"Comrade Captain, it's time for us to leave. The Germans are coming soon." Just as Chu Sinan was still saluting Suchekov's body, the young Soviet soldier who had just held the map next to him whispered.

"Oh, I get it," Chu Sinan came to his senses and looked at the understanding young soldier with thick eyebrows and big eyes, "Who is your name?"

"Private Akhromeyev reported to the captain!" The young soldier was stunned for a moment, then stood up and replied respectfully.

"Well, I..." Chu Sinan said a word and then paused suddenly. Then he looked at the childish young Su army soldier beside him in shock, and asked hesitantly, "You said, what did you say you're your name?"

"Private Sergei Fedrovich Akhromeyev reported to the captain!" Perhaps he hoped that this foreigner who had just taken over as captain temporarily remembered his name. The young soldier reported his complete name this time. Of course, all he could get was Chu Sinan's even weirder expression.

At this time, Chu Sinan was really mixed with emotion. He felt that fate was a big joke with him. Akhromeyev, the winner of the title of Soviet hero, received countless medals in his life, including four medals of Lenin, one medal of October Revolution, two medals of Red Star, one medal of first-class medal of the Patriotic War, etc. He was awarded the rank of Soviet Marshal in 1983. His life was definitely full of legend and out of reach for ordinary people. At the end of the Soviet Union, he was almost one of the main leaders of the Soviet military, serving as the chief of staff of the Soviet army and Gorbachev's military adviser.

To be honest, Chu Sinan has no good feelings for this character. One reason is that he personally formulated a military action plan for invading Afghanistan and had given Vietnam's military actions to invade China. Two reason is that this guy is also a complete Soviet expansionist. But how about it, letting such a person who was later in power and out of reach for him stand in front of him and listen to the orders respectfully is enough to shock anyone to have a dislocated chin.

What's more, although Chu Sinan doesn't like this guy, he still admires this real, absolutely patriotic marshal from the bottom of his heart. He can't forget the tragic ending of the old marshal. He can even recite the last words written by the old marshal when he committed suicide after the collapse of the Soviet Union: "When the motherland is about to perish and the entire meaning of my life is destroyed, I can't live anymore. My age and the life journey I have gone through give me the power to die, and I fight to the last breath of my life."

A last words without heroic words, a purely soldier's life journey, with the form of a soldier as the beginning of his life and the end of his life. He did not even engrave his glorious life on the tombstone, and only used a few simple phrases to pass on his descendants - "Communists, patriots, and soldiers."

In the hazy, Chu Sinan seemed to have given up the curse of fate for the first time. He felt that being able to come to this era inexplicably should be a lucky thing for him, to be precise, for every soldier. Because he would have the opportunity to come into contact with some people who could only see in TV movies or military textbooks in the past. Those people were military geniuses, war masters - Zhukov, Huasilevsky, Budonny, etc., and even Patton and Montgomery.

, Eisenhower, Montgomery... and... Chu Sinan was excited. Of course, he would not forget that the country was in chaos at this time. The old revolutionaries and legendary figures who only existed in their memory all appeared in this world one by one. He had the opportunity to see them alive, maybe, maybe he could fight side by side with them and become comrades in the army. What a high honor this would be for a soldier?! A real man has established himself here, even if he dies without regrets!

In less than an hour, Chu Sinan seemed to be stunned twice, but the reason for being stunned twice was very different. The previous time was to sigh, this time was to be fantasized - fantasize the old seniors.

Just as he was thinking about how to lead the Soviet Red Army to fight against the Japanese devils, how to play with Zhukov, how to compete for pipes with Stalin, how to divide cigars with Patton, how to compete for wheelchairs with Roosevelt, how to ridicule Churchill for a fat heart, how...what..., the top soldier Akhromeyev, who had been waiting next to him for a long time, finally spoke.

"Comrade Captain, are we... time to retreat? The Germans are about to chase after us." Akhromeev said softly.

"Oh, retreat, retreat, retreat," Chu Sinan came to his senses. This was not the best time to think about it. The German gunshots were getting closer and closer. If he did not retreat, he would probably have the chance to drink and smoke with King Yama. He just didn't know if the Soviet Union in 1941 had an office for King Yama.

"Comrade Akhromeev," Chu Sinan asked with a serious expression on his face, "I remember the map shows that it is about to enter the swamp not far ahead. Are there any of our surviving comrades familiar with this swamp?"

"Captain, I am more familiar with the terrain of this area," Akhromeev replied without hesitation. "A few days ago, when the troops were heading to the front line, I had asked several local comrades and roughly figured out the situation of this swamp."

"Oh?" Chu Sinan was stunned, and then he not only admired this young soldier who was destined to become a marshal in the future. Needless to say, the reason why he did this was definitely because he was not optimistic about the war on the front line, so he was exploring the retreat route in case of emergencies. Perhaps from this point of view, the young Akhromeyev was stronger than the so-called high-ranking leaders of the Supreme Command of the Soviet Army, more of the vision of judging the situation, and more strategic skills to plan and then act.

Feeling that he seemed to be about to be distracted again, Chu Sinan shook his head hurriedly, and then said to Akhromeev beside him: "Okay, Comrade Akhromeev, please lead the way. Whether we can pass the swamp area smoothly, continue to revolution alive, continue to contribute to the great Soviet regime, and continue to fight against the evil German fascism depends entirely on you."

The young Akhromeyev shook, as if Chu Sinan said something that even he felt unrestrained, which touched him a lot. He stood up suddenly, first saluted Chu Sinan with a determined face, and then turned around without saying a word to walk forward.
Chapter completed!