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Chapter 2668 Back to Modern Times

"Misha, what's wrong with Misha?" Zhukov asked.

"Comrade Marshal," Malinin said in a heavy voice, "Misha was attacked by bandits..."

"I know about this." Malinin was stunned when he heard Zhukov say this. He wondered how it happened that the news of Misha's injury reached Moscow so quickly? Zhukov continued, "Didn't you report to me that the train Misha was riding from Budapest to Vienna was attacked by bandits. Fortunately, you sent troops to rescue him in time, and he arrived in Vienna safely. You have already reported this matter, why did you call to tell me about it again?"

Malinin heard a hint of anger in Zhukov's tone and quickly explained: "Comrade Marshal, when I said Misha was attacked, I didn't mean yesterday, but today. To be precise, it happened just one or two hours ago."

"What? Misha was attacked again. How could he be so unlucky? He always encounters such things." Zhukov muttered for a while and asked directly, "Is he injured?"

"He was shot in the chest and abdomen, and one of the bullets was only a few millimeters away from the heart." Malinin reported to Zhukov: "I asked the hospital director, and he said that the operation is very dangerous and Misha may not be able to get off the operating table."

"What on earth is going on?" Zhukov was so angry when he learned that Sokov was seriously injured that he slammed the table several times and asked sternly: "Malinin, tell me, Misha is fine, how could he be attacked and injured?"

"Comrade Marshal, please listen to my explanation." Malinin took advantage of Zhukov's pause to explain the whole story to Zhukov in detail. Finally, he said, "I have asked the hospital director to organize a team of elite soldiers to rescue Misha. We must save him."

Zhukov slumped down in his seat, speaking in a heavy voice, "You reported to me yesterday that the train Misha was on was attacked, but he was protected by several guards and was not harmed by the criminals. I was thinking that he was really lucky. Who knew that such a big thing would happen to him in just one day."

After a pause, Zhukov suddenly remembered Vaserigov, whom he had arranged to be next to Sokov, and quickly asked, "By the way, where is Major Vaserigov? Where was he when Misha was injured?"

"Comrade Marshal, I just said that when Vaseligov was protecting Misha during the transfer, he was shot by the enemy's submachine gun and was unfortunately injured." Malinin said to Zhukov: "Also injured was my adjutant, Lieutenant Colonel Onishchenko, whom you also know. But their injuries were not serious. They woke up soon after the operation."

"Malinin, I beg you to find a way to save Misha, understand?"

"I know, Comrade Marshal." Malinin naturally knew Zhukov's preference for Sokov. If something really happened to Sokov, Zhukov would probably feel sad. He quickly assured the other party, "I will report to you in time if there is any latest news here."

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Sokov felt as if he had come to an underground passage and was at a fork in the road. There were roads on all sides, but they were all pitch black and he didn't know which direction to go.

Where on earth was this? Sokov was a little anxious. Not long ago, his convoy was attacked by unknown personnel. Major Vaseligov and Lieutenant Colonel Onishchenko held him on the left and right and ran into the woods. It seemed that a man in German uniform appeared opposite him, holding an MP40 submachine gun in his hand and shooting at him.

While he was daydreaming, Sokov suddenly saw a ray of light in front of him. He was overjoyed and ran over quickly.

He was afraid that the light would suddenly disappear, plunging him back into darkness, so he ran towards the light as fast as he could, risking tripping over the debris on the ground.

  He didn't know how long he had been running, but the distance between him and the light seemed to never shorten. Sokov's heart sank, and he wondered if the light was a mirage that could only be seen but not touched. Otherwise, how could he have run for such a long time without reaching the light?

Just when Sokov was about to fall into despair, the view in front of him suddenly opened up, and he came out of the dark underground passage into a forest.

A dozen meters away, a group of men and women in Soviet military uniforms were surrounding two open jeeps, chatting and laughing.

