One Thousand One Hundred and Three Can Not See the Front

This time, Stalin did not veto Zhukov's proposal. He leaned on the back of his chair, stared into Zhukov's eyes, and after a long silence, he said with difficulty: "If I humiliate Germany and ask for peace, then in the Soviet Union Prestige will definitely be affected. {To read the latest chapter, please go to:} Please search (pinx-on:书￥网) to read the most complete! The fastest updated novel"

When Zhukov heard this sentence, his face beamed with joy. He also thought that Stalin was not unwilling to talk about peace, but just worried about the impact. So he hurried forward and said: "The great leader, Comrade Stalin, if we achieve peace on the Soviet-German border, then the troops in our hands can easily eliminate the voices that oppose you..."

"I mean, how can I face those voices who criticize me after I die!" Stalin closed his eyes and said to Zhukov in an irritated tone: "I am alive, of course people dare not say anything about me, but I am dead. What will the rest of the people do to me? I let their sons, husbands and fathers die fighting for the Soviet Union, but I myself finally chose to make peace and live on mediocrely?"

He looked at Zhukov who was stunned there, and emphasized his tone again. This time, what he said was more serious, and it also made Zhukov re-acquainted with Comrade Stalin in front of him: "How can I be worthy of Comrade Lenin who handed over the Soviet Union to me?" How can I be worthy of our revolutionary cause? Even if I, Joseph, die in Moscow, the Soviet Union cannot cede an inch of land from me! I am Stalin! Stalin is not the name of a coward!"

"So...Comrade Stalin, how do we face this situation now?" Zhukov swallowed, and then asked in a respectful tone. He felt that he only knew Stalin today, the Soviet ruler who, in his impression, was famous for his brutality. Now he knows that behind the Communist Party is extreme perseverance, and behind his brutality is the fortitude that permeates Stalin's bones rather than bend.

Every great man worth remembering in history has his own personality characteristics, and it is precisely because of these characteristics that they have their own sexual limitations. The mistakes made by these people in the choice cannot be completely attributed to their stupidity or madness, because perhaps these same reasons lead them to success.

Fu Jian stubbornly used the Han official Wang Meng, thus making the former Qin powerful. When making this choice, he was confident and persistent, and this decision did have the desired effect. But when Wang Meng begged Fu Jian not to attack Jin in the south before his death, Fu Jian was also confident and persistent. He believed that he could destroy the Jin Dynasty and realize the dream of unifying the Central Plains...so everyone knew the result.

And Stalin is also such a man, he is conceited and stubborn, stubborn and persistent, persistent and irritable, but there is three points of wisdom in his irritable. If it weren't for such a personality, how could he have overwhelmed so many elites in the Lenin era and become the leading real power leader of the Soviet Union? And it happened to be this kind of character that caused him to set off a bloody purge, and chose the tough line of fighting Germany to the end.

"What you have to do is actually very simple, stick to every inch of your position until the last moment." Stalin said slowly, a little tired,

Throwing the crumpled telegram in his hand at his feet: "Moscow will persevere until the end, until the German invaders are defeated, or until it falls completely."

"I understand! Comrade Stalin! I will stick to the last moment and hold Moscow!" Zhukov replied standing at attention. If his previous attitude towards Stalin was obedience under high pressure, then at this moment he felt that he should do something for this country, for this admirable leader.

"Cooperate well with Comrade Vatutin! As long as we hit the invaders hard here, the Soviet flag will never be lowered!" Stalin stood up, walked around the table to Zhukov, and patted him Shoulder: "I will be here, waiting for my own destiny."

"So, about negotiating with the Germans..." Zhukov seemed a little unwilling, so he asked this question anyway.

"Of course you can negotiate, Comrade Zhukov." Stalin smiled wryly, then rubbed the pipe in his palm twice: "However, all this will have to wait until I am dead. Stalin will never compromise or negotiate, understand?"

"I understand! I will persevere until victory comes! Comrade Stalin!" Zhukov stood at attention and saluted, then turned around and walked out of Stalin's office. But as the door of the office closed, Stalin did not immediately return to his seat. He walked to the front of the bookshelf, looked up at the portrait of Lenin above it, expressionless.

It was this man in the portrait who brought him to where he is now, and together they worked together to create a great country of vast size, the largest country in the world. At that time, he was full of vigor and felt that there was inexhaustible strength in his body, but now he has gray temples and has to face a million enemy troops outside the city alone.

