12.07 Million People with 1 Heart

Zaitsev walked along the dark corridor. He passed bunkers built up with various tables, chairs and benches. Behind these bunkers were soldiers and wounded. Some of the bunkers on both sides were originally used as telegraph rooms and others The food storage room is now full of people in need of treatment. (pinyin of bi qi wu)()

At the door of a room with an ammunition warehouse sign, the words "Strictly No Fireworks" are marked in Russian below. Standing were two smoking officers. They wore steel helmets of ordinary soldiers and carried Mosin Nagant rifles. When they saw Zaitsev passing by, they stood at attention and gave a military salute. Obviously there is no ammunition in the house, and there is no need to strictly prohibit fireworks here.

"Don't retreat! If the Germans break in, try to fight until the last moment!" Zaitsev walked to the depths without stopping, and said to the soldiers staying on both sides. His words echoed in the corridor, along with his own footsteps.

The ammunition is almost completely exhausted, and the only few machine guns are almost destroyed in the fierce fighting outside. Now the soldiers guarding here are nothing more than some submachine guns and rifles. Can they stop the German army from advancing? God will know. Zaitsev didn't plan to expect them to stick around for long, because he was just keeping a promise to Stalin.

He promised Stalin to stick to the last moment, so he must stick to the last moment. As long as Zaitsev is still alive in this world, what he is stepping on must be the territory of the Soviet Union! With rifles on their backs, they walked past the soldiers standing on both sides of the corridor step by step. Some soldiers ran towards the door with ammunition boxes, while some were trying their best to strengthen the various bunkers around them.

Suddenly, a man in a shirt ran up and grabbed Zaitsev. He looked in the direction of the entrance in panic, and begged in a trembling voice: "The Germans are already on top of us! Comrade Zaitsev! Comrade Stalin has left us. Now we continue to resist. What's the use?"

Zaitsev knew this person. He was one of Stalin's aides and had given Stalin several good economic reform proposals. But in the current state of war, who would care about an economic reform proposal that changes people's livelihood? Zaitsev stopped, looked at the other party and frowned. Instead of answering the other party's words, he asked, "Where is your gun? Everyone here must fight to the end. Why don't you take a weapon?"

"I... I'm just a consultant, Zaitsev! You know me... I haven't fired a gun, and I haven't been trained... I..." The consultant is white and looks like that kind of education Super tall, wealthy people who have never experienced any hardships at all. He pleaded with Zaitsev, but he spoke intermittently because of nervousness, which was far from the bird's-eye view of the world when he talked about the application of economics in front of Stalin.

Zaitsev stared at the opponent's eyes, then suddenly stretched out his arm and pressed it on the opponent's shoulder: "Oh? So, are you sure that you have no combat ability and are just a civilian? You have not been trained.

You also don't have the ability to study, so you don't have to fight, just wait here and leave decently after the war is over... right? "

The consultant felt that Zaitsev was really easy to talk, and he said what he wanted to express in such a reasonable manner. He nodded excitedly, and almost hugged the other party and said that I will invite you to a French meal after surrendering.

But when he was about to thank Zaitsev, he suddenly felt something sharp pierced his stomach, so he lowered his head, and saw Zaitsev holding a dagger in his hand, and The other end of the dagger was buried deep in his white shirt. Blood gushed out along the bloodletting groove on the dagger in an instant, and began to spread on the white cloth. The consultant raised his head with difficulty, and saw Zaitsev's distorted face.

"Why...why..." The consultant really wanted to know the reason why the other party made a sudden move, but the pain made it difficult for him to even speak. He reached out to grab Zaitsev's clothes, but found that he had no strength to lift it up. own arm. He staggered, then fell to the ground, and the dagger was pulled out of his liver, tearing the wound even wider.

In the end, this man who had made great achievements in the economic field closed his eyes in pain on the ground, surrounded by soldiers and officers watching the excitement. Zaitsev held the bloody dagger in his hand, looked coldly at the corpse on the ground, and said, "Since you are incapable of fighting, I will kill you with my own hands..."

