October has arrived quietly, what does it mean and what will it bring?
Natasha didn't dare to think too much. For the time being, she just wanted to protect Speroskina's secret and spend the rest of her time studying.
She vaguely remembered General Berekov's words that the so-called war would end with the victory of the world's Allied forces in 1945.
In 1945, the war will continue for three more years?
All the boys in the class hope to join the army and perform meritorious service. Aren't they all going to go to war next year?
Natasha, she is truly an elite who has climbed out of the dead.
The price to pay to become an elite warrior is too high. Not only do you have to face the possibility of instant death, but you also have to watch your close comrades being blown to ashes by enemy fire while they are safe.
She did not tell Gil these things, and it would be better for him to know nothing about them before he joined the army.
Let’s keep the boy’s dream of meritorious service. Maybe he can also become a hero of the Soviet Union?
Natasha thought of another thing. Maybe after Gil joined the army, the army officers would not be so stupid as to treat a highly knowledgeable soldier as a front-line warrior.
Although the life of every soldier is precious, the army is a whole that is condensed by discipline, honor, consciousness and other wills.
It is also like a person, there are important places and secondary places.
Like front-line combat infantry, they are the most necessary force of the army and the force that loses the most in every battle.
As for the rear artillery, due to the special nature of the profession, any commander must place the artillery position outside the core battlefield. Once the artillery position is threatened, the commander will retreat or transfer it.
There is no doubt that they are a group of smart people. Of course, the price of smart people is probably that they will suffer from deafness or tinnitus after the war is won.
In Natasha's opinion, there is another kind of smart person in the army.
Gil is already very proficient in Morse code. Wouldn't he be the most suitable as a communications soldier for the headquarters? In addition, he is a rare tenth grade graduate of a high school. With such an intellectual talent, which officer would not treat him as a treasure?
The more she thought about it, the more Natasha believed that after joining the army, Gil would become the core of the communications department of a certain regiment or division.
To be honest, Natasha likes this Gil very much. They are friends with each other. Perhaps being a signal soldier is the most suitable destination for him. Only in this way, his life will not suddenly be sacrificed for the country like a front-line soldier.
At least, the boys in the class will not join the army quickly. Even if they join the army, they will have to train for at least one to two months.
Life can still go on in peace for the time being. The current peace in Perm is indeed the temporary peace that the frontline soldiers have exchanged for the never-ending war.
Beneath the calm there is an undercurrent!
Natasha is like a little tiger in captivity. She is a ferocious fighting force, but now she is forced to take a "leave".
What she didn't know was that in the suburbs further away from Perm, the boot camp there was even more popular.
No ordinary person would risk being regarded as a German spy and go there to watch, and the recruits receiving training there were a large group of hungry wolves in a circle.
They are a very mysterious force. This force will be put into the battlefield. As for the time, it is as mysterious as the location of the boot camp.
What does this have to do with Natasha? Maybe there will be some opportunity.
After a long conversation with Jill, the time was also colder in October.
October 1st has just arrived, and the snowflakes falling from the sky have brought an even colder climate, and a thin layer of ice has already formed on the road early in the morning.
The sky was still hazy and the snow kept falling, so on October 2nd, nearly five centimeters of snow had accumulated on the streets of Perm.
Winter is really coming!
"Hey, Natasha, maybe you shouldn't buy that bicycle." In the morning, Lyudmila changed into cotton clothes and put on a scarf, she muttered kindly.
"She's right." Anna agreed: "Even if you have money, you should use it at the right time. Look, there is snow outside, and it is better for you to buy a sled than a bicycle."
Natasha stuck out her tongue, she didn't feel like she was at a disadvantage.
"It doesn't matter, the snow will stop! It will also melt."
"Then just wait." Anna shook her head dismissively, "It's colder in Perm than your hometown in Moscow. It won't be until April next year, so I'm afraid you won't be able to use your bicycle."
"It doesn't matter, let's walk."
The world turned white, and Natasha's mood became different. She was quite excited today, as if something good had happened?
Maybe this is a woman's intuition, or it may have been arranged by someone, just like her transformation from an orphan to a hero of the Soviet Union. All of this was accompanied by 100% luck and was arranged.
Before class in the afternoon, the school principal personally came to the noisy Class 6 of Grade 10, and the noise was instantly silenced.
Natasha was called out by the principal in full view of her classmates.
"Could it be that her buying two bicycles at once alarmed the principal?"
Countless people have speculated.
Natasha was also very curious, but she had no fear of the principal himself. Because she knew that as a major, they had to fear her.
Natasha said nothing and followed the principal very obediently until she reached the principal's office.
