My Third Empire

Thousand and Sixty-Five Are Burning Things

? The portrait hanging in the center of the wall is spotless, because no matter where Zhukov's headquarters is arranged, there will be someone who wipes this important spiritual totem every day. Zero point reading Stalin's dominance in the Soviet Union is actually very terrible, which is incomprehensible to those who have not personally experienced the Great Purge.

Zhukov glanced at the portrait on the wall, then walked out of the headquarters room. The car waiting at the door had already started, he sat in his seat, and then quietly closed his eyes. He hasn't had a good rest recently, and now he can finally catch up on a good sleep on the road.

The attack of the German G Army has caused the entire defense line to fall apart. There are telegrams for help and broken soldiers in need of support everywhere. Countless documents need to be processed, and supplies are also in chaos due to the defeat. If hundreds of thousands of troops are in chaos, how many things will happen? Needs to be dealt with, simply unimaginable. However, Zhukov still handled these trivial matters very appropriately with amazing perseverance, so that the hundreds of thousands of Soviet troops that had already fallen into a catastrophe still did not appear to have command chaos.

However, this still cannot change the fact that the German army has broken through the Soviet frontline, and the German army with the fastest progress has extended the tentacles of its forward troops to the back of the main Soviet army that began to retreat slowly half a month ago. The rapidly marching troops tended to catch up with the main force of the Soviet army. For the main force of the Soviet army eager to go north, this is the most deadly problem. Zhukov left his headquarters so anxiously, and he also planned to rush to the 1st Guards Front Army in person to command Konev and Vasiliev himself. Vsky's troops continued to move rapidly toward Moscow.

His car shook slowly, and behind him, in the headquarters that was getting farther and farther away from him, the remaining Soviet officers began to pack up the headquarters' things in a hurry. Some documents related to the frontline troops were thrown into the brazier and burned, because many documents were useless to the army that was about to start a general retreat.

Many troops on paper have fallen into heavy siege by the German army, and some troops have even been annihilated by the German army, and the materials of these troops have not been destroyed in time. Under the rapid advance and encirclement of the German army, too many formed Soviet troops had no time to retreat, and were completely wiped out by the German army. The remarks and files of these troops in Zhukov’s place, and even the receipt of supplementary materials, are all backed up and recorded. Now there is no need to keep these things anymore, because no one will check the real whereabouts of these materials. .

In such a large-scale rout on the front line, it is impossible to make statistics on the loss of one person and one gun, and sometimes there is no way to verify the loss of hundreds of people and thousands of guns. It is possible that the soldiers of the entire company were wiped out by the German army, and it is possible that thousands of people surrendered in a certain battle, and their weapons, ammunition, food and other things will be missing.

Of course, the Germans will have records of seizures, but Zhukov has no way to go to the logistics department of the German army to obtain information to verify whether their troops got separated during the retreat or surrendered directly. So the remaining pre-war documents in hand are actually almost useless, even though they knew the importance of keeping these documents,

But still burn some according to the usual practice.

Boxes of documents were loaded onto trucks, and safes and certain daily necessities for the military, including the huge portrait of Soviet leader Comrade Stalin, had to be loaded and transported away. The table was hit by soldiers shuttled back and forth, and a glass on it fell to the ground. After a crisp sound, it shattered everywhere, but no one cared about it.

All the things in the empty big cabinet had been emptied, so the soldiers who came in last casually pushed the cabinet down and dropped it on the ground. After a heavy muffled sound, the dust was blown everywhere, and the ground was left behind by burning materials. Ashes were blown all over the place.

At this time, the main force of the German army had already begun to attack Medvenka, which was very close to Kursk. However, it was not the main force of this attack that was closest to Kursk, but another German force along the Seym River. They did not encounter any large-scale resistance along the way, and they continued to attack Polevaya, an important town in the southeast of Kursk, before they were stopped by the Soviet rear guard. Here, the German army was desperately blocked by the Soviet infantry on the outskirts of Polevaya, and failed to directly attack the urban area.

