One Thousand One Hundred and Twenty-Three Yellow Beams 1 Dream

At this moment in Moscow, the grenadiers of the vanguard of the German army are looking at a small square whose name is not known in the distance through some ruins and collapsed walls. Their offensive mission this time is there. The Vegachi Movie Theater is only a few blocks away. Please read the most complete!

If Akado knows that this small square, which is now fought desperately by soldiers from both sides, is actually a famous World Peace Monument in later generations, then he will definitely be satisfied with his achievements in this life. His troops are firing indiscriminately at the site of the future peace monument, pouring bullets on those who erected the peace monument.

And the Weijiaqi Cinema next to this monument really has a lot of background. This cinema was a key project of Germany's aid to the Soviet Union during the Soviet-German honeymoon period. Almost all the engineers and officers in the secret military base established near Moscow at that time had visited the most modern movie theater in the Soviet Union.

Even when Akado secretly visited the Soviet Union for the third time, he watched a movie here with the high-level Soviet officials who held great power at that time. But time has passed, and now everything is different, and what is left is only some nostalgic memories, and this cathedral, which carries the memories of the honeymoon period between the two countries, is no longer what it used to be.

Ten years is enough to make any equipment obsolete, and it is enough to turn a modern movie theater into a dusty, backward dilapidated building. Because of the Great Purge and other messy movements, the Soviet Union invested less and less money in entertainment facilities, so that it was too small to maintain the normal operation of movie theaters.

So this once very luxurious movie theater finally turned into an old house that no one cares about, usually only a poor old man is in charge of it. When the Germans came back, they were already driving a tank and carrying a rifle. Obviously, there was no charge for entering the cinema in this outfit.

At this time, because the cinema was designed and constructed by German engineers, it was not damaged by the shock wave of the cannon. Except for the mottled marks on the outer wall, everything inside was intact except for the dust. And now here is a Soviet field hospital, which is full of slightly wounded soldiers who can move.

Shells fell around the square from time to time, and they were still very clear in the cinema. The vibration caused some dust to fall from the roof from time to time. The old man in charge of watching the cinema sat expressionlessly on a dilapidated sofa at the door. He is here After living here for ten years, I really don't want to leave this familiar place.

"Ah! Ah!" The hall reverberated with the shouts of an unknown wounded soldier. The medical conditions here are very limited, so most people are arranged to wait for medicines here after a simple bandage. Because there is no shortage of anti-infective drugs, wounded soldiers die painfully every day here.

There were screams one after another, because the time passed quickly, and there were many cases where the condition deteriorated and could not be treated. There is a rotten smell of despair everywhere, and nurses shuttle through the crowd every day,

Then the wounded who were in better condition carried some soldiers who had unknowingly lost their breath out of the cinema on stretchers full of blood and disposed of them.

God knows how many people have died here, the old man held a glass of boiling water steadily in his hand, and looked at everything in front of him with very ordinary eyes. Now German soldiers are attacking desperately a few streets away. If there is no accident, this place will become a new German territory within a few days. He looked up at the huge five-pointed star on the roof, feeling an indescribably lonely feeling in his heart.

In a building on Lemonosov Street, just north of the cinema, civil unrest broke out in Vatutin's headquarters. The frenzied attack of the German armored forces on the two wings of the 82nd Infantry Army that broke into the city put his defense line in danger of collapsing across the board.

"Comrade General! The defense line of the ring road can no longer hold on. Our defense system near Marino has collapsed. If we insist on the outer defense line, the entire northwest corner of the army is in danger of overturning!" A staff officer looked at Map, compared with the news that just came back, frowned and said: "The German armored forces are using the ring road to open up positions on the two wings, and our troops have lost a lot."

Vatutin was also battered at this time. He didn't expect the Germans to be so familiar with street fighting, to the extent that they beat the Soviet defenders to the brink of death in urban street fighting. In fact, he should have thought of this result. After all, the Germans really brought out their experience after fighting street fighting, while the experienced Soviets died on the battlefield after fighting street fighting.

