Chapter 1639

After I went back to the dean's office with the three marshals, they had a discussion about my future.

First of all, Voroshilov said, "Rita, your lecture today is very wonderful. It can be said that it has far exceeded the expectation of me and the dean. I think it's a good choice to stay in the Military Academy of vorongze as a teacher with your ability. What do you say, comrade Marshal? " What he said later was to Zhukov.

Zhukov looked at me, then shook his head and said, "marshal voroshlov, I think it's better for Rita to be on the front line than on the platform of the military academy. Only by constantly participating in various battles can she sum up more effective tactics. If she had never participated in any street battles, she would not have been able to tell such a wonderful story today. This is the result of her hard work in recent years. "

"Comrade Zhukov," bujoni said, "I think the Great Patriotic War is coming to an end. After the war is over, it is certain that the country will carry out substantial disarmament. Instead of waiting for Disarmament and looking for a way out for Comrade oshanina, we should plan ahead and arrange a post for her in the college first, so that there will not be too many soldiers who will change their jobs when they get it, and there will be no good position for her. "

"What do you think, Rita?" When voroshlov saw that everyone's views were different, he took the initiative to ask my opinion: "do you want to go back to the front line, or do you want to stay in the college as a teacher?"

"Marshal," I said politely, looking at voloshlov, "I still like the life in the front line, so I can only say sorry to you and marshal bujoni for being a teacher."

My words made both bujoni and voroshlov look disappointed. After they looked at each other, bujoni said with regret, "it's a pity. Originally, when we were listening to the class today, we were glad to have an excellent teacher in our college, but it turned out to be an empty joy."

Zhukov raised his hand to look at his watch, looked at them and asked, "two marshals, it's not too early now. If you don't want to keep Rita and me for dinner, we'll go first."

After hearing this, they burst into laughter. Bujoni stood up and said apologetically, "blame me, blame me, patronize to talk, forget that we haven't had dinner yet." With that, he quickly walked to his desk, picked up the phone headset, dialed a few numbers on the dial and said, "Hello, is that the faculty canteen? I'm bujoni. Prepare four dinners for me. Besides... "

In less than ten minutes, the conference table we sat around was full of dinners sent by the staff of the college canteen: in addition to a portion of Georgia fried rice for one person, there were mutton stewed with potatoes, roast chicken covered with shredded onion and coriander, meat jelly cut into small pieces, pickled cucumbers, pickled mushrooms, pickled tomatoes and so on, as well as a bottle of whisky and several goblets.

Voroshlov skillfully pulled the cork off the bottle with the screw stopper, put the bottle close to a goblet, looked at me and asked, "Rita, would you like some, too?"

"Thank you for your kindness, comrade marshal." I hurriedly waved my hand to voroshlov and said, "I can't drink at all. I get drunk when I touch it."

But voroshlov looked at me, shook his head in disbelief, and prepared to pour whiskey into the glass. In this room, as the lowest level of a person, how can I let marshals pour their own wine? I quickly got up, took the bottle from voroshlov's hand, poured some whiskey into the three goblets, and then placed it in front of them.

"I know Rita can't drink, so don't force her." Zhukov raised his goblet and waved to the other two marshals

"Good health!" The two marshals also raised their glasses and drank all the whiskey in them after learning from Zhukov. Seeing that all three of them had finished their glasses, I quickly got up again and filled them with wine.

After another sip of whisky, bujoni suddenly asked, "Georgie constantinovic, have you heard?"

When Zhukov, who was about to drink, heard bujoni say so, he quickly stopped his glass, looked at the other side and asked, "what did you hear?"

"It is said that in the future, all the front forces will be directly led by the supreme command," bujoni added. "That is to say, before long, all the representatives of the Supreme Command responsible for coordinating the actions of the front forces will be removed, including the removal of your present position."

Zhukov took a sip of the wine and said calmly, "yes, I heard the rumor, too. At present, the number of the front forces has been reduced, the width of the whole front has also been narrowed, and it has become easier to lead the front forces. Therefore, it is entirely possible for the supreme command to direct the front forces. "

Bujoni took the goblet I handed him and asked half seriously and half jokingly, "Comrade Zhukov, you don't say that because you are angry, do you?"

"What's the joke," Zhukov said with a shrug of his shoulders when he heard bujoni's words. "Even if the representative of the supreme command is canceled, vasilevsky and I will not lose our jobs." He said here, pausing for a moment, and then went on, "if possible, I would even like to personally command a front army and participate in the final war against the German Communist Party."

When I heard the conversation, I was just surprised. I don't know whether what bujoni said was unintentional or entrusted by Stalin to test Zhukov? Anyway, it won't be long before Zhukov takes over as commander of the first front army of Belarus.

"Well, don't talk about all these negative things any more," voloshlov waved. "Eat quickly. If you don't, it will be cold."

We were having dinner when the telephone rang on our desk. Buqiongni just want to get up, but was sitting next to Voroshilov pressed: "you drink too much, or I come to answer the phone."

Voroshilov came to the table, picked up the earphone, stuck it to his ear and said, "I'm Voroshilov. Where are you?" What? What's the matter Hell, call some troublemakers to the dean's office immediately. "

Voroshilov put down the phone, went back to the conference table and said to me angrily, "the canteen administrator just called and said that several school level officers were fighting in the canteen, making it a mess. I have ordered them to report here immediately. I want to find out what they are fighting for

Bujoni got up and just wanted to say something, but his legs softened and he fell back to his seat. Voroshilov quickly bent down and said to him, "old man, you are drunk. Let me handle this matter."

