Chapter 196 Zhukov


    When walking up the steps under the direction of the guard''s shlight, Major Gavrilov confessed: "Be careful when you see Comrade Zhukov!"


    "Yes, Comrade Major!" Shulka replied, and then froze in ce.


    "What? What did you say, Comrade Major?" Shulka said: "We are seeing Zhukov?"


    "Is there any question?" Major Gavrilov turned around and asked with some doubts.


    "Oh, no, no problem!" Shulka hurriedly followed.


    Shulka soon realized that... Zhukov was a famous general and a firefighting hero to modern people, but at this time Zhukov had not yetpleted the victory in the defense of Moscow, so he was not yet famous to this extent.


    However, Shulka still felt a heat on his forehead. He was about to meet Zhukov. When the "hero who broke out" saw the "hero who put out the fire", Shulka felt nervous for no reason.


    The corridor waspletely dark, and every window was covered with a thickyer of ck cloth. Shulka would not know where to go if it wasn''t for the shlight from the shlight in the guard''s hand, which was also covered with ck cloth. .


    Then the guard opened a door and signaled the two to go in. After carefully closing the door and covering it with a ck cloth, he opened the door of another room... The light quickly came through that door, a bit like The gates of heaven open in the dark.


    Shulka knew why the guards had to be so careful: it was no joke that the building could be an enemy bombing target if the light shone through.


    Walking into the lighted door, Shulka suddenly felt a sense of light regained, and the tension from seeing Zhukov not long ago disappeared unknowingly.


    This is amand post. It should be the headquarters of the Western Front. The phone and radio station next to it are noisy. Staff officers are running around with telegrams and documents. Zhukov and several staff officers are discussing something in front of the map. He only confessed after the guard stepped forward to report. He said to the staff officer, then turned and walked towards the waiting Major Gavrilov and Shulka.


    "Major, Second Lieutenant!" Zhukov took the initiative to shake hands with the two, and then said "Oh": "You are still wet!"


    "Sorry, Comrade General!" Major Gavrilov said: "We just got off the battlefield and came as soon as we heard the order!"


    "No, it''s okay, Comrade Major!" Zhukov said: "This is the taste of war, I like the taste of war, it contains blood, smoke and courage!"


    As he spoke, Zhukov warmly hugged the two of them respectively, then spread his hands to show the mud that had just been stained on his body, and said, "Look, I also smell like war!"


    Major Gavrilov and Shulka couldn''t helpughing.


    What is rare about Zhukov is that he is not only good at fighting but also good atmunication, and the same is true for soldiers.


    For example, just now, it was real and natural, and it shortened the distance with the two of them.


    Zhukov invited the two to sit down on the armchairs next to him, and then said: "Heroes, you fought a great battle in T! Thank you for your contribution to the mothend and the army! It is hard to imagine that without you What will happen if the Germans retreat, we have at least hundreds of thousands of troops surrounded by the enemy... You know, we are in short supply of troops, if there is such a loss at this time, the consequences will be unimaginable! It can be said that your victory will make the troops even Moscow has escaped a catastrophe!"


    "This is what we should do, Comrade General!"


    "I am honored, Comrade General!"


    "I know you, second lieutenant!" Zhukov said to Shulka: "I read about you in the newspapers. They called you a ''breakout hero'', didn''t they?"


    "Yes, Comrade General!" Shulka stood up and replied, but was quickly stopped by Zhukov.


    "Casual, second lieutenant!" Zhukovughed: "You''d better forget about our military rank, or... just use the military rank as a title!"


    "Yes, Comrade General!"


    "Are you all from Brest?" Zhukov asked.


    "Yes!" Major Gavrilov replied: "Burg River, Brest Fortress!"


    "That is to say, from the moment the war broke out, you have been fighting! Until now?"


    "Yes!"


    "This must be a very interesting experience!" Zhukov said: "If I have time, I would love to hear you tell the whole story!"


    "Of course, Comrade General!"


    "But now..." Zhukov said with regret: "I can only make a long story short. I heard that the 9th Mechanized Army installed telephones on tanks so that they canmunicate with each other without radio equipment. Is this true?"


    "Yes, Comrade General!" Major Gavrilov said: "It was Comrade Shulka''s idea!"


    "Oh?" Zhukov raised his eyebrows and asked Shulka, "Is that so?"


    "Yes, Comrade General!" Shulka replied: "I just hope...they can fight together and y the role of tanks better!"


    "This idea is very good!" Zhukov nodded heavily: "You don''t mind if I use this method on other tanks? I mean copying your idea!"


    "Of course I don''t mind, Comrade General!" Shulka replied.


    After speaking, several peopleughed.


    In fact, judging from Zhukov''s expression, Shulka thinks that Zhukov already knew these things and even used them.


    The reason why I say this now is just a few polite words.


    "I heard that you have made many suggestions, Comrade Shulka!"


    At this moment, the guards brought vodka and water sses. Zhukov took the wine from the guards and poured it for Shulka and Major Gavlov, then said: "And these suggestions have proven to be effective!"


    "I''m not sure, Comrade General!" Shulka said, "I don''t know if they are actually effective, because the battle is not over yet!"


    "Well said!" Zhukov raised his ss and said, "Then, so that we can end this battle and drive the invaders out of ournd!"


    As he spoke, he raised his head and took a few sips.


    "So, Comrade Shulka!" Zhukov said: "Do you have any suggestions for Moscow?"


    "Suggestion? Sorry, Comrade General!" Shulka replied: "I shouldn''t have said this..."


    "Why?" Zhukov interrupted Shulka.


    "because…"


    "Because I''m a general? I''m Zhukov?" Zhukovughed: "What''s the difference? It''s war, Comrade Shulka, it''s a **** war, but it makes me dizzy whether I''m Zhukov or not Brain swelling!"


    Soviet people are like this, after a few sips of wine, foul words follow.


    "Tell me!" Zhukov picked up his ss again, and said in a half-joking and halfmanding tone: "Just like you gave advice to other people before!"