Chapter 1199

"Don't stop me! Zaitsev Stalin took out the fragile transparent glass bottle. His trembling hand seemed to shake the poison in the small container, and it seemed to tremble because of too much tension. Anyway, he went to the bedside shaking the bottle and motioned to Zaitsev to pick up the revolver in the box“ children! I hope I can walk peacefully. I'll bite this container in a moment. I heard that the process will be a little scary. You hit me with a pistol, so I don't have any pain Stalin, sitting on the edge of his bed, raised his head and told Zaitsev. With tears in his eyes, Zaitsev nodded, then tried to suppress his inner pain and wiped away the tears on his face with his hands. He knew that nothing could be changed. He had to spend the rest of his time doing what Stalin wanted him to do“ Bang In the panic eyes of more than a dozen senior officers outside the door, the locked door of Stalin's office, came the sound of gunfire that made people desperate to collapse. On the morning of August 6, 1939, Stalin bit the poison in his mouth and was killed in his soft bed by his guard chief. This absolute ruler, who once called the wind and rain in the Soviet Union, left the world like this. He once launched the Soviet Finnish war and the Soviet Polish war, which expanded the territory of the Soviet Union to the limit. However, he also experienced the biggest defeat in the history of the Soviet Union or human beings, and lost his country in this defeat“ Creak. " With the rusty sound of the hinge, Zaitsev opened the door of Stalin's office without expression. Facing the crowd who did not know what to do, he whispered a terrible fact: "the leader left us." Some people cry quietly, others look around at a loss. More people just lower their heads and dare not look up at the empty door. Zaitsev opened his mouth mechanically and called out two guards: "guards! Come in with me. We can't let the leader's body be found by the Germans. " The two soldiers were equally expressionless. They had been ready to live and die with Stalin for a long time. Now, for these soldiers, it can't be said to be a disaster. The more appropriate adjective should be relief. They can finally fulfill their vows, and have the time and opportunity to honor them“ Bell! Ring In Zhukov's office, another telephone rang. Zhukov, who was lying on his desk in meditation, looked up at the ringing telephone. His eyes were full of tangle and uneasiness. Finally he picked up the phone, remained silent for a few seconds and hung up again. Then he looked at several officers and the chief of staff standing beside him, spoke in a slightly sad voice, and stated the short content in the phone just now: "comrades... The leader has just left us." No one spoke and no one cried. The Soviet soldiers, who are still living in the siege of Moscow, have been numbed by the cruel fighting. They just looked at Zhukov, waiting for the commander, who seems to have the highest rank at present, to give the next order.