"Comrade Marshal," Ma Linin said in a serious tone: "Misha was attacked by bandits..."
"I know about this." Ma Lining couldn't help but feel stunned when he heard what Zhukov said. He secretly asked what was going on. The news about Misha's injury had reached Moscow so quickly? Zhukov continued: "Didn't you ever
Report to me that the train Misha was traveling on was attacked by gangsters on the way from Budapest to Vienna. Fortunately, you sent troops to rescue in time, and he successfully arrived in Vienna. You have already reported this incident. How?
Why did you call me specifically to talk about this?"
Ma Linin heard a trace of anger in Zhukov's tone and hurriedly explained: "Comrade Marshal, when I said Misha was attacked, I was not talking about yesterday, but today. To be precise, it was what happened an hour or two ago.
.”
"What, Misha was attacked again. Why is he so unlucky? This kind of thing always happens to him." After Zhukov babbled for a few words, he asked directly: "Is he injured?"
"Both were shot in the chest and abdomen, and one of the bullets was only a few millimeters away from the heart." Ma Linin reported to Zhukov: "I asked the hospital director, and he said that the operation is very dangerous, and Misha might not be able to do it.
Operating table.”
"What the hell is going on?" Zhukov learned that Sokov was seriously injured. He was so angry that he slapped the table several times and asked sternly: "Malinen, tell me, Misha is fine, how could he suffer?"
What about those injured in the attack?”
"Comrade Marshal, please listen to my explanation." Ma Lining took advantage of the gap between Zhukov's words and quickly explained the cause and effect of the matter to Zhukov in detail. Finally, he said: "I have asked the hospital director to organize elite troops to attack Misha.
Carry out rescue operations and be sure to revive him."
Zhukov fell weakly into his seat and said in a heavy tone: "You reported to me yesterday that the train Misha was traveling on was attacked, but he was protected by several guards and was not harmed by the gangsters. I
I was still thinking that he was really lucky. Who would have thought that such a big thing would happen to him just one day later."
After a moment of pause, Zhukov suddenly remembered Vasergov who he had arranged to be next to Sokov, and quickly asked: "By the way, where is Major Vasergov? Where was he when Mischa was injured?"
?”
"Comrade Marshal, as I just said, when Vaserigov was protecting Misha and moving, he was shot by the enemy's submachine gun and was unfortunately injured." Malinin said to Zhukov: "My adjutant O was also injured at the same time.
You also know Lieutenant Colonel Nishchenko. However, their injuries were not serious and they woke up soon after the operation."
"Ma Lining, I beg you, you must find a way to revive Misha, do you understand?"
"I know, Comrade Marshal." Malinin naturally knew Zhukov's preference for Sokov. If something happened to Sokov, I'm afraid Zhukov would also feel sad. He quickly assured the other party, "What's the latest here?"
I will report the news to you in time."
…………
Sokov felt like he was in an underground passage. He was at a fork in the road. There were roads on all sides, but they were all pitch black. He didn't know which direction to go.
Where is this place? Sokov was a little anxious. Not long ago, his convoy was attacked by unknown persons. Major Vaserigov and Lieutenant Colonel Onischenko held him on the left and right, and ran in
When I entered the woods, it seemed that a man wearing a German uniform appeared on the opposite side, holding an MP40 submachine gun in his hand and shooting at himself.
While he was thinking wildly, Sokov suddenly saw a glimmer of light in front of him. He couldn't help but feel overjoyed and hurriedly ran over.
He was worried that the light would suddenly disappear and plunge him into darkness again. He ran towards the light as quickly as possible, risking tripping over debris on the ground.
I don’t know how long he ran, but the distance between him and the light never seemed to shorten. Sokov couldn’t help but feel cold. He thought to himself that the light was a mirage, visible and intangible. Otherwise, why didn’t he run after running for a long time?
Where is the light?
Just when Sokov was about to fall into despair, suddenly a light suddenly opened up in front of him, and he came into a forest from the dark underground passage.
