ps: It will be more idle from tomorrow, there will be more time to code words, three changes a day, and it will last until the end of the month.

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Moscow, Kremlin, office in a lounge suite.

Dressed in a light gray military-style vertical collar uniform with epaulettes and a large-brimmed gray hat inlaid with a red brimmed and red star, Stalin stood and circled in front of a tall dressing mirror.

Raising his arms and shoulders, Stalin confirmed that there was no problem with the size of the new blouse, and then looked down at the trousers.

The trousers are trimmed with colourful strips and the cuffs are neatly tucked into the boot shafts, and like the tops, they are also light gray.

After staring at the boots for a while, Stalin suddenly said: "I think it's better to put the trouser legs out, what do you think?" ”

His life secretary Beshev pinched his chin and stared at Stalin's boots, as if he was thinking seriously, and then said: "General Secretary, after adding colored trim to the trousers, I also think it is better to release the trouser legs, what do you think?" ”

Seeing Beshev looking at him, the tailor hurriedly and seriously: "I also think it looks good to release." ”

Seeing that his aesthetic was recognized, Stalin smiled with satisfaction and said: "I am very satisfied with the style of the trousers, there is no need to change it, let's try the white blouse." ”

Beshev hurriedly and the tailor served Stalin to change into a white military shirt of the same style.

One by one, Stalin buttoned up the buttons and put on a white background, also with a wide red edge. A large-brimmed hat with a red star inlaid on the front.

Stalin pulled the hem of his clothes, twisted himself in front of the dressing mirror, and said to Beshev and the tailor: "There is no problem with the size. It fits perfectly. Do you think it's the white one that looks good, or the light gray one just now? ”

The tailor looked at Beshev, who stared at Stalin's new clothes without squinting, the pupils of his eyes turning slightly, and he reminisced about Stalin's usual taste and hobby in dressing.

Not daring to make Stalin wait longer, a few seconds later, Beshev cautiously suggested: "General Secretary." Now the weather has cooled. As far as I know, this season Germans should dress in dark colors such as gray and black. I advise you to wear this white top to Germany. Against the backdrop of the Germans, the white will be even more dazzling. ”

"I also like this white top, it's just that the white top doesn't look good with gray pants, so change me into a pair of black pants." Stalin said.

A moment later. Stalin walked out of the lounge wearing black trousers, black leather shoes and a white military shirt.

Seeing Stalin walking into the office, People's Commissar of Defense Timoshenko, Chief of the General Staff Zhukov, Molotov and Beria hurriedly stood up to greet him.

After Beshev and the tailor left, Stalin sat down in his office chair and said to everyone: "Comrade Molotov and I will leave for Berlin in an hour. After I leave, the stability of the country will be maintained by you, and if there is something important that you cannot decide, remember to send me a telegram. ”

"Everything you need for the trip has been arranged, and the Federal Foreign Office is also with us, and they are ready to receive you. Just waiting for the arrival of the general secretary, what awaits us should be a grand welcome ceremony. Molotov said with a smile.

Stalin raised his right hand to smooth the folds of the sleeve of his left arm, and said with the same smile: "Although this visit to Berlin is only part of a strategic deception. We must not relax either, and must do our best to accomplish our plan and induce the Germans and Japanese to go to war with the United States. ”

Beria was keenly aware of Stalin's small movements, and he said seemingly casually: "General Secretary, this season the Germans will dress mainly in dark tones, and I advise you to wear more eye-catching clothes to Berlin." For example, the outfit you wear will highlight your identity in a group photo. ”

Thousands of wears. The sycophants are not worn, and Beria's sycophant slap made Stalin's heart flutter.

Stalin said with a smile while filling his pipe with tobacco: "I was going to go to Berlin in this suit, not for the show, but because I liked the color." ”

Zhukov's eyes drooped, staring at the ground under his feet, showing no interest in such a boring scene.

Timoshenge stroked his shiny bald head and said excitedly: "General Secretary, the autumn rainy season is coming soon, followed by the muddy period, and once the muddy period passes, it will be winter. The Germans are not idiots, they will not choose to launch an offensive against us this season. By the end of the muddy period next spring, we have at least eight months left to rearm and fight.

By next summer, our most dangerous period has passed, and we no longer have to fear the Germans, but for the sake of insurance, I think it is better to disperse the Germans as much as possible. If we succeed in persuading Hitler to declare war on the United States, I think we can at least buy us another year, or even discourage the Germans from attacking us forever. At that time, the initiative in the war will be in our hands. ”

Stalin smoked his pipe and slowly retracted the smile on his face.

