Imperial Overlord

When Vatutin woke up again, it was already noon. He opened his eyes and saw someone covering him, making it hard for him to breathe.

Then he struggled to sit up and found that the person lying on top of him, and almost everyone around him, had been killed by the bomb.

"Thank you!" Vatutin wanted to push away the corpse on him, but found that the other party had already sacrificed, and the corpse was already a little stiff.

The guard who rescued him at the last minute was unable to hear the general's "thank you" after all.

Vatutin saw civilians hurriedly putting out fires in the distance, and also saw Soviet soldiers sweeping dead bodies on the ground.

The place was almost in ruins. The crater that exploded beside Vatutin was at least 50 meters away from him, and the buildings next to the crater were now beyond recognition.

"Is there anyone!" He struggled for a while and found that his arm might be injured, so he shouted loudly, hoping someone would help him.

But here are the sounds of houses collapsing, burning and exploding, shouting and crying everywhere.

No one could hear his cries at all, he could only rely on himself. After finally pushing away the corpse beside him, Vatutin could finally see his wound.

His arm was scratched by a piece of flying glass, and blood had soaked through the sleeves of his military uniform.

After he struggled to stand up, finally a soldier and an officer came over and saw his commander with blood on his arm.

"Comrade General + Comrade Army is injured?" Although there were dust and blood on his face, and although his clothes had been changed by the diffuse dust, the other party could still see the shiny epaulettes on his shoulders at a glance.

"Comrade Stalin... Is Comrade Stalin okay?" Covering the wound on his arm, Vatutin asked about Stalin's safety.

In a hurry, he also ignored the cumbersome prefix of the great leader - his life was blocked, and who would he want to show those false names?

"I just came back from there, the great leader Comrade Stalin is very safe, he is waiting to see you!" The officer came to Vatutin, so he pointed in the direction of Stalin and said.

Although Vatutin could ignore the title of this great leader in a hurry, the inferior officers and soldiers dared not, and even if it was awkward, he still meticulously finished the full name.

"I see! I need a medic, bandage me before I go!" Vatutin looked at his embarrassed clothes and said.

The officer nodded and hurriedly sent someone to find the medics. After all, the general himself was injured, so no matter how few medics were, they could still be found.

Faster than expected, two medics rushed over together, one supported Vatutin's arm, and the other began to treat Vatutin's wound.

Because no anesthetic was used, Vatutin could feel the piercing pain in his arm, but he still held on to it, until the medics began to bandage, and then loosened the clenched teeth.

Then he took a towel, wiped the sweat from his forehead, stood up, and commanded: "Assemble the troops! Don't spread it out like this! The 1st battalion commander was also killed, so he was promoted to the 2nd battalion commander."

He looked at the other end of the burning and exploding city in the distance, and continued: "A higher rank, waiting for my personal appointment... The same is true for the rank of company commander. The first platoon leader takes over for the company commander who died, and the first platoon leader is killed at the same time. Let the 2nd platoon leader take over the position of the company commander, the squad leader and other ranks...and so on!"

"After assembling the troops, immediately complete the replacement and promotion work, and then let the troops assemble outside the city! Don't approach the city!" After giving the order, Vatutin hung his wounded arm on his chest and walked to the car that came to pick him up. .

Rounding buildings that had been blown up by artillery shells, cars jolting through rubble-strewn streets, and soon to the suburbs.

Outside an intact farmhouse, there were temporary sentries standing beside the fence. These people were Stalin's guards, the most loyal guards.

Vatutin got out of the car outside the fence on the farm, and had someone help dust off his clothes before walking to the heavily guarded farmhouse.

The German bombers didn't know whether they would return or not, so everyone was very nervous.

Outside the door of Stalin's room, Vatutin saw Stalin's secretary nervously.

"Comrade General, why did the German bombers find us? Can our safety be guaranteed?" Stalin's secretary asked anxiously as soon as he saw Vatutin.

"I don't know if the German planes will come and go. I'm sorting out the troops, and the losses have not been counted." Vatutin dragged a wounded arm, and replied a little tiredly. .

In fact, half of the blood on the sleeve was not Vatutin's, but was shed on him by the fallen soldier who had thrown him down.

If he had shed so much blood himself, he would not have been able to stand up to meet Stalin.

It's just that everyone has a bit of a smart mind, and came to see Stalin with these blood and messy clothes. Of course, Vatutin had his own considerations.

Sure enough, seeing the blood on his body and the bandaged arm hanging from his chest, Stalin's secretary naturally became a little closer.

People who have experienced disasters together, the so-called brothers in distress, naturally sympathize with each other and get along more easily.

"Then do we want to leave here?" Stalin's secretary heard Vatutin's answer, and instead of questioning with disgust, he asked for his opinion.

Knowing that his tragic image played a certain role, Vatutin was not hypocritical, and replied: "We should leave here, but which way we take depends on the great leader Comrade Stalin himself."

"Go in and explain yourself, the great leader Comrade Stalin is waiting for you inside!" The secretary pushed open the door beside him, and Vatutin saw Stalin sitting on the bed.

Stalin, neatly dressed, sat on the edge of the bed, and since this was not an office, there were no office facilities.

There was no phone, no desk, and no documents. Stalin's face was a little pale, and he looked at Vatutin who came in, as if waiting for Vatutin to speak.

"It's really great that you're fine." Vatujing saluted and greeted Stalin respectfully.

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Today Longling is lazy for a day, one update will be presented, and tomorrow Longling will make up for the third update, I apologize to everyone!

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