"This is it, ha... no, Comrade Speroskina."
"Huh? Comrade Principal, don't I have to be Kharkova in school?"
"No need for the moment, my dear, I called you here today to tell you a happy event."
"ah?"
"General Berekov, he..."
The principal just spoke, and when he mentioned "Berekov" once, it was like a piece of cream cake placed in front of a child, and his whole body boiled with excitement!
"Ah! It's General Berekov, him! What's wrong with him?" Natasha asked excitedly.
"Yes, it's him. He's looking for you."
"Ah! Where is he?" The excited Natasha was already holding her hands on the principal's desk.
"Haha, don't be anxious about this. General Berekov is in Moscow and he is asking about your whereabouts."
"He asked me personally?!"
"Of course. It was the comrades from the Lenin Komsomol branch in Moscow who reported to him your current situation, and then the news was conveyed to me step by step."
Natasha's excitement was written on her face, and the principal could guess that this girl had a close relationship with General Berekov.
The principal knocked on the table: "Comrade Speroskina, General Berekov has something to tell us."
"yes."
"Tomorrow at noon, you go to the office of Dokturov, the first secretary of the Lenin Komsomol League in Perm, and you will wait there. The general will speak to you personally."
"Yes! I will be waiting on time."
The principal nodded: "Okay, you can go back. Remember not to be late."
"Yes!" Natasha suppressed the ecstasy in her heart, her face was trembling, and finally left the office with a military salute.
Natasha, who left the battlefield, enjoyed the entire peaceful September. As the stable days passed, the hard life in the battlefield seemed to take place in another time and space.
Today, hearing Belekov's name, her heart returned to war-torn Belarus.
She wanted to talk to the lost general all the time, especially to report to him about her peaceful and happy life.
Since she left the principal's office, she was as happy as a bright flower. Sleeping peacefully? No! She tossed and turned all night.
Natasha almost stayed up all night, and even with the new day, her excitement continued.
"Did Jill propose to you?" Anna teased early in the morning, "That's why you keep turning over at night. Hey, this is a simple girl."
Natasha didn't have any rebuttal, she just smiled and said, "She is my most important person."
"Is it your brother?"
"No, it's not him."
Anna shrugged: "Did your family send you a letter? Or something else? I don't care if you ran out of the principal's office happily, it must be something good."
"Of course." Natasha said happily, "It's good news about my uncle. It's really great."
In the eyes of many students, although Natasha has a lot of money, she is still a poor child whose family died in the war.
Because of this experience, Lilia had a strong spiritual resonance with her.
Now it seems that she has indeed completely emerged from the shadows. She is not in absolute pain, at least she still has her uncle.
Natasha was looking forward to the promised phone call extremely much. Even though she was severely sleep deprived, she didn't feel tired at all in her excited state.
So, what about Yang Mingzhi today?
According to Stalin's predictions, a combat plan for a strategic counteroffensive in the north must be formulated in early October.
According to the plan, Zhukov, who was commanding in Stalingrad, would fly back to Moscow on October 5 at the latest.
There was not much time left for this "firefighter". After planning the battle plan, Zhukov had to fly back quickly and continue to sit in place to prevent Vasilevsky from being alone.
It would be a secret strategic planning meeting with only a few attendees, and it would be a personal honor to be a part of it.
Yang Mingzhi knew that the upcoming secret meeting was planning "Operation Mars". Even if it was not codenamed in this time and space, its strategic purpose was similar.
Yang Mingzhi estimated that he was not the protagonist, so although he had made some preparations, he estimated that Zhukov would still have the final say by then.
Before that, I still have two days to spare.
With the mentality of giving it a try, Yang Mingzhi found out easily from the Lenin Youth League branch in Moscow that Natasha had gone to school in Perm since leaving Tula in early September.
If it hadn't been for the war, Natasha would have graduated in the summer of 1942, and maybe she would have been a college student by now.
Yang Mingzhi was very pleased, but also a little regretful.
"Perm, why didn't anyone tell me where you were when the military train stopped there? It would be great to know your location."
The agreed date was October 3, and Yang Mingzhi, who had eaten half a piece of bread, was waiting in the office building of the Moscow branch of the Lenin Communist Youth League before noon.
When the appointment was made, it was exactly 12:30 Moscow time, and Yang Mingzhi, who was a punctual soldier, made the call.
Even after an air raid in early September, Moscow's phone system suffered a serious failure, and the authorities quickly restored the phone system.
This is very necessary! Because compared to radio communications, the Soviet Union, which has long been disadvantaged in this regard, pays more attention to wired communications.