A dozen meters away, a group of men and women wearing Soviet uniforms were surrounding two open jeeps, talking and laughing.
A young man wearing a major's military uniform standing next to the car suddenly turned his head and said to Sokov: "Misha, why did you just come out? We have been waiting for you for a long time!"
After Sokov saw the other person's face clearly, he was stunned and couldn't help but uttered a name: "Anton Khabarov, is that you?"
"Nonsense, of course it's me." The man named Anton Khabarov said impatiently: "Just as we were walking, you disappeared. We even went back to look for you, but it took us a long time to find you.
But no trace of you was found."
"Yes, Misha. Where did you come out of here?" asked another man wearing a captain's uniform next to Khabarov.
Sokov recognized this man as his later friend Alexander Kononets. He followed a few of them to explore underground fortifications. As a result, he inexplicably appeared in the town of Khimki during the Great Patriotic War and participated in the
This war, and became a general. But how did these friends of mine come to this era?
With such doubts, Sokov asked: "How did you come to this era?"
Upon hearing Sokov's question, the people standing next to the jeep stopped talking, and everyone turned their attention to Sokov, as if they were looking at some monster.
I don't know who took the lead in laughing, and soon there was laughter all around.
Khabarov raised his hand and patted Sokov on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Misha, have you stayed in the underground fortifications for too long and made you stupid? How did we come to this era?
Yes, of course it was our parents who gave birth to us and raised us to such a big age."
Sokov felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't figure it out for a while. After listening to Khabarov's words, he called the other party's nickname and asked cautiously: "Anton, what day is today?"
"May 9th?"
"What year?"
Khabarov raised his hand and touched Sokov's forehead, and said to himself: "You don't have a fever, so why are you talking nonsense?" However, he truthfully told the answer Sokov wanted to know.
"2018."
Oh my God. When Sokov heard the time mentioned by Khabarov, he was stunned. He had traveled back to modern times. Could it be that everything he experienced during the Great Patriotic War was just a long war?
Dream?
"Misha, don't be in a daze." Khabarov raised his hand and pushed Sokov on the shoulder: "Hurry up and get in the car, we should go home."
Sokov slowly climbed into the back of the jeep and handed the Mosin-Nagant rifle he still held to Khabarov.
After taking the rifle, Khabarov opened the trunk and put it in. Then he got into the passenger seat and said to Alexander Kononetz next to him: "Alexander, drive, we should go back to the city."
The vehicle soon entered the city. Seeing the busy traffic on the streets, the modern buildings on both sides of the road, and the colorful flags planted to celebrate the festival, Sokov finally understood that he had really returned to modern times.
"Misha, what's wrong with Misha?" Zhukov asked.
"Comrade Marshal," Ma Linin said in a serious tone: "Misha was attacked by bandits..."
"I know about this." Ma Lining couldn't help but feel stunned when he heard what Zhukov said. He secretly asked what was going on. The news about Misha's injury had reached Moscow so quickly? Zhukov continued: "Didn't you ever
Report to me that the train Misha was traveling on was attacked by gangsters on the way from Budapest to Vienna. Fortunately, you sent troops to rescue in time, and he successfully arrived in Vienna. You have already reported this incident. How?
Why did you call me specifically to talk about this?"
Ma Linin heard a trace of anger in Zhukov's tone and hurriedly explained: "Comrade Marshal, when I said Misha was attacked, I was not talking about yesterday, but today. To be precise, it was what happened an hour or two ago.
.”
"What, Misha was attacked again. Why is he so unlucky? This kind of thing always happens to him." After Zhukov babbled for a few words, he asked directly: "Is he injured?"
"Both were shot in the chest and abdomen, and one of the bullets was only a few millimeters away from the heart." Ma Linin reported to Zhukov: "I asked the hospital director, and he said that the operation is very dangerous, and Misha might not be able to do it.
Operating table.”
"What the hell is going on?" Zhukov learned that Sokov was seriously injured. He was so angry that he slapped the table several times and asked sternly: "Malinen, tell me, Misha is fine, how could he suffer?"
