Chapter 1182

"I've always been very reassured by your work. If my generals are as reliable as you, then we will win the war." Stalin took his hand from the window edge, shook it and stretched it to Zaitsev's shoulder, patted it gently: "accompany me, accompany me through the last time, the last time of the Soviet Union." "boom!" A shell landed on the edge of a building on the Bank of the Moscow river. The huge air wave raised the sand on the Bank of the river, smashed the French windows nearby and knocked down the dummies in the shops on the street. More than a dozen Soviet soldiers, armed with helmets on their heads, ran along the river bank to the building, and then drilled into the holes in the side. Inside the building, watujing is guarding by his telephone, and about 1000 meters in front of him is already the border between the two countries. There, bullets were flying everywhere, and from time to time, tanks were roaring down the ruins, and then they were blown up at the corner of a street“ Ring, ring In the interval of the shell explosion, a weak telephone bell came. Watujing grabbed the receiver of the phone and said to Zhukov on the other side of the phone: "Comrade Marshal! The telephone line has been broken for a day by the shell, and the communication between us may be interrupted again at any time. I don't know how long the troops in my hand can last. Now I formally hand over the command of Moscow city defense forces to you! I will officially send the documents to Comrade Stalin, and then give orders to all the troops that can be contacted. "“ Boom Another shell landed not far from where he was. A huge wave of air rushed into the building and raised a piece of smoke. Watujing scattered the dust around his mouth with his hand. After spitting, he continued to say to the phone: "my troops are short of ammunition and don't have many anti tank weapons, but they are all warriors who love this country, Please be kind to them. "“ Hello? Hello, hello? " Because the German bombardment was too fierce, the telephone line was cut off again before vatukin finished what he wanted to say. Listening to the phone, there was no sound in it. Watujing regretfully threw the phone in his hand onto the table covered with maps“ Are there any troops in the guard camp? Take weapons to support Moscow's "book friends who want to read the latest chapter of this book, have a look, or visit by mobile phone"