red moscow

Chapter 2725

After burying the German bodies, the soldiers got back on the vehicle and prepared to set off.

"Comrade Sokov," Vlasov called to Sokov, "Wait a moment, I have something to ask you."

Sokov, who had already opened the car door and was about to get in, heard Vlasov calling him, and quickly closed the door, turned around and asked: "Comrade General, do you have any instructions?"

"Do you think we should continue to take the highway for the rest of our journey?"

Sokov could hear Vlasov's worry from his words. It was still nearly 600 kilometers from here to Moscow. Who could guarantee that they wouldn't encounter Germans disguised as Soviet soldiers on the road? The Germans that appeared this time were discovered by him who was highly vigilant, but what about the next time, and the next time?

He did not answer the question, but asked: "Comrade General, what do you think?"

"I think if I continue to take the road, I might still run into Germans," Vlasov said. "I think we should switch to the train when the time is right."

"You are right, Comrade General." Sokov was a lowly person now, so he naturally would not contradict Vlasov casually. Instead, he followed his meaning and said, "If we go a few dozen kilometers further, we will enter Oboyan. There should be a train to Moscow. Why don't we change trains there?"

Vlasov smiled and nodded slightly, saying, "Well, you make sense. We will change trains there."

When the convoy set off, Sokov looked at the car behind him through the rearview mirror and thought to himself that Vlasov must have made a decision before asking him questions, and he was just looking for someone who agreed with him. Even if he disagreed with his ideas, he would try to convince himself.

"Sokov," Andrei saw that Sokov looked thoughtful, so he asked tentatively, "What are you thinking about? Are you worried that we will encounter disguised Germans on the road?"

Sokov smiled and said, "Andrei, the situation you mentioned may happen, but I think the chances of encountering it again are slim. After all, this is our army's hinterland. How could the Germans send so many small teams to infiltrate here?"

The convoy arrived at Oboyan, a small city that was bustling with activity. Various transport vehicles were driving on the streets, and the people directing traffic at the intersections were replaced by soldiers wearing red armbands, who kept waving signal flags in their hands to direct vehicles to pass through the intersections in an orderly manner.

Sokov had been to this city before and naturally knew where the train station was. He acted as a guide for the driver and arrived at the train station smoothly.

After the driver parked the car at the entrance of the train station, he turned to Sokov and said, "Comrade Sokov, I didn't expect you to be so familiar with the city."

Sokov naturally didn't tell the driver that he had been here before the last time he traveled through time. Instead, he smiled and said, "Yes, I was here two years ago, so I know the way. If I were in another city, I might get lost again."

After getting off the train, Sokov went straight to Vlasov's car and said respectfully, "Comrade General, we have arrived at the Oboyan railway station."

The guard got out of the car, opened the back door and asked Vlasov to get out.

"Let's go, Sokov." Vlasov got out of the car and looked at the train station in front of him. A relaxed expression appeared on his face. "Let's go see the stationmaster and see if he can arrange a carriage for us."

After all the soldiers got off the train, Sokov said to Dennis, "Lieutenant Dennis, please take the troops to the waiting hall of the station. I want to accompany the general to the stationmaster's office."

"Okay." Lieutenant Dennis nodded, and then asked a key question: "What about these trucks? Should we let them return the same way they came?"

"Don't worry." Sokov waved his hand and said, "We don't know whether we can find a wagon to transport us, but we are in a hurry to let these drivers leave. What if the station can't provide us with a wagon? What should we do then? We can't walk to Moscow, right?"

"I understand. I will let the drivers wait where they are. Once we confirm that the station can provide us with wagons, it won't be too late for the truck drivers to leave."

"Comrade Sokov," Vlasov said with emotion as he led Sokov and his guards to find the stationmaster, "Although you repeatedly emphasize that you are just a new soldier who has been in the army for only two days, I don't think so anyway."

Sokov panicked and asked awkwardly, "Comrade General, how am I not like a new soldier?"

