Nine Hundred and Seventy-Three Front-Line Cities

When Germany's head of state, Accardo, was struggling with his allies, it was clear that Stalin, the leader of the Soviet Union, didn't have so many things in mind. Please search (product% book￥￥network)! The fastest-updated novel. At this moment, he is paying attention to his Moscow defense line, and is making great efforts to prevent the Soviet officials in Moscow from escaping. After all, Moscow is no longer a safe place. On the entire Soviet-German front line, the fragile defense and scarce troops here make people feel unconfident. Everyone believes that the German army may capture it within a month. Moscow. In this general environment, any way to leave Moscow is extremely precious, but as the German army gets closer and closer to Moscow, there are fewer and fewer ways to leave the city. The road is full of refugees who retreated from the city. The citizens with their families are yellow and emaciated on both sides of the roadbed. Groups of soldiers are carrying rifles and facing the direction of Moscow expressionlessly. Walking numbly. These soldiers have to rely on their flesh and blood to stop the steel torrent of the Wehrmacht, and everyone knows what their fate is like. These Stalin's troops prevented the collapsed citizens from leaving Moscow. Many people were driven back to Moscow when they encountered checkpoints, or were directly detained as labor, helping the troops to move supplies and dig trenches. The Soviet Union urgently produced a batch of individual anti-tank guns as the "ultimate weapon" for consuming German armor in street battles. The Soviet army in the direction of Moscow relied on millions of women and children to strengthen their line of defense. It is miraculous that it took less than 0 days to build a large number of anti-tank obstacles and build 3,000 temporary machine gun bunkers were built, and various trenches were dug for a full 30 kilometers. But now the Soviet civilians who have completed such a huge project are asked to live and die with their positions, and they are not allowed to leave Moscow. There were complaints but it was useless. Sporadic troops coming from all directions blocked the road. If anyone sneaked away, neighbors and escapers would be shot on the spot as soon as they were found. Iron and blood ruled this city that was about to turn into hell, and any effort to make a living was stifled by harsh discipline. These civilians huddled in the wilderness had no tents and food. They lost the supply of drinking water and did not have enough food for several meals. Because most of them are only women and old people left, these people don't even have the courage to try to take a detour into the wilderness. In a checkpoint entwined with barbed wire, blocking all people passing through here, a Soviet second lieutenant frowned at the scene before him, and the soldiers behind him pointed their rifles at a large group of refugees at the end , and these refugees waved their valuables on the other side of the barbed wire, begging the defenders here to let them go. "Let us go! My man died in Ukraine, don't you even let his children go? Please! Be kind! We only have women and children! A woman waved coins and gold jewelry in her hand, lying on the piercing barbed wire, letting the sharp spikes scrape the skin on her chest, and the blood stains made her chest even whiter, so sickly Suffocatingly pale. Another old lady was also lying on the barbed wire, begging the opposite soldier with a desperate voice: "My God, you are as old as my grandson, I don't know where he is now Where, I'm going to find him and take him home..." Farther away,