"Comrade Lenin, if you can, show me the way forward! I really don't know what to do now... I remember what you taught me. Fortunately, I have done it. Now I want to I’m going to follow you, and I hope that when I see you, you won’t be disappointed in me.” Stalin murmured, moving his eyes away from the portrait of Lenin, and walked to the window with his hands behind his back. The world was dark.

The shelling of the Germans stopped at some point, and the sound of gunfire in the distance was sparse and inaudible. Stalin felt infinitely tired and powerless, so he could only walk back from the window with heavy steps. In fact, he seldom works in this office now, and most of the time he can only sit in the basement without seeing any sunlight.

Four hours ago, the German 150mm artillery bombarded the urban area of ​​Moscow, and the war was no longer far away. Everything here has been shrouded in the range of the enemy's attack, everyone must be careful to survive, including Stalin himself.

Pushing open the door, he walked towards the corridor step by step, and the guard at the door closed the door for him. The valet and a group of personal guards followed him down the stairs, then pushed open the heavy door, walked through a darker slope, and walked towards the deeply buried basement. It is tens of meters deep underground and will not be affected by artillery fire.

In the long and deep corridor, only the footsteps of Stalin and his guards can be heard. Guards guard the heavy steel gate at intervals. The place is completely powered by diesel generators, with good lighting and supporting facilities. facility. The whole project was built along with the subway project, and it has only recently been basically completed.

But no matter how glaring the incandescent lights overhead, the end of the tunnel was still so dark, Stalin couldn't see clearly ahead, couldn't see where he was about to go, just what it looked like. He could only walk slowly step by step, with his slightly heavy steps.

...

On the outskirts of Moscow, behind a position full of bomb craters and broken barbed wire, in a deep trench, two Soviet Red Army soldiers were in a bunker reinforced with wood, watching the darkness that seemed to swallow everything in the distance.

They were relatively safer where they were, for there were timbers strung across them to serve as a roof over their heads from the wind and rain. Behind them was a layout plan of a partial trench, a small broken table, and on it were the lunch boxes of the two of them, as well as some scattered expired documents.

This was originally a secret command post close to the front line, but because of the continuous advance of the German army, it has become a hidden observation post and a temporary machine gun bunker on the front line. There are still traces of artillery mirrors erected on the compacted ground, but the expensive equipment, as well as the officials who once lived here, seem to have been moved to a safer place.

Unlike in Moscow, the lighting control on the front line is very strict. Not only are the regulations strict, but on the other hand, no one wants to make fun of their own lives. The lights exposed at night can be transmitted far and far away, and any clues are sufficient reasons for the enemy to fire.

The two leaned against the reserved observation port, squinting their eyes and looking at the movements of the German army's position opposite them by the starlight. Behind them lay seven or eight Soviet soldiers lying in disorder on the ground. These people just slept here because they were tired, so they could still hear slight snoring occasionally.

"I'm thinking, was it a division commander or an army commander who lived here before, and the flesh is really strong." A soldier in charge of observing and guarding whispered to another soldier: "And the place is big enough, maybe they behind us Just set up two beds, with quilts and pillows."

Putting down the binoculars, another soldier rubbed his dry eyes. He could hardly see anything in the binoculars, and there was darkness everywhere. Hearing his companion's muttering, he spat out the grass root in his mouth, and replied: "If I were you, and I had time to talk nonsense, I would carefully check the bullets in the machine gun."

"Ding Dong... Dang clang..." In the dark place in the distance, there was the sound of metal objects colliding. There are a lot of canned food from the United States in the Soviet army’s logistics supplies. After eating the canned food, the soldiers used to tie the canned boxes to the barbed wire. This can provide a certain degree of early warning, which is similar to the role of a bell.

"I ￥#%!" The Soviet soldier heard the sharp sound in the background of the rumbling guns. After a second of stunned, he shouted loudly: "Enemy attack! Get up quickly! Germans attack!"

As if in response to his shout, in the darkness in the distance, the unique sound of the g42 machine gun began to roar. () "My Third Reich" only represents the author's point of view. If you find that its content violates national laws and conflicts, please delete it. Our position is only committed to providing a healthy and green reading platform. 【】,thank you all!