What about those injured in the attack?”
"Comrade Marshal, please listen to my explanation." Ma Lining took advantage of the gap between Zhukov's words and quickly explained the cause and effect of the matter to Zhukov in detail. Finally, he said: "I have asked the hospital director to organize elite troops to attack Misha.
Carry out rescue operations and be sure to revive him."
Zhukov fell weakly into his seat and said in a heavy tone: "You reported to me yesterday that the train Misha was traveling on was attacked, but he was protected by several guards and was not harmed by the gangsters. I
I was still thinking that he was really lucky. Who would have thought that such a big thing would happen to him just one day later."
After a moment of pause, Zhukov suddenly remembered Vasergov who he had arranged to be next to Sokov, and quickly asked: "By the way, where is Major Vasergov? Where was he when Mischa was injured?"
?”
"Comrade Marshal, as I just said, when Vaserigov was protecting Misha and moving, he was shot by the enemy's submachine gun and was unfortunately injured." Malinin said to Zhukov: "My adjutant O was also injured at the same time.
You also know Lieutenant Colonel Nishchenko. However, their injuries were not serious and they woke up soon after the operation."
"Ma Lining, I beg you, you must find a way to revive Misha, do you understand?"
"I know, Comrade Marshal." Malinin naturally knew Zhukov's preference for Sokov. If something happened to Sokov, I'm afraid Zhukov would also feel sad. He quickly assured the other party, "What's the latest here?"
I will report the news to you in time."
…………
Sokov felt like he was in an underground passage. He was at a fork in the road. There were roads on all sides, but they were all pitch black. He didn't know which direction to go.
Where is this place? Sokov was a little anxious. Not long ago, his convoy was attacked by unknown persons. Major Vaserigov and Lieutenant Colonel Onischenko held him on the left and right, and ran in
When I entered the woods, it seemed that a man wearing a German uniform appeared on the opposite side, holding an MP40 submachine gun in his hand and shooting at himself.
While he was thinking wildly, Sokov suddenly saw a glimmer of light in front of him. He couldn't help but feel overjoyed and hurriedly ran over.
He was worried that the light would suddenly disappear and plunge him into darkness again. He ran towards the light as quickly as possible, risking tripping over debris on the ground.
I don’t know how long he ran, but the distance between him and the light never seemed to shorten. Sokov couldn’t help but feel cold. He thought to himself that the light was a mirage, visible and intangible. Otherwise, why didn’t he run after running for a long time?
Where is the light?
Just when Sokov was about to fall into despair, suddenly a light suddenly opened up in front of him, and he came into a forest from the dark underground passage.
A dozen meters away, a group of men and women wearing Soviet uniforms were surrounding two open jeeps, talking and laughing.
A young man wearing a major's military uniform standing next to the car suddenly turned his head and said to Sokov: "Misha, why did you just come out? We have been waiting for you for a long time!"
After Sokov saw the other person's face clearly, he was stunned and couldn't help but uttered a name: "Anton Khabarov, is that you?"
"Nonsense, of course it's me." The man named Anton Khabarov said impatiently: "Just as we were walking, you disappeared. We even went back to look for you, but it took us a long time to find you.
But no trace of you was found."
"Yes, Misha. Where did you come out of here?" asked another man wearing a captain's uniform next to Khabarov.
Sokov recognized this man as his later friend Alexander Kononets. He followed a few of them to explore underground fortifications. As a result, he inexplicably appeared in the town of Khimki during the Great Patriotic War and participated in the
This war, and became a general. But how did these friends of mine come to this era?
With such doubts, Sokov asked: "How did you come to this era?"
Upon hearing Sokov's question, the people standing next to the jeep stopped talking, and everyone turned their attention to Sokov, as if they were looking at some monster.
I don't know who took the lead in laughing, and soon there was laughter all around.
Khabarov raised his hand and patted Sokov on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Misha, have you stayed in the underground fortifications for too long and made you stupid? How did we come to this era?
Yes, of course it was our parents who gave birth to us and raised us to such a big age."