I slept all day in a single room specially arranged by the hospital. I slept soundly, and since I left Moscow, I had followed Rokossovsky around like a fire brigade to fight fires, and then to the Panfilov Division, until I took over the post of commander of the 8th Guards Division, and I had not slept a single night for a long time. And with a deep understanding of the sturdiness of the buildings of the Moscow hospitals, I was not at all worried about any further dangers.

When I woke up, I tried to move my body, and although I still felt a sore back, I felt like I could get out of bed and walk around. I sat on the bed, grabbed the gown on the bedside table, and tried to dress myself. The wound on my shoulder had mostly healed, and I was able to use my left hand a little harder, so I quickly put on my clothes.

After I got out of bed and stood firmly, I tried to move my left hand, and I felt that the arm was bent and it was fine, but if it was fully straightened, it would hurt very much, so I bent my left hand and put it close to my waist. After walking slowly back and forth in the house a few times, I felt that I could walk normally, so I opened the door and walked out of the room slowly.

As soon as I walked out of the door, I saw the nurse who was taking care of me, she was carrying a tray of medicines, coming out of a ward opposite, and I quickly stopped her: "Comrade nurse! ”

She turned around and saw that it was me, smiled on her face, and said, "Comrade commander, are you up?" I was going to help you change your dressing later, why did you come out? ”

Instead of answering her question, I asked rhetorically: "Comrade nurse, do you know in which ward the senior engineer Floning, who was injured in the air raid yesterday, is in?" ”

She casually pushed open the door of the ward behind her, pointed inside, and said, "Right in this ward, his injuries have stabilized, you can go in and visit him." ”

I'm not welcome, nodding, and walked past her into the room. Old man Fronin was lying on a hospital bed with a bandage on his head. I gently walked over to his bedside, pulled over a chair and sat down, silently looking at the old man lying on the bed.

To be honest, when I heard the news of the death of those passengers yesterday, I was very sad, but I was also very relieved. You must know that there are so many people from the future, and if anyone talks too much and tells the people in the Ministry of Internal Affairs about the future historical process, maybe the next day's Pravda will publish a headline such as "The biggest cabal in the party has been uncovered." As soon as the Khrushchev, whom I have not yet met, is inexplicably eliminated, the future of history will be completely messed up. It seems that history still has its own laws of development, which no one can change, and once there is a major deviation, it will activate a powerful error correction system on its own, so that history can return to the original track of development. These eight or nine hundred passengers who crossed would have had a huge impact on this era, but a German air raid made them all disappear without a trace. I didn't expect that the mystery of the disappearance of a subway passenger who had plagued Russians for decades would make me discover the mystery by chance, but I can only bury this mystery deep in my own heart, and I can't tell anyone else. Besides, even if I tell others, they won't believe me, and they may think I'm a madman. The most pitiful thing is the relatives of these passengers in the future, who have been looking forward to their return for decades, but they never imagined that they would never return.

I sat in front of the bed for a long time, but I didn't see the old man wake up, but waited for the attending doctor to come. The doctor, who was wearing a white lab coat and a stethoscope around his neck, nodded to me as he walked through the door, and then went straight to the bedside to check the old man's physical condition. He just listened to the old man's heartbeat and was about to leave, but I stopped him. "Comrade Doctor, please wait a moment."

He stopped and asked with some confusion, "Is there anything wrong with you?" Comrade Commander! ”

"How is Old Man Floen's condition?"

The doctor replied easily: "It's no big deal, the fractured part of his hand and foot has been reduced, and he can walk normally after a month of recuperation." He was awake for a while last night, and I talked to him, but ......" At this point, the doctor was a little slurred.

"But what?" I asked curiously, if you want to know that the old man is from the future, there should be no one else in the hospital who knows about the Tao except me and Bezikov. When I heard the doctor stop talking, I thought he had discovered some truth, and I couldn't help but be a little worried. To know the Dao, in this country, if you know the secrets of the Dao yourself, you are in danger of losing your life, so I want to ask the truth.

"His head was concussed during the air strike, which caused partial memory loss......"

"Memory loss?!" When I heard this, I suddenly remembered the word "amnesia", but in a hurry I couldn't remember how to say it in Russian, so I could only continue to ask: "What is this?" ”

"Amnesia!" When I heard the doctor say the Russian pronunciation of the word, I couldn't help but worry about what was the point of staying if all his important memories were lost. So he asked curiously: "Do you know what kind of memory he has lost?" ”

He didn't even know what his name was or where he lived. Just a hard muttering about AK47 and a strange name......"

