"You've ever done anything like this?" Govorov, who has never been much of a joker, asked with a smile.

"Why haven't you done it?" Zhukov laughed, "I am from the countryside. At first, I learned to knead leather at my uncle's house, and knowing that I had a reliable craft, I wanted to marry a girl in Moscow. ”

A few minutes later, they came to the bomb shelter of the commander of the army group and walked inside, a basement made of many large logs, brightly lit, wide and spacious, deep underground. All preparations have been made here for reporting on the campaign and tactics in this area. Zhukov was satisfied with the maps, with the fortification of the bomb shelter.

"Let's talk about it!" Zhukov turned, speaking simply and crisply, but as if disturbed by the stern tone to which he had become accustomed.

When the reporter heard this stiff tone, he was a little stunned, and from the beginning of his speech, he was not so confident. However, Zhukov did not notice this. As far as he knew, some officers who had worked in the border guards in the past could never have had a thorough understanding of the intricacies and details of the tactics. They are experts in their own business.

Zhukov did not hear anything more new from the debriefing. He frowned, carefully looked at the map and the newspaper, and analyzed the ins and outs of the development of the battle situation in his heart. Everything is complicated, but yet simple. The Germans today broke through the Soviet defenses, built a strongly-fortified and important base, from which they planned to relaunch the offensive against Moscow. According to the intelligence of the reconnaissance department of the army, the Germans gathered a large number of infantry divisions and a number of armored and motorized divisions here. The Soviets carried out a counter-attack on the roots of the German salient, but so far no progress has been made. The German defensive areas were very different from the starting positions of the Soviet troops, and the undulating terrain was in their favor. Due to the open middle ground, once the Soviet army attacked, it could be successfully counterattacked by the German army, causing considerable losses. The Germans were still on standby.

Zhukov also noted the three fortified lines of German defense. There were full-section trenches, machine guns, permanent fortifications with large-caliber machine guns and cannons, tanks and armored vehicles in bunkers. Between the lines of defense, there were barbed wire fences and barbed wire, and camouflaged mines were laid. The Germans built each of the villages they occupied as an independent support point. When the Soviets came to the front of the German lines, they could hardly find a place of size that could avoid crossfire.

Zhukov was thoughtful and silent.

The situation in Moscow is still dire, and the situation there in Leningrad does not seem to be rosy.

At this moment, an officer ran in, saluted Zhukov, took a small telegram from the folder, and presented it to Zhukov.

Zhukov looked at the short telegram, and a smile appeared on his otherwise gloomy face.

Thinking of those brave young men embarking on the journey of blood and fire without hesitation, his heart couldn't help but be moved.

"Send a coded telegram to the High Command: 'Flea bags have been thrown.' Zhukov ordered.

Intense sunlight pierced through the insulated fixed wooden shutters, and the yellow light pierced the darkness of the room, like the inner nature of a mirror, always a cold reflection of the rigidity of reality.

Himmler's "personal astrologer" Karl K. Volant watched for a long time as the light moved slowly, almost imperceptibly, but at the same time unstoppably through the room. There was a huge mahogany table leaning against a gray marble fireplace, and shelves full of books.

He unhurriedly got up from the wide, low couch, enjoying the silence feebly. Volant smiled at the cuckoo call on the Bavarian alarm clock – it was the villa of a nobleman from the Tsarist era, and was now presented by the magistrate to Himmler, the leader of the National Socialist Party, as his base for his visit. Bukouu is happily announcing that time is ticking.

After Volant arrived in Russia, he somehow couldn't sleep; Today he slept for an hour or two in a daze. After that, he picked up a glass of wine. This wine is plentiful here, and the huge cellar of this three-storey villa is filled with bottles.

He was constantly nervous because the road was only two kilometers away from his house. In the Third Reich he was used to walls and sentinels, but there was no such thing, a feeling of unprotection. Although Himmler repeatedly convinced him that there was no danger here, he was restless. When he lay down to sleep, he hid a pistol under his pillow, but still couldn't sleep. He listened carefully to the roar of cars passing in the distance.

He flipped through the bookcase he had brought, and the moment he opened it, he found the source of his inability to sleep.

The "Prophecy of Master Nostradamus", published by the French doctor Gulbert in 38.

According to the author, 4 years ago, he received a mysterious gift from a mysterious visitor in a mysterious environment, a 1605 edition of the "Nostradamus Prophecy", that is, the famous "Hundred Poems" (a Japanese stall writer once mistranslated the title of the book as "The Centuries", but in fact, he did not understand the difference between English and French, made a big joke, and the content of the book was mostly mistranslated and mistranslated, misleading the public, and the poison is still there today, with our country as the most.) Author's note), which is the oldest known version at the time, is said to be identical to the 1568 edition of the Complete Works. After receiving the book, the author was immediately attracted and devoted himself to research for 4 years, and finally wrote this book.

The peculiarity of Gulbe's work lies not in the legend of the author's receipt of a mysterious gift, but in the content. In addition to interpreting the historical events that have already taken place, the author also predicts a series of major events that will take place in Europe in the short term. In 40 years, French Prime Minister Laval issued a ban on the book, took it back and burned it, and did not sell it, even the lead plates of the printing house, and ordered it to be handed over and melted down.

But now, Volant has one in his hand.

Peeking at the forbidden books was not the reason for Warrant's uneasiness (he had many of them, some of which Himmler had brought him), but a poem written by Nostradamus that he found in the book.

"In the northern mountains next to the Rhine, a belated leader came to the world to fight against Russia and Hungary, and who knows what will happen in the end?" (Volume 3, Psalm 58)

Who is this poem talking about?

Regardless of the leader of the Third Reich, this is not an auspicious sign.

After his own research, Volant believed that it was more likely that the poem meant Hitler.

The poem uses three ancient place names, the first line "North (foothills)" Noriques was a province of the Roman Empire, located between Switzerland and the Danube, which is used in conjunction with the word "high mountain" to indicate the northern extension of the Alps, that is, the area of southern Germany and Austria, where Hitler was born in a small town in western Austria, near the southern German border.