More than a million Soviet and German troops fought for several months in Belarus, mainly for the battle for Minsk, which was not only the largest point of support on the Belarusian front, but also the gateway to Moscow. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

For one Minsk, the Germans had already paid the price of more than 200,000 elite troops, and Hitler could not return in vain in any case! As long as Minsk is occupied, there will be an irreparable hole in the current Latvia-Belarusian-Ukrainian strategic defense line of the Russians, and if they do not want to fall into the collapse of the whole line, they will take the initiative to retreat at least 200 kilometers in the harsh winter!

What a temptation!

If Minsk is not taken, the previous efforts will be in vain, and Hitler will not allow such a situation to happen - he knows that the front is deadlocked, but what is the same sentence: maybe add another straw and the camel will collapse!

Lin Jun, who was on the train, didn't want Von Bock to retreat completely, otherwise the central government's overall plan would be completely ruined!

The German army will not be injured, the stalemate on the front line is only a skin wound for the Third Reich, as long as it survives the winter of 41 years, the combat effectiveness of the German army is bound to rise a lot! Only by conducting a large-scale war of annihilation will Germany's strength be damaged to a certain extent, and now the time is ripe!

From the Oshmian Heights in the north to Bobruisk in the south, the two iron arms of the Red Army are accumulating, like the two big claws of a scorpion, and Minsk in the middle is a tempting decoy - as long as the Germans continue to fight for Minsk, the main forces of Army Group Center will not be able to escape!

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The train arrived at Smolensk station and made a temporary stop, the clock was past midnight, November 9.

Smolensk was a large station, but although it was busy, it was not as chaotic as Yelnya's, and there were no other soldiers on the platform prepared for the deputy commander-in-chief's special train to add water.

Lin Jun was already a little tired, and after the train stopped, he entered his box: the attachés followed his orders, and the few who were not on duty had already gone to the train members' cabin to sleep.

The Cheka's agents are all relaxed, not to mention that they have all been tested by the war: if you want to do a better job, you need to seize any time to rest. Lin Jun is relatively casual, even if he is in the official car, other people who are okay can also take a nap in the high-back seat of the car.

If it were another marshal, it is estimated that none of the attachés would be so casual, but this is Lin Jun's habit. Comrades are also flesh chiefs: they sit and they stand, they lie down and they sit? This is not good, even the iron man will fall!

In his previous life, Lin Junke had taken a few long-distance trains, and he knew the difference between lying down and sitting, so he borrowed more than a dozen bunks from Bekryev. The armored train is not a submarine, and there are still a few bunks to come out, but a few comrades on duty have to sleep in the "hot bunks" for two days.

The compartments are separated from the outside by elaborate double-planked wooden panels, which reduces the disturbance of the outside meeting room - the rhythmic crash of the rails when the train starts is like a lullaby, and the sound of conversation outside is far more stimulating to sleep than the sound of the rails crashing.

A single-story wooden bed with a small writing desk next to the bed and a small door on the right that leads to a separate bathroom. A very warm high-end box, if there is anything that makes Lin Jun a little uncomfortable, it can only be the interior decoration of the box - it is already very simple, but it maintains the consistent decoration style of the Soviet high-end train box, and the palace atmosphere is a bit heavy.

The bedside lamp is a palace-style flowing gold lampholder, and the wall panels around it are also like the style of the Tsarist court bedroom, which is a bit dazzling. The lamp on the desk was even more exaggerated, with a marble pedestal close to dark green, and the lampstand on it was also golden—so Lin Jun thought of the large lamp he had in his Kremlin office.

The writing desk is covered with a velvet tablecloth and a marble top underneath; The edges of the windows were brimmed with brass, polished, velvet curtains—and there was a blackout curtain outside, which completely cut off the light during the day.

There was a wooden wardrobe fixed to the bulkhead on the side, and Lin Jun's coat hung inside. I dragged my coat, opened the wardrobe, took out the hanger, hung it, and closed the cabinet door.

The saber and holster hung on the hook of the bulkhead, but after thinking about it, they took it off and placed it on a chair next to the desk: after a while, the car drove so as not to crackle.

Lin Jun only has the habit of changing pajamas at home, which is also a habit that Vukinskaya made him "forced" to develop, but as soon as he goes out, he is not as particular (military doctors have many habits and pay attention to hygiene. So the attaché did not prepare pajamas for him. In addition to the "exposed" military uniforms of Soviet officers, they should be uniformly styled, and the ones they wear inside are generally according to their own preferences, and Lin Jun is no exception.

Because it was on the train, Lin Jun's jacket was a grass green cotton shirt with a single-layer stand-up collar (the collar of the marshal's uniform worn by Lin Jun was not the common suit collar style later, nor was it the most formal and serious single-layer embroidered stand-up collar, but a more serious double-layer lapel stand-up collar, close to the kind of Lenin suit.) If you don't understand it very well, you can take a look at the style changes in the uniform of the marshal of the Soviet Union on the Internet, and you can understand it at a glance. I put a thin cardigan under my shirt, and the bottom was cotton underwear.

Sitting on the bed, I took off my calfskin boots, took off my woolen socks, and put my boots under the bed. Cotton wool slippers are prepared just under the bed, and they are all new.

Turn on the light in the bathroom, and the eyes can be described as full of gold - gold-plated water dragons, snow-white ceramic basins, and even towel racks are gilded.

In the eyes of the Western world, the Soviet Union was not only famous for its palace-style stations, but also for its high-class train compartments - a strange "tsarist legacy" of communism, presumably because Soviet designers always liked to use such designs to embody a kind of multi-talented national pride.

No one objected or resented it, the habits were different, and they didn't force it, and besides, it was not bad to be like this now.

Lin Jun is not disgusted with such splendor, but after so many years, he is still a little unaccustomed to it - the bathroom, to put it bluntly, is a place to deal with personal hygiene, and it is still visually simple.

After briefly dealing with personal hygiene, he went back to the bed in the box and lay down, turned off the bedside lamp on his head and was about to sleep, when he heard a knock on the door, and it was Leonov.

"Marshal, received a report from Minsk that the Germans launched a large-scale night attack on the city."

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