Chapter 1122

At this moment in Moscow, the grenadiers of the German vanguard are looking through some ruins and collapsed walls at a small square with unknown name in the distance. Their mission of this attack is there, only a few blocks away from the famous vicarious cinema in history.

If akado knew that this small square, which is now contested by the soldiers of both sides, is actually a famous monument to world peace, he would be satisfied with his achievements in this life. His troops are firing wantonly at the location of the future peace monument, pouring bullets at those who erected the monument.

The vygaqi cinema next to the monument has a bright future. It was a key project of German aid to the Soviet Union during the Soviet German honeymoon period. At that time, almost all the engineers and officers in the secret military base set up near Moscow had been to the most modern cinema in the Soviet Union.

Even during akado's third secret visit to the Soviet Union, he watched a movie here with the high-level Soviet leaders who were in power at that time. However, time flies by, and now all these things are different, leaving behind only some nostalgic memories, and the cathedral, which carries the memories of the honeymoon period of the two countries, is no longer what it used to be.

Ten years is enough to make any equipment backward, and also enough to turn a modern cinema into a backward dangerous house full of dust. Because of the purge and other chaotic movements, the Soviet Union spent less and less money on entertainment facilities, so that it could not maintain the normal operation of cinemas.

So this used to be a very luxurious cinema, after all, has become an old house that no one cares about, usually only a poor old man is in charge of it. By the time the Germans came back, they were already driving tanks and carrying rifles. It was obvious that there was no charge for them to go to the cinema.

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, the interior was in good condition except for the dust. Now it's a Soviet field hospital, full of mobile lightly wounded soldiers.

The shells fell around the square from time to time, and it was still very clear when they reached the cinema. The vibration made some dust fall from the roof from time to time. The old man who was in charge of the cinema sat on a shabby sofa at the door without expression. He had lived here for ten years, and he really didn't want to leave this familiar place.

"Ah! Ah The hall echoed the cries of the wounded soldiers. The medical conditions here were very limited, so most people arranged to wait for medicine here after simple bandaging. Because there is no popular anti infective drugs, there are wounded soldiers dying every day.

Scream one after another, because time goes by in a hurry, the deterioration of the disease is not treated everywhere. There was a decadent smell of despair everywhere. Every day, nurses were shuttling through the crowd, and then the wounded in better condition were asked to carry some soldiers out of the cinema with stretchers full of blood.

God knows how many people have died here. The old man is holding a glass of boiling water steadily in his hand and looks at everything in front of him with very mediocre eyes. Now the German soldiers are attacking desperately several streets away. If there is no accident, it will become the new territory of Germany in a few days. He looked up at the huge five pointed star on the roof, and his heart was unspeakable loneliness.

Just north of the cinema, in a building on lemonosov street, the headquarters of vatugin was in chaos. German armored forces in the city of 82 infantry two wings crazy attack, so that his defense line is facing the danger of collapse.

"Comrade General! There's no way to stick to the ring road defense line any longer. Our defense system near Marino has collapsed. If we stick to the peripheral defense line, the whole army in the northwest corner is in danger of overturning! " Looking at the map, one of the staff officers frowned at the news just coming back and said, "the German armored forces are using the ring road to open up positions on both wings. Our troops are losing a lot."

At this time, vatukin was also in a mess. He did not expect that the Germans were so familiar with street fighting, and knew the extent to which the Soviet garrison was in a mess in urban street fighting. In fact, he should have thought of this result. After all, the experience of the Germans was brought out after the street fight, while the experienced people of the Soviet Union died on the battlefield after the street fight.

In fact, there are not many troops in the 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, but not a magic weapon to defeat the enemy. If there is an absolute reserve force, then maybe a street fight will become a turning point of a war, such as Stalingrad in another time and space; If there is no strong reserve force, then street fighting is nothing more than a dying struggle.

Watujing is now struggling to death. There was no way for the troops in his hands to fight back, so he had to retreat in the city and fight a war of attrition with the Germans. As for who consumes more, only God knows. After all, if he refused to spend so much money and rushed out to fight the Germans on the plain, his troops would be destroyed faster.

"Top up the reserves. After all, if we lose the defense of the ring road, we will lose the peripheral defense completely." The commander of Moscow city defense of the Soviet Union, with his hands on his back, gave the order to join the new combat forces in a low and slightly hoarse voice. Now there are not many reserves left in Moscow, and there is no way for vatukin to do so. Vatukin is struggling in this end, and Stalin is not very comfortable in his own underground bunker. On the one hand, he has to send his confidants frequently to confirm whether the army is still under Stalin's control, on the other hand, he has to send out countless telegrams that no longer work, to mobilize those troops and officials who do not obey the command at all“ Send a telegram to Roosevelt! Tell him that if the United States loses the Persian Gulf, then we may lose the whole Indian Ocean... He must guard Saudi Arabia, he must guard there! " Stalin narrowed his eyes and looked at the map of the world in front of him. He had nothing to do with the German army around Moscow, but he was still worried about the situation in the Middle East“ A circular from the Far East mentions that the Americans have cut off military aid to the Far East... You send a telegram to Roosevelt at this time. They may... "A consultant like man stood beside Stalin and said in a low voice:" he may not care about us at all. "“ Cut off? Good cut! That's a good cut! " Stalin didn't seem to hear the sentence "don't care". He banged on the table and cried out, "cut off the supplies of those opposition elements. I see what they used to fight against me!" Before the people around him recovered, he changed his style again. It seemed that he was thinking hard and finally made a general decision: "if possible, let the central region overcome some difficulties as far as possible and support China's war zone with some arms, bullets, heavy weapons, etc.. Maybe the world pattern will be very different after the war, We should deploy some of our own forces ahead of time. " In a word, Stalin at this time seems to be performing his own performance, a performance that even he does not know whether it is illusory or not. Maybe he dreamt of himself in another time and space, of the time when they belonged to the big three. Unfortunately, the reality is much crueler than he imagined. A few kilometers away, the place of war, is already the western border of the Soviet Union“ Call general vatukin and ask him and Marshal Zhukov to confirm the mobilization of troops in Moscow. Let's wait until Comrade Stalin's mood is more stable, and then report on the mobilization of troops. " A Soviet general leaned against the door and ordered several of his fellow officers, "now report the news of the loss of the defense line on the ring road. Maybe he will shoot us directly." Wipe the cold sweat on the forehead, these officers also nodded. They obviously agree with their superiors and want to report the loss of the defense line of the ring road at a better time. So several people quickly retreated back to the end of the corridor, and then looked at the soldiers on duty on the stairs, surprised eyes, and left the underground works buried deep in the Kremlin. Stalin in the room did not know that the German was closer to his place. He was still immersed in his fantasy that he would end the war as a winner, and then he and his country would control the whole world and become the most powerful force in the world“ Akado! You can't beat me! I am invincible! I'm Stalin! I must be the one who won! I'll turn the war around under Moscow! I will He knocked on the desk in the office, and the sound spread far and wide. When he roared, he didn't notice the faces of the waiters and generals around him. They all looked like clowns. No one believed Stalin's words. At least in this room, no one believed that Stalin's Soviet Union would turn the tide and win the final victory. Maybe some people believe it, Zhukov? Watugin? Who knows... The battle in Moscow continues, as if to last forever.