After a while, five school level officers came to the dean's office and formed a line according to their ranks. Voroshilov came to their forehead, walked from the head of the team to the end of the team, then from the end of the team to the head of the team, finally stopped, looked at these students who were much higher than him, and asked: "comrades commander, you must know that you are the intermediate Commander of the Red Army, not the hooligans on the street. Please tell me frankly, why do you fight in the canteen? "

A bruised major at the end of the line, after listening to voloshlov's words, glared at the colonel who was standing opposite. Then he stepped forward and faced voloshlov and said, "report to marshal, I started to hit people first."

"Major, what part are you?" Voroshlov looked at the major and asked sternly, "why do you hit people?"

"Marshal, I'm major Shasa, deputy head of the 254th guard regiment of the 56th division of the guards." The major held his chin high and said, "I wanted to hit the colonel, and then his men came to besiege me."

"Major, you're very capable. You can fight four at a time." Voroshlov originally said this with a smile, but a moment later, his smile froze on his face. He pointed to Sasha and said in surprise, "which army do you think you are from?"

"The 54th guard regiment of the 56th division." Once again, Sasha repeated the number of her troops.

I didn't respond to the number because I didn't understand the unit at all. But Zhukov was thrilled. He got up from his seat, walked up to the major and asked tentatively, "is it the Matrosov guards?"

After listening to Zhukov's words, the major immediately showed a surprise expression on his face: "yes, marshal, it's matlosov's guards."

After listening to the major's reply, Zhukov's face showed a smile. He asked softly, "major, can you tell me why you are fighting with this Colonel? You know, in the army, if a subordinate beats a superior, he will be sent to a military court. "

"Comrade marshal, I know." Major Sasha nodded his head and said, "he's slandering the hero of our regiment. I couldn't help it for a moment, so I started at him."

Voroshlov looked at the colonel and asked sternly, "is he telling the truth?"

"Yes," replied the colonel, with his head bowed a little sheepishly, "I've drunk too much, nonsense."

"Well, you don't have to explain. I understand." Voroshilov went up to the other three officers and asked with a straight face, "I think you did it because you saw your superiors being beaten by others, didn't you?"

While Zhukov and voroshlov were dealing with several officers, I approached bujonny and asked in a low voice, "Comrade marshal, who is this matlosov? Why would he name a guard regiment after him?"

Hearing my question, buffoni's eyes were as wide as brass bells. He was surprised and asked, "have you never heard of Matrosov?"

"No," I heard from the tone of buqiongni. It must be an important person, but I haven't heard of it. No wonder buqiongni despises it. I asked carefully, "Comrade marshal, can you tell me something about it?"

Seeing that I didn't seem to be joking, the drunken bujonny blurted out to me: "on the army day of February 23, 1943, matlosov bravely blocked the gun hole of the German blockhouse with his own body in the battle of seizing chernush village, and made a glorious sacrifice to protect his comrades from occupying the enemy's position.

After knowing his heroic deeds, comrade Stalin personally signed order No. 269 of the people's Commission of national defense, posthumously awarded him the title of "Soviet hero" and named his regiment after him. "

After listening to bujoni's explanation, I couldn't help but be deeply interested in what the colonel said, which actually attracted major Sasa's fists. After listening carefully to the Colonel's explanation, I finally got to the bottom of the story. It turns out that when they were eating, the colonel might have drunk too much, and some of his subordinates did not know how to talk about matlosov. He said that matlosov might have accidentally stepped into the air when he rushed to the enemy's firepower, just in front of the shooting hole, temporarily blocking the sight of the German machine gunners. At this moment, the Soviet troops rushed up, and those comrades in arms saw Matrosov fall in front of the machine gun, mistaking him for blocking the enemy's loophole. After hearing the self defense of both sides, Zhukov's face suddenly became cold and stern. He said to the colonel, "Comrade Colonel, do you know that you are insulting a hero who was personally awarded the title of" Soviet hero "by Comrade Stalin. With that, I can take you to court martial. " Seeing that the Colonel lowered his head in shame, a lieutenant commander next to him admitted his mistake to Zhukov and said, "Comrade marshal, we are wrong. We are going to admit our mistake to major Sasa. Please forgive us." Seeing his subordinates pleading for him, the Colonel quickly pushed the boat forward and said, "yes, marshal, I'm to blame for drinking too much and saying things I shouldn't have said. I'm going to apologize to major Sasha. " With that, he walked out of the line and saluted Sasha, "I'm sorry, comrade major. It's my fault. Please forgive me!" Because this is an internal matter of the military academy, Zhukov can not interfere too much. He stepped back, turned his eyes to voroshlov, and motioned him to deal with this matter. Voroshilov looked at the five officers in front of him. After a long breath, he said, "well, I think today's event is a misunderstanding. If this kind of behavior insults our army heroes in the future, I will wipe you out to the end, whether you are a colonel or a general. All right, let's go out. " With a loud promise, the five officers turned back, formed a column, and walked out of the dean's office with neat steps. When the officers left, Zhukov turned to me and asked, "Rita, what do you think of this?"“ The marshal handled it very properly. " After flattering voroshlov, I looked at the back of the officers who left and said thoughtfully, "major Sasa even spared no effort to fight his superiors in order to protect the collective honor. Well done, good job. "