Two days later, on January 19, I, accompanied by Sheikin, a member of the Suppression Committee, and two fighters, went to the railway station in Gonchamoniskaya, where I was going to take a train to the Far East to the city of Tyumen.

I was extremely dissatisfied with this disposition, and I originally thought that Krochkov and the others would open up to me when they saw Zoya's tragic situation. After tossing and turning for a long time, I was finally dismissed from the army, removed from all positions, and sent to the small Siberian city of Tyumen to guard Lenin's mausoleum.

Arrived at the train station and got off the train. Dressed in a military overcoat without any rank and carrying a satchel, I followed behind Segin with a gloomy expression and walked weakly to the platform, followed by two soldiers with luggage, who were to accompany me to Tyumen.

Unlike in Russia, you don't have to go through any ticket gates to get straight to the platform. However, you will not be able to board the train until the conductor guarding outside the carriage has checked the ticket.

Since the Germans had been driven away from Moscow by our troops, the mass evacuation wave came to an end, and the originally crowded railway station returned to its former calm. At the moment, there were few people on the platform, and it seemed a little deserted.

"Chief of Staff Oshanina." I was staring at the railroad tracks in a daze when I suddenly heard someone shouting at me not far away, and I couldn't help but turn my head to see what was going on.

Twenty meters away from us, there were seven or eight soldiers, two of whom were clearly Asian-faced, and one of them was waving desperately at me. I looked at it, and it was actually Mr. Lin and his translator Shi Zhe, and it was Shi Zhe who called me just now.

"It turned out to be Deputy Commander Lin." I muttered to myself, raising my leg to walk towards them, but was blocked by an accompanying warrior.

I glared at the warrior dissatisfied, knowing that they had been ordered to escort me to Siberia, and that was why they restricted my movements. I didn't want to meet him in general, so I turned my eyes to Xie Jin, who was in charge, and said coldly: "Comrade Xie Jin, the two Chinese comrades on the other side are also from our 20th Group Army, and one of them is the deputy commander of the Group Army. I want to go over and catch up with them, don't you object? ”

Xie Jin looked at Mr. Lin and them, and then nodded slightly at the soldiers. The soldier who stood in the way immediately understood, turned to the side, and made way for me.

I walked quickly to Mr. Lin's side, saluted him, then shook his outstretched hand vigorously, and asked strangely, "Deputy Commander Lin, where are you going?" ”

"Back to China!" The translator, Mr. Zhetilin, answered my questions.

Back to China?! Only then did I find out that in addition to the few Soviet soldiers who accompanied them, although Mr. Lin and the others were also wearing military coats, they were also the same as me, without any rank marks on them. Seeing this scene, I couldn't help but be secretly surprised, and said in my heart, could it be that my own affairs also implicated them? So I asked curiously: "Comrade Deputy Commander Lin, why did you suddenly think of going back to China?" ”

Mr. Lin couldn't understand my Russian, so he turned his head to look at Shi Zhe behind him. Shi Zhe glanced at the Soviet soldiers who were accompanying him, and then translated my words to Mr. Lin in a low voice.

"We are ordered to return home!" After listening to the translation, Mr. Lin replied lightly in his deep voice.

"Did you leave, with the consent of Comrade Stalin?" I asked curiously, do you know that Stalin had promised the relevant parties to exchange the equipment of several divisions in exchange for Lin Zong's stay, and Lin Zong wanted to return to China, would Stalin easily let him go? I also deliberately asked the question in my heart: "If you leave, will the equipment of several divisions promised by Comrade Stalin still be fulfilled?" ”

"Humph!" Shi Zhe didn't translate my words to Mr. Lin, but snorted coldly, and then said angrily: "What equipment do you have?" Our army made great efforts to break through the defense of the Japanese and open up the line of communication with the Soviet Union, but only exchanged for a few hundred Marxist-Leninist works. ……”

"Shut up, don't talk nonsense!" Although Shi Zhe did not translate, Mr. Lin still guessed what I just said, he decisively interrupted Shi Zhe's words, looked at the Soviet soldiers standing not far away, patted me on the shoulder, and whispered: "Comrade Lida, the future is difficult, take care!" ”

I didn't need Shi Zhe's translation, so I nodded quickly. Although Mr. Lin's departure made me have some regrets about rushing to the airport, but at the same time, I also feel that it is a fortunate thing. Some time ago, Engineer Fronin told me that the 20th Army was completely annihilated by the Germans in February, and only Vlasov and a few troops escaped. Mr. Lin's departure at least avoided the danger of being captured.

While he was talking, the train to the Far East came into the station.

The soldier who had stopped me just now came over and said in a not very friendly tone: "Comrade Oshanina, the train has entered the station, you should go back and get on the train." ”

"Comrade Chief of Staff, what carriage are you in?" Shi Zhe asked curiously.

"Car 2, what about you?"

"Car 9, you can come and walk around at any time during the course of a few days."

"Well, I'll visit you when I have time. Deputy Commander Lin, see you again, there will be a period later! "That being said, I don't think I'll ever get a chance to meet them again, even if they're on the same train. Xie Jin and a few of them came to detain me, and the soldiers who escorted Mr. Lin and the others didn't also serve as guards. I turned around and said to the pesky fighter, "Let's go, comrade warrior, let's get in the car." ”

After saluting Mr. Lin again, he turned around and followed the warrior and walked towards Xie Jin, who was standing in the distance.

Xie Jin took out four tickets, handed them to the conductor guarding the door, and took out his own documents and handed them over. Seeing his actions, I also took out my ID and handed it to the conductor.

The conductor carefully checked our documents and tickets, and then made a gesture of inviting inward, and said politely: "Comrade commander, please get on the train, I wish you a happy journey!" ”

Two soldiers with luggage were the first to enter the carriage, and I followed them and tried to go inside, when suddenly I heard someone shouting my name loudly: "Comrade Oshanina, Comrade Oshanina, wait a minute, please wait a minute!" ”

I followed Xie Jin, who was following me, and saw that it was Crochkov and a few fighters running out of the waiting hall at a brisk pace. The two fighters, who had already gotten into the car, thought something was wrong, and immediately threw away their luggage and ran out of the car.

When Crochkov ran to our side out of breath, and before I could speak, Sheikin beside him had already asked in a strange tone: "Comrade Crochkov, why are you running in such a hurry, is something wrong?" ”

Krochkov replied breathlessly: "Things have just changed, and your plan to go to Tyumen has been canceled. ”

"For what?" Xie Jin asked curiously.

Crochkov took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Segin, saying: "Comrade Zhukov went to see the Supreme Commander himself last night, and after a long conversation, the Supreme Commander gave Comrade Beria an order to be cautious in the case of Oshanina, and this is the latest decision. ”

Xie Jin unfolded the document and read in a low voice, "...... After studying and deciding, I now announce: cancel the punitive decision to expel Oshanina from the army and remove her from all posts, demote her to a major, and send her to Leningrad on the same day! Beria. ”

(On June 22, 1941 – one of the saddest days in Russian history – the Great Patriotic War began.) On this day, Russians commemorate those who died in the war, those who were enslaved by the fascists, and those who died of hunger and cold. In their own way, Russians mourn the memory of those who have dedicated their lives to the defense of their great Motherland.

PS: In honor of this special day, a special chapter is added)