While Lin Hua was talking, he took the time to observe Zhukov's entourage and found that he only brought two drivers, one adjutant and four guards, and he still retained the habit of driving light and simple vehicles.
"Mikhail," Zhukov said to Lin Hua with a gentle smile on his face: "I heard that you not only established meritorious service in defending the Istria Reservoir; but also in the battle to liberate Kryukovo City
Your performance was also very outstanding, and you even proposed some novel tactics. After practice, these tactics are still very effective. I plan to promote them throughout the entire front army at the appropriate time."
"Comrade General," after hearing Zhukov's praise, Lin Hua pointed to the two medals on his chest and said proudly: "These two medals were awarded during the battle to liberate the city of Kryukovo and defend the Istria Reservoir.
Obtained."
"I know, I know all this very well." Zhukov stared at the Order of Lenin and said: "In recognition of your successful defense of the Istrian Reservoir, there has been a question about whether you should be awarded the Order of Lenin.
We have different opinions, but fortunately Rokossovsky and I both convinced our deputies, 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 he was able to receive such a high-level medal was entirely due to the efforts of Zhukov and Rokossovsky, Lin Hua quickly expressed his sincere gratitude to the other party, "I
I will definitely not let down the trust of you and Commander Rokossovsky. In the next battle, I will make new achievements for the motherland."
In response to Lin Hua's expression, Zhukov smiled and nodded, and said with satisfaction: "I believe you." After saying this, he raised his hand and looked at his watch, and added, "Mikhail, I really want to talk to you.
You would like to have a nice chat, but unfortunately time does not allow, so we will say goodbye here. I wish you well!"
Facing the big hand extended by Zhukov, Lin Hua hurriedly held it with both hands. After shaking it twice, he asked nervously: "Comrade General, where do you plan to go?"
"Where else can we go?" Zhukov retracted his hand and said with a normal expression: "Of course, go to the vicinity of Voloklamsk and see how the enemy's defense is there."
Although Lin Hua knew that Zhukov, who liked to visit the frontline troops from time to time, had not even injured a hair during the entire Patriotic War, for the sake of the other party's safety, he still politely reminded him: "Comrade General, although I
I don’t know the status of the German army’s defense in the direction of Voloklamsk, but if you go any further, your life and safety will be threatened, so I implore you not to go any further.”
"That's right, Comrade General!" As soon as Lin Hua finished speaking, the adjutant who had remained silent echoed: "Lieutenant Sokov is right. If you go further, you will reach the area actually controlled by the German army. You are from the front army.
Supreme Chief, you have no right to put your life in danger."
After the adjutant finished speaking, a look of anger appeared on Zhukov's face, as if he was about to get angry. Lin Hua guessed from the adjutant's tone that he must have tried to persuade Zhukov before he came here, but he didn't get angry.
Lin Hua stared at Zhukov nervously, wanting to see what kind of reply he would give.
But Zhukov did not get angry, and the expression on his face returned to calm. He looked at the adjutant and nodded, saying: "Comrade Major, since you said so, let's go back. Wait until the main force of our army arrives.
Let's come again when the offensive battle starts outside Voloklamsk." After he said these words, he nodded to Lin Hua, turned around and got into his jeep, urging 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 him, telling them to get in the car immediately.
The jeep Zhukov was riding in made an emergency U-turn and sped up to follow after Zhukov's car passed by. p>
Seeing Zhukov leaving, Lin Hua finally breathed a sigh of relief. This area was already controlled by his troops, but no one could guarantee that there were no German stragglers hidden in the forests on both sides of the road. If they found out
There is a Soviet general here, it would be strange not to use a black gun.
Not long after Zhukov left, a guerrilla group of more than fifty people arrived. They were all dressed in ordinary people's clothes. The leader was a bearded, burly man wearing a dark gray short coat.
Wearing a black cotton hat. He asked his subordinates to stop where they were, and brought another young man of medium stature who looked a little thin, and came over to report to Lin Hua: "Comrade Lieutenant, I am Savier.
Captain of the guerrillas, this is my political commissar Stepan. We were ordered to come here to accept your command, please give us the order."
"Hello, Comrade Saveyev! Hello, Comrade Stepan!" Lin Hua shook hands with the two of them one by one and introduced the mission to them: "The mission given to us by our superiors is to abandon the German army in this area.
Collect the supplies. The task of your guerrillas is to help our soldiers move all the supplies that hinder traffic to both sides of the road."
"Understood, Comrade Lieutenant." After listening to the tasks assigned by Lin Hua, Saveyev replied expressionlessly: "I will go and arrange work for the soldiers."
When Saviev 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 Saviev, please wait a moment."
Weiev stopped and turned to look at Lin Hua with surprised eyes, wanting to hear if there was anything else he wanted to tell him.
"Comrade Saviev," Lin Hua pointed at the rifle the other man was carrying and asked curiously, "I would like to ask, how is the equipment of your guerrillas?"
Hearing Lin Hua's question, Saviev said with a somewhat unnatural expression: "Comrade Lieutenant, we are a guerrilla, not a regular army, so the equipment will definitely not be very good. There is only one machine gun in the entire guerrilla."
, five submachine guns and more than 30 rifles, many comrades only have one grenade on them."
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 Saviev: "Comrade Captain, the person who will take you will go find it later."
My platoon commander, Second Lieutenant Vanya, asks him to replenish you with some equipment. Thirty German submachine guns and matching ammunition. How about that?"
Saveyev, who had always had a bitter look on his face, suddenly showed an expression of surprise when he learned that Lin Hua was going to equip his guerrillas with thirty submachine guns: "Comrade Lieutenant, are you telling the truth?" "Yes, Comrade Captain." Lin Hua smiled and nodded, pointing to Vanya, who was directing the soldiers to carry ammunition, "That's my platoon leader, you go tell him, just say it was me,
We need to replenish thirty submachine guns for your guerrillas. Go quickly."
After confirming that Lin Hua was not joking with him, Saviev's face lit up with joy. However, he did not forget the basic etiquette. He still raised his hand and saluted Lin Hua with a solemn military salute before taking him with him.
left together with the political commissar Stepan.
"Comrade Lieutenant," Yakup, who was standing next to Lin Hua, asked worriedly after Saviev and the others left, "the order given to us by our superiors was just to collect supplies. But you easily put thirty
Is it appropriate to hand over a submachine gun to a guerrilla group? If the superiors find out, will they blame us?"
"Comrade Captain," Lin Hua looked at Yakup and said seriously: "The reason why I provide weapons to the guerrillas is to improve their combat effectiveness. You can't let them charge at the enemy with grenades in their hands, right?"
To dispel Yakup's concerns, he also emphasized, "If my superiors want to blame, I will bear the responsibility."