to war."
Marshal Roshilov smiled apologetically: "I'm so sorry, Mrs. Tievna, this is an order from the National Defense Committee, and there is nothing I can do about it."
Alexandra Tievna served the two people coffee and then left. Marshal Roshilov looked at Zhukov and said: "Dear Zhukov, do you still have shadows about the last defeat?"
Zhukov shook his head and sighed: "No, I am worried that if we fight the war with the Chinese until the end, others will get an advantage."
"Other people" Marshal Roshilov's eyes flashed with a cold light, "Are you talking about the Japanese?"
Looking at Zhukov who nodded silently, Marshal Roshilov sighed. I have also reported this matter to Comrade Stalin. If necessary, we can negotiate with the Chinese people, but his opinion still favors the use of force to solve the problem.
What can I do if I am alone?
"The Japanese are watching eagerly in the three eastern provinces, and the Chinese have directly attacked Chita. Our situation in the Far East is worrying."
Marshal Roshilov put down his cup and said slowly, "So when you go this time, you must capture Chita and open up the Siberian railway channel. Otherwise, General Olga in Vladivostok will not be able to hold on for long."
"Hmph, it would be strange if he could hold Vladivostok." Zhukov was still filled with resentment when he mentioned General Olga.
"Okay, don't blame General Olga so much. I think it won't be long before he will be transferred back to Moscow." Marshal Roshilov comforted with a smile, and revealed a little secret by the way, but
Then he asked, "Dear Comrade Zhukov, tell me the truth, are you sure you can annihilate the Chinese army in Chita?"
"Haha, it would be great if annihilation can drive them away." Zhukov said with a wry smile.
"What?" Marshal Roshilov asked in surprise: "You have to know that you are leading an army of 700,000 people this time. If you face their 300,000 troops, it shouldn't be a problem to annihilate them."
"Comrade Roshilov, you are also a veteran. You should know that fighting a war does not rely on large numbers of people. Although our army has more than double their number, our weapons and equipment lag far behind theirs. Don't
Not to mention, let’s just say that their aircraft are far ahead of ours, and my latest Yin-16 is no match for them.” Zhukov added bitterly: “After losing air superiority, the situation of our ground forces
This is very worrying. Their planes can swagger over and bomb our positions anytime and anywhere, and their tanks, rifles, and new armored vehicles are almost a generation more advanced than ours. These gaps are due to us.
Soldiers use their lives to make up for it."
"Comrade Zhukov, Comrade Stalin also knows what you are talking about. He has ordered the research department to speed up research and development. It's just that water far away cannot save the fire close by. Now you have to overcome everything by yourself."
"With so many troops mobilized, just supplying supplies along the way is a huge pressure. I'm afraid the Siberian Railway alone will be very tight."
Marshal Roshilov smiled, "You don't have to worry about this. The cities along the Trans-Siberian Railway will fully support you, and the weapons and ammunition produced by their arsenals will also be given priority to you, so you can rest assured that no later than one
By the end of the month, your troops will be mobilized."
Hearing this, Zhukov nodded, knowing that his old friend was already trying his best to help him.
After all, being able to raise supplies for an army of 700,000 men in one month was already his best effort.
At this time, Alexandra Tievna came out and invited the two of them to come in and eat.
"Okay, my dear friend, let's not talk about these official matters today. It's rare for you to come to my house today. You must try the steak cooked by Schulich. You must be careful not to swallow it with your tongue..."
Chahar Zhangjiakou Feilong Airport
Gao Zhihang and Commander Le Yiqin of the First Air Division stood side by side on the tower, looking at the rows of huge shadows in the sky, with a smile on their tired faces. After more than half a month of intense training, dozens of dive bombers transformed
The pilots flying the B-17 are already roughly familiar with the operation of this new aircraft and will be able to carry out preliminary missions in a few days.
"Report to Director Gao, this is a document sent from the Logistics Department." A communications staff officer wearing a snow-white Air Force uniform handed a document to Gao Zhihang.
Le Yiqin asked curiously: "Instructor, what's going on again?"
Gao Zhihang had nothing to hide from his proud disciple, so he smiled and handed over the document.
"Oh, thirty-two more B-17s have been sent. Commander Su is really generous." Le Yiqin exclaimed.
"Haha, you should never doubt Mr. Su's generosity. This is my experience." Gao Zhihang replied with a smile, looking at the planes taking off and landing at the huge airport, thinking of the simple tarmac when he first arrived.
With the neat and spacious runway now, I feel a sense of satisfaction in my heart.
Second update today
Well, let’s talk about the book review from a book friend that A Ding read this afternoon. A book friend left a message saying that it was difficult for the Soviet army of 700,000 to be maintained by just one railway. In A Ding’s humble opinion, at the end of World War II, the Soviet army’s hundreds of thousands
Tens of thousands of troops poured into the three eastern provinces of our country like a flood. They also relied on the Siberian Railway as a transportation line, so A Ding believed that it was possible to maintain the supply of 700,000 Soviet troops, not to mention the blood transfusions in the cities along the way.
This is totally possible.
Haha, here is the list of book friends who rewarded A Ding this afternoon: The Devil of the Wind, The Lover of Cigarettes, Time Flies, Don’t Know How to Apply, Wuya Jianghu, Wuya Jianghu, coom, tas, depend on each other through wind and rain,