947 twisted life
"Before Moscow was surrounded, we hoped to increase the total amount of medicines stored in the city, but in fact the amount was decreasing." When he said this, Khrushchev no longer wanted to listen.
"Now, thousands of soldiers die every day, and many of them can actually be rescued. Unfortunately, we don't have medicine, so we can only watch them die in the hospital..." The Soviet general led by the Soviet Union added with regret.
"I don't care about their life or death! They should all die here for the Soviet Union! They should all die there!" Khrushchev slapped his table and shouted to the officials who provided advice.
His shouting left the entire venue without any sound, and everyone could only shut up and look at Khrushchev, waiting for him to say more excessive things.
Sure enough, Khrushchev was already hysterical. He slapped the table and shouted: "Go to Konev to tell these things! I only care about the progress of the underground passage! We will continue to fight underground and eliminate the enemy!"
The underground passage that did not exist at all was impossible to save Moscow. Everyone knows this very well.
The only thing that can save them is the path on the ground that still exists. Within a few hours, the path will disappear.
"Have your wife been sent out?" As he left the conference room, the medical officer came to another official and asked.
The official looked at both sides, lowered his voice and replied, "Yes, I sent it out a week ago..."
Because civilians were allowed to leave Moscow, many officials sent their families to Vladimir and even further away.
Although there were orders that did not allow the officials' families to retreat, no one would pursue such a matter in the chaotic Moscow.
Everyone was tacit, and I gave me what you gave me. The officials who were inspecting this matter also joined in the crowd and used the same channels to send their relatives out of Moscow, which was becoming more and more like hell.
There are even many grassroots officials who have escaped themselves regardless of the risks of being tracked down. Many grassroots jobs have now been paralyzed, making the chaos in Moscow more obvious.
"Please store more drinking water at home. Maybe we can only risk going to the river to fetch water tomorrow." The official gave some advice.
The medical supervisor also whispered: "Come to my office in the afternoon and I will give you some medicines, which will always be useful at this time."
"Thank you! I hope we can all be safe." Hearing this, the official thanked him very movedly.
A Soviet general walked past the two of them, coughed, pretending not to hear it.
The two of them immediately closed their mouths and walked out of Khrushchev's underground air defense bunker command one after another.
At the gate, the general stopped and said to the two people who followed him: "I also need some medicine. Can you give me some?"
"How much does it cost?" The official in charge of medical care asked in a dilemma. Although he has great power, it is taboo to do too much to make a living.
"I need 1,000 people to use... The 5th Guards Infantry Division has 1,000 people lying on the hospital bed waiting for medicine..." the general said coldly.
Hearing this, the official in charge of medical care was obviously relieved. Business is business, and Khrushchev would not do anything to him even if something went wrong.
Although the number is a bit large, it is still within his control, so he nodded and agreed: "Okay, I'll approve these medicines in the afternoon."
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"What is this?" The German soldier lying on the hospital bed looked at a beautiful can placed on the head of the bed.
"The nutritious meal this morning. The wounded who were not sent back to the rear had one, everyone." The young and beautiful nurse replied with a smile on her face.
She had no reason not to smile because she had an indescribable thing with the handsome colonel who lived in the officer's injury ward while on duty last night, which made her feel very good.
This is war, and people become difficult to understand in war. One-night stands are just insignificant adjustments in a war like disaster.
Moreover, working in the medical department, although the work intensity is very high, it is also a place with high welfare.
Every day, she has special work allowances, which are distributed directly to her parents. The benefits at work are also very good. For example, today, she can eat specially provided nutritious foods with the injured.
Ordinary wounded people will not touch female nurses, because on the one hand, they are injured and have no ability at all. On the other hand, they also thank the nurses, thinking that it was the nurses and doctors who saved their lives.
Of course, another important reason is that these nurses may have some stories with senior officers in the Army Group Command. It is easy to get into trouble if you provoke such women.
This was during the war. Maybe I really offended a senior officer and was transferred to the front line of Moscow City. I fought for another two weeks and couldn't wait for the rotation... I guess the possibility of coming back is not high.
The wounded picked up the cannon at the bedside with his hands as if it was a timer as the artillery position in the distance.
This is a glass canned peach, and the fruit inside is very attractive. In order to let the wounded feel the warmth of home, there is also a piece of advertising paper with jokes on the canned canned one.
The joke above is actually not funny, but this thought touched the wounded soldiers. They were originally the unlucky group, and they felt much more comfortable with this touch.
After all, the injured who can get these cans cannot be sent back to the rear to recuperate.
"I'll help you open it." The nurse still had a warm smile on her face and helped unscrew the can lid.
The wounded soldier quickly thanked: "Thank you, your care is really meticulous... I'm glad to meet you, Miss Nurse Sophia."
When he thanked him, he had a little inferiority complex because he was just an ordinary soldier and his family was just an ordinary family.
Chapter completed!