To the north of Kazan, there is a small town called Berenio. The only change brought about by the peace and tranquility of the Tatar town, and the sound of guns resounding across Eurasia, was the imminent closure of the business due to food shortages. The cloudy-eyed tavern owner Mukhanov sat in a daze at the door, and everyone knew that in addition to the unsustainability of the tavern, he also missed his two sons.

Old Mukhanov was a traditional Tatar with four children. In the midst of the unprecedented purge, the eldest son and the second son, who were serving in the army, suddenly lost contact. Everyone knew what it meant to lose contact, and in search of his son, he ran almost all over the military camps in the Volga Valley, and even secretly went to Moscow and Stalingrad. But no one told him about his son's life and death, as if they had never appeared. In the past 20 years, such things have abounded, there is no explanation, there is no trial, and a single word of 'counter-revolutionary' can separate flesh and blood, or even disappear a family. Everyone has lost their valuable cattle and sheep property, the sight of herds of cattle and sheep is frozen in the depths of memory, and the collective farms have deprived the Tatars of their most precious wealth. However, they did not seem to intend to spare the Tatars, and in the Crimea, Kazan, the Urals, and in all the Soviet regions inhabited by Tatars, a large number of Tatars were arrested, exiled, and the number is unknown. Many unbearable people quietly fled to Kazakhstan, heard that the Chinese had built Tatar protection camps there, heard that the Chinese had distributed many cattle, sheep and young animals to them, and heard that someone had joined the squadron to fight against the Soviet Union, and one of the biggest rumors was that the Chinese were going to help establish a Tatar republic in the Urals.

Gossip hangs over the suffering Tatars, and rumors make those people even harsher and crueler. The young people of the town also thought about leaving, but until the rumors were confirmed, they were too nervous to speak lightly. But one person knows very well that these rumors are true! Because only he knows. The elder Mukhanov's two sons were not actually dead, they were secretly protected by him. He also knew that a quarter of the more than two million Tatars counted before the war had been arrested or exiled for the Ivanmir incident. Tens of thousands of people were also directly executed, and in the Kashmir region, where Ivanmir was born, Tatar families were empty. He knew that it was just Ivan Myr and him. As a result, more than a million people were purged! And he, at this moment, is hiding in the underground cellar of the old Mukhanov, he is Beria, who once terrified the entire Soviet Union!

In the gloomy cellar, a tunnel leads to the forest outside the town. Beria sat at the entrance to the tunnel. Former member of the Central Committee under the oil lamp, the commander of the Cheka and security forces, was emaciated and wore a shabby cotton coat. Wears a traditional tartar wolf fur hat. Pistol pinned to his coat. His son, Sergo, stood next to him with seven or eight bodyguards loyal to him, all of them armed with the latest PPSH submachine guns. After the Katyn incident was exposed by Yang Qiu, Stalin covered up the facts in order to destroy the evidence, constantly set up him, secretly summoned Yenov, and put Khrushchev in charge of the Central Security Service. Beria, who had followed Stalin for so many years and helped him deal with many similar incidents, certainly knew what Stalin was up to. So he fled from Moscow with his cronies overnight. Just as he thought, after he fled, Stalin, through the TASS news agency, blamed himself for all the crimes of the Katyn tragedy, and mobilized the whole country to arrest him and his henchmen, and all the people he knew and his connections were brutally purged. Fortunately, he was well prepared, not only took away the original copy of Stalin's signature on the Katyn tragedy and a large number of top-secret Soviet documents, but also after the Ivanmir incident, he was keenly aware of the irresolvable contradictions between ethnic minorities and the central government, so he used his power to secretly rescue tens of thousands of ethnic minorities like the second son of the elder Mukhanov. It was this good fate that allowed him to hide in the Tatar settlement, leaving his last hope.

