By the time Vatujing woke up again, it was already noon. He opened his eyes and saw someone covering him, which made him feel difficult to breathe.

Then he struggled to sit up and found that the people lying on him, and almost everyone around him, had been killed by the bomb.

"Thank you!" Vatujing wanted to push away the corpse on his body, but found that the other party had already died, and the corpse was already a little stiff.

The guard who rescued him at the last moment could not hear the general's words "Thank you".

Vatujing saw civilians in a hurry to put out fires in the distance, and also saw Soviet soldiers who were cleaning the bodies on the ground.

This place has almost become a ruin. The crater that exploded beside Vatujing was at least 50 meters away. The buildings next to the crater have now become beyond recognition.

"Is anyone?" He struggled for a while and found that his arm might be injured, so he shouted loudly, hoping someone would come to help him.

But there were everywhere the sound of houses collapsed, burning and explosions, and there were shouting and crying everywhere.

No one could hear his screams, he could only rely on himself. After finally pushing away the body beside him, Vatujing could finally see his wound.

His arm was scratched by a piece of flying glass, and blood had soaked the sleeves of his military uniform.

After he struggled to stand up, soldiers and officers finally came over and saw his commander with blood in his arms.

"Comrade General! Comrade General! Are you injured?" Although there were dust and blood on his face and his clothes had changed color by the dirt, the other party could see the shining epaulette on his shoulder at a glance.

"Comrade Stalin... Is Comrade Stalin okay?" When Vatuting asked Stalin's safety as soon as he opened his mouth.

In desperation, he could not save his life without caring about the prefix of the cumbersome great leader. Who else wanted to show those false names?

"I just came back from there. Comrade Stalin, the great leader, is very safe. He is waiting to see you!" The officer came to find Vatutin, so he pointed to the direction where Stalin was.

Although Vatujing could ignore the title of this great leader in desperation, the lowly officers and soldiers did not dare to do so. Even if they were awkward, they still meticulously finished the full title.

"I understand! I need a medical soldier to bandage me before going!" Vatujing looked at his embarrassed clothes and said.

The officer nodded and quickly sent someone to find medical staff. After all, the general himself was injured, so no matter how few medical staff were, it could be found.

Faster than expected, two medical soldiers rushed over, one holding Watujing's arm, and the other began to deal with Watujing's wound.

Because he did not use anesthetics, Vatujing could feel a heart-wrenching pain coming from his arm, but he still gritted his teeth and persevered until the medical staff began to wrap their bandages and loosened his gritted teeth.

Then he took a towel, wiped the sweat from his forehead, then stood up, and ordered: "Assemble the troops! Don't scatter like this anymore! If the regiment commander is killed, use the 1st battalion commander instead. If the 1st battalion commander is also killed, be promoted to 2nd battalion commander."

He looked at the other end of the city burning and exploding in the distance and continued, "A higher level, wait for my personal appointment... the company commander level is the same. The first platoon leader replaced the company commander who died in battle, and the first platoon leader was killed in battle at the same time, let the second platoon leader take over the company commander's position! The platoon leader's squad leader level...and so on!"

"After assembling the troops, complete the replacement and promotion work immediately, and then let the troops gather outside the city! Don't get close to the city!" After Watujing issued the order, he walked towards the car that came to pick him up with his injured arm on his chest.

Bypassing the buildings that were collapsed by shells, the cars bumped into the streets full of rubble and soon arrived at the suburbs.

Outside an intact farm house, there were temporary guard posts standing beside the fence. These men were Stalin's escorts and the most loyal guards.

Watujing got out of the car outside the fence wall of the farm, and asked someone to help slap the dust on his clothes before he walked towards the heavily guarded farm house.

The German bombers didn't know if they would return, so everyone looked very nervous.

Outside the door of the room where Stalin was, Vatuting saw Stalin's secretary with a nervous look on his face.

"Comrade General, why did the German bombers find us? Can our safety be guaranteed?" As soon as he saw Vatuting, Stalin's secretary asked anxiously.

"I don't know that the Germans' flight will not return. I am sorting out the troops, and the losses have not been counted yet." Vatujing replied with a wounded arm.

In fact, half of the blood on the sleeves was not from Vatujin, but from the fallen soldier who threw Vatujin over.

If he had shed so much blood on his own, he would not have the ability to stand and meet Stalin.

But everyone has some clever thoughts. When they come to see Stalin with these blood and dirty clothes, Vatuting certainly has his own considerations.

Sure enough, seeing the blood on his body and the bandaged arms hanging on his chest, Stalin's secretary naturally brought a little closer.

Those who have experienced disasters together, that is, the so-called brothers and brothers, will naturally have the same affection and will be easier to get along with each other.

"Then should we leave here as soon as possible?" Stalin's secretary did not feel disgusted and questioned when he heard Vatujing's answer, but asked for advice.

Knowing that his tragic appearance had played a certain role, Vatujing was not pretentious and replied: "We should leave here as soon as possible, but which path we should go depends on the great leader Comrade Stalin's choice."

"You go in and explain in person. Comrade Stalin, the great leader, is waiting for you!" The secretary pushed open the door beside him, and Vatujing saw Stalin sitting on the bed.

The well-dressed Stalin sat on the edge of the bed, because it was not an office, so there were no office facilities.

There was no phone, no desk or papers here. Stalin looked a little pale, looking at Vatujing who was walking in, as if waiting for Vatujing to speak.

"It's great that you can be fine." Vatujing stood attentively and greeted Stalin with a respectful greeting-
Chapter completed!