"The train is about to leave. Don't embarrass the soldiers over there. Let them put me on the train to Siberia." Zhukov shook his head and said goodbye to the cronies sent by Khrushchev.
"By the way, I haven't asked you what your name is yet?" Zhukov, who had already turned around, turned his head again and looked at the man and asked.
"Vasiliev, my name is Boris Lvovich Vasiliev" the man replied as he left.
"Well, good-bye, Comrade Vasilyev." Zhukov nodded and said goodbye seriously.
Most of the people whose names Zhukov remembered were big shots. In a sense, Vasilyev was lucky.
Not far behind the two men, several soldiers who finally waited for them to separate slowly walked in this direction. The leading soldier waved to Vasilyev and said loudly: "Comrade, can we
Have you taken away the prisoner? The truck is about to leave!"
Truck, this is the train that transported Zhukov to Siberia.
Ironically, the last time Zhukov went to the Far East to clean up the Japanese troops, he took a plane there. In just a few years, he didn't even have the chance to be on an ordinary train, and could only be transported to Siberia like cargo.
If he goes there, he may die in the far east like most political prisoners.
Dying in the place where he became famous is a good ending, Zhukov thought.
"You have suffered..." Vasilyev took off his hat and paid tribute to Zhukov.
"Wait...wait!..." At this moment, there was a sudden commotion from the direction of the train station entrance.
After only a minute or two, Vasilyev saw several familiar senior members of the Kremlin rushing over with more than 20 soldiers.
It seems that this should be a guard platoon guarding the Kremlin. To be able to dispatch such a key force, it must be for something important.
Important things...wait!
When he thought of this, the thoughts hidden in his heart suddenly emerged. The increasingly strong sense of uncertainty made Vasilyev feel that his throat was a little dry.
Ever since he learned that Khrushchev was planning to defeat Zhukov, he had this feeling. Perhaps, in addition to them, there must be a few sensible people in the entire Soviet Union who would sooner or later help Zhukov, the new student.
The famous general of the era.
However, he had never mentioned all this to anyone. Instead, he kept it carefully in his heart and came to see Zhukov in person, observing and waiting for changes in the situation from the nearest distance.
Until a committee member whom Vasilyev knew and who was always relatively upright walked up to them and said: "Comrade Zhukov, the great leader Comrade Stalin exempted you from punishment and asked you to report back to the General Staff Headquarters."
Comrade! The other party called Zhukov a comrade! This name, coupled with the following paragraph, it seems that Zhukov's fate will not be as bad as that name. Vasilyev was somewhat happy for Zhukov.
"Congratulations, you don't have to follow this train to that damn place." The committee member glanced at the old and ugly truck next to him, turned back and smiled at Zhukov.
"Come to the Kremlin with us, Comrade Zhukov." The committee member extended his right hand to Zhukov and invited him with a sincere expression.
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"Come back to the Kremlin with us, General Pavlov." A special commissioner waved his right hand to Pavlov and said with an indifferent expression.
It's time for reckoning! Pavlov himself knew it.
The battle was fought in a haphazard manner, and the most elite troops under his command were inexplicably surrounded by the Germans.
Hundreds of thousands, that’s a whole few hundred thousand!
The army of hundreds of thousands, which is said to be the most elite in the Soviet Union, with the strongest combat effectiveness, the best weapons and equipment, and the highest level of mechanization, was actually surrounded by the German army so easily.
This means that hundreds of thousands of pigs are scattered. If the Germans want to pen them all, they will have to capture them for several days and nights.
He is full of bad news now!
In the Minsk area, the 44th Infantry Corps retreated south of the Mogilev Highway. The designated defense line was the Stakhov-Zhervin line in the Slutsk area, but it is estimated that this defense line has been abandoned.
According to aerial reconnaissance, the 210th Infantry Division fought in the Chishece area yesterday and was defeated by the Germans in one charge.
In the Bobruisk area, the German army built a bridge at 4 o'clock this morning and passed a large number of tanks.
This is only preliminary data calculated by the Soviet army itself.
What's more, Pavlov even had to check the situation from public broadcasts in Germany.
German broadcast propaganda stated that it had surrounded several Soviet armies east of Bialystok.
As a result, Pavlov came down to verify and found that this was indeed the case. When his troops were fighting on the Shara River, they failed to compete with the German troops occupying the east bank of the Shara River for the ferry.
This resulted in the Soviet 3rd Army having to start retreating along both sides of the Shara River.
At the same time, the 21st Infantry Corps under his command also suffered a sudden attack in the Liden area. Pavlov's frontline headquarters had been maintaining radio contact with this corps, but the contact has been interrupted since yesterday.
In the final contact, the army reported that they were breaking out in the designated direction, but Pavlov could not find them in the designated direction.
In order to contact the infantry army at this critical location, Pavlov had exhausted all means.
Unfortunately, his reconnaissance plane could not be dispatched to search for them because they were hiding in the forest in order not to be discovered and destroyed by German fighter planes.
Pavlov finally sent several groups with radios, with the task of finding Kulik and our troops. However, these contact groups have not yet sent any reply.
In the midst of the chaos, Pavlov had used all the troops at his disposal. He even sent military cadets to the Poruruisk and Blisov areas.
But this seems to have little effect. Not to mention the students, even the elite troops of the Western Front have been defeated and cannot resist the German army.
Now, Pavlov stays here and has nothing else to do except worry.
However, he can't even be anxious now.
"General Pavlov, don't delay, don't pack your things, fly directly to Moscow with us in ten minutes." The leader of the special committee said coldly without any warmth.
The other party did not call him "Comrade General Pavlov", which already made Pavlov, who had a keen sense of smell, feel a hint of danger. Coupled with his cold attitude, this trip to Moscow was not as good as
