Chapter 1200: Decent exit

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Zaitsev foreseen Stalin's words, but when he actually heard these sentences from the other party, he still showed a collapsed expression: "Comrade Stalin! I can defend you with my life to the last second ! Please don't give up easily! We still have loyal soldiers, you can't abandon them and leave alone. "
For Zaitsev personally, the Stalin who had been haggard in some way was just like his elders. He loved this great Soviet leader as if he loved his father. In the eyes of many people, Stalin has three points of coldness, and Zaitsev is like a kind father to his own heart, kind and tolerant.
The two worked together for a full seven years. After graduating from the first batch of soldiers at the Wolf Knight Academy in 1932, Zaitsev came to Stalin as a commander. Although the ruthless soldiers are now few, he still feels that the hundreds of soldiers under him can protect Stalin from danger at a critical moment.
So he never showed a desperate expression and even waited for Stalin to change his mind. As long as Stalin was willing to leave Moscow, Zaitsev felt that he could always take this man like his elders away from this dangerous place.
"Children! Don't force it, don't force it ... it's like a huge cage, we can't escape anymore." Stalin said miserably: "Find a safe place and bury my body. This is me The last wish, I hope you can help me complete it ... is it okay? "
With his own tears, Zaitsev seemed to have exhausted all his strength before moving his neck and nodding hard. He couldn't say a complete word at this time. He could only hold Stalin's palm hard, hoping that the other party would suddenly change his mind.
Without looking at Zaitsev, who was already in a state of discomfort in front of him, Stalin grabbed the phone on his desk and said to him over there: "I am Stalin, help me pick up the city defense headquarters, and find Comrade Zhukov Marshal. Tell him. "
Soon the phone was connected. This special line was specially laid in the subway tunnel. There was no danger of being accidentally cut by the shells. It was also after the line of defense was reduced. Because several headquarters are close to the subway tunnel, a benefit obtained in disguise. . At the location of Zhukov over there, the Germans were shelling, and the rumbling sound of shell explosions could be heard faintly.
"I am Stalin!" Holding the telephone receiver, Stalin regained his spirit. His words were a little slow, with a trace of the majesty of the high-ranking people: "Comrade Zhukov, I order you to automatically take over Moscow City Defense after 12 hours. Do you understand the command power? "
Over the phone, Zhukov obviously didn't expect that Stalin gave him such an obvious command just after he woke up. He knew what the command meant, so he felt the phone receiver in his hand weighed heavily.
He didn't reply to Stalin immediately, but kept his mouth closed in silence, and there seemed to be no eagerness to hear the answer over the phone. He was also silent waiting for Zhukov's answer. After a long while, Zhukov finally spoke: "Comrade Stalin ... if you allow, I will return to the Kremlin now ... I want to say a few words to you in person ..."
"I understand what you mean, Comrade Zhukov. The facts have proven everything. You have lived up to my trust in you and returned your loyalty to me." Stalin smiled bitterly and said to Zhukov on the phone: " No need to persuade me anymore. This idea has been in my mind for more than ten days. There is nothing to change. "
"There's nothing more to talk about, Comrade Zhukov. The words between us may not be finished in three days, but I don't have three days." Stalin said with emotion: "Since I can't finish these words, I don't need to say Let ’s keep everything. "
"Then, Comrade Stalin! Your order, I will take over the full command of Moscow City Defense in 12 hours ... Please indicate whether to continue the battle or allow the troops to make a surrender choice." Zhukov heard that Stalin did not intend to let him Back at the Kremlin, he had to continue to ask.
"Go on fighting! You must go on fighting! We are the banner of this war. If someone finally surrendered in Moscow, then this war is really over! Do you understand?" Stalin hesitated for a long while before finally answering Zhukov's question: "Like a totem, stand up! Like a man, treat death like home! Our death will eventually play a role, and the people of the German-occupied area will stand up and avenge us!"
