My Third Empire

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In the dark room, Khrushchev was in a very bad mood. He hated this kind of betrayal of his compatriots, but there was no way to do such abhorrent transactions one by one.

This feeling that runs counter to belief and ideals is very bad. He swears that this is the last time that he has compromised national interests in exchange for his own living space. Just when he thought that these problems could not pick up his mood, his door was knocked.

"Who?" Khrushchev asked softly with his eyes closed.

"Excuse me, Comrade Khrushchev, this is Voroshilov." The person outside the door replied softly.

Khrushchev stood up, walked over with his hands and opened the door: "Comrade Marshal Voroshilov, you are welcome to be a guest, please come in. Have a glass of vodka? My wine here is not bad."

"I came here to discuss one thing with you." Voroshilov pressed a report on Khrushchev's desk: "To be honest, as a marshal of the Soviet Union, I have actually fallen behind, modern The war has exhausted me, Comrade Khrushchev. My supplies of modern warfare are not very proficient, and front-line tactics are not well understood. "

It seems that the Soviet marshal had something to say this time, Khrushchev thought to himself, but he didn't say much. He filled the glass in his hand with vodka and handed it to himself to say Voroshilov.

"Thank you." Voroshilov took the glass and took a sip: "I can see that you are different from Yezhov, so I had to ask you about this matter. I am old. Gone are the times. Now, no matter what we do, we often have to consider many things. Frankly speaking, I am not good at these. "

After taking another sip of wine, he sighed and continued: "To be honest, I did a lot of things that I knew were wrong, but I think the people will forgive me in the end, because I just want to live."

"You are too modest, Comrade Marshal Voroshilov, Comrade Stalin and I understand that you are a highly respected veteran and a jewel of our Soviet people." Khrushchev also took a sip of vodka and then persuaded A sentence.

"This report was handed over to me by Comrade Georgy Constantinovich Zhukov, the commander of this operation. You can take a look at it. I saw the shadow of one of my old acquaintances. "Voroshilov pushed the documents in his hands to Khrushchev, and then continued:" We all know that the matter of Marshal Tukhachevsky is the loss of our Soviet Union-I did not want Turning over the old account means that the loss is the loss, but now we have found a candidate that can be replaced in the future. I would like to ask you to help and keep this hope in our army. "

"What do you mean? Want me to come forward to keep this general?" Khrushchev looked at Voroshilov in confusion, then picked up the file and looked at it carefully. This document is not long, but it is a detailed record of the battles that took place not long ago. In the document, he highly praised the brave Ukrainian troops and explained the advantages of the concentrated use of armor in the combat process.

"We are very short of real military talents now, you should be aware of it. If you can guarantee that the army will not rebel, then just maintain the current status of the political commissars, but if we want to win the future war, we should at least Leave yourself some people who can really fight. "Voroshilov said:" He is one of the few people I have seen on the front line for so long. "

Khrushchev nodded and closed the document. Then I took a look at Voroshilov: "I also think that we have done too much to betray our motherland in order to gain power. At least this time, I can do something for my motherland. I am very pleased."

Gratified? This may not be the case. Khrushchev thought at this moment how to put this useful talent Georgi? Konstantinovic? Zhukov into his own: If you keep this general named Zhukov, then you will be in the future There must be a say in the military, right?

"Is this person willing to make his own contribution to the motherland?" Khrushchev asked for such a sentence as if chatting.

"In fact, this person's origin is very clean, his father is a shoemaker, and his mother works on the farm. The ingredients are very good." Voroshilov said, after all, he is an old marshal who can survive the big cleansing. What the person wants, he is very clear: "This person never pulls a gang to form a group, and is also a young man who knows the good news."

This is more artistic. Never ganging up shows that there are no interest groups. Having a low background means that there is no backer. The sentence of gratitude is a adjective that happens to make Khrushchev move.