"You look nothing like him," Vlasov said. "Your behavior and the calmness with which you gave orders to the troops make you look like a senior commander who has experienced many battles."

"Comrade General, you are mistaken." Sokov said in a dissembling way, "I learned a lot of things from movies."

When I arrived at the door of the stationmaster's office and was about to enter, a man in a railway employee's uniform walked out.

Seeing Vlasov at the door, the man asked: "Comrade Commander, who are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for the stationmaster."

"I am the stationmaster." The man replied politely, "What can I do for you?"

"I am Major General Vlasov, commander of the 1st Mechanized Army." Vlasov revealed his identity to the other party and said directly: "I need to get to Moscow as soon as possible. Can you provide me with a wagon to transport me and my men?"

"How many of you are there?"

"More than seventy people." Sokov answered quickly.

After hearing this, the stationmaster showed an embarrassment on his face: "Comrade General, if there were only three or four of you, I could still arrange seats for you on the train that is about to depart. But there are more than seventy of you. If you want to seat all of you, you can only put up a separate carriage. Unfortunately, we don't have any extra carriages here."

"Comrade Stationmaster," Vlasov said unwillingly, "Is there really no other way?" He paused for a moment, and without waiting for the stationmaster to speak, he added, "I need to get to Moscow as soon as possible to report to the Supreme Command. Is there really no other way for you to let us leave by train?"

Hearing that Vlasov was going back to Moscow to report on his work, the stationmaster did not dare to neglect him and quickly said, "Comrade General, please wait a moment. I will go in and make a phone call."

"Thank you for your help, Comrade Station Master."

The stationmaster went in to make a phone call and came out to ask Vlasov: "Comrade General, can you tell me how you got here?"

"We came by car," Sokov said to the stationmaster.

"Since you have a car, why do you want to take the train instead?" asked the stationmaster in confusion.

"The car is too slow. We won't get to Moscow until tomorrow at the earliest," Sokov explained to the stationmaster, "and we don't have that much time."

"Oh, so that's how it is. I'll contact other stations." After saying this, the stationmaster walked into the room again, picked up the phone he had placed on the table, and continued to make the call.

Seeing that the stationmaster was constantly on the phone, Vlasov became a little anxious and walked back and forth at the door with his hands behind his back.

The guard asked Sokov in a low voice: "Comrade Sokov, do you think the stationmaster will provide us with a carriage?" "I think it's a bit difficult." Sokov glanced at the stationmaster who was on the phone in the room, shook his head slowly, and whispered: "Didn't the stationmaster just say that if there are only three or four of us, he can find a way to let us leave by car. But if there are more than 70 people, he can't help."

"Why did he call if he couldn't help us?"

"He may be negotiating with other stations to see if they can provide us with wagons."

When Vlasov saw the stationmaster put down the phone and walked towards the door, he hurriedly went to meet him and asked with concern: "How is it, Comrade Stationmaster, do you have any extra carriages?"

"I'm sorry, Comrade General, we really can't provide you with a carriage." The stationmaster said this, and seeing the disappointment on Vlasov's face, he quickly added: "Although we don't have extra carriages here, there are some in Kursk. Since you came by car, you might as well rush to Kursk's South Railway Station right now. A freight train will leave in an hour. I asked my colleagues there, and they can provide you with a carriage."

"That's great, Comrade Stationmaster, that's great." Vlasov shook the other's hand and said gratefully, "I will remember your help to me."

"Comrade General, you must hurry up." After shaking hands with Vlasov, the stationmaster urged, "Take a bus to Kursk's South Railway Station immediately. Don't miss the train, otherwise you will have to wait for the freight train at 8 o'clock in the evening."

When Vlasov heard this, he immediately smiled happily. After thanking the stationmaster, he took Sokov and his guards out of the station.

When passing the waiting hall, Dennis came over and asked, "How is it, did you find the car?"

"No, there are no extra carriages at this station." Sokov explained to Denis, "But the stationmaster told us that a freight train will leave in an hour at Kursk's South Railway Station. If we rush over now, we can just catch that train."

