"Then the latter option, Khrushtalev, please keep Comrade Stalin safe and let him sleep in peace." Zhukov said to Stalin's guard captain.

"Yes." Khrustalev faithfully carried out the order, carrying the chair in which Stalin was lying down and placing it in the lounge next door.

When Stalin passed, the rest of the people suddenly came to life, and Shaposhnikov said: "Now, we cannot do without the commander-in-chief here, and I recommend Comrade Zhukov to lead everyone for the time being. ”

When Stalin woke up, the first thing to deal with was Zhukov, pushing Zhukov out as a shield, so that everyone would be safe.

"Yes, yes, Comrade Zhukov was originally the person in charge of the defense of Moscow, and now everyone listens to you."

Everyone, you say a word, I say a word, Zhukov only felt the sadness in his heart, these people, just looking for a back, in the current situation, they are still focusing on their own interests, Soviets, can they still have a chance?

"Well, then you're welcome, and during the time that Comrade Stalin woke up, I will be in charge of the defense of Moscow." Zhukov said: "Now immediately prepare for battle, and wait until after dark, the 5th, 16th, 33rd, 43rd, four armies, led by ten tank divisions, will retreat along the eastern road in the direction of Gorky City. The final destination, retreat to Kuibyshev. ”

Kuibyshev, a city in the lower reaches of the Volga River in the Ural Mountains, has recently been discussing Kuibyshev as the provisional capital of the Soviets.

However, Stalin did not say retreat, who would dare to retreat?

"Get all the fuel out." Zhukov continued: "All the vehicles were started and our citizens were safely evacuated. ”

The eyes of everyone present lit up, and at the same time, they also knew how angry Stalin would be once he woke up, and he had planned to hold on to Moscow until the winter counterattack, but now, Zhukov single-handedly organized a retreat.

Everyone knows that in the current situation, Moscow's hold has lost its meaning.

If it is an orthodox urban offensive and defensive war, they can hold on, even if Moscow is surrounded, they can hold out for several months, historically the Soviets in Leningrad, from the beginning of the war to the counteroffensive, the Soviets have the determination and ability to do so.

But now the Germans did not fight street battles with the USSR, but directly used terrible weapons to raze Moscow to the ground.

Even if there were all sorts of means, surviving the bombardment of the Germans, with underground fortifications, with additional oxygen, however, there were no buildings outside, how long could you fight on the ruins?

Moreover, who can guarantee that the Germans, in pursuit of perfection, will bomb a second time?

Moscow can't hold it, and defending Moscow at this time is a dead move.

Instead of expending precious forces in Moscow, it is better to withdraw and bring precious forces to the side of the Urals.

The mountainous areas are the natural enemies of the tank troops, and the vast Soviet is not so easy to conquer, and as long as it retains its strength now, then the Soviet may be able to turn the tables.

It's a pity that it is impossible to withdraw all the more than one million troops that have been mobilized, and the several group armies that Zhukov has now ordered are all reserves.

The troops that had already reached the front line could not be withdrawn, which would alert the Germans, and it would be impossible for the Germans to conceal the movement of troops in a short period of time.

I can only keep these fires.

"I agree with Comrade Zhukov's proposal." At this moment, Beria spoke: "I will stay here and hold on until the last moment." ”

Beria has always given people the feeling of being gloomy, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, he looks weak, but he is absolutely not soft on killing, and it is by firmly and decisively carrying out Comrade Stalin's orders in the Great Purge that he won Stalin's trust.

When the Soviet edifice is about to fall, you can see the nobility of a person's spirit. Beria was willing to give the Soviets a burial.

Whoever stays in Moscow will go down in history, but will also die, this is almost doomed, and now, Beria willing.

Listening to Beria's words, the others lowered their heads, they didn't want to stay here.

Shaposhnikov had an impulse to say what he wanted to say as well, but before he could speak, Zhukov continued.

"It was Comrade Stalin himself who appointed me as the supreme commander of the Moscow Military District, so I will stay until the end." Zhukov's gaze swept over the faces of individuals, they were all high-ranking leaders of the Soviets, but at this time, there was no need to stay and sacrifice them all.

"Comrade Beria, you have a heavy burden on your shoulders, you must continue to supervise the discipline of the troops, prevent the troops from surrendering, you are still in charge of the production of our military-industrial system, your position, no one can replace it, and more importantly, you must protect the safety of Comrade Stalin."

Zhukov's eyes looked at Beria, who nodded: "Okay, don't worry." ”

"Comrade Shaposhnikov, you are our Chief of the General Staff, the Red Army has suffered heavy losses in these months, but we still have hope, when we retreat to the mountains, continue to hold on to the war, and at the same time the Germans control too much land, it will definitely not be able to eat, it will take a while to digest, this is the moment when we are accumulating strength, we have to wait, be patient, and wait until the Germans and the United States go to war, this is our chance."

Shaposhnikov also nodded.

The atmosphere at the scene was inexplicably sad, and it seemed that Zhukov was explaining what was going on.

Until now, Zhukov is still only a general, and several of the people present are marshals, but at this time, they are in awe of Zhukov.

After explaining one by one, Zhukov said: "Let's go and prepare now, in the future, no one will finally interfere with me, I will command the defensive battle in Moscow." ”

Zhukov's words made everyone feel inexplicably sad.

The rest of his life is measured in hours.

The crowd slowly walked out, Beria was left behind, and when Beria turned to leave, Zhukov said his last words to him.

"Thank you, Beria, for saving the lives of the citizens of Moscow."

Beria's body was shocked, and he knew that what he did in secret still didn't hide it from Zhukov.

(Although the thermobaric bomb exploded very coolly, I always felt that such a Soviet capital was razed, some of which were too violent, and I didn't know if it would attract divine beasts, so my hand trembled, and I felt that I still had to stay, East China was timid, and I don't know if you would complain.) That's right, and there will be a military parade in Moscow later. ）