A young man in a major's uniform standing next to the car suddenly turned around and said to Sokov, "Misha, why did you just come out? We've been waiting for you for a long time!"

After Sokov saw the other person's face clearly, he was stunned and couldn't help but say a name: "Anton Khabarov, is that you?"

"Nonsense, of course it's me." The man called Anton Khabarov said impatiently, "Just now, while we were walking, you disappeared. We went back to look for you, but after searching for a long time, we couldn't find any trace of you."

"Yes, Misha. Where did you come from?" asked another man in a captain's uniform next to Khabarov.

  Sokov recognized this person as his good friend in later life, Alexander Kononets. He followed them to explore the underground fortifications, and somehow he appeared in the town of Khimki during the Great Patriotic War, participated in the war, and became a general. But how did these friends of his come to this era?

With such doubts, Sokov asked: "How did you come to this era?"

Hearing Sokov's question, the people standing next to the jeep stopped talking and everyone turned their eyes to Sokov, as if they were looking at some monster.

I don't know who started laughing, but soon laughter broke out all around.

Khabarov raised his hand and patted Sokov on the shoulder, smiling and saying, "Misha, you have been in the underground fortifications for too long. You have become stupid. How did we come to this era? Of course, it was our parents who gave birth to us and raised us to this age."

Sokov felt that something seemed to be wrong, but he couldn't figure it out for a while. After listening to Khabarov's words, he called the other party by his nickname and asked carefully: "Anton, what day is today?"

"October 5th?"

"which year?"

Khabarov raised his hand and touched Sokov's forehead, muttering to himself: "You don't have a fever, why are you talking nonsense?" But he still told Sokov the answer he wanted to know, "2018."

Oh my God. When Sokov heard the time Khabarov said, he was stunned. He thought he had traveled back to the modern times. Was everything he experienced during the Great Patriotic War just a long dream?

"Misha, stop daydreaming." Khabarov raised his hand and pushed Sokov on the shoulder: "Hurry up and get in the car, we should go home."

Sokov slowly climbed into the back seat of the jeep and handed the Mosin-Nagant rifle in his hand to Khabarov.

After Khabarov took the rifle, he opened the trunk and put it in. Then he sat in the passenger seat and said to Alexander Kononets next to him: "Alexander, drive. We should go back to the city."

The vehicle soon entered the city. Seeing the hustle and bustle of the streets, the modern buildings on both sides of the road, and the colorful flags celebrating the festival, Sokov finally realized that he had really returned to the modern era.

I tried every possible way to return to the present, but failed. But I didn't expect that when I was planning to live a normal life in that era, I would inexplicably return to the present.

"Misha," Khabarov turned to Sokov and said, "There will be not only performances but also fireworks at Victory Square tonight. Will you come with us?"

"No, no." Sokov just wanted to get back to his place as soon as possible and figure out what happened, so he politely rejected Khabarov's kindness: "I'm a little tired today, I want to go back and rest."

Seeing that Sokov was not going to Victory Square, Khabarov said with regret: "That's such a pity." After the jeep took Sokov to the downstairs of his residence, Khabarov asked again: "Misha, do you really not want to go?"

"Well, I'm not going. Just have fun."

After the jeep drove away, Sokov turned and walked into the unit door.

He took the elevator to his floor, opened the door with the password, and walked into the room.

The furnishings in the room were still the same as when he left.

He walked to the table, turned on the computer, and checked the time first.

Sure enough, the time displayed in the lower right corner was indeed May 2018, 5, which was exactly the same as the time Khabarov told himself.

He sat in front of the computer for a while, then began to search for information about "Sokov".

As a result, the query results showed: no information related to "Sokof" was found.

Sokov was unwilling to give up, so he entered Yakov's name again to find out his fate.

