One Thousand Seventy-Seven Throwing Stones?

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"So, have we been arrested now?" The old man showed a mocking look on his face, and asked the officer who came in with a smile: "You can arrest people now, but some people may Maybe they will resist."

The officer laughed loudly, then walked up to the old man and said, "Are you kidding? I brought people here to strengthen the security work here. After all, we can't be sure whether Moscow will send some real killers to kill you guys." Killed for the true heroes of the Russian revival."

The old man finally couldn't help laughing out loud, with a smug look on his face. At this moment, he can finally be sure that he is out of Moscow's control, at least in the territory of Chelyabinsk, he already has absolute dominance. This dominance was hard-won. He endured it for many years, and only at this moment, when Stalin was weakened to such an extent, began his own rise.

"Are the 50,000 troops drawn from Siberia and the Far East already in our hands?" The old man looked behind him at a liaison officer in charge of the army, and asked another important point of today's meeting.

The liaison officer was obviously confident about this matter, and quickly replied: "The commanders of those troops are obviously smart people, and they also know that if they rush to Moscow, they may not be able to return to their hometown. So they followed our advice, Going very slowly."

He pointed to a huge map hanging on the wall, and drew an approximate location on the east side, which is very far away from Moscow, and said with a smile: "Maybe we can't do things like driving them to attack Moscow, but Let them wait and see for two months, there is still absolute certainty."

The old man at the head turned his attention to Valshilevsky again. His confidant or like-minded assistant understood his every thought, and the tacit understanding between the two could be described as perfect—this is also Valshilevsky. The main reason for Ski's success in Chelyabinsk.

Without thinking about it, Valshilevsky immediately answered: "The 60 Stalin tanks and 120 T-34 tanks produced in the factory this week have all been impounded by us for various reasons. These munitions will become our bargaining chips in the future, and there will be no mistakes."

As Germany's super spy in the Soviet Union, as someone who now openly opposes Stalin, the resources in his hands are actually greater than those on the surface. Thanks to the efforts of this super spy, Chelyabinsk's production capacity has been kept at a low level, and those piles of raw materials, as well as the production speed wasted due to the production process-to put it bluntly, He alone killed at least 500 Soviet tanks, or even more.

This is the role of spies. If the strength of the two sides is equal, these spies on the hidden front who usually look far from generals and aces are the key to the final outcome of the war.

What is more deadly is not that Valshilevsky delayed the production of at least 500 tanks in the Soviet Union,

Instead, he used his personal ability and influence to influence the position of Chelyabinsk, a Soviet industrial zone. They chose to defect when Stalin needed support the most, and they chose to sit on the sidelines when the Soviet Union needed industrial power the most.

"Including the 400 tanks of various types and self-propelled anti-tank guns that we owed before, we can already form an armored division. It just so happens that a new division we were ordered to recruit is training in the suburbs, and there is no loyalty. As for the problem, why don't we form an army of our own." The old man looked at his confidants around him and said.

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"Boom!" The German bombardment in the direction of Moscow did not mean to stop at all. A shell exploded on the Soviet position, setting off black smoke that covered the sky and the sun. On the Moscow forward defense line full of bomb craters, a Soviet officer squinted his eyes and slapped his sand-covered steel helmet twice with his hands.

Under the cover of assault guns, a mass of German soldiers slowly approached the Soviet position. They set up machine gun cover in a nearby bomb crater, carefully stepped over the corpses of the Soviet Red Army and the German Wehrmacht, and approached an area that was almost flattened by shells. The high ground kept advancing.

"Keep your body down! Spread out as much as possible! After entering the trench, clear away the threat immediately. Non-stop movement is the basic means to save your life. Tension is your biggest enemy!" Behind the smoke bomb, the German officer was repeatedly reminding himself of the new The subordinates who came up, these soldiers came from Belgium and France, and they were regarded as the German Foreign Legion.

These soldiers are all recruited from the SS. They do not crowd out the regular Wehrmacht recruitment quota, but they can make up for many shortcomings in the German Wehrmacht's recruitment. Because it is not affiliated with the German Ministry of Defense and the General Staff, the SS can have more choices when conscription.

