In the dim room, Khrushchev was in a very bad mood. He hated such a thing as betraying his compatriots, but he had no choice but to do such a hateful deal one by one.

This feeling of running contrary to faith and ideals is very bad. He vowed that this was the last time he used to damage national interests to exchange for his own living space. Just when he was thinking about these problems, his door was knocked on.

"Who?" Khrushchev asked softly with his eyes closed.

"I'm disturbed, Comrade Khrushchev, I'm Voroshilov." The person outside the door replied softly.

Khrushchev stood up, walked over with his hands behind his back, and opened the door: "Marty Marshal Voroshilov, welcome you to visit. Please come in. Is there a glass of vodka? My wine here is pretty good."

"I came here to discuss something with you." Voroshilov pressed a report on Khrushchev's table: "To be honest, as the marshal of the Soviet Union, I am actually out of date. Modern warfare has exhausted me, Comrade Khrushchev. I am not very proficient in the supplies of modern warfare, and I don't understand the tactics of frontlines."

It seemed that the Soviet marshal had something to say this time. Khrushchev thought to himself, but he didn't say much. He filled the wine glass in his hand with vodka and handed it to Voroshilov who was still talking to himself.

"Thank you." Voroshilov took the wine glass and took a sip: "I can see that you are different from Yeruofu, so I have to come to you for this matter. I am old, and the era of just leading troops to fight is gone forever. Now, no matter what we do, we often have to consider many things. To be honest, I am not good at these."

After taking another sip of wine, he sighed and continued, "To be honest, I have done a lot of things that I know are wrong, but I think the people will forgive me in the end because I just want to live."

"You are too modest, Comrade Voroshilov, Comrade Stalin and I understand that you are a respected veteran and a treasure of our Soviet people." Khrushchev also took a sip of vodka and then spoke up.

"This report was handed over to me by Comrade Georgi Konstantinovich Zhukov, the commander of this battle. You can take a look. I saw the shadow of an old acquaintance on it." Voroshilov pushed the documents in his hand to Khrushchev, and then continued: "We all know that Marshal Tukhachevsky's affairs are the loss of our Soviet Union - I don't mean to bring up old accounts. Loss is a loss, but now we have found a candidate who can replace in the future. I want to ask you to help and leave this hope in our army."

"What do you mean? Do I want me to come forward to save this general?" Khrushchev looked at Voroshilov in confusion, then picked up the document and read it carefully. The document was not long, but it recorded the war situation that happened not long ago in detail. In the document, he highly praised the heroic Ukrainian troops and explained the advantages gained in the process of concentrated use of armored forces.

"We are very short of real military talents now, you should know this. If we ensure that the army will not have a rebellion, then we can just maintain the current situation of the political commissar leading the army. But if we want to win the future war, we should at least leave ourselves some truly capable talents." Voroshilov said, "He is one of the few talents I have seen in the frontline for so long."

Khrushchev nodded and closed the document. Then he glanced at Voroshilov: "I also feel that we have done too much to sell our country to gain power. At least this time, I feel very relieved that I can do something for my country."

Are you relieved? Maybe that's not the case. Khrushchev is thinking about how to put this useful talent, Georgi, Konstantinovich, and Zhukov under his command: If you protect this general named Zhukov, then you will definitely have a say in the military in the future?

"Is this person willing to make his own contribution to the motherland?" Khrushchev asked this question as if he was chatting.

"In fact, this man has a clean background. His father is a shoemaker and his mother works on the farm. The ingredients are very good." Voroshilov said, after all, he was an old marshal who could survive the Great Purge. He knew very well about what those in power wanted: "This man never formed a clique, and was also a young man who was grateful."

This is more artistic. Never forming cliques means there is no interest group, and a low-level background means there is no backer. The adjective that seeks gratitude coincides with Khrushchev's heart.

"Since it is a talent, I think the great motherland will not bury such useful people." Khrushchev thought for a while and said, "I will write a report to Comrade Stalin to give certain affirmation of this battle. I think the motherland will also give the most fair treatment to this commander. Don't worry."