When Stalin shouted these words, it was full of the passionate passion of the speech. He waved his arms, his voice was loud and firm. Until now, he still believed that someone would take the banner of resistance from his hands, and he still believed that the remaining Soviets could defeat Germany and restore the territory of the Soviet Union.
"I see! Comrade Stalin!" Zhukov took the phone and replied to Stalin at the other end: "I will do my duty, please rest assured."
After finishing this sentence, there was no movement over the phone. After two seconds, the busy tone had come, Stalin hung up the phone, and Zhukov had to slowly hang the phone receiver seriously. Position. In the future, this phone may never ring again, so when hanging up, Zhukov could not bear to take his hand away from the receiver.
In Stalin's office, Stalin, who had hung up the phone, started calling in person one by one from all sides. Some manage underground bunkers, some logistic departments, some commanders of nearby armies, and some servants and servants. He arranged these people one by one, and informed him that the command was transferred to Zhukov 12 hours later.
After meeting the last person, Stalin sat back behind his desk. He calmly opened the drawer on the desk. There is an exquisite iron box inside, beside the documents and various medals and seals. Stalin held the box in both hands and took it out of the drawer, placed it in front of him, and gently opened the lid.
Inside is an exquisite revolver, as well as a few rounds of ammunition and a small bottle of poison already prepared. Seeing the contents of the box, Zaitsev stepped forward and reached out with a trembling voice to dissuade: "Don't ..."
"Don't stop me! Zaitsev!" Stalin took out the fragile transparent glass bottle. His shaking hands seemed to shake the poison in the small container, and it seemed to be trembling due to too much tension. In short, he shook the vial to the bed and motioned to Zaitsev to pick up the revolver in the box.
"Child! I want to walk more peacefully. I will crush this container in a while. I heard that the process will be a little scary. You can use a pistol to make sure that I will have no pain." Stalin sat on the edge of his bed and raised At first he said to Zaitsev.
With tears in his eyes, Zaitsev nodded, and then tried to suppress the pain in his heart, and wiped the tears from his face with his hands. He knew that nothing could be changed. He had to use the rest of the time to do what Stalin hoped to do.
"Boo!" In the frightened eyes of dozens of senior officers outside the door, inside the locked door of Stalin's office, there were gunshots that made people despair and collapse. On the morning of August 6, 1939, Stalin crushed the poison in his mouth and was beaten to death on the fluffy bed by his captain.
This absolute ruler who once blew up the storm in the Soviet Union, said one thing, left the world in this way. He once launched the Sufen War and the Supo War to expand the territory of the Soviet Union to the limit, but he also experienced the biggest defeat in the history of the Soviet Union or humanity, and in this defeat, he lost his country.
"Crunch." With the rusting of the hinges, Zaitsev opened the door of Stalin's office expressionlessly, and whispered a terrible fact to the crowd who had no idea how good it was: "The leader left us."
Some people are crying softly, some are looking around at a loss, and more people just lower their heads and dare not raise their heads to look inside the empty door. Zaitsev's mechanical opening shouted two guards: "Guard! Come with me, we cannot let the leader's body be found by the Germans."
The two soldiers were equally expressionless. They had already prepared to live and die together with Stalin. Now this matter can not be said to be a disaster for these soldiers. The more appropriate adjective should be relief. They can finally fulfill their vows, and have the time and opportunity to perform decently.
"Bell! Bell!" In Zhukov's office, another telephone rang, and Zhukov, who was lying on the table in contemplation, looked up and looked at the ringing telephone. His eyes were full of tangled and disturbed. Eventually he picked up the phone and hung up again after being silent for a few seconds.
Then he looked at the officers and chiefs of staff standing beside him, speaking in a slightly sad voice, and stated the short content of the phone just now: "Comrades ... The leader has just left us."
No one talked, no one cried. The Soviet soldiers still living in the encirclement of Moscow have been numb by torture. They just looked at Zhukov, waiting for the commander, who currently seems to have the highest rank, to issue an order.