Burning Moscow

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Halfway through the conversation, he suddenly shut his mouth, dropped his head to his chest, sobbed silently, and his shoulders kept shaking.

I raised my hand, patted his shoulder gently, and comforted him: "Vasily, don’t worry, no one has the right to make you blind with me here. But tomorrow’s surgery must be performed as usual. , Dr. Sergey will remove the pus from your eyeballs, otherwise, you will really be blind."

Vasily raised his head, as if he didn't hear me, and said to himself: "For a sniper, the most precious thing is his eyes. If you let him become a blind man, then he will die. "

"Don't worry, Vasily." I continued, "I assure you that your eyes will never be blind."

Vasily tilted his head, as if trying to hear what I was saying. Then he asked bluntly: "Are you comforting me, Comrade Commander?"

Hearing his question, I quickly replied affirmatively: "Yes, Vasily, I am comforting you. Now I comfort you because I want you to have the courage to continue living."

My words not only did not relax Vasily, but made him suddenly vigilant: "Are you really sure that I won't be blind?"

Hearing what he said, I suddenly turned my head to look at Osiminin and Sergey standing in the room under an uncontrollable feeling. Without deliberately choosing the words, I asked naturally: "The dean , Doctor Sergey, can you assure me that Vasily’s eyes will not be blind after tomorrow’s surgery?"

My question made Ossiminen a little flustered. He replied in a panic: "Comrade General, it is unrealistic to perform the operation under our existing conditions if it is to be 100% successful. All I can say is that we will do our best."

In response to Osiminen’s ambiguous answer, I frowned slightly, turned my head to look at Sergey, and asked him bluntly: "Doctor Sergey, what do you mean?"

Sergey seemed to be thinking about something. Hearing my question, he hesitated for a moment, then stared at me and said: "Comrade General. Although the risk is relatively high, I am still willing to try."

I also looked into his eyes and replied, "Doctor Sergey, I trust your medical skills, and I believe you will succeed."

He nodded silently, and then fell silent.

"Have you heard. Vasily?" I turned around, and then comforted Vasily, who had stabilized. "Doctor Sergey said that although there are certain risks in the operation, it is guaranteed that you will not be blinded. "In order to strengthen his confidence, I added another sentence, "By the way, I almost forgot to tell you that he performed my eye surgery."

After I finished speaking, Vasily reacted again. He raised his head. Facing Sergey’s position, he said sincerely: "Thank you, thank you, Comrade Doctor." Then he turned his head and said to me, "Comrade Commander, thank you, don’t worry, I will cooperate with Dr. Sergey tomorrow. The operation is done."

Hearing that Vasily finally solved his knot, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. At this time, Ossiminen walked to my side. Touched with his elbow, after drawing my attention, he snarled at the pistol placed on the bunk, and then winked at me. Instructed me to put away the gun, lest Vasily do anything stupid.

I shook my head, stretched out my left hand and grabbed Vasily's right hand, gently pulled the palm up to the sky, then picked up the heavy pistol and placed it carefully on the palm of his hand.

Vasily held the pistol in his hand. He smiled and asked me: "Comrade Commander, you return the pistol, don't you worry that I will do stupid things again?"

"Yes, don't worry anymore." I said stiffly, "but I remind you that our guns can only be aimed at the enemy, not at ourselves or our comrades, understand?"

"Understood, Comrade Commander." Vasily agreed, and put the pistol back under the pillow.

"It's getting late, I should go back too. You have a good rest!" As I said, I stood up, waved my head to Osiminen and Sergey who were standing next to him, and said: "Dean, doctor, you guys Come with me."

When I reached the door, I saw that the corridor was still crowded with patients, but because my guards stopped them, they didn't squeeze in. I winked at Yushchenko and motioned for him to disperse the crowd. Yushchenko's hint to me immediately understood, and he quickly stepped forward, walked in front of the patient, and said loudly, "Comrades, what are you all standing here for? Don't forget that you are all still patients. If you don't cultivate well If you do, the time you stay in the hospital will be extended indefinitely. Let's all go away, go back to their respective wards to rest.

After the patients dispersed, I followed Osiminen to his dean's room. After he closed the door, after a long time, I finally couldn't help but get angry. I asked angrily, "Comrade Dean, would you please explain to me what the **** is going on? Who actually told him about removing Vasily's eyeballs?"

Seeing that I was angry without warning, Ossiminen was so frightened that he was frightened, and said again and again: "Comrade... General... Comrade, I... I... don't... don't know... know."

Sergey saw that Osiminen was so frightened that he hurriedly came out to make a round for him: "Comrade General, I guess this matter has nothing to do with Comrade Dean. It may be the nurse who went to the ward to change the dressing and inadvertently said something. Mouth."

"Well, even if the nurse accidentally leaked his mouth, what did you, the director of the hospital, do after the incident?" Thinking of a group of people pointing their guns at Vasily just now, I was so angry. In one place, "You didn't deal with it in time. You actually asked the military representative of the hospital to bring a group of heavily armed soldiers and point at our hero with gunpoint."

Seeing that Ossiminen was so scared to wipe the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, I still said: "Do you know who Vasily is? He is an excellent sniper with great military exploits, and he has published more than a newspaper with his heroic deeds. It was placed in front of Comrade Stalin once. If I went a step late and something happened and the superiors traced it down, you and the military representative would be shot ten times, and it would be difficult to quell the superiors."

