Volume 3: Stormy Weather Chapter 3: A Noisy Night, An Old Friend Arrives

  The rumble of cannons mercilessly tore apart the quiet night sky before dawn, Chu Si Nan came out of his room and gazed into the western sky, only to see that it had already become as bright as daylight, without a doubt, the Soviet army had officially launched its all-out offensive against the surrounded German army.

  "Comrade Chu Si Nan, your overcoat." The voice of the guard came from behind.

  "Uh," Chu Si Nan turned around, took the clothes and put them on his shoulders. His guard was called Kamapov, a young man from Belarus, who looked very spirited, with a sharp look in his eyes all day long.

  "Kamapoff, let's go, follow me to take a look ahead." Chusinan tightened the windbreaker on his back and said without turning around, then took strides towards the military camp in the west. Kamapoff hung the submachine gun over his shoulder and followed closely behind Chusinan.

  At this time, Borodovka can be said to be in a state of siege on all sides, which is not only because it is the location of the front-line command post of the Supreme Command, but also because it is the garrison of the Soviet army's reserve troops. At the same time, a large number of logistical supplies are also stockpiled here, ready to be transported to the front line dozens of kilometers away at any time.

  Chu Si Nan walked all the way from his residence, only to find that there were soldiers gathering in an emergency along the way. Chu Si Nan thought to himself that it was probably because the German army at the front had begun to break through at a fixed point. In order to completely surround and annihilate them, the high-level commanders of the Soviet army had no choice but to send out the reserve troops ahead of time. That's right, this time it was Comrade Stalin who "personally" formulated the battle plan, everything went smoothly in the early stages, if something went wrong at the end, I'm afraid everyone would have to take responsibility.

  As he passed by the command center, Chu Si Nan stopped in his tracks. He saw that all the lights inside were still on, and the closed curtains occasionally flashed with people's shadows. It seemed that these commanders who were fighting at the front line could not fall asleep yet.

  Chu Si Nan hesitated for a moment, and finally seemed to have made up his mind. He took a step forward in the direction of the door.

  "Comrade Chu Si Nan, is that you?"

  Just as Chu Si Nan had taken two steps forward, a clear and crisp voice came from behind.

  He turned back in astonishment and saw a female soldier wearing a Soviet military uniform, holding something in her arms, staring at him from a distance. Who else could it be if not Gilniyrova, whom he had parted with for so long?

  "Ah, Comrade Chusunnan, it's really you!" Gilnirnova saw Chusunnan turn around and excitedly jumped up and down, quickly ran over, threw the documents in her arms to the ground, and then gave Chusunnan an exceptionally warm hug.

  Although he had long known the passion and openness of these foreign women, Zhil'nirov's sudden move still caught Chusenan off guard, his old face flushing bright red with embarrassment. Only when Zhil'nirov had finished her affectionate display did he pretend to be nonchalant and push her away, smiling as he asked: "Comrade Zhil'nirov, what brings you here?"

  "You answer me first, how did you end up here?" Gilnielova raised her hand to smooth out her slightly disheveled golden long hair, and instead of answering, she counter-questioned.

  "Comrade Chu Si Nan's work is a top-secret mission from the Supreme Command, Captain. You have no right to ask about it." Before Chu Si Nan could respond, Kamarov, who had been following closely behind him, stepped forward and said seriously.

  Kamarov, who suddenly jumped out, startled Gilnyova. Although he didn't know the identity of this young man, judging from the novel-style submachine gun on his back, he should be a special kind of guard. The submachine gun was said to have been produced recently and was called "Popsha", a high-performance and lethal submachine gun that was currently in short supply in the Soviet army, seemingly only equipped by some high-ranking officials' guards. As a senior lieutenant officer, Gilnyova also knew what kind of people were qualified to be equipped with such high-level guards, at least to say, even Tank Colonel Sokolov didn't have the qualifications to be equipped with such a guard.

  "Comrade Kamarov, this is my friend. How can you speak like that?" Chu Si Nan's face changed and he rebuked him bluntly. He knew that Kamarov was supposed to be his bodyguard, but in reality, he was more of a watchdog. However, his behavior had clearly gone too far.

  Karambov also felt Chuslan's anger, he didn't say anything else and quietly took a step back, but in the process, he still didn't forget to give Jilnirnova a sharp glance.

  "I'm just following someone else here to watch the battle, haha." Chu Si Nan said with a smile, not noticing Kamarov's small movement.

  "Oh, oh, I see." Zhil'niylov smiled, but her smile seemed somewhat unnatural.

  Chu Si Nan felt a change in her emotions and secretly sighed in her heart, but said on the surface: "And you, you haven't told me how you got here yet?"

  "I, I was naturally assigned here," Zhil'niylov tried to adjust her emotions to the state when she first met Chusun, but ultimately had to give up. Although it's only been a month or two since they parted ways, the current Chusun is obviously not the same as the fellow lieutenant from back then, whether in terms of position or identity.

  "What are you in charge of now? Are you still in charge of the battlefield broadcast?" Chu Si Nan asked.

  "Well, nothing else I can do, just use my own expertise to serve the country." Zhil'niylov replied, then suddenly became excited again, saying "You know, Comrade Akhromeyev is also here, and so is Comrade Sokolov, they are all here."

  "Oh," Chu Si Nan's heart warmed up, perhaps Sokolov and his friendship were not deep, but Akhromeyev was a friend who had been with him since he came to this world, "Where are they? Take me to see them, it's been a long time, I really miss them."

  "That's good, I just came from there," Zhilnina's gaze swept over Kambov before she continued, "But if you're going to see them, you'd better hurry, they're about to head to the front line. It's said that the German reserve troops in Smolensk are advancing this way, apparently as reinforcements. So headquarters has ordered us to resolve the battle by tomorrow noon at the latest. Comrades Akhromeyev and Sokolov's units will also be pulled up as a second-wave assault team."

  Chu Si Nan naturally understood the meaning of Gil Neylov's gaze just now, he nodded and then turned his face to Kamarov and said: "Comrade Kamarov, I'm going to see two friends, you don't need to follow me, go back and rest."

  "Comrade Chusinan," Kamarov began, but was cut off by Chusinan.

  "What's that, do I need to go ask Comrade Stalin personally? I think he is resting now, if you don't mind, I'd be happy to go wake him up." Chu Si Nan said coldly.

  "Yes, I obey your command, Comrade Chusonan." Kamarov said helplessly. As a former member of Stalin's guard team, he naturally knew the temperament of this great man. At this time, if he disturbed his rest for this matter, Chusonan might not be affected much, but he himself would probably suffer.