"Since it is a personal talent, then I think that the great motherland will not bury such useful people." Khrushchev thought for a while and said: "I will write a report to Comrade Stalin and give certain affirmation to this battle. , This commander, I think the motherland will also give the most fair disposal. You can rest assured. "

Voroshilov breathed out, and it seemed that Zhukov was saved. With Khrushchev as a Stalin confidant, naturally this young general would not have to go to the Siberian concentration camp to serve his sentence, but after all, he was on the river beach In the battle, the Soviet army suffered a loss, and it must be shelved for a few years.

"I would recommend him to the Far East, where Japan has not been very peaceful recently, but compared to the strong German army, the Japanese army is still better to deal with." Khrushchev smiled and said: "He only needs to prove himself I ’ve arranged for him! The commander of the 1st Army of the Mongolian Front Army has just been tried by the people. I think they will need a wise commander. "

This is the rise and fall, Voroshilov looked at Khrushchev again at this moment, this person is even smarter than expected, and once decided to do it, he did things at once.

Voroshilov nodded and agreed: "I think he will be grateful for your cultivation. Tomorrow morning, I will let him come to you. He must have a lot of thoughts to talk to Comrade Khrushchev. . "

"People like us who are engaged in political work can only help people solve problems through their mouths." Khrushchev smiled and agreed to the meeting: "He is willing to come to me to talk about ideas, which shows that my It ’s okay to do the job, it ’s a certainty, I ’m very happy. ”

It turns out that even in the most inefficient era, gold will shine. After expressing his gratitude and loyalty to Khrushchev, Zhukov turned into a group army commander, and all the troops he commanded were sent directly to the German occupation of Poland as prisoners to supplement the Polish prisoners. There are not enough people.

But history seems to have made a big joke with our head of state, Akado, and Akado learned about this after a month. He regrets a chance to kill Zhukov in advance. Too.

At the same moment, the station of the German SS's 3rd Armored Division, a stale former Polish army barracks. Rennes was lying on his bed looking at his thick Russian textbook. The battle a few days ago brought about the tranquility of today. The officers were allowed to go to nearby towns in batches for weekends. For the Germans on the Eastern Front who had always been on the first level of alert, they could simply use the word happiness.

"Hey! Rennes!" Marcus leaned on the door and shouted to his friend on the bed: "You are so powerful, you destroyed a tank more than me yesterday. And you also captured a kv-1 Tank, that is the secret weapon of the Soviet Union. "

"That tank failed by itself, and it has nothing to do with me." Ren closed the book and sat up to answer: "Aren't you going to apply for a holiday? What happened in the camp?"

"The bad news is that the holiday was not approved." Marcus said with a smile.

"Look at your face to know that there is at least one medal." Ren sighed helplessly.

"Yes! There is indeed a medal!" Marcus said with a laugh: "The above said that your record was regarded as a model and reported to the headquarters of the National Defense Forces. Our head boss Reinhardt? Admiral Derich also seemed to be pleased that we made him face. So Zhang Luo from both sides reported the record of the two of us to the head of state. "

"The decision above gives us a long holiday, and we can take the special train to take our baby tank to return to Germany to participate in the victory parade in November." Marcus said with an air of excitement.

"Berlin?" Renn froze.

"Yes! Berlin!" Marcus laughed.

"Can we go back together?" Bruce, the loader on the side, asked excitedly.

"Of course! The commendation is the entire car group! Everyone will go back! And there will be many photographers, I heard that we may even make headlines!" Marcus said with pride.

"Haha! Newspaper! Headline!" Obviously the news made every soldier happy.

"You don't know what this means! We have a bonus! A big bonus! A long holiday! A lot of unrestrained Berlin girls! Champagne! Flowers!" Marcus described exaggeratedly on the side.

Artillery Andrea knew that what he said would happen because they are heroes, a hero who is touted in every way. But he is also very happy, no one will refuse money woman, at least he will not.

"There is real chocolate!" Renn stood up. "I can buy more, at least for a while."

"Long live the holiday!" Marcus shouted with a smile.

"Long live the holiday! Berlin! We're here." Ryan laughed out loud.