One Thousand Seventy-Five Who Dares to Challenge Me

"Comrade Zaitsev!" An officer walked up to Stalin's head of guards and offered a cigarette with a smile. He is an officer from the front-line troops, and he went to the train station to participate in this military parade as General Vatutin's entourage: "This is a French cigarette, and it is easy to smoke." "Where did it come from?" Because the defense work has been done To the extreme, so Zaitsev is also relaxed now. He believed that no one would dare to plan anything in such a place, so he devoted himself to a welcome ceremony to welcome the marshal. After all, there are too few things to celebrate at this time, and everyone's tense nerves need to be relaxed and adjusted. There are at least 100 Stalin’s personal guards on the platform, thousands of soldiers around, and more than 3,000 troops in the parade. This is the safest place—the original plan was for a 1,000-member guard of honor, but in the end This set of plans has been revised repeatedly, increasing the number of reviewers from more than 1,000 to more than 3,000. There are also 5 repainted Stalin tanks, as well as 10 T-34 tanks and 10 trucks. After all, Stalin's overjoyed character was deeply buried in his bones, so in order to make up for the regret that the military parade was disturbed by the German army, he decided to organize this welcome ceremony into a small military parade. Vatutin is also a supporter of this plan. He needs something to boost the morale of the soldiers on the front line, which has been extremely low. "During the last counterattack, my men picked it up from the corpses of the German soldiers." The officer smiled, then pointed to his injured arm, and said to Zaitsev: "A division was beaten to the end with 2,000 people left. , Half of my body was injured when I retreated..." Everyone knows the hardships of the front line, but seeing it with their own eyes and hearing about it are completely different things. Zaitsev has never been to the front line himself, but he admires these soldiers who have been to the front line and fought for the Soviet Union. So he smiled and put the cigarette on his mouth, and then used his exquisite lighter to light the cigarette for the other party and himself. "Thank you." The officer gladly accepted the cigarette lighting from the captain of Stalin's SS, who was usually unattainable, and then enjoyed it while nodding his head and thanking him. "You're welcome." Zaitsev missed half of his body and nodded in response, but from another angle, two men in suits were sneaking around in the corner. They didn't cheer in Stalin's direction, but stood together Wiping the sweat off my brow while talking. wrong! For a moment, Zaitsev felt that the expressions and behavior of the two men were not quite right. He had been by Stalin's side for many years, and the nature of his work determined that he could easily tell what the other party's expression and behavior meant. In his eyes, every move of these two people is a representative of extreme danger. "Damn! There's something wrong with these two guys." Zaitsev frowned, walked around the officer who was chatting with him, muttered in a low voice, and then waved to the two men standing not far away, signaling them to be wary of that direction crowd. He pushed aside a young official who was blocking the way, and quickly walked towards the two suspicious people. As time went by, the distance between him and the other party became closer and closer. The train had already entered the station at this time, and the military band was playing music. Some Soviet newspaper reporters held their cameras, hoping to record the meeting between Soviet leader Stalin and Marshal Zhukov. The long sound of the train whistle made Zaitsev shrink his neck subconsciously, and his strange movement also attracted the attention of two suspicious people on the opposite side. "You two! Take out your ID card! I want to check it!" Zaitsev said to the two people righteously, while speaking, he stretched out his hand to signal the other party to hand over the ID card. Beside him, two guard battalion soldiers pressed their pistols on their waists. Although they didn't draw out their weapons, the meaning of vigilance was already very obvious. "Comrade! We are nothing... nothing, suspicious, suspicious people!" A man on the opposite side who was still wiping his sweat carefully stuffed the white handkerchief in his hand back into his jacket pocket,

