"General Eisenhower, do you think Marshal Tukhachevsky will be able to hold his position......" In Moscow, Montgomery looked at the smoke outside the city and asked Eisenhower worriedly.

At the beginning of the German offensive, Montgomery was somewhat glad at the decision of the Soviet marshal. If it weren't for that, the British and American troops would have suffered heavy losses in this shelling.

The powerlessness of the Air Force, he has already seen. Montgomery also knew that it was not that the Air Force did not want to make progress, but that the German fighters were too difficult.

Under the entanglement of these German fighters, it was impossible for the Allied fighters to complete the task of interception. Therefore, the situation of the Soviet troops on those positions is completely conceivable.

"General Montgomery, we have nothing else to do but pray now...... Eisenhower smiled helplessly: "The situation on the battlefield is completely out of our control......

"Now we are no longer able to provide effective support to Marshal Tukhachevsky, we can only wait and see what happens......," Eisenhower said helplessly: "If we had supported the past now, we might have been killed by the Germans before we reached the battlefield......

"No support!!" At that moment, a voice came from outside the door. Eisenhower and Montgomery looked up, only to see a man in his fifties walking in a trench coat without epaulettes.

The man wore an old-fashioned Soviet Red Army cap and a heavy trench coat. He wore a pair of round-rimmed glasses on his face, and a glimmer of light reflected behind them.

"Chairman Trotsky, how did you get here!" Eisenhower hastened to his feet, neither he nor Montgomery knew when the chairman of the Soviet had arrived.

Even the guards outside the door did not report anything, and let the chairman of the Soviet Union in.

"I'm worried that you're going to send troops, and I'm sure Comrade Tukhachevsky will be able to handle the current situation. What you should do now is to strengthen the defenses of Moscow. ”

Trotsky looked at Eisenhower and Montgomery and said: "As for Tukhachevsky's replacement of your position, this is also the decision of our Soviet Committee. We are absolutely confident that Comrade Tukhachevsky will master the situation......"

"The war has now reached a point where we cannot be distracted, we are now focusing on how to stop the Germans from occupying Moscow before the onset of winter, and we need to drag the Germans into the quagmire of war so that they cannot get out!"

"For this, even if it costs a lot, it is worth it!" Trotsky looked at the two of them and said in a deep voice: "This is for the victory of the Allies, and for the sake of our Soviets themselves. ”

"I only hope that after the war the Allies will remember what our Soviet fighters and this great country paid for the victory."

With that, Trotsky nodded at the two of them, and without waiting for them to say anything, he left the headquarters.

Eisenhower and Montgomery were surprised by the rush of the Soviet chairman, and when they walked out the door, they realized why their guards had not reported.

The entire command headquarters was filled with a large number of Soviet soldiers. It was not until Trotsky left that the soldiers left the headquarters with him.

Eisenhower couldn't help but smile wryly, no wonder the soldiers didn't report. First of all, Trotsky is the supreme commander of the Allied forces here, and secondly, the large number of Soviet soldiers also made the soldiers of the American and British armies dare not move.

This is Moscow, the stronghold of the Soviet army. If there is any trouble, maybe a large army of people will be killed, and then the Allies themselves will be in chaos before the German army has entered.

And the order that Eisenhower and Montgomery left to their troops was to try not to clash with the Soviet army. Everyone is now fighting side by side, and once they get dirty, only the Germans will benefit.

"Comrade Trotsky, we have received a telegram from the Tiger......" The adjutant handed over a telegram from China as Trotsky walked out of Eisenhower's headquarters and was about to leave.

Trotsky took the telegram and, after reading it hastily, fell silent. After a while, he said to the adjutant, "Let them do it!" My only request, though, is that even if it is taken down, it will be at least until the evening......"

"Chirp...... Rumble! Rumble!! Boom......" Outside Moscow, the rumbling of artillery rang out one after another. The Germans not only had four train guns, but also a large number of large-caliber guns.

Although the power of these guns is not comparable to that of train guns, they can still be used to block the support of the Soviet army. The Soviet artillery units were also constantly firing artillery at the German support routes.

A large number of shells tore through the air and rushed towards the support routes of both sides. The positions where the Soviets and Germans were fighting were suddenly dusty!

Tukhachevsky's face turned grim and sent the last reserve of his staff, adjutant and garrison to the battlefield. By this time it was getting dark, and the German attack on the position did not stop for a whole day.

Cannonballs are constantly being fired, and the battle in the sky never stops. Watching Soviet, American, and British warplanes being shot down miserably, the corners of Tukhachevsky's eyes twitched.

He knew that the situation on the battlefield would only get worse as time went on. This time, the Germans made a lot of money in order to take down the entire periphery of Moscow in one fell swoop.

Then gather forces and launch a general assault on Moscow. It has to be said that the German army was extremely cautious in the use of troops. Having lost the support of the train artillery, they did not rashly launch an attack on Moscow.

