"General, you..." Of course, she would not be satisfied with an answer that changed the concept, so she chased and wanted to continue asking questions, but at this time, Chu Sinan stood up and ended the interview.

"Miss Biatrisa, as we said before, twenty minutes have come," Chu Sinan raised his wrist and pointed to the watch on his hand and said, "So, I can only regret to tell you that until now, I have other things to deal with. Thank you for your cooperation."

"But..." Just as Biatrisa wanted to say something more, a phone ringing came.

"I'm sorry," Chu Sinan made a gesture of waiting, then picked up the phone receiver on the table.

"Come to my room, there is an emergency in Moscow." On the phone, Tukhachevsky's tone showed a nervous and seriousness. Chu Sinan knew that something must have happened.

"Okay, I'll go there right away." Chu Sinan agreed, then hung up the phone, turned around and shrugged at Biyatrisa with a look of interest, "Miss Biyatrisa, look, I didn't lie to you. Next, I do have important things to deal with. I think, let's go here today. If I have the chance next time, I will definitely accept your interview again."

Although he was not satisfied with this interview, Biatrisa knew there was nothing she could do. She cleaned up her things, then stood up and said, "Okay, since that's the case, I won't bother the general. However, I hope that as the general said, the general will give me more time in the next interview, and I believe that that day will not be long, because I am currently applying for an interview project from the newspaper. If I get the approval, I will go to the Soviet Union to experience the country that the general mentioned, as well as your life and battle."

"Oh," Chu Sinan was slightly stunned, and then smiled, "Then I will welcome you in advance. If the lady really can come to the Soviet Union one day, I believe you will gain a lot."

"I hope so." Biyatrisa shook hands with Chu Sinan and said at the same time.

"I'll send you out." Chu Sinan made a gesture of invitation and led Biyatrisa to the door. "Miss Biyatrisa, please say hello to your father for me."

"I will, thank you general, please stay." At the door, Biatrisa said respectfully.

After seeing off Biatrisa, Chu Sinan returned to his room and prepared for a while, then went straight to the room arranged by the hotel for Tukhachevsky. He could not wait to find out what news was coming to Moscow.

Tukhachevsky's room was on the floor of Chu Sinan's room. Due to his stay, the hotel has completely closed this floor. Whether in the corridor or in the elevator, there are live ammunition-based American police guards, without special approval. No one can go up. Of course, as a general of the Soviet Union, Chu Sinan is not among the restricted ones.

Walking outside Tukhachevsky's door, Chu Sinan greeted the two guards who were in charge of the guards first, and then knocked on the door gently.

"Come in," the door opened, Tukhachevsky appeared inside the door in casual clothes. He glanced at Chu Sinan and said.

"Mikhail, what happened?" Chu Sinan walked into the door and said straight to the point.

"Sit down first," Tukhachevsky said, frowned and pointed at the sofa in the center of the spacious living room.

Chu Sinan nodded, walked to the sofa and sat down, then stared at Tukhachevsky blankly, looking at him, just waiting for the other party to give him an answer.

"Look, this is just sent from Moscow this morning." After Chu Sinan sat down, Tukhachevsky said, pointing to a telegram on the table.

"Oh," Chu Sinan glanced at him, then took the telegram from the table.

The content on the telegram is simple, but the earthquake effect it brings is definitely enough.

Just two days ago, Huasilevsky and the two armies he directly commanded were surrounded by the German Sixth Army in the front line of Karachi. At present, the Soviet troops in the inner encirclement of Karachi have completely cut off the contacts of Moscow and Stalingrad by the German army. Huasilevsky and his Stalingrad front were also locked in the encirclement.

At the same time, the Japanese Kwantung Army was also ready to move. They gathered troops in Manchuria and Mongolia, China. Although their specific trends are not clear, they think they should be related to the content published in American newspapers.

"We were fooled by Americans after all," Tukhachevsky sat down opposite Chusinan and frowned, "they are forcing us to accept the reality of fighting against Japan."

Chu Sinan suddenly realized that this Washington meeting and the unique Congress meeting can be said to be a trap arranged in advance by the Americans. Once the final agreement between the Soviet Union, the United States and Britain was reached, their newspapers would disclose these matters. You should know that even if the United States has declared war on Japan, there is no Japanese spy in the territory of the United States, and these news published in the newspapers are even more unlikely not to be learned by the Japanese military government. In this case, Japan cannot be vigilant about the Soviet Union's movements.

The Americans did make a good plan. As long as the Japanese were more vigilant towards the Soviet Union, they would definitely ensure that the strength of the troops stationed in Manchuria in China was not too weakened. In this way, even if the Soviet government did not launch a war against Japan on time according to the agreement, the Americans would get some of what they hoped to get, that is, to oppress Japan, so that it could not mobilize the Kanto army to aid the Pacific battlefield.