Since they are equivalent organizations of the same organization, the Moscow branch and the Perm branch of the Lenin Komsomol, the two cities are "Soviet-style giant cities" and can communicate with each other around the clock and at any time.
Now from Natasha's perspective, as time passed, she stared at the rotary phone with wide eyes. It didn't ring for a long time, and every second was like suffering.
Finally, the hard wait is over.
The phone rang, and Natasha grabbed the phone like a hungry child without caring about her image.
She didn't even consider whether the other party was General Berekov, and shouted her greeting excitedly.
Without any embarrassment, Yang Mingzhi held up the phone and what he heard was indeed Natasha's voice.
"Hey! Natasha, don't get excited, calm down and speak slowly if you have anything to say."
After speaking slowly, Natasha almost collapsed when she heard the respected General Berekov's voice.
She regarded the general as her reborn parent, and she was so excited that she burst into tears.
If the two people stood face to face, Natasha would cry and throw herself at her father like a daughter.
Yang Mingzhi didn't speak for a while. After Natasha vented her emotions, the two started a formal conversation.
It was not so much a conversation between the two of them as it was Natasha eagerly telling her experience in Perm.
Yang Mingzhi listened carefully and said a few phrases in response to the girl's happy mood.
"It seems that you have lived a happy life in Perm."
"Yes, sir! There is also a shooting club here, and I am a shooting instructor again?"
"Oh? It's so gratifying. Even if you continue to go to school, you still don't forget that you are a soldier."
This was a powerful compliment. Natasha straightened her body and said resolutely: "The boys in the school are eager to join the army, especially the shooting club. Sir, I will train them well, just like we did in the swamp."
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"Well done, honey."
"Sir, how are you doing in Moscow? I heard that at the beginning of the month... the enemy attacked the city." Natasha asked urgently.
"This? My dear, you don't have to worry. I'm in Moscow now for business. Your sister Besika and I have been working in Novosibirsk. You don't have to worry. My life is very comfortable now."
"Ah, this puts me at ease. Say hello to my sister for me."
The two of them chatted about daily life, and Natasha was very talkative after her mood stabilized.
And what about Yang Mingzhi? Natasha's voice is naturally soft, and the Russian she speaks in the Minsk dialect only makes her cute and interesting.
Yang Mingzhi was willing to listen, and they exchanged information about their lives in September.
Of course, Yang Mingzhi retained many topics. For example, he successfully developed new weapons and why he appeared in Moscow alone.
Those were military secrets, and Yang Mingzhi knew even more clearly that it would be strange if his phone calls were not monitored by the Ministry of Internal Affairs.
This is an open secret. Beria is not a fool. Belekov will participate in the secret meeting, but the participants will inevitably be monitored. No matter how harsh the surveillance is in extraordinary times, it is necessary to block the possibility of any intelligence leakage.
Although they were talking about family matters, in Yang Mingzhi's opinion, this Natasha was basically his relative.
Even if they are not relatives, they are very close friends and are very good friends. Especially in the army, she is a proud general who was discovered and trained by herself.
The two of them talked on the phone for an hour and a half, with Natasha talking so much that even Doctorov couldn't stand it anymore.
"Ah! Sir, they asked me to end the call. Sir, I am so reluctant to leave."
Yang Mingzhi could understand the girl's current calmness, and calmly comforted her: "My dear, the phone call will always end. You don't have to worry about anything. When I finish my work in Moscow, I will go to Perm to see you."
"Really." Natasha, who was a little depressed, became excited again: "Really? When will you come?"
"It may be within a few days, or it may be half a month later. Don't worry, we will definitely meet this month. I will also buy you some gifts then."
"Ah? That's great."
"Tell me, what gift do you want?"
"No, no, I'll be happy as long as I can see you."
"Okay, I understand, don't get too excited when the time comes. Honey, shall we finish?"
"OK, all right."
The phone call finally ended, and Natasha was still immersed in the afterglow of happiness.
"Comrade Speroskina, are you satisfied now?" Doctorov asked.
"Yes. I'm sorry, I think I was on the phone for almost two hours. I've never been on the phone for as long as I did today."
"Well, today's events are very special, I can understand that. It sounds like General Berekov is coming?"
"Of course, he will come."
Dokturov nodded: "Then I am also a lucky person. The legendary General Berekov, it is said that he is a Tatar or a Buryat."
"He is Chinese!" Natasha corrected.
"Ah? This... is the information wrong? Well, I really hope to meet him, preferably in a photo studio. A thirty-year-old general, from battalion commander to general, maybe I can learn from him