"How's it going out there?" Beria pushed his glasses and looked at Merkulov and Vanikov, his tone still soft and calm. Not at all like a defector who was wanted by the whole Soviet Union and hated by Stalin. Both of them were his henchmen and assistants, participated in many top-secret incidents, and were also named by Stalin to get rid of them, so they could only go with him to the dark.

Melkolov told everything about what had happened recently, and when he heard that the east of the Yenisei River had been forcibly annexed to China, and that the Soviet troops had been unable to break through the line of defense on the Ishim, Beria seemed to grasp something, took off his glasses and slowly wiped them. Vanikov, who was once the deputy head of the Central Security Service, was familiar with this maneuver and thought that he wanted to cooperate with Beijing: "Comrade Beria, this is an opportunity. Stalin's counterattack did not go well, while China was winning on the Korean battlefield, and the [gasoline butcher] Zhuo Fan had reached the outskirts of Seoul. If North Korea wins, Yang Qiu will certainly transfer more troops to Kazakhstan and the Urals. And he has also been seeking to create the Ural Tatar Republic, so he is certainly interested in working with us to continue to disintegrate the power of Moscow. ”

Melkolov, who had worked in the Cheka and Ukraine for a long time, agreed, and also analyzed the situation in Ukraine: "There have been some instability in Ukraine recently, and Stalin has asked Yenov's bastard to step up surveillance. Now China is attacking Tehran, and if it spreads to Armenia and Baku, the Caucasus and Ukraine will definitely stand up. ”

"No, you underestimate Stalin too much." Beria interrupted him, got up and took two steps: "He is not a person who easily admits defeat, Zinoviev has promised to support him, but still. Remembering the past, he took a deep breath and waved his hand to let Sergo spread out the map and point to Turkey: "Ukraine is his last bottom line, and for this, he will do whatever it takes!" So I believe that he will definitely find a way to join the Axis in the near future, and then rely on the power of Germany to enter Greece and the Balkans. If necessary, it is also possible to cooperate with Germany to send troops to occupy Turkey and completely cut off the Black Sea in order to prevent a coup d'état in Ukraine! ”

"But." The two were taken aback, once the USSR joined the Axis, it would be tantamount to declaring war on the United States! And Stalin himself was very satisfied with Roosevelt's non-declaration of war, so he deliberately wanted to avoid offending the United States. "That was before! Unless the United States openly does not recognize Beijing's merger, he has no choice! Beria's gaze was deep.

"But Hitler was also coveting the oil of Ukraine and Baku, and would offer to transfer all of Poland to Germany!"

"So what does it matter? Lenin could go and sign Brest. Moreover, he now has enough reason to be friends with the Nazis on the grounds of recovering the lost land. As long as the Germans do not openly divide Ukraine and the Caucasus, Poland hums! For him, there is nothing that cannot be sold! Beria's words. After a while, Vanikov's eyes lit up: "If you say that, Beijing will need us more, right?" ”

"Maybe, we might get something." Beria thought for a moment. Make a decision: "I'll give you something, find someone to contact Beijing." But for the rest, you need to be patient. "Still waiting?" The two were puzzled. Judging by the current situation, if Stalin joins the Axis. It will put a lot of pressure on Beijing and Washington. It will undoubtedly make Yang Qiu need his own people even more. And once Yang Qiu frees his hand, he will inevitably go deep into the Urals in a big way to support the Ural Tatar Republic. Therefore, he and everyone believe that Beijing is undoubtedly the best collaborator. Yang Qiu must also be happy to see his people active in the heart of the Soviet Union.

But Beria shook his head insistently: "Yang Qiu will not be the best collaborator, he needs Poland, even more so the Soviet Union and us!" So. between us and him. We can only use each other, but we cannot cooperate. Our only chance is the United States! Only Roosevelt needed the USSR more, not Poland! ”――

"Come on! Come on! It's kind of rushing to grandpa's side! Da-da-da-da. Zhao Siyuan held the machine gun tightly and strafed the enemy on the slope over and over again. The fierce fighting continued, and he had forgotten how many days he had been on the high ground. Looking at the high ground, it was densely packed with corpses, covering every inch of the land. There are both Soviet ones. There are also comrades-in-arms, and many corpses are hugged together and died together. The position was almost invisible, with blood and mud everywhere, full of corpses, and even blocking the angle of view.

