red moscow

Chapter 3104 Negotiating Countermeasures
“Misha is right, that’s true,” Bakharov chimed in, his tone thoughtful. “Think about it carefully, if all four of us were Russian, the chances of us getting together would be quite high. After all, on the battlefield, it’s common for people from the same country to support each other. However, the problem is that Braun is German, which makes things much more complicated. Not to mention you, Misha, even Marshal Rokossovsky—oh no, according to the current timeline, he’s only a lieutenant general—a high-ranking officer, even if he returns to Moscow to report for duty, he probably wouldn’t be able to easily bring a German with him. It would inevitably arouse unnecessary suspicion and scrutiny.”

“Bakharov!” Braun carefully reminded Bakharov, his voice low as if afraid of being overheard: “Please note that according to our current timeline, Rokossovsky has not yet been promoted to marshal; his rank is only lieutenant general. We should avoid using future titles to avoid causing unnecessary confusion or revealing our origins.”

“Braun, don’t worry too much about these details.” Baharov waved his hand at Braun, looking somewhat annoyed and his tone urgent. “What we really need to focus on right now is how to get the four of us together to discuss and find a way back to the future. That’s the most urgent thing. Everything else is secondary.”

Sokov promptly reminded Bakharov, his tone serious and earnest: "Bakharov, although we all know that historically renowned generals such as Zhukov, Rokossovsky, and Konev eventually rose to the rank of Marshal, to avoid giving away information or arousing suspicion, it's best that we strictly adhere to the current timeline and use their actual ranks when referring to them. This is very important, do you understand?"

“Misha, speaking of General Rokossovsky, something reminds me of something,” Bakharov said, trying to steer the conversation back on track: “I remember that during the later stages of the major counter-offensive around Moscow, his headquarters was unfortunately hit by heavy German artillery fire, and he was seriously wounded. This had a significant impact on his later military career. Do you remember the exact time he was wounded? Perhaps it will be helpful in planning our next move.”

“I don’t remember, the exact time is a blur.” Sokov shook his head, a hint of helplessness on his face. Then he lowered his voice and revealed a secret to the two of them: “However, after this time travel, I unexpectedly discovered that my blood seems to have a special ability to help the wounded heal quickly. It not only works on myself, but I’ve tested it and it works on other people as well. This might come in handy at some crucial moments.”

“Misha, you absolutely mustn’t tell anyone about this,” Braun immediately warned Sokov warily, his tone full of concern and worry. “If too many people find out, besides the possibility that you might be forced to keep donating blood to treat those wounded important figures, what’s even more terrifying is that the Academy of Sciences might arrest you and take you to a secret laboratory for dissection and research. This is no joke.”

Braun's words sent a chill down Sokov's spine. If this were to happen, it would not only mean the loss of their personal freedom, but could also completely extinguish any hope they had of returning to the future. He took a deep breath and nodded silently, knowing full well that this secret could not be revealed to more people.

“Misha!” Bakharov said carefully, his tone unusually calm: “Given Braun’s special status, it’s practically impossible for the four of us to meet in Moscow. In that case, we have to find another way and adjust our original plan—why not arrange for Victoria to come to the front lines as well? If she can arrive safely, the four of us will have a real chance to get together.”

Sokov frowned, a hint of helplessness in his voice: "But how can she get here? You have to understand, Victoria is just an ordinary police officer, not a combat unit. She can't just come to the front lines; there are strict approval procedures and restrictions on her movements."

“I was able to come here with a delegation from the rear,” Bakharov explained, his voice calm and resolute. “Our army is advancing steadily on all fronts and reporting frequent victories. The higher-ups are paying increasing attention to the morale of the soldiers at the front. I believe that there will be more and more such visits in the future, and the scale will gradually expand. When I get back, I will contact Victoria immediately and ask if she might be able to join a delegation. If she successfully registers and travels with the delegation, the chances of the four of us reuniting will greatly increase.”

Sokov's eyes lit up upon hearing this. He slammed his hand on the table and exclaimed, "Great idea! Absolutely a great idea! Bakharov, your suggestion is indeed feasible. Once you get back, be sure to contact Victoria as soon as possible and explain our situation in detail. Also, remind her that if there is any news about recruiting a relief team, she must seize the opportunity—this may be the only chance for the four of us to reunite."

"Comrade Brigade Commander!" Just as the three of them had come up with a relatively appropriate plan, Bobrikov's familiar yet slightly urgent voice suddenly came from outside the door: "Are you still inside?"

Upon hearing that it was Bobrikov looking for him, Sokov immediately realized that there might be urgent military business to attend to. He quickly stood up, strode to the door, and replied to Bobrikov outside, "I'm inside. What is it, Captain Bobrikov?"

“It’s the latest battle report from the front, Comrade Brigadier,” Bobrikov reported quickly. “The Chief of Staff hopes you can return as soon as possible; he has important matters to discuss with you.” “Okay, I understand,” Sokov nodded, speaking calmly. “Go back and report to the Chief of Staff first. I’ll be there as soon as I finish what I’m doing.”

After watching Bobrikov leave, Sokov turned back into the house and said to Bakharov and Braun, "Then let's proceed with the plan we just agreed on. Bakharov, once you return to Moscow, be sure to contact Victoria as soon as possible and find a way to get her into a comfort mission that is about to go to the front. Then you can accompany her here, so that the four of us can meet smoothly."

“Don’t worry, Misha,” Bakharov nodded solemnly and promised, “As soon as I return to Moscow, I will contact Victoria and tell her all the arrangements we just discussed in detail to ensure the plan goes smoothly.”

"Braun, Bakharov and I are heading to headquarters soon. You can go back to your quarters now."

“Okay, Misha, I’ll be back in a bit.” Braun said, then hesitated, as if he had something important to ask.

Seeing this, Sokov took the initiative to ask, "Braun, is there anything you want to ask me?"

“No, Misha. I meant Baharov.”

"Braun, what's the matter?"

"I heard that Rokossovsky has a good relationship with an actress named Serova," Braun asked tentatively. "I wonder if this actress is in today's delegation?"

Sokov was surprised that Braun would ask this question, and his gossip-loving instincts began to burn brightly. He couldn't help but urge Bakharov, "Yes, Bakharov, is there anyone named Sherova in the delegation?"

Bakharov looked at Braun, then at Sokov, and shook his head, saying, "I'm afraid you two will be disappointed, but the person you're talking about isn't in the delegation that came today."

(End of this chapter)