On the one hand, because they are getting closer and closer to the core defense zone of Kursk, the Soviet troops have gradually found their own counterattack rhythm. They rely on their own fortifications to fight back desperately, hoping to prevent the German army from continuing to advance; on the other hand, the German army's After several days of high-speed attack, the original vigor has been slightly lost. Most of the infantry has reached the limit of advancement, and only a few armored units are still dragging the troops on the two wings forward.

Zhukov just left his headquarters and fled north along the highway with a convoy going north. He did not choose to fight to the death with his rearguard because he decided to return to Moscow at the very beginning. , meeting Stalin to persuade him to end the war.

Zhukov hoped that he could persuade Stalin to let him sign an armistice agreement with the German army to preserve the last blood of the Soviet Union. As a front-line general, he has already seen that the current situation is very bad. At least the Soviet Union has lost all chances of defeating Germany. If they want to retain their dignity, they must end the war rationally.

But he knew that persuading Stalin was not an easy task. After all, if this war ended in the defeat of the Soviet Union, Stalin would definitely be kicked out of power because of the loss of prestige. But Zhukov has nothing to do now to help Stalin save this doomed defeat.

If you want to come to Moscow, you still have to fight. Thinking of this, Zhukov closed his eyes and sighed. Even in his dream, he still felt the tremendous pressure brought by reality. Not far behind him, the Soviet army on the battlefield was bleeding and dying. ——But he could only run away, like a coward.

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Sometimes the reality is so unfair. When Zhukov was frustrated by his despicable escape, Takemoto Taro was desperate for his inability to escape. The port area he is currently guarding has become the last line of defense, and the American troops on the opposite side are pouring dense bullets into the positions around him.

"Baga! Can't these Americans rest for a while?" He curled up as much as possible, hugged his weapon, and cursed the American bastards opposite him in the trench who seemed to never have to worry about running out of bullets. Also squatting in the trench was Kimura, whom he had known for a long time. At this time, he was also holding his helmet and squinting his eyes, trying to lower his body as much as possible, hoping that no shrapnel would threaten his life.

"Baga Road!" Not far away, a Japanese soldier finally couldn't bear the ravages of the American army, and jumped out of his bunker, with a bayonet stuck in his rifle, as if he wanted to fight the American army on the opposite side. look. It's a pity that he was smashed into a sieve by dense bullets just as he jumped out of his bunker. The unlucky guy lay back in his trench in an instant, turning into a bloody corpse.

Major General Ishida was in a bunker wiping the command knife in his hand with a white silk. He looked expressionlessly through the gap on the edge of the bunker to the highland where the American flag had been planted in the distance. It used to be his headquarters, but now it is a trophy of the US Marine Corps. Major General Ishida didn't miss it too much, he just took a look and then withdrew his gaze, and then he looked at the staff officer beside him, who had no way to talk to him at this time.

The staff officer had just ended his own life with his own command knife, and at this moment he was still staring at him unwillingly, curled up and knelt on the ground. The hilt of the command saber was in the staff officer's arms, but the tip of the saber pierced through the back waist, pointing brightly at the sky.

Looking at the corpse, Ishida seemed to see himself for a while. His hands trembled slightly, but he waved the command knife twice in a very holy manner. It was a glorious tradition of his nation, a ritual by which His Majesty's warriors ensured that their souls returned to their homeland and rested in heaven. Of course, this kind of ceremony has different procedures in different regions in the East and the West. Some are fasting and some are confession. Similar to this kind of belly cutting and the wrong person will make up the knife in the back and then go to heaven. It seems that there is no other branch.

More than 18,000 Japanese soldiers fought to the death with the U.S. military on this small island for 8 days, and then completely collapsed into what they are now. After the U.S. military occupied the airport, more and more supplies were pressed to the island faster. All efforts to fight back have been in vain. Up to now, Ishida has not even been able to complete the bottom line requirement of sticking to the bottom line for one month given to him by his superiors.

In a bomb crater outside the bunker, several Japanese officers were burning their military flags and some documents, and some were crying while watching the burning flames. They came to this place thousands of miles away from their hometowns, but they failed to witness the rise of their own country, and could only experience their own disaster sadly. The approaching American destroyer could already be seen on the sea in the distance, and the naval guns on it sprayed out flames from time to time, and the loud noise of shooting could be heard clearly from here.

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