Red Moscow

  Chapter 49 Savyev Partisans

   While speaking, Lin Hua took the time to observe Zhukov's entourage, and found that he only brought two drivers, one adjutant and four guards with him, and he still kept the habit of being light and easy as always.

"Mikhail," Zhukov said to Lin Hua with a gentle smile on his face, "I heard that you not only made great achievements in defending the Istria reservoir; In the middle of the battle, your performance is also very outstanding, and you have even proposed some novel tactics. After practice, these tactics are still very effective, and I plan to promote them in the entire front when the time is right."

"Comrade General," hearing Zhukov's praise, Lin Hua pointed to the two medals on his chest, and said proudly: "These two medals were awarded in the battle to liberate Kryukovo and defend the Istria Reservoir. acquired."

"I know, I know all this." Zhukov stared at the Lenin Medal and said, "In order to commend you for successfully defending the Istria Reservoir, on the issue of whether you should be awarded the Lenin Medal, there have been Fortunately, Rokossovsky and I have persuaded our deputy respectively, so that this medal, which represents one of the highest honors, can be hung on your chest like it is now."

"Thank you, thank you, Comrade General!" Knowing that the reason why he received such a high-level medal was entirely due to the hard work of Zhukov and Rokossovsky, Lin Hua quickly expressed his sincere gratitude to the other party, "I I will definitely not disappoint the trust of you and Commander Rokossovsky, and in the next battle, I will make new achievements for the motherland."

Regarding Lin Hua's expression, Zhukov nodded with a smile, and said with satisfaction, "I believe in you." After saying this, he raised his hand and looked at his watch, and added, "Mikhail, I really want to be with you." You have a good chat, but unfortunately time does not allow, we will bid farewell here. I wish you well!"

   Facing Zhukov’s outstretched hand, Lin Hua hurriedly held it with both hands. After shaking it twice, he asked nervously, “Comrade General, where are you going?”

   "Where else can we go?" Zhukov withdrew his hand and said with a normal expression: "Of course, go to the vicinity of Volokramsk and see how the enemy's defenses are there."

Although Lin Hua knew that Zhukov, who liked to go to the front-line troops from time to time, hadn’t even hurt a single hair during the Great Patriotic War, but for the sake of his safety, he still reminded him tactfully: “Comrade General, although I I don’t know the deployment of the German army in the direction of Volokramsk, but if you go any further, your life will be threatened, so I beg you, don’t go any further.”

"That's right, Comrade General!" As soon as Lin Hua finished speaking, the adjutant, who had remained silent all this time, echoed: "Lieutenant Sukov is right, if you go further, it will be the actual control area of ​​the German army. You are from the front army." Supreme Minister, you have no right to put your life in danger."

  After the adjutant finished speaking, a hint of anger appeared on Zhukov's face, as if he was about to lose his temper. Lin Hua guessed from the adjutant's tone that he must have persuaded Zhukov before he came here, but it didn't have any effect. Lin Hua stared nervously at Zhukov, wanting to see what kind of answer he would give.

  But Zhukov didn't get angry, and the expression on his face also calmed down a lot. He looked at the adjutant and nodded, and said: "Comrade major, since you said so, let's go back. When the main force of our army arrives at the outskirts of Volokramsk and start an offensive battle, let's come again." After he finished speaking, he nodded at Lin Hua, turned around and got into his jeep, and urged the adjutant who was still standing beside the car, "Major, why don't you get in the car?"

  The adjutant was overjoyed when he learned that Zhukov planned to go back. He nodded gratefully to Lin Hua, and gestured to the soldiers in the car behind, signaling them to get in the car immediately.

  The jeep that Zhukov was riding in turned around on the spot and drove in the direction it came from. The car in which the guard was sitting, after Zhukov's car passed by, also made an emergency U-turn and sped up to follow.

   Seeing Zhukov leave, Lin Hua finally breathed a sigh of relief. Even though this area has been controlled by their own troops, no one can guarantee that there are no German stragglers hiding in the forests on both sides of the road. If they found out that a Soviet general was here, they wouldn't be surprised if they didn't shoot black guns.

   Not long after Zhukov left, a guerrilla force of more than fifty people arrived. They were all dressed in common people's clothes, and the leader was a bearded man with a burly figure, wearing a dark gray short coat and a black cotton cap. He asked his subordinates to stop where they were, and brought another young man of medium build who looked a little thin, and came over to report to Lin Hua: "Comrade lieutenant, I am the captain of the Savyev guerrillas, this is My commissar, Stepan. We are here under your orders, so give your orders."

"Hello, Comrade Savyev! Hello, Comrade Stepan!" After shaking hands with the two, Lin Hua introduced the task to them: "The task given to us by our superiors is to abandon the German army in this area. Collect the materials. The task of your guerrillas is to help our soldiers move the materials that hinder the traffic to both sides of the road."

   "Understood, Comrade Lieutenant." After listening to the task assigned by Lin Hua, Savyev replied blankly: "I will go and arrange work for the soldiers."

When Savyev turned around and was about to leave, Lin Hua suddenly caught a glimpse of him carrying a Mosin Nagant rifle like himself, and stopped him: "Comrade Savyev, please wait a moment." Sawiyev Viev stopped in his tracks, turned his head and looked at Lin Hua with surprise, wanting to hear if he had anything else to tell him.

   "Comrade Savyev," Lin Hua pointed to the rifle on the opponent's back, and asked curiously: "I want to ask, how is your guerrilla equipment?"

Hearing Lin Hua's question, Savyev said with an unnatural expression: "Comrade Lieutenant, we are a guerrilla army, not a regular army, so the equipment must not be very good. There is only one machine gun in the entire guerrilla army." , five submachine guns and more than 30 rifles, and quite a few comrades have only one grenade on their bodies.”

   Knowing that the equipment of the guerrillas was so poor, Lin Hua decided to use his current authority to replace their equipment. So he smiled and said to Savyev: "Comrade Captain, take your people later, go to my platoon leader, Second Lieutenant Vanya, and ask him to add some equipment to you. Thirty German submachine guns, And the matching ammunition. How about it?"

  Saviyev, who has always been bitter, had a surprise expression on his face when he learned that Lin Hua was going to equip his guerrillas with 30 submachine guns: "Comrade Lieutenant, are you telling the truth?"

"Yes, Comrade Captain." Lin Hua nodded with a smile, and pointed to Vanya who was directing the soldiers to carry the ammunition, "That's my platoon leader, you go tell him, just say I said, Thirty submachine guns are needed for your partisans. Hurry up."

   After confirming that Lin Hua wasn't joking with him, Savyev's face beamed with joy. However, he did not forget the basic etiquette, and after raising his hand to salute Lin Hua solemnly, he left with his political commissar, Stepan.

"Comrade Lieutenant," Yakup, who was standing next to Lin Hua, asked with some concern after Savyev and the two left: "The order given to us by our superiors is only to collect supplies. And you easily sent thirty The submachine gun was handed over to a guerrilla, is this appropriate? If the superior knows, will he blame us?"

"Comrade Captain," Lin Hua said, looking at Yakup seriously, "The reason why I provide weapons to the guerrillas is to improve their combat effectiveness. You can't let them charge the enemy with grenades in their hands, right?" Dispelling Yakup's worries, he also emphasized specifically, "If the superior wants to blame, I will take the responsibility."

  (end of this chapter)