I don't remember how I finished it, how I walked down the aisle to the back row of my own far, far away. It wasn't until I was already seated in my seat that I came to my senses, and somewhat mechanically shook hands with the officers who had reached out in the seats to the left and right.

On the podium, there was already another speaker, looking at the rank of a general, he should be a general in a certain aspect of the army, but I didn't understand what he said, to be honest, everything he said sounded to me a series of meaningless foreign words, and I was still immersed in the memory of everything I had just passed, and I had not yet felt the great sense of relief that I felt after a few minutes.

I sat in my seat, gradually remembering what I had said later. In order to prevent the endless harassment of our partisans, to ensure that the ammunition supply can be delivered to the front line and that the wounded can be safely returned to the rear, they are bound to draw troops from the attacking troops on the front line to ensure their own logistics supply lines. As a result, their forces at the front were reduced, and the momentum of the offensive weakened. By the time the attacking forces reached the city of Moscow, they had no strength to launch a powerful offensive.

Then I emphatically mentioned the importance of extensively waging guerrilla warfare behind enemy lines, and proposed that the scattered units be reorganized into guerrilla units, and that guerrilla warfare of small units that are not easily noticeable blossom everywhere should be carried out on the spot, so as to contain the German army, cooperate with our army's frontal battlefield operations, attack the weak points of the German defense, and make the enemy unable to take precautions against one thing or another, ambush a transport convoy today, and defeat a patrol tomorrow, so that the enemy will not have a day of tranquility, will not be able to live in fear, accumulate small victories into big victories, and hold the initiative in the war in our hands. ……

A burst of thunderous applause woke me up from my recollections, and when I looked up at the stage, I found that Stalin had already stood in front of the podium at some point, and was making a summary of today's meeting. I couldn't understand what he was saying, and my mind was still stuck in the conclusion of the history that I had just recited on the stage that stunned everyone present. In this case, I have completely lost my ability to understand Russian, and all that comes to my ears is a series of Russian phrases with a Georgian accent.

As soon as the meeting ended, I was the first to go out of the door and ran into the cloakroom to get my clothes. Before I could pull out the number plate, the sergeant had already taken off my military coat. When she handed me her clothes, she whispered: "You are really remarkable, you actually have the courage to speak on the stage, even Comrade Stalin has spoken to you......" Before she could finish speaking, a large group of officers rushed over, and I took the opportunity to leave here with my clothes.

Although the temperature outside was very cold, I had just come out of the warm hall and did not seem to feel the cold, but just took my coat in my arms and walked through the square to the guard room at the exit of the Kremlin.

There was a large table at the door of the garrison room, full of pistols of various types, and the lieutenant who kept the guns for us sat at the table, with more than a dozen guards standing in his body. I walked over to the table, took out the voucher for the gun, and handed it to the lieutenant. He took it and looked at it, then quickly retrieved the one that belonged to me from the gun on the table.

I took the pistol and put it in the holster, buckled the holster, then took out the temporary pass and asked the lieutenant, "So, what about this temporary pass?" Will it be returned to you? ”

"No, the temporary pass is only valid for one day, and it will be automatically invalid tomorrow. You can throw it away, or you can keep it as a memento. ”

"Leda." Someone called my name in the back, and when I looked back, it turned out to be Major General Cholokhov and Korolev, who were walking towards me, and it was Korolev who called me. While going through the formalities of receiving the gun, he said happily: "Your performance on stage today is really good, I didn't expect you to see the problem so thoroughly." This time, it can be regarded as a big limelight for our Leningrad Front, hehe. ”

After receiving their weapons, the officers of the other fronts around me also came to greet me, shake hands and say a few words. Just as I was overwhelmed, a stern voice suddenly came from behind me: "Who is Lieutenant Oshanina?" ”

There was a moment of silence around me, and I looked back to see a colonel in a brand new military overcoat, followed by two soldiers with submachine guns on their chests, who were walking towards me with neat steps.

"Do you have anything to do with Lieutenant Oshanina?" Major General Cholokhov, who had not spoken beside me, suddenly asked: "Who are you?" ”

"Colonel Bezikov, commander of the 1st battalion of the Central Guards Regiment." The colonel replied dryly, "On orders from above, let Lieutenant Oshanina come with us." ”

Perhaps it was the purge of the previous years that frightened everyone, but when the colonel said this, the major general immediately shut up, and the people around him, including those wearing the rank of lieutenant general and even general, were silent, only Korolev looked at me with a worried face, and looked at me with anxious eyes, as if he wanted to say something.

Bezikov made a gesture of invitation to me, and then he himself took the lead towards the garrison, and I followed with my military coat on the arm of my right hand, and two soldiers with rifles followed closely behind me. As I walked, I was still calculating, I don't know what my superiors will do to me, whether to send them to Siberia to dig coal, or to drag them directly to a place where there are no people and shoot them? Didn't I just tell a few words of truth in public, and be guilty of using such extreme means against me? But I'm not a fool, I'm not going to be tied back, even if I die, I'll have to pull a few pads, thinking so, my hand under the cover of the military coat, secretly unbuckled the gun, grabbed the cold handle of the gun, to make sure that the gun can be drawn and shot at any time.

Without saying a word, Bezikov walked forward along the long corridor in front, and I looked at the rank on his shoulder and thought to myself: this guard regiment is really high-ranked, the battalion commanders are all colonels, and the regiment commander is at least a general. Later, if I found that the situation was not right, I would first turn around and knock down the two fighters behind me, and then shoot at Bezkov. After defeating them, grab the submachine gun and rush out, even if you are killed by random shooting, it is better than being slaughtered.

Just as I was thinking, Bezikov in front stopped, and I couldn't stop and hit him headbutt. He put his arm around my shoulders and smiled softly, "Be careful, dear." Without waiting for me to speak, he pushed open a door next to him and said, "Here it is, let's go in." ”

I looked cautiously through the open door and saw a camera mounted on a tripod in the middle of the room, and a white cloth pulled against the wall, and a bench underneath it. I looked left and right for a long time, no matter how I looked here, it looked like a photo room, right?

"Please come in!" Bezikov beckoned me again: "I took a picture of you, and you can leave." Then he said to the two warriors behind him: "Stand at the door." ”

It turned out to be a photo, and I thought that what I just said on the podium had angered someone, and I was going to give me a reckoning with the autumn queen. I wiped the sweat from my head and stepped into the room. Behind the door sat a photographer with the rank of private, who saw us go in and stood up and saluted us.

After the photo was taken, Bezzikov sent me out with two more fighters. When I returned to the door of the police office, I felt that my underwear was already wet with sweat. Seeing that Korolev was still waiting there alone, my heart was hot, and I quickly quickened my pace and ran over, shouting excitedly: "Uncle Pavel." ”

I quickly ran to his side, stopped and just wanted to speak, "Woo~~~!" A burst of sirens sounded. I looked around in amazement, what was going on, could it be that an enemy had broken into the Kremlin?

Bezkov's voice came from behind: "Attention! Air raid alert! Hurry up and go to the nearby bomb shelter to hide! ”