The query results were quickly displayed: "Yakov Dzhugashvili, a Georgian, is the eldest son of Joseph Vissarionovich Stalin and Yekaterina Svanidze. He was captured by Germany in the Great Patriotic War in 1941. In 1943, Stalin tried to exchange Yakov for German Field Marshal Paulus captured in Stalingrad, but was rejected by Stalin. Stalin righteously asked the Red Cross of a neutral country to tell Stalin: 'I will not exchange a marshal for a soldier.' Yakov died in a prisoner-of-war camp on April 1943, 4."

After reading the contents on the computer screen, Sokov couldn't help but take a deep breath, wondering what was going on? Was everything he had experienced during the Great Patriotic War just a long dream he had in the underground fortifications? But this dream was a little too real.

In that dream, I became best friends with Yakov, and the advanced weapons he provided me helped me win one victory after another on the battlefield. I also married a female military doctor named Asiya, and if there hadn't been an accident, the child would have been born long ago.

Sokov sat in front of the computer in a daze, not even noticing that it was getting dark outside.

At this time, someone knocked on the door. Sokov got up quickly and was about to open the door, but found that the room was dark. He quickly turned on the light in the room, then walked to the door and opened it.

Standing outside the door was a young girl wearing an old Soviet military uniform. Her name was Anna. She was Sokov's good friend and they were also going out to explore together today.

"Anna," Sokov asked with a forced smile, "What's the matter?"

Anna handed over a cell phone: "Misha, you forgot your cell phone here."

Sokov recalled that before entering the underground fortification today, Khabarov was worried about some unknown danger inside, so he asked the girls to wait outside, and only a group of men entered the underground fortification. Before entering, Sokov was worried that if he accidentally lost his phone, it would be a big mistake, so he gave the phone to Anna for safekeeping. As a result, when he just returned home, he forgot about it completely and did not ask Anna for the phone.

"Anna, thank you so much." Sokov took the phone, thanked Anna, and asked curiously, "Why didn't you go to Victory Square with them to watch the fireworks?"

"Oh, don't mention it." Anna shook her head and said, "They were halfway there when they came across a place where they could drink beer for free, so they changed their minds and went there to drink beer. They were so happy drinking at this time that they probably wouldn't go to Victory Square again. I found your phone was still with me, and I was worried that someone would call you, so I rushed to bring it to you."

After Anna entered the room, she went straight to the kitchen to boil water for tea.

Sokov took the opportunity to check his phone to see if anyone was calling him.

As a result, he found that there were more than a hundred missed calls, half of which were from his employee Akshara.

He was worried that the other party had something important to say, so he quickly called back.

After the call was connected, Sokov asked cautiously: "Aksara, why did you call me?"

"Misha," Aksala said, "something happened at home. I need to go back to Odessa as soon as possible, so I called you for advice. But I couldn't get through to you."

Sokov heard a lot of noise coming from Aksala's side, so he asked tentatively, "Where are you now?"

"I'm on the train," Aksala said loudly, "I couldn't get in touch with you, so I bought a ticket and set off. Now I'm about to arrive in Kiev."

"How long do you plan to be back?"

"One week." Aksala vowed, "At most one week, I will be back to Moscow."

Sokov did not believe Aksara's statement. The fur business he was running had entered the off-season since May and would not get better until the end of August. Aksara said that something happened at home and maybe she went back for vacation. It was good to see her in August.

But Sokov saw through it but didn't say anything. Instead, he asked politely, "Do you have enough money? Do you want me to advance you some of it?"

"Okay, okay." Aksala called Sokov for two reasons: first, to ask for leave, and second, to get an advance on his salary: "Then give me an advance of two thousand dollars first."

After Sokov hung up the phone, he transferred two thousand dollars to Aksala's bank card.

Anna came out of the kitchen and asked with a smile, "Misha, your subordinate Akshara asked for advice again?"

"Yes." Sokov nodded: "She should be back on vacation. I hope she will be back in Moscow in August."

"Misha, it's the off-season from now on anyway." Anna looked at Sokov and asked, "How about we go out and travel for a while?"