"It is not enough to rely on the role of strategy to deal with the enemy. In this world, the only thing that the Soviets can really rely on is our army, navy and air force, so you have to hurry up and put the army in order. You are quite right, the Germans are not idiots. Hitler was also a man of diplomacy, and even if he agreed to declare war on the United States, he would certainly have made all kinds of demands on us, and most likely for us to send troops into the war. If that were the case, I didn't want the old events of the Finnish battlefield to be repeated, and I didn't want our Soviet Red Army to become the laughing stock of the world again.

The Germans have said that the status of the Axis countries is determined by their contributions, and we will not compete with the Germans for the position of the head of the Axis Group, but we must not let the Germans despise us, and we must use our strength to deter the Germans and make them dare not act rashly. ”

Zhukov's brows involuntarily stirred, as the chief of the General Staff of the Soviet Red Army, he could not be more sober about the current situation of the Soviet Red Army.

In just two years. The Soviet Red Army has expanded from 98 divisions with 2 million men in 1939 to more than 5 million people in 303 divisions today.

In response to the famous saying quoted by someone, it is easy to pull the egg when the step is big. The large-scale expansion of the army has triggered a series of sequelae.

Nothing is more important than the quality of the officers, who have fallen to an alarming level after a brutal purge and then a massive expansion of the army.

According to a recent survey, only 7.1% of commanders in the Soviet Red Army had a higher military education, and 55.9% had a secondary education. 24.6% graduated from a crash course, the remaining 12.4% did not have a military education at all.

And that's not all. After the Great Purge, many senior officers were promoted by rocket through the method of changing platoon commanders into regiment commanders, battalion commanders into division commanders, and even army commanders, and they had no experience in commanding large corps operations at all.

And the officers of the Germans mostly graduated from military schools. It has been tested in Poland, Norway, France, North Africa, the Middle East and other battlefields, and has rich combat experience.

It is simply impossible to bridge the gap between the officers of the two sides in just eight months.

Stalin saw Zhukov's frowning brow.

"Comrade Zhukov, what are you thinking?"

Zhukov looked up at Stalin.

"I'm thinking about what kind of way I should investigate the combat effectiveness of the German ** team after going to Germany, so as to prepare for the future war."

"Come up with a solution as soon as possible, we're running out of time."

At three o'clock in the afternoon of the same day, on the No. 7 military airfield in the northeastern suburbs of Berlin, Hitler stood by Runway No. 2. Behind him stood a group of high-ranking officials.

Chen Dao stood side by side with Himmler in the crowd, looking up at the eastern sky.

"Until now, I can't believe it's all true." Himmler muttered.

"It's not that you don't understand. It's the world that is changing too fast. The thought that the Führer was going to shake hands with Stalin made my whole body tremble with excitement, a scene I could not have imagined in my dreams. When the photographs are developed, I will have them signed by the Führer and Stalin, and then I will collect them and leave them as heirlooms for future generations. Chen Dao said.

"Good idea. Remember to get an autograph for me too. Himmler said.

A few minutes later, Chen Dao saw several black dots flash in the sky in the distance. The faint roar of the engine can also be heard.

Escorted by four ME-109 fighters, a Soviet aircraft of an unknown model flew over the airfield and descended under the guidance of the ground tower.

Before the plane could stop, a group of reporters rushed to the plane with cameras and video cameras to seize the advantageous terrain.

Hitler walked steadily to the plane's door, and Chen Dao and Himmler followed the crowd.

What was Hitler's expression at this time? How do you feel in your heart?

After looking around for a while, Chen Daodong walked quickly out of the crowd and entered the group of reporters on Hitler's right hand under the surprised gazes of Goering, Himmler and others.

Hitler stared intently at the plane door, not seeing Chen Dao's small movements.

The plane came to a standstill, and the doors opened.

Chen Dao saw a figure in white clothes and black pants get out of the cabin door and walk down the escalator.

This look, this beard, is Stalin, and Chen Dao recognized the identity of that person at a glance.

Hitler went up to meet him, and the two sides stretched out their hands, closer, closer, and shook hands.

Chen Dao couldn't help but gasp.

With the usual arrogant attitude of the Russians, Stalin pulled Hitler's arm and pulled the old man into his arms and hugged him.