Although at that time, they still occupied firepower and a certain air superiority. If you want to attack Moscow, it is not impossible to take it.

But the German generals held back until the German support was in place with train guns, fighter planes and heavy bombs, and they launched the attack.

"Comrade Tukhachevsky...... Chief of Staff Yevgeny couldn't help but cry bitterly as he watched the groups of Soviet troops rushing to the positions with shouts and artillery fire, and then disappeared into the smoke of gunpowder.

This is not fighting at all, but sending them to their deaths! The steel flames of the German army devoured a large number of lives, turning a living soldier into pieces of broken corpses and blood that filled the battlefield.

"Comrade Evgeny, we have nothing to do!" Tukhachevsky's face turned pale: "Either we die here, or our motherland is humiliated." In such a war, we have no choice! ”

"Get ready! After a while, when the staff officers are all done, it will be time for us to go into battle......" Tukhachevsky finished speaking, turned around and returned to the empty headquarters, burning the documents, maps, etc. of the headquarters.

The sand table was also destroyed. Yepgeny watched the position for a while, and then silently returned to the headquarters with Tukhachevsky, assisting him in cleaning up those important documents.

What can be taken away, Tukhachevsky has already let the wounded soldiers withdraw to Moscow. Those who can't be taken away, Tukhachevsky will destroy them here.

After confirming that there were no documents left, Tukhachevsky began to pick up the Tiger assault rifle next to him, opened it and wiped it gently.

Seeing this, Yepgeny also took out his Tiger assault rifle and began to inspect it. These Tiger assault rifles are the weapons used by the Americans to support them.

Even among the US military, there are not many such rifles. Tukhachevsky was fond of this rough, simple-looking, but extremely lethal rifle.

Even, Tukhachevsky has always wondered if this gun was designed by the Tiger?! Because from this weapon, it is obvious to everyone that there is a strong Slavic style - rough, powerful, reliable!

"Tiger style, the soldier's most reliable comrade-in-arms!

In the cold and snow, what else can keep you warm but Tiger Pose?

In the jungle wilderness, hold on to your tiger ......"

Suddenly, Tukhachevsky heard bursts of singing near the position. It was sung in Chinese, but Tukhachevsky's Chinese level just understood the lyrics of the song.

"Lonely desert, Tiger is as reliable as your right hand.

Wherever you're on a military parade

Still in the middle of the war

Or maybe it's a fierce battle......"

Singing from far to near, Tukhachevsky walked out of his headquarters. He saw several men in gilly suits walking through his position from behind.

"Or maybe you're enjoying a rare respite

Maybe you're going to stay on the training ground for the rest of your life

Or maybe it's heading to the front

Take your Tiger Pose!! ”

Tukhachevsky did not see the faces of the people who came, but he had already guessed who they were. Among the Allied troops, the only detachment that came from the Wehrmacht, dressed like this, was the only one.

In the Allied forces, only the top brass knew about the existence of this squad. Only the top management knows that this team is powerful. They were able to move through the German lines as if they were walking on the ground, easily dismissing the Allies as a train cannon for the beasts of the flood and then retreating.

He who does not know their existence will not be afraid. And knowing their existence is a heartfelt respect for them.

"Why are you here?! Aren't you supposed to be in Moscow at this time?! Tukhachevsky asked, looking at the squads approaching him.

"Report to Marshal Tukhachevsky, we are under the orders of Tu Mengben, commander-in-chief of the Allied Pacific Theater! Come and escort you back to Moscow! Lei Daxiang stood up and said to Tukhachevsky.

Tukhachevsky's eyes finally moved, and even Trotsky had no intention of withdrawing himself from the battlefield at this time. In fact, Tukhachevsky had already decided to let himself die on the battlefield.

However, the sudden rescue of the tiger made the heart of this veteran who was buried in the purge tremble slightly.

"I'm sorry! I can't go, I need to be with my fighters. Die on the battlefield, that's what I'm supposed to do. Tukhachevsky shook his head at Lei Daxiang and the others.

But Lei Daxiang grinned and said: "Marshal Tukhachevsky, our commander-in-chief has obtained the consent of Chairman Trotsky. But the only condition of the chairman is that you will be able to evacuate at least until the evening......"

When Tukhachevsky heard this, his face softened slightly. Nodding to Lei Daxiang and the others, they let them return to the headquarters with them.

"I wonder why your commander-in-chief sent such an order......" After returning to the headquarters, Tukhachevsky put his Tiger rifle back on the gun rack, turned to Lei Da and the others and asked.

After asking, in fact, Tukhachevsky also felt that he was in trouble. Thunder loud They are only elite warriors, even if they are elite soldiers. Not a staff officer of the Wehrmacht, nor a senior commander.