"Ulla!" A Soviet soldier screamed, and rushed out of the pile of corpses as the machine gun turned off. The Xueliang bayonet on the water beads stabbed down against Zhao Siyuan. "Squad leader, be careful!" A comrade-in-arms flew to the tall Soviet soldier and used his body to protect Zhao Siyuan, the fifth temporary squad leader. The anti-tank company was sacrificed, Regiment Commander Yang was killed in battle, and the communication squad that came with him was also killed, and there were less than 18 people left in the company, and the full two regiments were now less than two battalions! Zhao Siyuan had long forgotten about life and death, and he could no longer accept his comrades falling in front of him, so he quickly got up and grabbed the sapper shovel and played with the Soviet soldier's head and cut it off.

The sharp shovel cut the skull of this Soviet soldier in one fell swoop, and the blood mixed with the brain, splashed all over his face. But now he doesn't even have the strength to be disgusted, so he wiped his eyes, pulled up his comrades-in-arms, and the two worked together to quickly change the barrel. "Da-da-da-da." The machine gun roared again, smashing the Soviet soldiers who were trying to get closer. Seeing that there were more and more enemies on the hillside, and their eyes were blurred, a series of fierce strafing shots flew down from the sky.

The appearance of the attack aircraft group, once again saved the 412 heights. The equally exhausted Soviet army finally retreated, but before he could catch his breath, 12 Y-7s from the northeast had already flown at low altitude. "Supplies are coming! Come and help. "The brave pilots, in a column, descended to 80 kilometers per hour when they approached the high ground, and dropped their supply packs almost close to the surface. Heights 412 had been completely surrounded, and the many ground support of the headquarters had been blocked by the Soviets at great cost, and they had to rely on this method to obtain the necessary supplies. Zhao Siyuan climbed up a protruding rock with difficulty, dragged down a supply bag hanging from the rock, and without waiting to stand firmly, he immediately used a paratrooper knife to break open the package, took out a large piece of chocolate, and desperately stuffed it into his mouth. He hadn't eaten for two days and two nights, his uniform was no longer colorless, and the congealed brown blood spots were both enemy and his own.

The sweet and greasy chocolate finally regained some strength, grabbed the food supply kit, took two ammunition supply kits from his comrades, and stepped on the corpse to return to his position. "Here, eat more, this is clear water, five magazines per person. Haha, see what I found? Who's going to have one. He was already a temporary squad leader, and quickly distributed the three supply packages to everyone, and the tin box of cigarettes at the bottom of the bag caused everyone to scream.

The soldiers devoured chocolate, their hands busily shoving magazines into the nearly empty chambers. Behind every embarrassed figure are several times or even dozens of times the corpses of the enemy. Zhao Siyuan leaned hard into the trench and smoked hard, and the entire highland was quiet. No one spoke, in fact, what has been supported by everyone until now is the belief in survival and the duty of a soldier.

The sun in the west is getting redder and redder, and when another night of fighting is coming, I don't know who is taking the lead, and the majestic song slowly resounded on the high ground, and with the wind, it said the openness of the soldiers. Zhao Siyuan also wiped his tears and sang with everyone.

We come from China, a place with magnificent mountains and rivers.

Walk through the mountains and drive to the border of China.

The flesh and blood of the brothers build the backbone of Kunlun.

Command is the supreme faith, and obedience is unyielding to the death.

I can't let the cannon threaten my family; I can't let my dignity be trampled on by iron hooves.

China is our homeland; We are the warriors of China.

"The enemy is coming! The Wehrmacht fought bravely to the end! ”。