Chapter 973: Frontline city

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When the German head of state, Akado, was struggling for his allies, it was clear that Soviet leader Stalin had not so much in mind. At this moment, he was paying attention to his Moscow defense line, and made great efforts to prevent Soviet officials in Moscow city from fleeing.
After all, Moscow is no longer a safe place. On the entire front line of the Soviet Union and Germany, the fragile defense and the scarcity of troops make people feel unsure. Everyone believes that the German army may capture Moscow within a month. In this general environment, any way to leave Moscow is extremely precious, but as the Germans get closer to Moscow, there are fewer and fewer ways to leave the city.
The road was full of refugees who had retreated from the city, and the citizens with their mouths looked thin and slender and stood on both sides of the roadbed, watching the hordes of soldiers carrying rifles, expressionless and numb in the direction of Moscow Walking. These soldiers rely on flesh and blood to stop the steel torrent of the German Wehrmacht. Everyone knows what their fate looks like.
These Stalin troops prevented the scattered citizens from leaving Moscow. Many people were rushed back to Moscow when they encountered checkpoints, or were detained directly as labor, helping the troops move materials and dig trenches. The Soviet Union urgently produced a batch of individual anti-tank guns as "ultimate weapons" that consumed German armored forces in street fighting.
The Soviet army in the direction of Moscow relied on millions of women and children to strengthen their defenses. It was a miracle. It took less than 20 days to build a large number of anti-tank obstacles and 3,000 temporary machine gun bunkers. Digged trenches of a full 30 kilometers.
The Soviet civilians who have completed such a vast project are now required to coexist with their positions and die, and are not allowed to leave Moscow. The complaint was contained but useless. Scattered troops coming from all directions were blocked on the road. If someone stolen to leave, the neighbors and the escaped would be shot on the spot as soon as they were found. Iron blood rules this city that is about to turn into hell, and any attempt to make a living is strangled by harsh discipline.
These civilians huddled in the wilderness do not have tents and food. They have lost the supply of drinking water and have not eaten enough for several meals. Because most of them are only women and the elderly, these people do not even have the courage to try to bypass the wilderness.
Inside a sentry barbed around barbed wire that blocked everyone passing by, a Soviet lieutenant frowned and looked at the scene in front of him. The soldier behind him pointed at a large group of invisible refugees with a rifle, and these refugees Waving his valuables over the barbed wire, just asking the defenders here to let them go.
"Let's go! My man died in Ukraine, don't you even let his children go? Please, please! Be kind! We only have women and children!" A woman waved her hand. Coins and gold jewelry, lying on the barbed wire, let those sharp spikes scrape the skin on her chest, blood stains make her more white, so morbidly suffocating pale.
Another old lady was also lying on the barbed wire, begging the soldier on the opposite side with a desperate voice: "Oh my god, you are as old as my grandson, I don't know where he is now, I'm going to find him he goes home……"
Farther away, there was a slightly weak voice shouting loudly: "We sent our son to the front, and as a result we were pulled to dig trenches, and now we donate everything that can be dedicated to the motherland. Let's die with those bureaucrats? Let us go! Let us go! "
"Quiet! Quiet! If you shake the barbed wire again! We are going to shoot!" A young soldier was terrified by the sight in front of him. He was holding the Mosinagan gun in his hand, and he could see his muzzle Shivering non-stop. A veteran next to him pulled the bolt of the sand submachine gun in his hand, and the atmosphere seemed even more tense.
After all, not all soldiers are willing to fire at their own people, not to mention the people who are leaving are women and children who have no combat power. Looking at these old, thin women holding the children in their arms, these soldiers really deliberately dropped their weapons and pushed away the barbed wire fence in front of them.
"Boo!" Raising the revolver in his hand, the commander of the sentinel, the Soviet second lieutenant, fired a shot at the sky, and the scene was a lot quieter. Behind the second lieutenant, a group of Soviet sailors wearing sea-spirit shirts cruelly raised their weapons.
