Rebirth of the National Marshal

"Wait, respected Marshal, although your approach may be correct, have you ever thought about it? We haven't received any battle reports from the front for a long time, and it is possible that their lines have been burned for a day. What we should do now is not to let them break out immediately, but to let them defend on the spot and send reinforcements from our place to bring them back. This is what we should do, and there is no need to give some reasonable explanations to those people in Moscow. Otherwise, those explanations alone can drown the two of us. You don't know how tricky those political commissars in Moscow look at a problem. Do you want them to take you back to explain this problem?" Admiral Duding quickly grabbed Marshal Timoshenko.

Marshal Timoshenko, who was about to give an order, was also stunned. Now he didn't know what to do. He knew the political commissars in Moscow very well. Although those people had not come to trouble him so far, it was because they had not found a reasonable reason. If they really found a reasonable reason, they would most likely take him back. Thinking of this, it seemed as if the Moscow political prison was waving to him.

Admiral Dudin gave Marshal Timoshenko a look. Having been in the army for such a long time, Marshal Timoshenko was very clear about what this look meant. He saw from this look what Admiral Dudin meant, which was that these soldiers were sacrificed and there was nothing to be afraid of, because what the Soviet Union lacked the least was people, and compared with their two official positions, these people were indeed nothing.

"Order Division Commander Kostakovic on the front line to lead the troops to block the attack of the Security Corps. Tell them that our Air Force has been defeated. Never let the Security Corps take advantage of the situation to attack us." He walked back and forth in the command center for about ten minutes. You have to know that ten minutes at this time can cost a life. On the battlefield, every minute may determine the victory or defeat of others, and it may also determine the lives of many people. The ten minutes you have now are a waste of the lives of your frontline soldiers.

Hearing Timoshenko's decision, Admiral Dudin on the side also breathed a sigh of relief. If this guy really wanted to withdraw the troops on the front line, then this matter would be a big deal. He had been here for less than a few days and had not turned the situation on the front line around. Instead, he had to withdraw the troops that were preparing to attack to defend. If this were to get the news from those people in Moscow, he might even be implicated. Fortunately, he still knew how to make the decision.

Only the Soviet army could set up a defense line in the wilderness. They are now in the area between Irkutsk and Ulan-Ude. There is no defense in such a place. If they set up a defense line in this place, wouldn't that be sending their lives to death?

"Dear Commander, you should know that there is no defensible place in this middle position. If our tens of thousands of troops are stationed here, it will take at least three days for them to build fortifications. But I think people will not give us such time. Although our aircraft have not detected any news about the enemy, I feel that the enemy's armored forces have already been dispatched." Carol is a senior staff officer of the headquarters. To be honest, this guy has never been on the battlefield before.

How could Marshal Timoshenko not understand what he said? He knew very well that his order was to use these tens of thousands of troops as scapegoats, to place them in the middle, and then to buy himself some time. Tens of thousands of people bought some time for hundreds of thousands of people. There was nothing wrong with that, but this decision was really unfair to those sacrificed soldiers.

But we cannot admit this problem now. If you admit it, the responsibility for the deaths of these people will be attributed to you.

This is not a small number. There are tens of thousands of troops there. If the responsibility is put on me, dying several times would not be enough to compensate for their lives.

"How dare you! When did the headquarters allow you to speak? You are just a staff officer. Do your own thing. Whatever decision the commander makes is his own business. What does it have to do with you? Get out of here quickly." Just when Marshal Timoshenko didn't know how to answer, Admiral Duding on the side dealt with this senior staff officer.

In Admiral Dudin's opinion, Marshal Timoshenko had finally given such an order. If you change the order, the situation on the front line will change again. Who knows what the result will be then.

Although the other staff officers in the headquarters also knew that this person was telling the truth, no one said anything after being scolded by General Duding. There was such a tradition in the Soviet army. When the boss scolded you, no matter whether he was right or wrong, other people in the army could not say anything. According to them, this was to obey orders. The duty of a soldier was to obey orders, whether the orders were right or not.

Marshal Timoshenko looked at the staff officers of the headquarters with a guilty conscience, and then went out directly. In fact, he was also very sad. Generally speaking, this guy was still a good army commander. Although he could not say that he loved his soldiers like his own children, he let his soldiers die. This was the first time he had done such a thing, especially to die at the hands of the Chinese.

The division commander Kostakovich on the front line was also a veteran. He was usually very nice to his soldiers, and he admired Marshal Timoshenko very much. After all, this man was his old superior. But now he gave him such an order to build a line of defense in the wilderness.

This is completely different from the order that was passed down at the beginning. Didn't they say that we should take the initiative to attack the Chinese? Why do we have to build a defense line here now? Are we not going to attack? Or should we wait for the Chinese to attack? In short, he has a lot of questions now, but no one can answer them. Because the connection between the headquarters and him has been cut off, the telephone line seems to have been blown up by those damn Chinese planes. Didn't they say that we also have a lot of planes this time? Go up and fight them. Where are our planes?