Chapter 186:

Chapter 186:

Chapter 186

Its over

The nuclear bomb that fell on the Japanese archipelago had crushed Japans war capability and potential.

What have I done?

The statistics that came up calmly were so calm that they were more shocking.

Hundreds of thousands in Tokyo.

In Osaka, Yokohama, and Kobe, another hundreds of thousands.

One death is a tragedy, but millions of deaths are a statistic.

Stalin inside me sneered. Look at that. Isnt it easy when you do it?

Or maybe I didnt even believe that I had Stalin inside me. This could have been just my own judgment. Roosevelt requested a single nuclear bombing to allow the United States to collect intelligence data, and I made the decision with the excuse of securing lend-lease and future aid.

Is there anyone who can forgive me? What would my mother say?

I suddenly remembered my mothers wrinkled and knotted hands. When I was a child, I used to hang out with rascals and come home with injuries. My mother would say, Soso, you shouldnt do that if you want to be a bride, and hit my back

?!?!

I felt a chill down my spine and kicked the chair and jumped up.

My heart started to pound. Why did I think of my mothers face Was it Stalins mothers face?

Why did I remember so vividly the childhood memories that I had never experienced? I had never suffered from smallpox, never attended a seminary, and never met Stalins mother who died in 1937.

Was I Stalin, or was Stalin me?

Life is nothing but a play, but I decided to do my best to act out my role and came this far

What have I become?

I felt like I needed to review my situation from the beginning.

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What will happen when this is over?

I wrote down the current situation one by one on a small piece of paper.

The war is over.

The Soviet Union is doing much better than history.

Cold War? Possible? Impossible? I dont know yet.

And I erased those contents. No, that wasnt the important thing.

What will happen when the possession ends? Stalin was an old man in his sixties, as he always felt, and he didnt have much time left if he followed the actual history.

Stalin dies on March 5, 1953.

There were various theories about his death, but a cerebral hemorrhage was somewhat the established fact, and it was difficult to treat with the medical technology of this era.

Could I go back? If I go back, what era will I wake up in?

Is it an altered history or the era I used to live in

Would I wake up as if it was just a midday dream and live another day of my life? Or did all my actions make some changes?

Somehow, the scenery of my office that I had become familiar with felt strange. This could also be nothing but a mirage.

Comrade Secretary? May I come in?

Come in.

While I was lost in thought, someone knocked on the door of my office and spoke in a familiar voice.

Yes, Vasilevsky. Do you have anything to report?

Yes, Comrade Secretary. Regarding the orders you gave me

Vasilevsky came in with a heavy pile of documents in his hands, walking with a trot that didnt suit his physique.

I had given him a lot of things to do, so he probably had a lot of work to do. I chuckled, a bitter smile.

South Japan was supposed to be handed over to the US, and so were the people living there.

It was hard to understand the USs request to scatter ashes on their land, but they did.

The soldiers would be the ones to suffer if they took in tens of thousands of refugees and caused a diplomatic dispute. But the Japanese didnt stop.

Please save us! Please save us!

There is only death there

What?

When they physically stopped them, the Japanese knelt down and said something in their language.

The confused Soviet troops called for a Japanese interpreter.

They say the city was destroyed and many people died. They say it was worse than the US air raids

Hmm

They say they will give up their property and do whatever they are told, just please let them leave there.

No, just let them pass.

The Soviet officer shook his head with a troubled expression.

The Japanese refugees who thought they would be sent back cried and banged their heads on the ground, but when the interpreter told them kindly, they shed tears of gratitude.

Damn it, what are we doing

Huh? There

A young soldier pointed at a distance. There was a commotion going on.

Damn it. Lets go!

Yes!

There, some of the refugees were bleeding and dying. Two men in ragged Japanese army uniforms drew their swords and shouted at the frightened refugees.

As the Emperors subjects, you should not flee cowardly, let alone resist to the end! You are not worthy of being called citizens! Die!

Aaaahhh!

Without guns, they slashed and stabbed the refugees with their swords and spears.

The refugees, like scared sheep, did not even think of resisting and just died helplessly.

That was the sight of those who had learned fear.

They had always respected the soldiers as the warrior class, but in a world where even they could not do anything and were destroyed, the refugees were experiencing the collapse of their worldview.

Kill them! Dont hurt the civilians!

Yes! Shoot!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Gunshots rang out and blood spurted from the chest of a Japanese soldier who was about to strike a young girl with his sword.

He gurgled with bloodshot eyes and looked at where the bullet came from, then vomited blood and fell.

Are you okay? Are you okay?

Aaaahhh!

The girl, who had been dazed with blood on her, screamed as if she had come to her senses.

Or maybe she was more afraid of the Soviet soldier who looked cruel than the Japanese soldier who tried to kill her with a sword, or the higher-ups who told her to stay in her place even when the bombing was happening.

No, no! Call the medic quickly! Bring the stuff to treat the people!

Got it!

Everyone, calm down! We are

We are, what? Not enemies? Werent we the ones who caused this tragedy in the first place?

He was speechless for a moment.

The interpreter, who had turned pale at the sight of blood, regained his senses and looked at him with a puzzled expression.

We are here to help you dont be afraid!