The two kneeling soldiers loaded the bullets of Mark Qin's heavy machine gun and aimed at the soldiers in front and the defenseless people. Seeing that the sailors who watched here were killed from the tent beside the outpost, the ordinary soldiers of the gate hurriedly lost the idea of ​​opening the door and letting people go. They could only hold their arms and the crowd stalemate.
"Listen to me! Everyone listen to me! Comrade Stalin gave the order! Everyone who left Moscow despite the order will be hanged for treason! So don't force me to order the shot! Go back! Go back!" The second lieutenant raised his own pistol and exhorted the escaping crowd across the street loudly, and the result did not seem to have much effect.
Although in the end the crowd was quiet, but they were far away, but they sat on the road and began to sob. However, the atmosphere has been calmed down, so the muzzles of those black holes are also put down, and the scary scenes have faded a little.
"Didi! Didi!" A German Mercedes-Benz car slowly drove on the road, the car had to slow down when passing the crowd sitting on the ground. The people in the car kept honking, urging the old and weak women and children to move away so that he could pass here quickly.
It didn't take long for the civilians who were used to giving way to move out of the road, and the car drove slowly in front of the checkpoint. The second lieutenant looked at the car hesitantly, frowning from the beginning. He looked behind the barbed wire and kept seeing the present.
The German head of state Akado once gave many high-ranking Soviet officials Mercedes-Benz cars when he was a colonel. These cars were not only luxury goods but also a symbol of official status. It is true that Stalin also has such a car, but since the Soviet-German war, he no longer rides in that luxurious German car.
Nowadays such cars are rare, after all, everyone should pay attention to some identity and influence. But there is no doubt that this car is definitely a good thing in the Soviet Union, and it is one of the most reliable cars. Those who drive must choose such a car to drive out, taking into account the durability and reliability of German cars .
The second lieutenant watched the car stop in front of the barbed wire, and the pretty drop-shaped headlights almost stuck on the barbed wire. The black body shone in the sun, listening to the regular and powerful gasps of the engine, I knew it was definitely a good car.
"Sir! Please show your ID to explain the purpose of coming here!" Appreciate the car to appreciate the car. You must not drag on the official business. The person sitting in the car does not know where it is sacred.
"Hello, Lieutenant." In the crowd, the driver's seat door was pushed open. A middle-aged man in a captain ’s military uniform jumped out of the car and handed a black pass to the commander of the checkpoint through a barbed wire fence: "In the car is the head of the Soviet Industrial Production Wartime Dispatch Administration, and His family, they were chartered by Comrade Stalin to Chelyabinsk to urge tank production. "
Anyone who can follow the path of leaving Moscow right by name is undoubtedly a confidant of Stalin. At this time, he was chartered to leave in order to go to all parts of the country to raise power for the defense of Moscow. No one knows whether these people will work as hard as Stalin thought after arriving at those places.
In short, look at the current situation. Those military and political officials who had left the other day seemed to have limited results. But this was not something that a little second lieutenant had to worry about, so he handed back the black pass and stood up to salute and ordered the soldiers to open the barbed wire barrier.
As the barbed wire barrier was removed, the civilians behind the car were confused again. They tried to rush over the barbed wire with the car and leave this terrible ghost place. However, these people's efforts are obviously in vain, because before removing the barbed wire, the experienced guard soldier first laid another barbed wire "defense" behind.
"Why can they leave!" "There are women and children in the car!" "Let's go! Let's go!" There were cries everywhere, accompanied by gunfire and threats from soldiers threatening and screaming. The car engine roared past the checkpoint and headed towards the second outer checkpoint in the distance, and the poor poor people were left in place for granted.
Closing the first barbed wire barrier, the two soldiers silently lifted the uncovered body lying on the ground. She had just rushed to the car and was shot dead by the captain in the driver's seat. No one felt sorry for her, and even the crowd of civilians was not in confusion.
Everyone watched the car leave unimpeded, and there stood the soldiers standing and saluting. A woman in her thirties stared angrily at the soldiers in the checkpoints, cursing resentfully: "Wait! The Germans are not far from here! They are really not far away!"
In the suburbs of Moscow in May, the rumbling artillery of the Germans could already be heard. This Soviet capital city finally became a fortress on the front line of Sud.