Voroshilov breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that Zhukov had been saved. With a Stalin confidant like Khrushchev as a guarantee, the young general would not have to serve his sentence in the concentration camp in Siberia. However, after all, the Soviet army suffered a loss in the battle on the river beach, and it must have been certain that he would have been put on hold for several years.

"I would recommend him to go to the Far East. Japan has not been very restless recently, but compared to the powerful German army, the Japanese army is still easier to deal with." Khrushchev smiled and said, "He only has an opportunity to prove himself. I will arrange it for him! The commander of the 1st Army of the Mongolian Front has just been tried by the people. I think they will need a wise commander."

This is the rise of openness and darkness. Voroshilov glanced at Khrushchev again at this moment. This person is smarter than he thought. Once he decided to do it, he would do things well at once.

Voroshilov nodded and echoed: "I think he will definitely be grateful for your cultivation. I will let him come to you tomorrow morning. He must have a lot of thoughts to talk to Comrade Khrushchev."

"People like us who work in politics can only rely on their mouths to help others solve their problems." Khrushchev smiled and agreed to the meeting: "He is willing to come to me to tell my ideas, which means that my work is doing well. This is a kind of affirmation, and I am very happy."

It turns out that even in the most inefficient era, gold will shine. After expressing his gratitude and loyalty to Khrushchev, Zhukov turned into the commander of the army, and all the troops he commanded were directly sent to German-occupied Poland as prisoners to supplement the shortage of Polish prisoners.

But history seems to have played a joke with our head of state Akado. It was only a month later that Akado learned about this matter. He regretted that the opportunity to kill Zhukov in advance slipped away because of carelessness.

At the same time, the German SS 3rd Armored Division was stationed in an old former Polish Army barracks. Renn was lying on his bed and reading his thick Russian textbook. The battle a few days ago brought the tranquility of the present. The officers were actually allowed to spend weekends in nearby towns in batches. For the German army on the Eastern Front, who had been on level one alert, they could be described as happiness.

"Hey! Rennes!" Marcus leaned against the door and shouted to his friend on the bed: "You are so amazing. Yesterday you destroyed one more tank than me. And you also captured a kv-1 tank, which was a secret weapon of the Soviet Union."

"That tank has broken down and it has nothing to do with me." Ren closed the book, sat up and replied, "Didn't you go to apply for a vacation? What's the result in the camp?"

"The bad news is that the holiday is not approved." Marcus said with a smile.

"You can tell from your face that there is at least one medal." Renne sighed helplessly.

"That's right! There is indeed a medal!" Marcus laughed and said, "The above said, your record was regarded as an example and reported to the General Command of the National Defense Forces. Our immediate boss, General Reinhardt Heidrich, also seemed very pleased that we gave him face. So we arranged together and reported our record to the Head of State."

"The above decided to give us a long vacation, and we can take our baby tanks back to Germany on a special train and participate in the victory parade in November." Marcus said proudly.

"Berlin?" Rennes was stunned.

"That's right! Berlin!" Marcus said with a laugh.

"Can we go back together?" Bruce, the loader, asked excitedly.

"Of course! The whole car crew is commended! Everyone will go back! And there will be many photographers. I heard that we may also go to the headlines of the newspaper!" Marcus said proudly.

"Haha! Newspaper! Headlines!" Obviously this news made every soldier very happy.

"You don't know what this means yet! We have a bonus! A big bonus! A long holiday! So many unrestrained Berlin girls! Champagne! Flowers!" Marcus described exaggeratedly.

The cannon leader Andre knew that all of what he said would happen because they were heroes, a hero who was crazy about all aspects. But he was also very happy that no one would reject money women, at least he would not.

"There are real chocolates!" Renn stood up and said, "I can buy more, at least eat for a while."

"Long live the holiday!" Marcus shouted with a smile.
Chapter completed!