My own war game

Chapter 153 Next Stop: Moscow
"Comrade General! Why are you here?!" Beklev stood at attention and saluted hurriedly.

"Sir, do you know me?" Kirponos looked at the man in front of him and had no impression of him.

"Yes, sir, in 1936, during the internal affairs investigation in Sverdlovsk, you saved a traitor who was about to be shot." Bekelev lowered his head and reminded respectfully.

"Oh, let me think about it, I seem to remember it." Kirponos said, "Are you the intelligence officer at that time? I didn't expect to meet you here!"

Beklev was also very excited. "Comrade General, if it weren't for you, I would have died under the guns of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Thank you very much. You are..."

The Soviet intelligence officer looked at the general, then at the submachine gun held by He Chi behind him.

Then a roar erupted from the night sky
"He! Do you know what you have done!!!"

A little later, Kirponos and his assistant regained their freedom. The admiral did not feel upset about being pointed at with a gun before. Instead, he looked at the Oriental man who was fiddling with a scalpel opposite him with interest.

In the room, He Chi, holding a medical kit, was preparing to clean Tanya's wound.

"Do you need help?" General Kirponos unexpectedly stood next to He Chi.

He Chi looked at him and remembered that this senior commander who was supposed to have died in Kiev should have been a military doctor in his early years.

"Then you can be my assistant." He Chi took the position of "surgeon" without hesitation.

General Kirponos looked at the other party with some surprise. From the very beginning, the Oriental man had not shown any respect for his identity as a Soviet general.

There had been people who had displayed arrogance and eccentricity in front of him before, but those were all means to attract his attention. Except for a few guys in the Kremlin, this was the first time he had seen someone who didn't care about his status as an admiral at all.

If a person shows that he does not care about a certain status, it is most likely because he has access to people of higher status on a regular basis.

So what kind of people does this person in front of you usually interact with?
president?

prime minister?

king?

No way.

The general shook his head and laughed.

When the operation started, the admiral, who was a military doctor, quickly discovered that the other party's medical skills were very advanced. He performed each step step by step like a machine. It was obvious that this level of medical skills could only be achieved with a huge amount of accumulated experience.

Combined with the skills and adaptability that He Chi had demonstrated before, he was even more certain that the person in front of him was a talent.

"Maybe you need this." The general rummaged through his pocket, took out a small bottle and handed it to He Chi.

He Chi took it, turned the rotating bottle and sniffed the contents. "Sulfa?"

"Oh? You know?" The general became even more curious. The industrial production of this first-generation anti-infective drug had just started not long ago, and the output was very low. Moreover, because many chemical factories in the Soviet Union were destroyed by the war at that time, sulfa drugs had become a rare material, and many people had never seen it.

The Oriental man named He Chi only showed a little curiosity and was ready to use it on the wounded, which made the general more certain that the identity of the person on the other side was not ordinary.

Compared to the curiosity about the general, Roselovsky, as an assistant, seemed indignant.

He reprimanded as a colonel, "Comrade Beklev, your men are too presumptuous. Do you know how great a loss it would be to the Soviet Union if the general's safety were to be compromised?!" Beklev looked a little embarrassed, "Comrade Colonel, strictly speaking, he is not my man."

"Oh? What's his rank? Is he also a member of the NKVD?"

"Well, he's not from the NKVD, or even the Soviet Union. He claims to be..."

Bekelev and the other party bit each other's ears.

"From the UK?" The adjutant frowned. "Why would you hand over the command to a slave of a capitalist country?!"

Beklev looked helpless. Do you think I want to be sidelined? Can I just take command if I want it?

Not seeing that the guy on the opposite side had absolute prestige in the group, he bet that once the fight for command came, the guns of the other three female soldiers would turn on him at the same time, even including his former subordinate Yulia.

At this time, He Chi and General Kirponos walked out together, and the two people at the door stood at attention and saluted.

"I am no longer your prisoner, am I?" the general said in a joking tone.

"Of course not. I had no choice before." He Chi casually revealed the previous incident of coercion with weapons. Then he bowed slightly to Kirponos and said, "I'm sorry for the offense before, sir."

Kirponos waved his hand generously, indicating that he didn't care, and then took the initiative to ask, "Young man, what are your plans next?"

"Well, there are about 20 children here who need to be evacuated. I plan to use an armored vehicle to transport the children to Voronezh for resettlement. Then the armored vehicle will come back once, and we will go together. The round trip will take at most two days."

The Admiral shook his head. "Of course, our goal is Voronezh. What do you think when you get there?"

"Sir, I haven't thought about it yet." He Chi told the truth. It was already late September, and he would leave the dungeon in about a week. He really hadn't thought about where to go next.

"In that case, would you consider going to Moscow with me?" Kirponos suddenly made a suggestion.

"Going to Moscow? Me?" He Chi didn't understand what the other party was thinking.

"I am going to Moscow to report the previous battle situation to the People's Defense Committee. You and your team members can go with me. I will try my best to provide you with some convenient conditions. Would you consider it?" Kirponos said on the side, implicitly making some kind of promise.

"So..." He Chi thought about it. Kirponos was actually a huge variable for him. According to the original course of history, this general should have been killed half a month ago. Now that such a big butterfly is flapping its wings, it is hard to say what impact it will have on the future.
But if you go to Moscow, then the next thing will be the Battle of Moscow, which can reduce the uncertainty of the copy to a minimum. It can be said that there are pros and cons.

So he said, "I want to discuss this with my companions."

"Go! Why not! That's Moscow!" This was Bekelev's first reaction.

"If I have to fight, I'd rather be in Moscow," Leah said.

As Soviet people, many people had a pilgrimage-like mentality towards Red Square and Stalin, even though the place was on the brink of war.

So the next morning, he replied to the admiral that everyone would go to Moscow together.

But when everyone was packing up, no one noticed that a trace of gloom flashed across Yulia's face.

(End of this chapter)