"What's the name?"

The doctor frowned and thought for a long time before he said hesitantly: "It seems to be called Mikhail or something, he said vaguely, and I didn't hear it too clearly." ”

"Oh, I see." Hearing him say this, the stone in my heart fell to the ground, and although the old man had lost some of his memories, he still remembered the military techniques he had mastered in his mind. In this way, we will not only be able to provide advanced technology to military enterprises, but will not leak everything out of the future and affect the development of history.

I sat in front of the old man's bed for a while, and when he saw that he still showed no signs of waking up, I sighed, slowly stood up, and walked out slowly. Walking to the door, I looked back at him again before closing the door.

I didn't want to go back to my room so early, so I walked down the long hallway. After walking a short distance, I heard a rush of footsteps from behind, and I was afraid that the people coming from behind would bump into me, so I hurriedly leaned my body against the wall on the right, wanting to wait for the people behind to walk past before leaving.

It was an officer who walked by, and as he passed me, he was looking sideways at me. He walked five or six steps past me, suddenly shouted, and suddenly fell backwards, stepped back to my side, turned around, and asked excitedly: "Comrade Lieutenant Colonel Oshanina, is that you?" ”

"Yes, it's me." I looked at the officer in front of me in amazement, looked up and down, and wondered in my heart, who is this? How will you know me?

"You don't know me anymore?" The officer took off his hat abruptly, and with a joy on his face that could not be concealed, he said repeatedly: "Look carefully, look carefully, you will definitely recognize me." ”

In the dim light, I looked the officer up and down again, and this time I did think he was a little familiar except for the rank of major on his collar badge, but I really couldn't remember who he was.

Looking at me shaking his head vigorously, the other party said with some disappointment: "Comrade Lieutenant Colonel, have you really forgotten me?" I'm Resdaev, the commander of the third company of the separate battalion! ”

The commander of the third company of the independent battalion, as soon as he mentioned the number of this unit that I had temporarily formed to contain the stragglers when I returned from reconnaissance behind enemy lines, my memory immediately revived and I immediately remembered who he was. At that time, before attacking the station, I asked him to lead the third company, escort the prisoners and baggage to the 316th Division, and never saw him again, but I didn't expect to meet him here. I happily patted him on the shoulder and said, "Oh, I remember, it's you!" Then he teased him: "It seems that you have mixed well, and you have become a major." ”

Rysdayev touched the back of his head and laughed a little embarrassedly, and said: "I can hold this position, or you are stained with your light, otherwise, I may still be just an ordinary sergeant or sergeant." ”

Dip my light? This confuses me a little again, I am only a lieutenant colonel, and it seems that I do not have the right to promote him to major. Fortunately, his timely explanation made me understand what was going on. It turned out that after he escorted the prisoners and baggage to the defensive position of the 316th Division, the division commander Panfilov accepted the baggage and ordered him to escort the prisoners back to Moscow. In the prisoner camp, Yu Lu met with a general from the garrison headquarters who came to inspect the work, and the general felt that he was quite capable, so he directly transferred him to the headquarters.

If I hadn't sent him with troops to escort the prisoners and baggage, but had asked him to attack the station with me, I guess he would have died like Ferstov and Pavlov by now. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but sigh and say, "Alas! It's a pity that you are the only member of the squad that went with me to reconnoiter behind enemy lines. ”

After listening to my words, he was a little puzzled and said, "No! Aren't Lukin and Sapochuk also alive? ”

"What?" The surprise he brought me was so great that I couldn't believe it was true, grabbed his arm and asked loudly, "What did you just say?" The commander of the first company, Lukin, and the commander of the second company, Sapochuk, are also alive??? ”

"Yes," he said in the affirmative, "they are now in the military hospital in Yuzhnaya, and I visited them only yesterday." Among them, Lukin's injuries are relatively mild and he can already get out of bed and move around; And Sapochuk's waist injury has not healed, and he can only lie in bed and curse every day. ”

Lukin, Sapochuk, I silently recited these two familiar names, my heart was full of mixed feelings, my nose was sour, and tears of anger came out of my eyes and slid down my cheeks.