Then he fumbled into his inner pocket with slow movements, as if he was about to pull out his ID. And over there, the train had already slowly stopped on the platform, and everyone was in the same direction, and no one noticed the briefcase of unknown owner lying under their feet. There is a bomb stuffed inside, and the acid timer has already been inserted into it. Although the stability of this thing is really worrying, it is small in size and has no sound, so it is by far the best choice for a time bomb. "Boom!" The first bomb exploded in the crowd suddenly, and the fragments of the purse were thrown into the sky above the platform. The surrounding people were knocked down by the sudden explosion, and more people were scared and depressed. My own body, hoping to avoid this catastrophe. Because of its location, the bomb was very far away from Stalin, at least so far away that it couldn't hurt Stalin at all. The dense crowd also further reduced the power of the bomb. Only a few officials near the core explosion site died directly, and more than a dozen people were injured. At the time of the explosion, the guards around Stalin directly blocked Stalin's surroundings with their bodies. They lowered Stalin's body and wrapped him in the center of the human wall. The soldiers on the periphery drew their pistols and pointed them in any suspicious direction vigilantly. Zaitsev was taken aback by the explosion. He looked back at Stalin's location and found that it was not affected by the explosion, so he was slightly relieved. But before he could turn around and continue to question the suspicious person, he heard gunshots behind him. What the suspicious man pulled out from his arms was not a document, but a pistol. He fired at Zaitsev, but because he was shot in the chest by the guard on the other side, the muzzle deviated from the pistol. Itsev's back. By accident, he hit another soldier, and then fell down clutching his chest. Another suspicious man, whose companion was shot dead, turned around in fright and wanted to escape, but the gun battle that took place at the guards in the distance did not wait for Zaitsev to shout the words "keep alive". A man who escaped was pierced by a bullet and fell in the distance. A fleeing man fell in the distance, and Zaitsev immediately ran to where Stalin was, and the surroundings became a mess. Many people ran around crying and shouting. Some tried to approach Stalin's position, but were already Overwrought guards shot down on the platform. Zhukov's guards on the train didn't know what happened. They guarded the surroundings with weapons, and some of them fired machine guns at Stalin's guards in the confusion. There were casualties on both sides, so the scene became even more chaotic. "Don't shoot! Stop shooting! Idiot!" Zaitsev gave orders not to fire to his own people, while facing the direction of the train, Zhukov's guards shouted loudly: "Stop firing ! This is a bomb attack! Don't shoot yourself!" "Zaytsev! Someone is going to kill me! Bastard! He almost succeeded! I want to go back to the Kremlin! Get ready!" Stalin in the crowd of guards , loudly ordered Zaitsev to get ready to leave the vehicle, and then he seemed to remember something, and continued to shout: "Find me Vatutin! Let him and Zhukov meet me in the Kremlin! Explain what is going on !” Before Zaitsev could answer his boss, another bomb exploded in the crowd over there, causing blood and flesh to rise. Stalin, who had already been frightened by the first explosion, became even more hysterical, and the mess on the platform made everyone present panic. No one knows whether there will be a third explosion, let alone where the explosion will appear. So some people rushed the gate guards hoping to leave the platform of the small station, but they were pushed back by the Stalin guards guarding the exit. They have no right to let anyone here, because they can't determine who among the remaining people is a suspect. In the chaos, Zaitsev and Zhukov in the uniform of the Soviet Marshal jumped off the train and walked towards Stalin with a few guards. Not far away, some officers were also helping to restore order. Obviously, General Vatutin should Just in that direction. "The great leader of the Soviet Union, Comrade Stalin!" Zhukov shouted in the direction of Stalin while letting the guards push away the running crowd: "I came back from the front to guard Moscow with you! Believe what I say Hold my hand tightly! Comrade Stalin!" Stalin didn't respond to Zhukov's shouts, he just scanned everyone around him in the crowd with an expression of horror and suspicion. This time, he knew that someone really wanted to kill him instead. This time, it was not a suspicion, but an assassination with definite evidence. He couldn't believe the officials far away, he didn't believe in Vladivostok, he didn't believe in Chelyabinsk, he couldn't even believe Zhukov and Vatutin who were beside him. So he can only sit where he is, waiting to discern who is loyal to him. And in his heart, a cruel and nameless fire of karma had been ignited, and as a leader of the country, Stalin obviously had a character of revenge in his bones. "Let him come here! Zaitsev! Come here with Zhukov!" Burned by this flame of hatred, Stalin was furious. He suddenly opened his mouth and shouted into the distance: "Today I want someone who dares to provoke me!" Stalin! Dare to challenge me in Moscow!" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- from /