After instigation and lobbying, the SS recruited some qualified recruits in occupied France and Belgium, the Netherlands and Luxembourg. The farthest conscription unit found 1,000 volunteers in Spain to join the army. These soldiers all hated the Soviet Union and were willing to fight for a strong and unified Greater Europe. Holding crude weapons, they were dubbed a "SS Liberal Division" and went to the battlefield.

Under the cover of German tanks, countless soldiers entered the effective range of the Soviet army. Soon, some ambushing Soviet heavy machine guns began to roar, and some German troops who were not well hidden began to be hit, and shouts of medical soldiers rang out everywhere. sound. These German SS soldiers jumped into the dilapidated trenches and began to compete with the Soviet soldiers pouring out from all directions for this not-so-wide position.

The Soviet officer who slapped his helmet just now is now frowning and looking at his left-wing position, where the sound of German soldiers shouting is everywhere, and he also saw the German swastika flag shaking back and forth at the highest point of the position. His face turned pale because he knew that the highland he guarded was only 13,400 meters away from Moscow.

Yes, the unit is meters! He couldn't take a step back, because he knew that if he retreated here, the German army would be closer to Moscow. He touched an empty French cigarette case in his arms, and his lips became bloodless from pressing together too hard.

He once smoked with Zaitsev, the personal guard captain of the great Soviet leader Comrade Stalin, and he saw the admiring eyes of the other party. So he decided to swear to the death this time, because this is his belief as a Soviet soldier. So he turned a blind eye to his collapsed left wing and ordered his troops to continue to stick to the positions that were leaking on all sides.

"Let Comrade Pugadov take a machine gun and find a way to defend the flank of the left wing. Moscow is behind us, and we can no longer retreat! Everyone must have the consciousness of being a Soviet soldier and die for Comrade Stalin A drop of blood!" He loudly issued the combat order to continue to stand firm, and when he spoke, the German troops directly in front of him had poured into his outer trenches under the cover of assault guns.

About 5 kilometers behind this Soviet officer, in a secret underground bunker, Zhukov and Vatutin, as the current supreme front-line commanders of the Soviet army, are inspecting their defensive positions. The sound of artillery in the distance was too dense to be heard, but the two of them still got some not-so-good news from the commander of the front army who accompanied them.

"Comrade Marshal Zhukov, Comrade General Vatutin, our troops lack heavy anti-tank weapons. Soldiers have sacrificed countless precious lives to deal with German tanks." The heavy loss: "In 3 days, I got a supplement of 1,400 soldiers, but my troops lost a full 3,900 people."

Vatutin had nothing to support the generals at the front, so he had to complain along with him. In fact, he also has his own difficulties. The industrial base in the rear is increasingly taking Moscow seriously: "The heavy weapons from Chelyabinsk were interrupted two weeks ago, and the weapons and equipment shipped from other places were also blocked." The rear uses various excuses to intercept the flow..."

"Comrade Vatutin." Zhukov looked at the map, finally pointed to the line of defense in front of the position that had been smashed by the German troops, and said to his colleagues: "You should let the troops withdraw from here. It could be death in vain."

Vatutin smiled wryly, then walked to the front of the map, looked away from the 13-kilometer distance mark, and said to Zhukov: "Comrade Marshal, you know that we have no room to retreat. Comrade Stalin issued a death order 20 days ago, and all troops must not take a step back."

When Zhukov entered the room, the first thing he looked at was the troop's supply receipt statistics report. He knew that these troops, which seemed to have great potential in terms of numbers, were actually just empty shelves one after another. They didn't have enough ammunition, and they didn't get supplies in time in many cases. Being able to persist until this moment is already the result of grassroots soldiers sacrificing for the country.

So he looked at Vatutin, pointed to the defensive positions that had been covered by German artillery fire, and asked, "Look! Look there! Those who guard there really love this Soldiers of the country! They are putting their lives against the steel of the Germans! What do you want them to use to hold their positions? Throwing stones at King Tiger tanks?"