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Outside the wall of the Kremlin, in a simple headquarters surrounded by a dozen trucks and armored vehicles, a dozen senior German generals were standing in front of a German marshal, arguing fiercely about something. Everyone looked excited, as if this was a very important thing to them.

"It should be the Kremlin that our 1st Panzergrenadier Division first attacked? We lost a full 90 soldiers in the battle... At this time, let us withdraw our troops. What a joke." A German division commander Looking at Marshal Rundstedt in front of him, he complained angrily.

Another officer also pointed to the location on the map and said to Rundstedt: "We have been attacking in this direction for so many days, and in the end, in order to cooperate with the special forces of the SS, we gave up our position and let them perform once?"

Rundstedt was also very helpless, because in the pre-script, his troops should still be on standby a few blocks away, but because the defense forces deployed by the Soviet Union were so weak that he Before he could give the order to stop the attack, his troops had already entered the Kremlin.

"The Fuehrer doesn't know that we have already occupied this Soviet palace. Behind us, two or three blocks away, the SS troops are still preparing various equipment. Various cameras and journalists, even for a while The troops with the national flag even have new uniforms ready." An officer of the special forces responsible for liaison said to Rundstedt with his hands behind his back: "You know what the SS means to the head of state. We can be the first Breaking into the Kremlin is an absolute joy for the Führer."

"Maybe, but I think no matter which army, the German army's capture of the Kremlin is something worthy of the head of state's joy." Rundstedt is the German marshal after all, and he is very majestic when he speaks. The SS officers also lost their voices, and the generals of the Wehrmacht here became more confident.

But Lundstedt is now riding a tiger, and feels like a dumb man who is suffering from eating coptis. If he did so, he would undoubtedly offend the forces of the SS, and it might also make the head of state behind the SS feel unhappy-between gains and losses, he really didn't know how to choose for a while.

"Long live the Führer! Your Excellency the Marshal!" An officer jumped out of the armored command vehicle holding a telegram, and ran past several electromechanical officers and officers, standing in front of Marshal Rundstedt, and stood at attention. A military salute said: "A call from the Supreme Command!"

"Read!" Rundstedt unconsciously felt sweat dripping from his forehead. He is a little nervous now, afraid that there will be some embarrassing sentence in the telegram. After all, the SS has always regarded itself as the leader of the army, not to mention the order of attack, the original script was arranged.

"Your Excellency, Marshal...you...Marshal, are you sure you want to continue?" The officer asked the marshal in front of him with a look of embarrassment while holding the telegram. The surrounding officers all pricked up their ears, wanting to hear the opinions from the head of state.

"Read!" Rundstedt took a deep breath, and he couldn't care about his old face anymore, and waved his hand to signal the other party to continue.

"My lord marshal, are you stupid?" After the officer finished reading the telegram, he raised his head and glanced at Rundstedt, seeing a hint of helplessness on the other's miserable face.

Seeing that the other party did not interrupt his reading, the officer had no choice but to continue reading: "Which army invaded the Kremlin, that army's name will go down in history! This is the honor of our soldiers, how can it be handed over to others? If Army Group A is full of softies, so get the hell out of here and go to the military academy again! The head of state...Akado Rudolph."

God turning point! This is God's turning point. After hearing Akado's scolding, Rundstedt felt for the first time that the head of state above his head was so angry with him. This is the head of state who came out of the National Defense Forces, this is the head of state that I have been willing to support, this is the future emperor who makes people admire him so much!

Lundstedt took the telegram, then smiled and carefully folded the paper in half, stuffing it into his coat pocket. Then the German Marshal of the Wehrmacht walked up to the SS officer, reached out and patted each other's arm and said, "We are all soldiers of the head of state, so there is no need to quarrel over such a trivial matter, right?"

Half an hour later, on a half-collapsed spire tower in the Kremlin, a dozen Wehrmacht soldiers, mixed with three or five soldiers in SS uniforms, worked together to place a huge German swastika flag on the building. The top of the object unfolds in the wind.

This moment was recorded by dozens of reporters with various cameras and video recorders. The most beautiful one was titled "All One Mind", which was published on the front page of the German daily three days later.

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