"Then what should we do?" Chu Sinan asked thinking.

"We will not consider the issue of Japan for the time being," Tukhachevsky waved his hand and said, "After all, wars with them are destined to break out, and it doesn't matter day by day. As long as we are in the Far East, we always maintain a strong deterrence of troops, and I believe they dare not launch an attack before we take action. At present, the first issue we need to consider is the battle of Stalingrad, how to break the current advantageous offensive situation of the German army, how to solve Comrade Vasilevsky from the encirclement and ultimately win this battle, is the problem we should solve at present."

Chu Sinan nodded. Tukhachevsky's consideration was undoubtedly correct. No matter which aspect, Stalingrad cannot be lost. Huasilevsky and his Stalingrad Front Command cannot fall into the hands of the Germans, otherwise the morale of the entire Soviet army would be severely hit.

"Comrade Chu Sinan," Tukhachevsky said at this time, "From the facts, I have to admit that you were probably accurate in the situation of the Battle of Stalingrad. In this matter, I and several other comrades made false estimates, which eventually led to the current difficult situation. I think we should review this."

"Mikhail, this..." Chu Sinan understood that what Tukhachevsky was talking about was the debate between him and Tukhachevsky and several others on the Battle of Stalingrad when he was in Ruby Yangka Prison. The current situation obviously proved that his judgment was correct. However, fundamentally speaking, the views that Tukhachevsky and others were correct at that time were not wrong. They did not have the experience of their own, so it was impossible to know the situation faced by the German army and the most likely measures to take next. In this case, their decisions were steady and should be correct. But this was the battlefield. In many cases, it was not that a general could win if he made a steady decision.

"Okay, don't say more, listen to me first and tell me my decision." Tukhachevsky waved his hand, interrupted Chu Sinan's words, and then said, "At present, the situation in Stalingrad is already quite tense. If the Germans eat up Comrade Huasilevsky's two armies in the short term, then on the battlefield in the front of Stalingrad, we will not have enough troops to defend their attack on the city. And in the Don River Basin, the troops from other directions in order to form an offensive against Karachi in the short term, it is obviously unrealistic. At present, the only thing we can rely on on the front line of Stalingrad is the remaining sixty-sixth and sixtyth, the remaining sixtyth, of the Stalingrad Front Army.

2, and 64, and three armies. In terms of overall strength, these three fronts still have a big gap compared with the Sixth Army of the German Army opposite them. Most importantly, due to the encirclement of Comrade Vasilevsky, these three armies also lost tactical cooperation in the short term. Therefore, what we urgently need to do now is to re-appoint a main commander of the Stalingrad Front. This commander must be competent for one task, that is, to lead his troops to fight for one month to one and a half months outside Stalingrad and even the city area, delay the rhythm of the German offensive, and cooperate with the troops in other directions to ultimately form an encirclement of the German army on this front."

Although the strategic intentions that Tukhachevsky mentioned were not detailed, Chu Sinan had already understood that this time, the Soviet army planned to use Stalingrad and the Soviet troops stationed in the area as bait to attract as many German offensive troops as possible and eventually annihilate them here.

This is inevitable and destined to be a cruel battle. The general who is responsible for the intelligent command mission of the Stalingrad region must be a commander with strong will and good at commanding defensive operations, because what he has to face will be the crazy attack of the German army several times his own. At the same time, he must minimize casualties in his troops during the arduous defense. After all, he has only three armies in his hands, with only more than 100,000 troops, but he has to persist for more than a month.

"Do you understand what I mean, Comrade Chu Sinan?" Tukhachevsky waited for a while and said in a heavy tone.

"I understand." Chu Sinan nodded and said.

"Then do you think, among our commanders, is anyone competent for this task?" Tukhachevsky continued.

"This..." Chu Sinan hesitated. This was a difficult recommendation. No matter who he recommended, it would be like pushing the other party into the fire pit.

"In the command, Comrade Zhukov asked to take on this job," said Tukhachevsky. "But I think his talent is not enough to be competent for this task. In my opinion, Comrade Zhukov is only suitable for organizing offensive operations under superior forces, and this need to be defensive to fight with weak defeats and strong will be difficult for him to command. Comrade Meletskov also asked to command this battle, but he..."

"Mikhail, I understand what you mean," Chu Sinan said before he could finish his words. "If you trust me, I am willing to accept this task. And I can guarantee that I will lead my troops until the final victory of this battle. We will be like a nail and a wooden wedge, firmly nailed to the outskirts of Stalingrad, the city, every inch of land and every block there, will be our position to block and destroy the enemy."