In fact, there are not many troops in this world who are good at street fighting. This can only be said to be a means for the weak side to delay the strong side as much as possible, not the so-called magic weapon for defeating the enemy. If there is an absolute reserve force, then maybe a street battle will turn into a turning point in a war, like Stalingrad in another time and space; and if there is no strong reserve force, then street fighting is nothing more than a dying struggle That's all.

Vatutin is now trying his best to die. The troops in his hands had no way to fight back, so they could only hide in the city and fight the Germans in a war of attrition. As for who consumes more - only God knows. After all, if he refused to spend so much and rushed out to fight the Germans on the plains, the troops in his hands would be wiped out faster.

"Go up the reserve team. After all, if the defense line of the ring road is lost, we will completely lose the outer defense line." The Soviet commander of the Moscow city defense, with his hands behind his back, issued in a low and slightly hoarse voice An order was given to deploy new combat troops. Now there are not many reserve teams left in Moscow, and there is no other way for Vatutin to do this.

Vatutin is struggling here at the end of the road, and Stalin is not very comfortable in his underground bunker. While he has to frequently send his henchmen to check whether the army is still under Stalin's control, he has to send countless letters. Telegrams that no longer work at all, to mobilize troops and officials who do not obey orders at all.

"Telegram Roosevelt! Tell him that if the United States loses the Persian Gulf, then we may lose the entire Indian Ocean... He must hold Saudi Arabia, he must hold there!" Stalin squinted his eyes and looked at the world in front of him map, he has nothing to do with the German troops around Moscow, but he is still worrying about the situation in the distant Middle East.

"A bulletin from the Far East mentioned that the Americans have cut off military aid to the Far East... You send a telegram to Roosevelt at this time, and they may..." A consultant-like subordinate stood beside Stalin, crying bitterly. Bitterly advised: "Maybe they won't pay attention to us at all."

"Cut it off? It's good to cut it off! It's too good to cut it off!" Stalin didn't seem to hear the latter sentence "I don't care about it", knocking on the table and shouting loudly: "I cut off the supplies of the group of opponents, I see them What are you going to use against me!"

Before the people around him came back to their senses, he changed his style again. It seemed that he was thinking hard and finally made a decision: "If possible, let the central region try to overcome some difficulties and support the Chinese theater. Some ammunition, bullets, heavy weapons, more or less should be given... Maybe the world will be very different after the war, and we should deploy some of our own forces in advance."

In short, Stalin at this time seems to be performing his own performance, a performance that even he himself does not know whether it is illusory or not. Maybe he dreamed of himself in another time and space, the era that belonged to their Big Three. It's a pity that the reality is much crueler than he imagined. A few kilometers away, where the flames of war are raging, is already the western border of the Soviet Union.

"Call General Vatutin and ask him and Marshal Zhukov to determine the mobilization of reinforcements in Moscow. Let's wait until Comrade Stalin's mood stabilizes before reporting the news of the mobilization of troops." A Soviet general leaned on Outside the door, he ordered to several of his attendants: "Now report the news that the defense line of the Ring Road has been lost. Maybe he will shoot us directly."

Wiping the cold sweat off his forehead, these officers also nodded. They obviously agreed with their superiors, and they wanted to delay the loss of the ring road defense until a better time to report. So several people hurriedly retreated to the end of the corridor, and then looked at the surprised eyes of the soldiers on duty on the stairs, and fled desperately away from the underground fortification buried deep under the Kremlin.

And Stalin in the room didn't know the news that the Germans were getting closer to where he was. He was still immersed in his fantasy, imagining that he would end the war as a victor, and then he and his country would It will dominate the entire world and become the most powerful force in the world.

"Akado! You can't beat me! I am invincible! I am Stalin! I must be the one who wins! I will turn the tide of the war in Moscow! I will!" He knocked on the desk in the office , the sound spread far, far away. And when he yelled, he didn't notice the faces of the waiters and generals and officers around him. They all had expressions of looking at clowns. No one believed Stalin's words anymore—at least here In the room, no one believed that the Soviet Union in the hands of Stalin would turn things around and win the final victory.

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