Although Zhukov asked me, his eyes were looking at Chernyakhovsky, as if he wanted to get the answer he wanted from him. Seeing this, I closed my mouth tactfully and turned my eyes to Chernyakhovsky, waiting for him to tell Zhukov about our thrilling experience on the way.

As soon as Chernyakov finished speaking, he immediately replied: "Report to Comrade Marshal, Lida and I were attacked by an enemy cavalry of more than fifty people on our way to the Tank Brigade. With the support of the troops coming to reinforce, we have wiped out all the cavalry."

"Enemy's cavalry?" After listening to Chernyakovsky's brief description, Zhukov turned his head and looked at Rokosovsky and asked in surprise: "Comrade Rokosovsky, do the Germans have established cavalry?"

Rokosovsky shook his head and said with a blank look: "Since the German army has such a strong armored force, the cavalry is an optional army for them. In the information I have obtained, the Germans have never heard of any established cavalry troops except for a few cavalry used for communication and reconnaissance."

"That's right, comrade Marshal." Chernyakovsky found that Zhukov and Rokosovsky had a misunderstanding and quickly explained: "What we encountered was not the German cavalry, but the Hungarian cavalry. They should have bypassed our army's defense line and passed through the forest. They happened to meet our convoy, so the battle broke out."

After listening to Chernyakovsky's narrative, Zhukov walked around the table and walked to me, asking with concern: "Lida, you are not injured, are you?"

"No, Comrade Marshal." I was very afraid that Zhukov was worried, so I quickly replied: "The enemy was killed before he even approached me."

"Is it really okay?" Before Zhukov could speak, Rokosovsky also walked around from the back of the table, walked to me, looked up and down, and asked nervously, "Are you sure you are really not injured?"

"Comrade Rokosovsky, don't worry about Lida. She is lucky and will never be a problem." After Zhukov confirmed that I was not injured, his expression on his face became relaxed, so he even said to Rokosovsky jokingly: "During the Moscow Defense War, I took her to the front line for inspection, and I had encountered German tanks, but in the end it was safe."

Then the two and Chernyakovsky put forward some guidance on the deployment of the 60th Army, and then shook hands and said goodbye to him.

I was wondering whether I should stay or when I followed Rokosovsky back to the front headquarters, Zhukov, who passed by me, stopped and looked at me and asked, "Lida, what are you still standing here?" Without waiting for me to speak, he added, "Go back to Moscow with me." After that, he and Rokosovsky walked outside side by side.

"Yes!" After I agreed loudly, I turned my eyes to Chernyakhovsky and saw what was happening. After Chernyakhovsky met my eyes, he opened his mouth and said something silently. Although there was no sound, I still analyzed from his mouth shape that he said: "Don't forget to mention it to the Marshal about replenishing equipment for us."

I nodded at him, saying that I would take his affairs to heart, and then turned around and followed Zhukov and others out of the command of the Tank Brigade.

We didn't get far from the command center. Zhukov stopped and asked Rokosovsky: "Where are you going next?"

Rokosovsky quickly replied: "I plan to go to the defense zones of the 38th and 40th armies to see. They are next to the incompletely established Voronezh Front. Once the Germans head north from Belgorod, their location will be the focus of the enemy's attack."

"Since that's the case," Zhukov said thinking, "Then you and Comrade Telekine will hurry over as soon as possible." Seeing Rokosovsky agreeing, he turned around and left, he quickly called him and told him. "Rida was attacked by the enemy on the way here just now. In order to ensure safety, bring more people when you go later."

"I understand, Comrade Marshal. I will take a guard company to go with you." After saying this, Rokosovsky also said to Zhukov with concern. "Comrade Marshal, although from here to Moscow, it is the defense zone of our army, but for the sake of safety, I will send you more troops."

"No," Zhukov simply rejected Rokosovsky's proposal and said, "Your troops are limited, how can you send these precious troops to go back to the rear with me? I don't need to worry about my safety. The two trucks of soldiers who came with me are all experienced and are enough to deal with all emergencies."

After he finished speaking, seeing that Rokosovsky wanted to persuade him again, he raised his hand to stop him and said stubbornly: "Besides, the route back is all within our defense line. Even if we encounter sneak attacks from the enemy again, as long as we can hold on for half an hour, the reinforcements nearby will arrive."

Seeing that Zhukov's stubbornness came up, Rokosovsky stopped entangling with him, but turned his attention to me: "Lida, Comrade Marshal's safety along the way, please give me more trouble."

"Okay, OK, Comrade Rokosovsky, why do you talk so much nonsense? I have never been on the battlefield. When I encounter danger, don't I know that I should protect myself and ask others for help?" After saying that, he quickly walked to the jeep, opened the door on the side of the passenger seat, and shouted at me: "Lida, what are you still doing there? Why don't you get in the car quickly!" After saying that, he bent down and got into the car, and closed the door with a touch.

I raised my hand and saluted Rokosovsky, and said to him with a smile: "Comrade Commander, don't worry, as long as I am here, I will never let any accidents happen to Comrade Marshal. Goodbye, there will be a date later!"

"There will be a time later!" He said, stretching out his hand to me and shaking me hard.

As soon as I sat firmly in the back row, Zhukov ordered the driver: "Drive!"

As our car was driving on the muddy road, Zhukov said without looking back: "This Rokosovsky is also too cautious. The areas we pass by are all in the depth of our defense line. At most, there are sporadic German scouts plaguing in. They cannot pose any threat to us."