How can we know why the tiger did this?! But to his surprise, Lei Daxiang cracked his mouth and smiled: "Our commander-in-chief's telegram said that it would be a pity that you, the Napoleon of the Red Army, were buried outside Moscow like this. ”

"Even if you have to sacrifice, you have to send more enemies to hell! This is your responsibility as a military member and your obligation. As he spoke, Lei Da Xiang's face became solemn: "This is the duty, don't die lightly!" ”

Tukhachevsky didn't speak, but walked over to his makeshift desk and pulled out a glass bottle. He took out two iron cups, handed one of them to Lei Da Xiang, and poured the liquid in the glass bottle for Lei Da Xiang.

"Wine?!" When the liquid in the glass bottle was poured out, Lei Da shook his nose and was surprised. Trotsky smiled slightly when he heard this, and said.

"Vodka has always been one of the munitions of our Soviet Red Army, and without vodka our fighters would lose their combat effectiveness." As he spoke, Tukhachevsky touched his cup and drank it down.

Lei Da loudly sniffed the long-lost taste greedily and took a sip. Then he handed the cup to the warriors around him, and the warriors who followed him all took a sip of the cup and passed it on to the next person.

Tukhachevsky watched in amazement at Lei Da Bang's movements, and he was embarrassed to see Lei Da Bang.

"Hey, hey, hey...... In the Wehrmacht, we can't drink alcohol. I envy you for that......" Tukhachevsky smiled and said, "These are just vodka made from potatoes, and they are really not good wines." When the war is over, I ask you to drink the pride of our Soviets! Real vodka! ”

"Hahaha...... Good! The war is over, and if I am not dead, then I will invite the marshal to come to our China. I ask you to burn knives with authentic Tohoku! Definitely delicious! ”

When Lei Daxiang thought of the seventy-degree burning knife, he felt hot all over. That's good wine! It's a pity that I didn't have anything to drink after coming to Moscow.

"Colonel Ray, to be honest, it's unlikely I'm going to withdraw with you now." Tukhachevsky put down his wine glass and smiled at Lei Daxiang and the others.

"Chairman Trotsky's order is that we need to defend until the evening. I'm going to stick to that, at least until night comes, and I need to be with our fighters. If there is a need, I will also go to the battlefield. ”

Lei Daxiang and the others nodded, looking at the marshal with some admiration. At least for now, to be able to be so respectful of the marshal**, he does not hesitate to fight to the death. They don't see much. Aside from the veterans of the Wehrmacht, Tukhachevsky was the only one who did this.

As a commander, it may be irrational to do so. But as a military man, they admired Tukhachevsky's approach.

"We will go to the battlefield with you or escort you back to Moscow. Or die on it......" Lei Da Xiang looked at Tukhachevsky and said very seriously: "At least, we have to bring back your body." ”

"Hahaha......" Tukhachevsky laughed, helping to fill his glass with a bang.

"What song were you singing just now?! Can you finish singing it for me?! Tukhachevsky smiled and looked at the sky, which was already getting dark.

The gunfire on the position gradually subsided. The Germans, who had attacked for a day, were also tired. They chose a truce at dusk. The fighters of both sides hovering and fighting in the sky also died down at this time.

The battlefield, which had roared for a day, gradually returned to calm. Under the remnant sun, blood and gunpowder smoke slowly drifted on the battlefield. The Soviet soldiers, who had not yet been killed in battle, silently sent their wounded comrades to the rear. The corpses of those comrades-in-arms that could still be found were also collected.

None of them spoke, and both the Soviet and German troops carried out their orders in silence. There was not even a wailing or a snort to be heard from the ground.

The Soviet soldiers, after carrying the wounded down, began to clean the battlefield. The weapons of the German army were all put away by them. Firearms, ammunition, food, ......

German medical personnel, waving the Red Cross flag, walked into the battlefield after the Soviets had cleaned up the battlefield. Began to collect the corpses of the German soldiers who had fallen in battle.

At this time, the wounded Soviet soldiers who had withdrawn to the rear heard a burst of singing from their headquarters. They couldn't understand the Chinese lyrics of the song, but they understood the surging in the song.

"Maybe you've got nothing

Maybe you're just defending your homeland the way your ancestors did

Maybe you're fighting for the ** in your heart! ”

Tukhachevsky listened to the song and drank the vodka from his glass. I looked down and didn't know what I was thinking. And Lei Daxiang and the others were singing in a low voice in the command center.

"Maybe you have long lost the glory of your predecessors in reality

Maybe you will have to turn your guns on your comrades

You are still a warrior like your predecessors, them, or us.

Because--you still have the Tiger pose! ”

After the song was finished, Tukhachevsky raised his head and asked softly: "What is this song called?!" ”

"It's called 'Our Tiger Style.'" Lei Daxiang grinned and said, "This is a student brother who made it up, and we thought it was exciting to listen to, so we kept singing." ”

That night, Tukhachevsky led the Soviet troops on the positions quietly withdrew. The next day, when the Germans had captured their positions, they found that the area had been abandoned...... (To be continued.)