There is also a slightly faint voice shouting loudly: "We sent our son to the front line, but we were dragged to dig trenches. Now we have donated everything we can to the motherland, and you still want us to accompany those officials." Let the old men die together? Let us go! Let us go!" "Silent! Silent! If you shake the barbed wire again! We are going to shoot!" A young soldier was shocked by the sight in front of him Terrified, he held the Mosin Nagant rifle in his hand, but his muzzle was trembling. A veteran next to him pulled the bolt of the sand submachine gun in his hand, and the atmosphere became more tense. After all, not all soldiers are willing to fire at their own people, let alone those who are leaving are women and children who have no fighting power. Some old and thin women were holding children in their arms. These soldiers really wanted to drop their weapons and push away the barbed wire fence in front of them. "Boom!" Raising the revolver in his hand, the commander of the checkpoint, the Soviet second lieutenant officer, fired a shot at the sky, and the scene became quieter. Just behind the second lieutenant, a group of Soviet sailors in sea soul shirts ruthlessly raised their weapons. Two kneeling soldiers loaded the bullets of the Maxim heavy machine gun and aimed at the soldiers and unarmed people in front. The sailors in these miles came out of the tents beside the post, and the ordinary soldiers quickly gave up the idea of ​​opening the door to let people go, and could only stand in a stalemate with the crowd with their weapons in their hands. "Listen to me! Everyone listen to me! Comrade Stalin issued an order! Everyone who leaves Moscow in disregard of the order will be hanged for treason! So don't force me to order to shoot! All Go back! Everyone go back!" The second lieutenant raised his pistol and loudly comforted the fleeing crowd, but it didn't seem to have much effect. Although the crowd was quiet in the end, they were far from dispersing, but sat on the road and began to sob softly. However, the atmosphere has been eased, so those dark gun muzzles have also been lowered, and the scary scene has gradually faded. "Drip! Didi!" A German Mercedes-Benz car drove slowly on the road. When the car passed by the crowd sitting on the ground, it had to slow down. The people in the car kept honking their horns, urging the old and weak women and children to move out of the way so that he could pass here quickly. It didn't take long for the civilians who were used to giving way to move out of the road, and the car slowly drove to the front of the checkpoint. The second lieutenant frowned at the hesitant car, and he had been behind the barbed wire since it first appeared. The German head of state, Akado, once gave many high-ranking officials in the Soviet Union Mercedes-Benz cars when he was a colonel. These cars were not only luxury goods, but also a symbol of official status. It's true that Stalin also had such a car, but since the Soviet-German War, he no longer took that luxurious German car. Nowadays, this kind of car is rare. After all, everyone should pay attention to some identities and influences. But there is no doubt that this car is definitely a good thing in the Soviet Union, and it is one of the most reliable cars. Presumably the driver chose such a car to drive out because of the durable and reliable quality of German cars. The second lieutenant's car stopped in front of the barbed wire, and the beautiful drop-shaped headlights were almost attached to the barbed wire. The black body is shining brightly in the sun, and listening to the regular and powerful panting sound of the engine, one knows that this is definitely a good car. "Sir! Please show your ID and explain why you are here!" Appreciating the car belongs to appreciating the car, and the execution of official duties must not be procrastinated. Just follow the rules. "Hello, Second Lieutenant." Among the crowded crowd, the driver's door of the car was pushed open from the inside. A middle-aged man wearing a captain's military uniform jumped out of the car and handed a black pass through the barbed wire to the commander of the checkpoint: "The person sitting in the car is the head of the Soviet Industrial Production Wartime Dispatch Bureau, and His family, they were authorized by Comrade Stalin to go to Chelyabinsk to urge the production of tanks.” Those who can leave Moscow in a legitimate way are undoubtedly Stalin’s cronies. At this time, he was chartered to leave in order to go to various parts of the country to raise strength for the defense of Moscow. As for whether these people will work as hard as Stalin thought after they arrived in those places, no one knows. In short, the situation. Those military and political officials who left a few days ago seem to have had limited success. But this is not something that he, a little second lieutenant, needs to worry about, so he handed back the black pass, stood at attention and saluted, and ordered his soldiers to open the barbed wire barrier. As the barbed wire barrier was removed, the civilians behind the car became confused again. They tried to rush through the barbed wire with the car and leave this terrible ghost place. But obviously the efforts of these people were in vain, because before removing the barbed wire, experienced checkpoint soldiers first laid another barbed wire "defense line" behind.

"Why can they leave!" "There are women and children in the car!" "Let's go! Let's go!" There is scolding. The engine of the car roared past the checkpoint and drove towards the second outer perimeter checkpoint in the distance, while those poor poor people were taken for granted to stay where they were. Close the first barbed wire barrier, and two soldiers quietly lifted up a naked corpse lying on the ground. She had just rushed to the side of the car and was shot and killed by the captain in the driver's seat. No one felt sorry for her, not even the civilian crowd. All the cars left unimpeded, and there were still soldiers standing at attention and saluting beside them. A woman in her thirties stared angrily at the soldiers in the checkpoint, and cursed bitterly: "Wait! The Germans are not far from here! They are really not far away!" On the outskirts of Moscow in May, the rumbling sound of the German artillery can already be heard. The capital city of the Soviet Union has finally become a fortress on the Soviet-German front line.