When I heard Zhukov say this, I couldn't help but look back at the two trucks following behind, and thought to myself, "Even if I encounter the kind of sneak attack I've experienced today, with the strength of Zhukov's guards, it's still more than enough." I turned around. I wanted to hear what Zhukov had to say, but who knew he leaned against the back of the chair, lowered his head and began to close his eyes to rest.

Zhukov could close his eyes and rest, but after experiencing the attack just now, I had to remain vigilant enough. I held the assault rifle in my hand tightly and looked at both sides of the road with my eyes vigilantly, afraid that a group of people would pop up from the forest again.

Unexpectedly, the more I was worried about, the more I came. After about ten minutes of driving, I suddenly saw a group of people rushing out of the forest on the east side of the road from afar. I immediately shouted nervously: "There are enemies, the driver, stop quickly, there are enemies in front." After that, I picked up the assault rifle and prepared to shoot.

"Enemma, where is the enemy?" The jeep's sudden brakes and my panic shouts woke Zhukov, who was resting with his eyes closed, and he asked vigilantly: "Where is the enemy?"

"In the right front of the road, Comrade Marshal." I replied with a panic expression: "Just come out of the forest, there are at least a dozen or twenty people."

Zhukov looked in the direction I said, and after a while, he turned to me and said, "That's not the enemy, it's our own people. Didn't you see that all you wear are our army uniforms? Drive the car over."

When I saw the driver following Zhukov's orders and driving the car towards the group of people, my heart was in my throat, and my fingers were kept on the trigger and I didn't move it away. As soon as I found that something was wrong, I immediately fired.

As we got closer and closer to the group of people, I finally saw that the people were indeed wearing our uniforms. Except for a few people with weapons in their hands, most of them were bare hands. Seeing this, I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that since their weapons were seriously insufficient, even if they were disguised by the German army, there was nothing scary. Thinking of this, I moved my finger away from the trigger.

The group obviously heard the movement. They all stopped and stood there, waiting for our car to drive over. When the car stopped in front of them, Zhukov pushed open the door and asked loudly at them, "Who are you commanders, come here."

As he shouted, a second lieutenant wearing a steel helmet walked out of the crowd, and saw him with a beard, his military uniform was covered with dry mud, and a bobosha submachine gun was hung on his chest. He came to the car, raised his hand and saluted Zhukov, and said politely: "Hello, Comrade Soviet Marshal, do you have any instructions?"

Zhukov looked at the lieutenant in front of him and asked with a serious expression: "Lieutenant, where did you come from?"

"From near Belgorod." The lieutenant straightened his body and replied in a hoarse voice.

"Belgorod," Zhukov sneered after hearing the place name, then looked at the lieutenant and asked bluntly: "The Germans seized Belgorod a week ago. Where did you escape?"

"No, comrade Marshal." The lieutenant replied in a humble manner: "We are affiliated with the Voronezh Front. After Kharkov was disbanded by the Germans, our battalion retreated to Belgorod, and after another battle with the Germans there, we retreated into the forest. We walked in the forest for a week and came here today."

"Where is your battalion commander?" Zhukov continued.

"I am the battalion commander." The lieutenant replied.

Zhukov looked him up and down and asked with interest: "I don't know what contribution you have made, but you have been promoted so quickly?"

"At first I was just a platoon leader. When the company commander was beaten to death, I became the company commander." The lieutenant continued to answer in his original tone: "After the battalion commander, I was the highest rank among the remaining people, so I naturally became the battalion commander. There were still twenty-one people left in the battalion, all of whom were here."

"Where are you going?" Zhukov's tone became friendly when he heard the lieutenant say this.

"I don't know either," said the lieutenant, shaking his head, "After we retreated into the forest, we were separated from the large army, so we could only retreat in the direction of Moscow, hoping to meet the main force and join them."

"Comrade Lieutenant, you are now getting further and further away from the Voronezh Front and have entered the defense zone of the Central Front." Zhukov took out his notebook, wrote a few strokes on it with a pencil, and then tore off the page of paper and handed it to the lieutenant, saying, "Comrade Lieutenant, you and your people don't have to retreat to the north anymore, find a nearby army to join them. If you hand this piece of paper to the commander of that unit, they will arrange yours properly."

The second lieutenant took the paper from Zhukov and was about to speak when a commander in the car behind rushed over, saluted Zhukov and asked, "Comrade Marshal, is there any place to serve me?"

Zhukov looked at his subordinates sideways, then looked at the miserable soldiers in front of him, and then ordered the officer to say, "Get some food from the car for the lieutenant and the others. After staying in the forest for so long, I guess there will be no food again."

Seeing the officer running to the back to get food, the second lieutenant standing next to him raised his hand and saluted Zhukov, and said excitedly: "Thank you, thank you, Comrade Marshal. We will always remember your kindness to us."

Zhukov closed the door without comment and ordered the driver again: "Drive!"

I looked out the car window with my head tilted and ragged but straight standing, and said to Zhukov with emotion: "Comrade Marshal, these commanders and soldiers are all good. As long as they have a good meal, have a good sleep, and equip them with weapons, they will be an elite army."

When I heard that I mentioned the replenishment of weapons, Zhukov was silent. After a while, he said: "Lida, we planned to install the new assault rifle in your hand some time ago, but judging from the current situation, the installation time may be greatly retreated."

"Time is about to retreat, why, Comrade Marshal?" Zhukov's words surprised me. In desperation, I forgot the difference between the upper and lower levels and asked directly: "Is there something wrong with our production line?"

"There is no problem with the production line," Zhukov turned around and said to me: "It's because there is a problem with the raw materials. The materials needed for the new assault rifle have not arrived for a long time, so our production has to stop." (~^~)
Chapter completed!