Zhukov Apartment Moscow

"Dear Comrade Zhukov, congratulations, you can serve our great motherland again." Marshal Roshilov said with a smile at the commander of the freshly released Dongjin Army Group in front of him.

At this moment, Zhukov welcomed the arrival of the Red Army Chief of Staff in the living room of his home. Since he received the appointment of the new army commander and going east to rescue the besieged Temuxine Group, his family has changed the secluded days before and has begun to become lively again. It seems that the icing on the cake is available to all over the world.

"Dear Comrade Roshilov, don't make fun of me. This errand is not easy to do. If I have a choice, I would rather read books at home and bask in the sun." Zhukov said with a wry smile.

"Oh why do you know that you are only forty-seven years old this year, which is a good opportunity to make achievements." Marshal Roshilov couldn't help but feel strange that his friends would have such an attitude.

Shaking his head, Zhukov turned around and said, "Dear Shulik, please make us two cups of coffee?"

After greeting his friend and sitting down, a middle-aged woman with charming charm quickly brought two cups of coffee to them. Marshal Roshilov slowly savored it and praised: "Oh, dear Mrs. Tievna, the coffee you made is getting better and better."

The middle-aged woman was Zhukov's wife Alexandratievna. She smiled and said, "Comrade Rohilo, you are really talking more and more. But I still don't want you to come to my house, because once you come, my dear husband will leave me and go to war again."

Marshal Roshilov smiled apologetically: "I'm so sorry, Madame Tievna, this is an order from the National Defense Committee, and I have no choice."

Alexandratievna brought the two of them coffee and left. Marshal Roshilov looked at Zhukov and said, "Dear Zhukov, do you still have any shadows in your heart about the last defeat?"

Zhukov shook his head and sighed: "No, I am worried that the war between us and the Chinese will be cheaper to others until the end."

"Others" Marshal Roshilov's eyes flashed with a cold light, "Are you talking about Japanese people?"

Looking at Zhukov who nodded silently, Marshal Roshilov sighed. I have also reported this to Comrade Stalin that he could negotiate with the Chinese when necessary, but his opinions should still be inclined to solve the problem by force. What can I do if I am alone and alone?

"The Japanese are eyeing the three eastern provinces, and the Chinese have hit Chita directly. Our situation in the Far East is worrying."

Marshal Roshilov put down his cup and said slowly, "So when you go this time, be sure to occupy Chita and open up the railway channel in Siberia. Otherwise, Oliga, who is in Vladivostok, will not last long."

"Hmph, it would be strange if he could defend Vladivostok." When General Oliga was mentioned, Zhukov was still full of resentment.

"Okay, don't blame General Oliga so much. I don't think he will be transferred back to Moscow soon." Marshal Roshilov smiled and comforted, revealing a little secret, but then asked again, "Dear Comrade Zhukov, tell me the truth, are you sure to annihilate the Chinese army in Chita?"

"Haha, it would be nice to kill them away." Zhukov said with a wry smile.

"What?" Marshal Roshilov asked in surprise: "You must know that you are bringing an army of 700,000 this time. It should be no problem to annihilate them with their 300,000 troops."

"Comrade Roshilov, you are also a veteran. You should know that fighting is not enough to rely on a large number of people. Although our army is more than twice as many as theirs, our weapons and equipment are far behind them. Not to mention anything else, just say that their planes are not as advanced as us. My latest Yin-16 is no match for them at all." Zhukov said bitterly: "After losing air supremacy, our ground troops are in a very worrying situation. Their planes can come over to bomb our positions anytime and anywhere, and their tanks, rifles, and new armored vehicles are all advanced than us, which are almost a generation of weapons and equipment. These gaps are filled by our soldiers with their lives."

"Comrade Zhukov, Comrade Stalin also knows that he has ordered the research department to speed up the research and development speed, but the distance cannot save the near fire. Now everything depends on you to overcome it."

"There are also so many troops that have been transferred. Just the supply along the way is a lot of pressure. I am afraid that relying solely on the Siberian Railway will be very tight."

Marshal Roshilov smiled, "You don't have to worry about this. The cities along the Siberian Railway will fully support you, and the weapons and ammunition produced by their arsenal will also be given priority for you, so don't worry, your troops will be mobilized in one month at the latest."

Hearing this, Zhukov nodded. He knew that his old friend was already trying his best to help him.

After all, it is already his best efforts to raise 700,000 troops of supplies in one month.

At this time, Alexandratievna walked out and greeted the two of them to come in for dinner.

"Okay, my dear friend, we won't talk about these business today. Today you are rare to come to my house. You must try the steak made by Shulik. Be careful not to swallow your tongue..."

Chahar Zhangjiakou Feilong Airport

Gao Zhihang and the commander of the First Air Division, Le Yiqin, stood shoulder to shoulder on the tower, looking at rows of huge shadows in the sky, with a smile on his tired face. After more than half a month of intense training, dozens of pilots who had changed from dive bombers to B-17s were already roughly familiar with the operation of this new aircraft, and they could perform the preliminary mission in a few days.

"Report to Director Gao, this is a document sent by the Logistics Department." A communications officer wearing a snow-white air force uniform handed over a document to Gao Zhihang.

Le Yiqin asked curiously: "Instructor, what's wrong again?"

Gao Zhihang had nothing to hide from his proud disciple, so he smiled and handed over the documents.

"Oh, we sent another thirty-two b-17s. Chief Su is such a big deal." Le Yiqin exclaimed.

"Haha, don't ever doubt Chief Su's big moves. This is my experience." Gao Zhihang replied with a smile. Looking at the planes that were constantly taking off and landing on the huge airport, thinking of the simple apron when he first arrived and the now neat and spacious runway, he felt a sense of satisfaction in his heart.

The second update today

Well, let’s talk about the book reviews of the book friends Ading saw in the afternoon. Some book friends left a message saying that the 700,000 Soviet army was difficult to maintain by just one railway. Here, Ading’s humble opinion was that at the end of World War II, the millions of Soviet army influx into the three northeastern provinces of our country like a flood. They also rely on the Siberian Railway transportation line, so Ading believes that maintaining the supply of 700,000 Soviet army can be achieved, not to mention blood transfusions from cities along the way, which is completely possible.

Haha, here is the list of book friends who will reward Ading this afternoon: Wind Demon, the lover of cigarettes, the time is rumbling, I don’t know how to apply, Wuya Jianghu, Wuya Jianghu, coom, tas, and we are dependent on each other. Thank you for your support.
Chapter completed!