Tukhachevsky looked at Chu Sinan quietly, his eyes containing something that Chu Sinan could not understand.

"Comrade Chu Sinan. As I said, whether it is Zhukov, Meletskov, or even Konev and Huasilevsky, they are not those generals who are good at attacking the strong with weak. I know this very clearly." After a long time, Tukhachevsky said, "In this regard, you are the only one who is optimistic about it. Similarly, I hope you can do it well this time and not let all yours down."

"Don't worry, I have unparalleled confidence on the battlefield." Chu Sinan said with a smile.

"Okay, go back and prepare. I will give President Roosevelt a note and let him arrange a trip back to Moscow as soon as possible," Tukhachevsky said, then took out a letter from his casual pocket and handed it to Chu Sinan. "I'm afraid I can't go back with you. I'll have to delay here for a few more days. You can take this letter with you, and after you go back, he will notify the Politburo of your appointment."

"Well, I understand." Chu Sinan nodded and said, "As soon as I return to Moscow, I will turn around to Stalingrad as soon as possible."

"You go," Tukhachevski stood up, walked straight to the living room window, looked at the bustling Washington street outside the window, and said in a heavy tone, "Take care for yourself."

"I can do it." Chu Sinan responded, then stood up and walked towards the door.

"Chu," Tukhachevsky said suddenly when Chu Sinan walked to the door.

"Mikhail, what else is there?" Chu Sinan turned around and asked in confusion.

"But what the outcome of the battle is, remember to save my life," Tukhachevsky said without looking back, "The war against the Japanese will be officially launched at the end of the year. I hope to see you at that time, and I hope you can still win glorious victory for me and our Soviet government."

Tukhachevsky's words made Chu Sinan stunned for a moment. Although he had longed to hear this sentence since the day he entered the Kremlin, he still felt a little difficult to adapt to when he actually heard it. What does it mean to be overjoyed and what does it mean to be surprised? Chu Sinan did have a deep understanding at this time.

Commanding millions of Soviet troops; commanding t-34 tanks all over the mountains; commanding eight platoons to shoot sixteen consecutive shots, and even the twelve platoons to shoot twenty-four consecutive shots, to fight the Japanese. Fighting northeast, fighting North Korea, Hokkaido, Honshu, Shikoku, and Tokyo, Kyoto... He personally sent Okamura Nishiji, Tojo Hideki and others to the gallows. For Chu Sinan, what else is more tempting than this?

The same thing is said, for Chu Sinan, the war with the Japanese was far more attractive than the war with the Germans, and it made him feel the sense of accomplishment of victory.

"What's wrong, don't you like this war?" Tukhachevsky suddenly turned around and stared at Chu Sinan and asked.

"No, no, no, I can't wait." Chu Sinan explained hurriedly, "Mikhail, I have never been as confident as I am at this moment. Believe me. From this moment on, Stalingrad will be, oh, no, it is destined to be an insurmountable natural barrier for the Germans."

"Then get back to my room and pack up!" Tukhachevsky cursed, but there was a clear smile of satisfaction in his eyes. "We don't have time to delay more."

"Yes, Comrade Mikhail." Chu Sinan made a snap and made an action of standing attentively. Then, another standard military salute was heard, and then he ran out of the door with joy.

Watching Chu Sinan's figure disappear quickly outside the door, Tukhachevsky showed a comforting smile, but his smile quickly condensed on the corners of his eyebrows, and then it was replaced by a painful twitch.

He stroked his hand at the position of his heart, slowly moved to a desk by the window and sat down, then poured out two pills from a medicine bottle on the table and put them in his mouth, and took it in front of a cup of cold white water.

After about fifteen or sixteen minutes, a hint of rosy slowly floated on Tukhachevsky's cheek, which was pale because of pain. He breathed a long sigh of relief, and then pondered himself: "Hey, maybe it's time to leave something, otherwise, there would be no chance."

Just talking to himself, Tukhachevsky took paper and pen from the table, and after thinking quietly for a while, he wrote: "Mikhail Nikolayevich Tukhachevsky to the Soviet Congress, Central Political Bureau: All Soviet representatives and comrades of the Central Political Bureau, as the great President of the Soviet Union, General Secretary of the Communist Party of the United Nations, I, Tukhachevsky will be forced today..."

Tukhachevsky wrote nearly four or five manuscripts intermittently and intermittently. After he finished, he carefully folded the manuscripts and put them in his close-fitting pocket. At this time, no one except himself knew what was written in this letter, but one day it would be made public.
Chapter completed!