"I'm not willing to...!" Zhukov stared at the document in his hand. Sitting on the chair, his hand holding the document trembled a little. He raised his head and looked at He standing in front of him with eyes full of disbelief.
Rushchev. The other party just shook his head, saying that he didn't know the reason.
"Damn it!" Suddenly, Zhukov slammed his fist on the table, his face turned livid: "Is this the end of me, Zhukov? This is the final end of a pure general?!"
"Comrade Zhukov, I also know that you cannot accept this charge for a while." Khrushchev, who had read the contents of the document in advance and knew that Zhukov had been convicted of treason and collaborating with the enemy, comforted him with a wry smile: "But since it is already
Now that it’s a fact, just accept it first.”
Khrushchev was not a pure military strategist. With his political wisdom, how could he not see that Zhukov had been framed? In fact, he could even see clearly who was behind the scenes.
.
However, Khrushchev did not dare to say it. If he kindly stood up for Zhukov now, and someone implicated him in the future, who would stand up for him?
Seeing Khrushchev's performance, Zhukov also knew that he could not count on him.
He stood up from the chair, silently unbuttoned his military uniform, took off his military uniform, then took off his military cap and threw it on the table together with the military uniform. He just said lightly: "Since this country and this army are so loyal,
There is no distinction between traitors and traitors, so it’s okay if you don’t want this military membership and position. I, Zhukov, quit!”
As soon as Zhukov spoke, everyone was shocked. The whole office was silent for more than a minute. Fortunately for Khrushchev, a political commissar next to him thought that Zhukov was mentally abnormal and was talking nonsense. He hadn't seen him yet.
There are people who are so ignorant of current affairs.
The political commissar pointed his finger at Zhukov, his hands trembling with anger: "Zhukov, what did you say? Do you dare to say it again?"
Zhukov glanced coldly and said calmly: "Okay, let me say it again, everyone, listen. I, Zhukov, participated in the revolution in 1919. Since then, I have never thought about becoming an official in the future. I have never thought about becoming an official in the future. I have never thought about it until today.
I didn’t deliberately try to please anyone, nor did I do anything unkind in order to get promoted.”
He was a little excited when he said this, and continued almost through gritted teeth: "If this war that I have devoted my whole life to does not meet my original intention in the end, then what is the meaning of this military status and position? Comrades,
Today may be the last time I speak at such a high-level meeting, and I’m afraid I won’t have such an opportunity in the future. Can you please give me some time, comrades, to say a few words from your heart?”
There was silence in the entire office. Khrushchev, who had the highest status here except Zhukov, took the lead and nodded, agreeing to Zhukov's request.
After Khrushchev's acquiescence, Zhukov said solemnly: "Comrades, I have been suffering from insomnia recently. It's not that I didn't know about the things Pavlov did behind the scenes. However, I did not pursue it because I knew that I
I am a soldier, and my duty is to defend the country and do my duty. Especially recently, I often think of the relationship between comrades in our army during the October Revolution. Comrades, we are all people who have been there, think about it.
.In the war at that time, you didn’t have to worry about being injured at all, because your comrades would never abandon you. I, Zhukov, am alive today because more than one comrade took a bullet for me. They died, but I survived.”
"In the Battle of Tsaritsyn, my left leg and left rib were injured. In the battle at the Tepnaya Railway Station, I was seriously injured and was unconscious for a time."
"But, I survived. I think this may be because the motherland needs me and my strength. Even for those comrades who sacrificed their lives, I have never slacked off for a moment! Ask yourself, these days, I have been
I put my whole heart and soul on the front line.”
"Comrades, this is what our Soviet soldiers should be like, this is the fine tradition we should have. I dare say that if we put it 20 years ago, our combat effectiveness and our soldiers would definitely be no better than the Germans**
What a bad person!"
"But now, what is happening to our army? It is too dangerous to attack, frame up, and add insult to injury. It will destroy our army and even the entire Soviet Union. Comrades, everyone should think carefully about what I, Zhukov, have done.
"Why, is any of it considered the act of a traitor?"
"Who is Pavlov? Who is Stalin? They don't even know what a mess the front line has become!" Zhukov said here, even more excited, and said at the top of his voice, "You want me to attack? What should I do?
Attack! At the cost of human lives! Do I have to mobilize tens of thousands of people to smash their heads against the German defense lines, and then pretend that I have carried out the order to the best of my ability, and then report back that I have been ordered to attack?"
After Zhukov said so much in one breath, he finally calmed down a little: "How many commanders are doing these things, do they think I don't know about it? Do they think I really don't know how to use such dirty and despicable methods?
?"
"No! I can't do it!" Zhukov showed a smile that was uglier than crying, and looked at Khrushchev: "A hundred years later, there will be a line of words engraved on my tombstone. During the years that Zhukov has been in office, can you find it?
Look for any criminal order document signed by him. Go and look for it! You will never find such a document signed by Zhukov!"
Khrushchev, who was standing aside, exchanged glances with the political commissar and several staff members quickly, and then sighed and said: "Zhukov, after you gave such a speech, I'm afraid no one can save you."
Zhukov's lips moved, but he said nothing. He turned around and left without looking back... Everyone present, including Khrushchev, was shocked by Zhukov's tough move.
Everyone knew that Zhukov was finished.
However, no one gloated about the misfortune.
Looking at Zhukov's retreating figure, Khrushchev suddenly felt that he hated the general named Pavlov. Compared with Zhukov, that man was not worthy of being called a soldier at all.
"Don't tell anyone what happened today!" After a long while, Khrushchev said in a deep voice to several of his close associates behind him: "I will report it to Comrade Stalin personally."
"Yes..." Several of Khrushchev's close advisors and the political commissar were stunned, and then agreed.
What happened today was completely beyond their expectations. Zhukov's toughness still touched everyone's heart. For the first time, these people seemed to have seen what a real military strategist should be like.
It would be appropriate for Khrushchev to report such a matter. After all, Khrushchev was considered a popular figure around Stalin and knew how to best report.
