Burning Moscow

　　 This ridiculous and trivial brief trial ended in this way.

　　 My handcuffs have been loosened, so I no longer need to sit on the chair where I was interrogated just now. Instead, I was kindly invited to the reception room next door. Boskrebeshev even arranged for someone to bring me tea and snacks.

　　 In less than five minutes, Bezikov in the yard was also brought back.

　　 Bezikov, bruised and bruised, could no longer walk on his own. He put his hand on the shoulders of others and walked in, half lifted and half supported by two people. Seeing him coming in, Poskrebeshev smiled embarrassedly at him, and said, "Comrade Bezikov, you have been wronged just now! We did this for revolutionary work. I hope you can understand. Comrade Stalin has already called in person just now to explain the situation and let me arrange for you two to return to your original work positions as soon as possible."

　　 Bezikov stared at him coldly, and said for a long time: "So, when can I return to the garrison headquarters? Comrade Boskrebeshev!"

　　 Boskrebeshev was a little embarrassed when he asked him this way, and said: "You have a rest here first, and I will arrange for someone to take you away right away."

　　I watched Ouchi leave, and asked Bezikov concerned: "How are you?"

　　Who knew that he made a silent gesture at me, and he stood up quickly, closed the door, wandered around the room to check, and even lay on the ground and checked under the table. After a long time, he took a breath and stood up and said to me: "I checked. There is no bug in this room. We can talk."

　　 "Oh." Hearing what he said, I realized what he was up to. I always wanted to figure out why we were arrested inexplicably, and even almost lost our lives, so I opened the door and asked, "What the **** is going on? Why were we arrested? Is it just because we were escorting Comrade Stalin? On the way to the airport, was it because of the encounter and exchange of fire with the Germans who had circled behind our army?"

　　 "You and Stalin are sitting together today. Have you noticed anything strange?" He didn't answer my question directly, but asked me instead.

　　 Listening to what he said, I recalled all the things at that time and found that there were indeed many differences. I organized a vocabulary in my mind, and then slowly told him my findings: "During the time I stayed with Comrade Stalin, I did find a lot of abnormalities."

　　 "Are there any abnormalities? Come and listen." He said with interest.

"First of all, I did not see him smoking, nor did I see him take out the famous pipe that never left my hand. Secondly, in the current situation, his stay in the Kremlin is more important than simply going to the front to boost morale. It’s much bigger. And this time to the Sixteenth Army, there are some deliberate and adventurous elements, which is not in line with Stalin’s character. Because he clearly knows that if there is any accident on the front line, he will be morale of the people. Both are fatal blows..."

　　 Hearing what I said this, Bezikov nodded repeatedly and said, "Your analysis is very reasonable. Keep talking."

"Even if Comrade Stalin thought about frontline inspections, the troops accompanying him should at least be escorted by the most elite Central Guard Corps, and this time only the troops of the Garrison Headquarters were deployed. This is not in line with common sense. Also, Stalin's Identity, there should be some big people who are going to accompany you. But I found that among all the escorts, you have the highest rank."

"Through these, what conclusion have you come to?" When he said this, he took two cubes of sugar and put them in the teacup, picked up the small spoon and stirred it lightly for a few times, and then put the spoon into it. Out of the mouth.

　　 I hesitated for a moment, and finally hesitated to say my guess: "Could it be... that everyone saw in the Sixteenth Army not Comrade Stalin himself, but just his... his stand-in?"

　　 As soon as my voice fell, I heard a local sound. The spoon in his hand had fallen on the table, and it hit the table with a crisp sound. He didn't care about this, he rushed over and grabbed my arm, and couldn't wait to ask: "How do you know this secret?"

"It's easy!" I shrugged and said lightly: "The Stalin who was in the car with us was seriously injured. According to my observation, even if he is not dead, he is seriously injured. If this is the case, he should be lying now. I was unconscious in bed and it was impossible to call Poskrebshev at all. I heard the voice on the phone just now. I was still full of breath and did not feel hurt for a long time. Based on all kinds of observations and guesses, I Only then boldly speculated: In fact, what we saw today is not the real Stalin, but just a stand-in for him."

After 　　 said, I stared at him intently. He was silent for a while, and then slowly said: "Your analysis is right! What we are escorting today is not the real Stalin, but just a stand-in. In order to inspire the morale of the front and stabilize the current front. Comrade Stalin wanted to. This is a good way to cheer up the generals without taking risks personally. However, the subsequent attack was completely accidental."

　　 "Do you know why Boskrebeshev arrested us at the airport?" I am most concerned about this issue.

　　 "He was afraid that we would spread the news of fake Stalin's injury, which would affect the morale of the people, so he made this move and took such temporary emergency measures."

　　 "But what he did is too ridiculous," I said dissatisfiedly: "If it weren't for Comrade Stalin's phone call, you and I would have been shot by him now."

"Oh!" He sighed leisurely, and said, "I didn't expect things to turn out to be like this. I thought it was just a temporary secrecy measure taken by him, so I obediently obeyed it. Unexpectedly, after coming here, He actually used torture to extract a confession and made me admit that I was a spy."

　　 "Do you admit it?" I am very concerned about whether he is a cartilage.

　　 "No!" He answered very simply.

　　 "Since I didn't admit it, why did he drag you to be shot." Thinking back to the scene just now, my cold sweat can't help but stop.

　　 "Only the dead can keep a secret. So, if Stalin didn't call to protect us personally, with the character of Ouchi, he would be at ease only if we became dead."

　　 "However, it's not just the two of us who knew about the injury to the substitute. Many of the soldiers who met at the airport that day saw it."

"Humph!" He snorted, and continued: "If I guess correctly, those fighters will soon be sent to the most dangerous place on the front line. As long as these fighters die, no one will know that they were injured. News."

　　 "Ah!" Hearing what he said, I felt that my underwear was wet with sweat. I just accidentally saw something that I shouldn't see, and I couldn't escape the ending of being killed. This is too terrifying!

　　 Both he and I were silent~www.novelmt.com~ The room was silent.

　　The door of the room was pushed open, and the one who came in was the Krochkov who had just given me a confession to sign, and he was carrying our confiscated weapon. He put the weapon on the table, then said coldly: "You can go now, the car is waiting outside."

　　 I supported Bezikov and walked out after Krochkov. There were a lot of people coming and going on the corridor, and they all came to the side when they saw us, giving us way.

　　Walking, I suddenly found that the female guard who kicked me was standing not far away and chatting with several other female guards. I stared at her fiercely, let go of my right hand and grabbed Bezikov's hand, and directly touched my waist, quickly unfastened the holster of the pistol and grabbed the cold handle.

　　The female guard saw me, but also noticed my behavior. She took a few steps back in a panic and dodged behind the others.

　　 I hesitated for a moment, released the hand holding the gun, buckled the holster, grabbed Bezikov's hand again, and helped him to move forward. I knew in my heart that it was not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years. It would be too cheap to kill her with such a shot. I thought viciously, as long as there is a chance, one day I will torture this female guard to death.

There was a black car parked outside the building. Krochkov stepped forward and opened the rear door for us, and then said dryly: "You get in the car, and the driver will take you to your destination~www.novelmt .com~Book friends are welcome to visit and read, the latest, fastest and hottest serial works are all at ~www.novelmt.com~