Chen Dao clearly felt Hitler's pain, he clearly saw that Hitler's body instantly became stiff, and then hesitantly stretched out his arms to hug Stalin.

This moment, this scene, can definitely be rated as the most touching scene of the twentieth century.

Satisfied, with the help of the cover of the group of reporters, Chen Dao drilled back to the crowd that picked up the plane.

The big and small beards posed several poses for the reporter to take pictures of each other, and then moved on to the next step of the pick-up ceremony.

One by one, Stalin's attachés got out of the engine room, followed behind Stalin, and after an introduction, shook hands with Hitler and the pick-up personnel one by one.

Chen Dao lined up behind Himmler and politely shook Stalin's hand.

Among the Soviet attachés, Chen Dao really paid attention to a general in a green military uniform.

This guy with the rank of general should be Zhukov, the most important opponent in the future against the Soviet Union.

At the moment of shaking hands, Chen Dao felt that Zhukov's hand was very generous and powerful.

When Chen Dao saw Zhukov shaking hands with him, his eyes flashed with bright brilliance, as if a fierce beast was staring at its prey.

Such a young general should be the same General Rosen who made the statement of "defeat France in eight weeks", one of the enemies that he needs to pay attention to the most in the future, it is necessary to use this visit to find out the tactical style of this prophet, and to meet on the battlefield in the future, so as to make targeted arrangements, Zhukov thought silently.

The two of them had similar thoughts, but neither of them spoke, just shook hands calmly and then parted.

After the national anthem, the national flag was raised, the guard of honor was fired, and the salute was fired, the crowd drove straight to downtown Berlin and stopped in front of the most luxurious hotel in Berlin, the Adlon Hotel, where Stalin and his party stayed and where the welcome dinner was held.

Naturally, Stalin's entourage was sent to their exclusive room, and Hitler accompanied Stalin into the dinner restaurant.

The dinner was preceded by a lengthy welcome speech and a question and answer from reporters.

Chen Dao was impatient with this depressing occasion, and escaped from the restaurant with the help of urine.

Chen Dao got into the men's toilet and just stood by the urinal, when a green figure followed him to his right.

Chen Dao subconsciously turned his head and saw that it was Zhukov.

Zhukov also recognized Chen Dao, and the two of them collided with a flash of fire in the air, then nodded to each other and released their own water.

After the water was released, the two met again by the sink.

After Chen Dao washed his hands and straightened his hair in the mirror, he suddenly saw Zhukov doing the same thing.

The eyes of the two collided again through the mirror, bursting into a dazzling fire, but because of the language barrier, neither of them spoke.

Back at the restaurant, Chen Dao was pleased to see that the lengthy speech ceremony had ended and the waiters had already begun to serve the food.

Chen Dao hurried to the table and sat down between Goering and Himmler, and the feast began in earnest.

After a few quick bites, Chen Dao felt the bottom in his stomach and began to observe the situation in the restaurant.

The main drama soon unfolded.

Hitler and Stalin raised their glasses and toasted each other frequently, Chen Dao knew that Hitler usually did not drink, at most only drank one drink with one alcohol content, and he was completely unable to cope with this kind of occasion, especially in the face of the Soviets who grew up in vodka.

The wine field is like a battlefield, and real men can't back down.

Goering took the initiative to find Stalin and distract Hitler.

High-ranking German officials, such as Heslibentrop and Chen Dao, also left their seats to toast the Soviet officials.

Molotov and others did not refuse, and fought with Chen Dao and others.

Soon, the wine glass in Chen Dao's hand and the wine glass in Zhukov's hand collided with each other.

Through the translation, Chen Dao said: "It's a pleasure to meet you, General Zhukov. As allies, we'll deal with each other a lot in the future. Let's start with this glass of wine, and may our friendship last forever. ”

After Chen Dao finished speaking, he took a sip of his wine glass.

Zhukov said: "General Rosen, for the sake of friendship, cheers." ”

After Zhukov finished speaking, he raised his neck and drank all the wine in the glass, and then shook the empty wine glass to Chen Dao.

When Chen Dao saw Zhukov's ostentatious gaze, his blood immediately surged, and he poured the remaining liquor in the cup into his mouth with his neck tilted, and then shook the empty wine glass to Zhukov not to be outdone.

"Let's have another toast for friendship." Zhukov said with a smile. (To be continued)