My last sentence became the last straw that crushed Ossiminen. He fell to the ground with a puff, and muttered: "No. Don't shoot me, I am loyal to Comrade Stalin..."

Originally, I wanted to give Ossiminen a severe lesson about Vasily's affairs, but I saw him sitting on the ground in a panic. I can't help but feel soft. I turned my head and told Yushchenko: "Comrade Captain, help the dean up."

Yushchenko agreed, and walked a few steps forward to Osiminin's side, bent down to help him up. Unexpectedly, Osiminin didn't look fat, but Yushchenko couldn't lift him up. Fortunately, Sergey next to him did not stand by. He also stepped forward to help, and together with Yushchenko, he put the muddy Osimine on a bench and sat down.

I walked to Osiminen who was in despair, and after a cough, I slowly said to Osiminen: "Comrade Dean, tomorrow’s operation will be performed by Dr. Sergey, and you, go and be his assistant. ."

Osiminen, who was in despair, heard me say this, as if grabbing a straw. I didn’t know where I was coming from, so I stood up abruptly, rushed in front of me, grabbed my arm, patted my chest and assured me: "Comrade General, don’t worry, in tomorrow’s surgery, I will definitely give Doctor Sergey is a good assistant."

"This is the best way." After I said this to him coldly, I waved my head at Yushchenko next to me: "Comrade Captain, let's go back."

In the car back to the station. Yushchenko asked me curiously: "Comrade General, I don't quite understand two things, can I ask you if you like?"

As soon as his words were spoken, I knew what he wanted to ask. He said politely: "You can ask. As long as I can answer you, I will definitely tell you the answer."

"First, since Dean Ossiminen has obviously let go of a big mistake, why don't you ask the health department for his replacement?" Yushchenko couldn't wait to ask his own heart after getting my permission. Question: "As for the second point, why did you not deal with the military representative at the time, but just drove him away? You must know that at your level. Even if he is removed on the spot, it is completely possible."

After listening to Yushchenko's question, I sighed and said, "Comrade Captain, do you think I have no such thoughts? But no, I have no acquaintances in the health department, and no one will buy it even if I say anything. For the military representative you mentioned, the reason why I didn’t punish him is because the guards of the hospital are all regular troops. Compared with ordinary militia troops, their strength is not even a little bit stronger. If they were to be treated. After being transferred, who knows what the new army will be like, so I just turned a blind eye to the mistakes made by this military representative."

As soon as we returned to our residence, one of the two remaining soldiers came up and reported to me: "Comrade General, there is a major waiting for you."

"Is it a subordinate of Colonel Bezikov?" I asked strangely as I walked in.

The guard bit his head desperately and replied, "No, Comrade General. I don't even know the major who came here. He is a freshman."

"Is it a new face?" After repeating the soldier's words, I said somewhat unexpectedly: "Since I have something to look for, why didn't Marshal Zhukov send Colonel Zikov, but a major whom I didn't know before?"

The guard didn't know how to answer me, so he smiled and shook his head, and then said, "I'm sorry, Comrade General, I really don't know what's going on."

When we walked into the living room where the guests were meeting, I saw another guard sitting at the table with a major, chatting over tea and chatting, and the two laughed from time to time.

The sound of our footsteps alarmed the two of them. They stopped talking and looked towards the door in unison. Seeing my presence, the two quickly got up from their seats and straightened their bodies.

I walked up to the major and asked with a smile, "Major, are you looking for me?"

"Yes, Comrade General." The major replied loudly, "I'm here to preach to you."

I walked to an empty chair and sat down, and then said to him: "Comrade Major, may I ask Marshal Zhukov to send you to us at this time. Is there any task to convey?"

"Marshal Zhukov?!" After repeating Zhukov's name, the major shook his head and said in a positive tone: "I'm sorry, Comrade General, I think you may be mistaken. I don't even know Comrade Marshal, how could he be possible? What order do you give me?"

"You are not Marshal Zhukov's subordinate?!" The major's answer aroused my interest, so I asked with a smile: "Major, if permitted, can you tell me who you are?"

"Report to Comrade General." The major did not care about my mocking tone, and respectfully reported: "I came to see you on the order of General Rokosovsky."

"General Rokosovsky?" I was very surprised by what the major said. I didn't know what would happen to Rokosovsky sending someone to see me, so I asked confusedly: "He asked you to come and see me. what I do?"

"Comrade General," the major said to me with a straight face, "Commander Rokosovsky asked me to inform you that three days later, on March 29, please join him to the front line to inspect the troops. At that time, I will pick you up to meet Comrade Commander."

"Rokosovsky asked me to go with him to inspect the troops?" This unexpected news made me a little confused. I nervously asked: "Major, do you know anything?"

There was a sunny smile on the major's face: "Comrade General~www.NovelMTL.com~ As far as I know, the commander made such a decision only after he was instructed by the Supreme Commander himself." After that, he didn't. When I came back to my senses, I asked again, "May I leave, Comrade General?"

Hearing what he said, I nodded instinctively, waved at him, and said, "Go, Comrade Major."

Long after the major left, I did not wake up from the shock that this unexpected news brought to me. At this moment, I heard Yushchenko say in an enviable tone: "Comrade General, if I am not mistaken, you are out of luck!"

"Good luck, what luck?" I didn't understand Yushchenko's headless sentence, so I asked with some dissatisfaction: "Comrade Captain, you don't want to fight dumb riddles with me anymore. You can make things clearer. , Let me figure out what is going on, okay?" (To be continued.)

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