Chapter 1123: A dream

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At this moment in Moscow, the German grenadiers of the vanguard of the German army were looking at a small square in the distance without knowing the name through some ruins and collapsed walls. Their attack mission was right there, well-known from history The Vega Cinema is only a few blocks away.
If Akado knows that this small square that is now desperately contested by soldiers from both sides is actually a famous monument of world peace in later generations, then he will certainly be satisfied with his achievements in this life. His troops were firing wantonly at the location of the future peace monument, pouring bullets to those who set up the peace monument.
And the Vegaj Cinema next to this monument really has a great beginning. This cinema was a key project for Germany ’s assistance to the Soviet Union during the honeymoon period in Sud. The engineers and officers at the secret military base established near Moscow at that time had almost all visited the most modern cinema in the Soviet Union.
Even when Akado secretly visited the Soviet Union for the third time, he watched a movie here with the high-ranking Soviet senior officials. But time hastily passed, and now all these things are right and wrong, leaving only some nostalgic memories, and this cathedral that carries the memories of the honeymoon of the two countries has now changed.
Ten years is enough to make any equipment lag behind, and it is enough to turn a modern movie theater into a dusty and backward dangerous building. Because of the general cleansing and other messy movements, the Soviet Union invested less and less money on entertainment facilities, so much so that it was too small to maintain the normal operation of movie theaters.
So this once very luxurious movie theater turned into an old house that no one cares about, and there is usually only a poor old man in charge. By the time the Germans came back, they were already in tanks and carrying rifles. Obviously, there was no charge to enter the cinema in this outfit.
At this time, because the cinema was designed and constructed by German engineers, it was not damaged by the shock wave of the cannon. In addition to the mottled marks everywhere on the outer wall, the interior was intact except for dust. And now here is a Soviet field hospital, where there are some mobile wounded soldiers.
The cannonballs occasionally fell around the square, and it was still very clear when it came to the cinema. The vibration caused some dust to fall from time to time on the roof. The old man in charge of the cinema sat on the shabby sofa at the door without expression. After living for ten years, I really don't want to leave this familiar place.
"Ahhhhh!" The hall echoed with the shouts of unknown wounded soldiers. The medical conditions here are very limited, so most people arrange for waiting for medicine after a simple bandage. Because there are no tight anti-infective drugs, wounded soldiers die every day.
The screams came one after another, because the time passed quickly, and the condition deteriorated and could not be treated everywhere. There was despair and decay everywhere, and nurses shuttled through the crowd every day, and then let the slightly better wounded carry some soldiers who had been unknowingly breathing out of the cinema with a stretcher full of blood.
God knows how many people have died here. The old man holds a glass of boiling water in his hand and looks at everything in front of him with very mediocre eyes. Now German soldiers are desperately attacking a few streets away, and if there is no accident here, it will also become a new territory of Germany within a few days. He looked up at the huge five-pointed star on the roof, and his heart was indescribably lonely.
In a building on Lemenosov Street north of the cinema, the Vattukin headquarters was in chaos. The German armored forces invaded the city's 82 Infantry Army on both wings of the crazy attack, leaving his defense line in danger of collapse across the board.
"Comrade General! There is no way to persevere on the ring road defense line. Our defense system near Marino has collapsed. If we stick to the perimeter defense line, the entire northwest corner of the troops is in danger of overturning!" A staff officer looked at The map, compared to the news just returned, frowned and said: "German armored forces are using the ring road to open positions on both wings, and our troops have suffered great losses."
At this time, Vatukin was also burnt. He did not expect the Germans to be so familiar with street fighting. They were so familiar that they even beat the Soviet defenders in urban street fighting. In fact, he should have thought of this result. After all, the Germans had really brought out their experience after the street fighting, but the Soviets who had experienced the street fighting died on the battlefield.