Dennis was overjoyed after hearing this, and then turned to the soldiers and said, "Everyone, listen to my command! Stand at attention! Turn right, target the trucks you were riding in, and start moving!"

Five minutes later, the convoy headed towards Kursk again.

The driver smiled and said to Sokov: "Comrade Sokov, we should actually drive directly to Kursk instead of stopping in this small city. As a result, we wasted so much time."

"Comrade General gave me the order to rush to the Oboyan railway station first." Sokov said with a wry smile: "How could I disobey his order?"

"By the way, Comrade Sokov," the driver continued, "after we arrive at Kursk's South Railway Station this time, Comrade General will not ask us to go to a new place again, right? If we continue to mess around like this, I don't know how much time we will waste."

"I don't think so." Sokov said, "Anyway, Kursk is a big city with convenient transportation. There should be many trains going to Moscow."

"I hope you'll be lucky this time and catch the train to Moscow."

Half an hour later, the convoy entered the Kursk South Railway Station.

As soon as the convoy stopped, a lieutenant came out of the station and asked Sokov, who had just gotten out of the car, loudly: "Comrade soldier, are you coming from Oboyan?"

"Yes, we came from Oboyan."

The lieutenant looked at Sokov and asked, "Where is your destination?"

"Moscow."

The lieutenant nodded and then asked, "Where is your general?"

"Here I am, Comrade Lieutenant." Vlasov came up from behind and said to the lieutenant, "Are you here to pick us up?"

"Hello, Comrade General, I am the military representative at the station." The lieutenant saluted Vlasov and reported, "I received a call from Oboyan Station saying that a general with a small troop is preparing to go to Moscow and hopes that we can provide them with a carriage."

"Where is the car?"

"On platform two."

"Take us there," Vlasov ordered.

As the lieutenant led Vlasov into the station, Sokov turned to Denis and said, "Comrade Lieutenant, let the soldiers follow."

"Comrade Sokov," the driver ran over and asked Sokov, "Can we go back to Nezhin now?"

"Comrade driver, please wait a moment." Sokov was a cautious man. He would not let the driver leave easily before all his troops had boarded the carriage provided by the station. He said tactfully: "It won't be too late for you to leave after you see that we have all entered the carriage."

"Well, I'll go in with you and take a look. I'll leave when I see you get on the bus."

Led by the military representative at the station, everyone arrived at Platform 2 and saw the carriage prepared for them.

When Sokov walked to the door of the carriage, a foul smell hit him in the face and almost made him fall over.

He covered his nose and asked the lieutenant: "Comrade Lieutenant, what was in this car before? Why does it smell so bad?"

"Comrade soldier," the lieutenant turned to Sokov and said, "this carriage was originally loaded with war horses. It was unloaded not long ago and we haven't had time to clean it yet. I'm really sorry."

Sokov endured the stench coming from the carriage and looked inside. It was a sealed tank car, which was good for transporting troops. Unfortunately, it was loaded with war horses, and the floor of the carriage was covered with materials and horse feces.

But Sokov didn't seem to care about these, and ordered Sokov: "Sokov, let the soldiers get on the bus!" Then he turned around and asked the military representative: "Comrade Lieutenant, where is the phone? I want to call Moscow."

"The stationmaster's office phone can be used for outside calls." The military representative said respectfully, "I'll take you there now."

After the lieutenant left with Vlasov and the guard, Andrei approached Sokov, looked into the carriage, and then frowned: "Sokof, are we really going to get on the train? It's full of horse manure. We can't let the soldiers sit in horse manure."

"Andrei, don't you have hands?" Sokov said with a bit of a smile: "Clean up the horse manure, so we don't have to worry about sitting in it later. By the way, let me remind you that the train will leave in more than ten minutes, so you have to move quickly."

After hearing what Sokov said, Andrei did not dare to delay and quickly called a few soldiers to help him clean the horse manure in the carriage.

(End of this chapter)