In fact, there are not many troops in the world who are good at fighting street fighting. This can only be said to be a means for the weaker side to delay the strong side as much as possible, but it is not a so-called magic weapon to defeat the enemy. If there is an absolute reserve force, then maybe a street battle will become a turning point in a war, such as Stalingrad in another time and space; and if there is no strong reserve force, then street fighting is nothing more than a dying struggle That's it.
Watujing is now trying to find ways to dying. The troops in his hands had no way to fight back, so he could only shrink in the city and fight the attrition with the Germans. As for who consumes more, then only God knows. After all, if he refuses to consume so much, and rushes out to fight the plains with the Germans, the troops in his hands will be destroyed faster.
"Put the reserve team on top, after all, if the ring road defense line is lost, we will completely lose the outer defense line." The Soviet Moscow City Defense Commander carried his hands on his back and gave it a low, slightly hoarse voice. Order to invest in new combat troops. There are not many reserve teams left in Moscow now, and there is no way for Vatuktin to do so.
Vatuktin struggled in the end of the road, and Stalin was not very comfortable in his underground bunker. While sending his confidants frequently to confirm whether the army was still under Stalin ’s control, he also issued countless letters. Telegrams that no longer work at all, to mobilize the army and officials who do not listen to the command at all.
"Telegraph for Roosevelt! Tell him that if the United States loses the Persian Gulf, then we may lose the entire Indian Ocean ... He must hold Saudi Arabia, he must hold there!" Stalin narrowed his eyes, looking at the world in front of him. On the map, he has no way to deal with the Germans around Moscow, but he is still worried about the situation in the distant Middle East.
"A briefing on the Far East mentioned that Americans have cut off military aid to the Far East ... you sent a telegram to Roosevelt at this time, they may ..." An advisor stood under Stalin, whispering bitterly A bitter persuasion: "May not even bother us."
"Cut off? Cut off well! Cut off too well!" Stalin didn't seem to hear the following "don't care", knocking on the table and shouting loudly: "Cut off the supplies of the opposition, I see them What is it against me! "
Before the people around him recovered, he changed his style again. He seemed to be deliberately thinking, and finally made a general decision: "If possible, let the central region overcome some difficulties and support the Chinese theater. Some arms, bullets, and heavy weapons, some must be given ... Something might be different in the world after the war. We should deploy some of our own forces in advance. "
In short, Stalin seemed to be performing his own performance at this time, and he was not even sure whether he was an illusory performance. Maybe he dreamed of himself in another time and space, and dreamed of the era that belonged to their three giants. It is a pity that reality is more cruel than he imagined. A few kilometers away, the place where war is flying is already the western border of the Soviet Union.
"Call General Watujing and let him and Marshal Zhukov determine the issue of reinforcements for the transfer of troops in Moscow. We will wait until Comrade Stalin's mood stabilizes, and then report on the deployment of troops." A Soviet general Outside the door, he ordered several of his followers: "Now report on the defensive line of the ring road, maybe he will shoot us directly."
Wiping the cold sweat on his forehead, these officers also nodded. They obviously agreed with their bosses and wanted to suppress the defensive line of the ring road to a better time before reporting it. So several people hurried back to the end of the corridor, and then looked at the surprised eyes of the soldiers on duty on the stairs. They fled away in the gray underground and buried under the Kremlin.
And Stalin in the house did not know that the Germans were closer to where he was. He was still immersed in his fantasy, dreaming that he would end the war as a winner, and then he and his country would Will affect the entire world and become the most powerful force in this world.
"Akado! You can't beat me! I'm invincible! I'm Stalin! I must be the victorious one! I will reverse the whole situation under the Moscow city! I will definitely!" He beat the desk in the office , The voice came far and far. And when he roared, he didn't notice the faces of the waiters and generals around him. They all had a clown expression on their faces. No one believed Stalin's words at least in this room. Here, no one believes that the Soviet Union in the hands of Stalin will reverse the world and win the final victory.
Maybe some people believe that Zhukov? Watujing? Who knows ... The battle in Moscow continues, as if it is going to continue to grow old.