A red light faintly appeared from the black clouds far away in the east, and then the clouds of the sun rose through the sky, and the haze on the land of Eastern Europe disappeared, and the birds and birds regained their vitality.

The river is like a belt, and the clear water is like silver. The meandering Negrina River runs through the city of Moscow, and the water is sparkling; The banks are densely wooded, the buildings are steep, and the Baroque and Byzantine buildings are intertwined, and there is no abrupt and rigid feeling. In the center of the city, on the Borovitsky hills, a vast and majestic palace stands like a castle; Under the morning glow, the gold-domed church is glorious, and the red wall of the bell tower is like a gilded mang, looking from afar, showing the majesty and magnificence of the 400-year-old hall.

Twenty-four years ago, the Soviet Russian regime chose Moscow as its capital at the beginning of the founding of the country, and this Kremlin, which has a long history, naturally became the political center of the Red Empire. Time flies, the years change, Ulyanov, Trotsky and other heroes of the moment have appeared on the world stage in this palace, and after the brutal and bloody struggle, the current Kremlin is left with only one voice. The power of the leader of this "people's" government, under the banner of "Soviet" elections, has gone beyond the law, beyond the program, and above anything; The lives and deaths of nearly 100 million people, and the wealth of resources on millions of square kilometers of land, are at the disposal of the Kremlin's dictators. Even in the entire history of human civilization, there is no dynasty that can compare with the absolute centralization of this red empire!

In front of the crystal clear huge floor-to-ceiling window, an old man with two big beards on his lips stands quietly facing the rising sun, it is Joseph, the supreme ruler of Red Soviet Russia? Stalin. Today. He has been in charge of the country for 15 years. Its imperial time happens to be at the same level as Qingying. And this leader of Red Russia, who finally reached the top after a fierce struggle with treacherous waves. There was no mercy on his former political enemies: apart from the expulsion of Trotsky, who had been stripped of his title and expelled from the country, none of the Bolshevik senators who had fought with Ulyanov survived the ten years of his rule! They either died of illness like Frunze or, like Kamenev, became "traitors and traitors to imperialism" and were executed; The people of Soviet Russia discovered that, with the exception of a few men, such as the Great Mentor and the Beloved Father, the early leaders of the Bolshevik Party were all lackeys of the reactionary forces and traitors who had infiltrated the ranks of the people. And in the Kremlin, the officials and generals who dared to slap the table and be angry are gone, replaced by low-browed, submissive young faces. Any order from the central government is carried out in praise of Ruogui, and the "loving father" is rejoicing day by day.

However, the current Stalin no longer has the ambition that he once had to rule like a god. Although he always appeared calm and iron-willed in front of his subjects, as if the reactionary forces at home and abroad were wiped out in the face of the forces of the Red Army, his heart had become terrified, and every day seemed to be struggling in water and tormented in fire. The face that was originally slightly blessed also became thinner and thinner as the war in the south continued, combined with the fierce aura implied between his eyebrows. It even made the surrounding guards and subordinates tremble, lest their slightest mistake would lead to a catastrophe.

A rush of footsteps rang out from the corridor in the distance. Appear more anxious and anxious in an empty room; Stalin, who was stunned in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with his pipe in his mouth, was shocked in his heart, and with an almost mechanical stiff movement, slowly moved his gaze back to the room from the morning scene outside the window. Almost instantly, he could hear the footsteps of his most loyal comrade-in-arms, Marshal Voroshilov, and whenever the latter appeared in front of him, he always brought catastrophic news that made him feel dizzy!

A short time later, a man with neat hair and a mustache on his lips walked briskly into the spacious and luxurious room, none other than Voroshilov, one of the two remaining marshals of the Red Russian army. Seeing Stalin's slightly withered face, Voroshilov, who was his core staff, did not show the slightest surprise, he hurriedly took two steps forward and said to the dictator in front of him: "Comrade Stalin, the White Bandit Army has surrounded the main forces of our steppe front in the Sopakov-Stupino area, and the strength of more than 2 armies with a total of 17 divisions is under siege!" Now we are powerless to save this army, and can only hope that they will fight to the death in the encirclement and buy time for our army's defense of Moscow. Now they are less than 100 kilometers away from the outskirts of Moscow, and within two weeks they are expected to hear the explosion of shells from the White Bandits; In order for the revolution to preserve the flame of revival, I strongly advise you to immediately move to Leningrad in the north, where we are the stronghold of the Red Revolution, where you can command the Red Army to continue the fight against the White Bandits. ”

Stalin shook his head slightly, and said in a deep but firm voice: "I will never leave the capital of the Soviets. If the White Army occupies this place, then I, as the leader of the country, should die with it. ”

Voroshilov was taken aback and said: "Comrade Stalin, how can you put your own body in the front line of this dangerous battlefield?" With the brilliance and wisdom of your display, even if you are not on the front line of the capital, all the Red officers and soldiers, workers and peasants will fight to the death against the German Emperor and the White Bandits under your banner. We still have a strategic depth of more than 1,000 kilometers, more than 2 million troops and countless Red Guards, and the armed forces are more than three times the number of the other side, so we can completely continue the fierce battle with the reactionary white bandits. In the face of Napoleon's invasion, didn't Marshal Kutuzov also strategically abandon Moscow to achieve the final victory? Your temporary retreat from Moscow, far from having any negative effect, will make the Soviets, Russians and civilians have no worries when fighting, and will play a positive and effective role on the entire battlefield......"

Stalin stared at him, the light flashed in his yellow-brown eyes, and Voroshilov's voice soon became quieter and quieter, and then fell completely silent, his forehead and back were drenched in cold sweat, and he did not dare to breathe even a breath of air.

As a mediocre general with low military ability, Voroshilov climbed from an unknown junior officer to the supremacy of a marshal by relying on his sensitive political nerves. As early as the first civil war, he climbed to the high branch of Frunze, the first general of Soviet Russia, and used the victory under the command of the latter to gain enough capital for himself. And when Stalin became the core of the leadership, he did everything in his power to curry favor and show his absolute loyalty to the leader in various ways.

Through a series of shameful acts, Voroshilov finally entered the vision of Stalin, who was still fledgling at that time, and was promoted by the latter as a spokesman in the army. In order to counter a group of veteran generals led by Blyukherr and Tukhachevsky, Stalin shoehorned Voroshilov, who was only 15 years of military experience at the time, into a list of only five marshals, along with Budyonny and other veterans of half a century. Voroshilov was thus grateful to Stalin for his "kindness", and repaid it wholeheartedly in the ensuing purge: he not only single-handedly led the treason interrogation of Tukhachevsky and three other marshals, and immediately executed them who were dissatisfied with Stalin's rule, but also signed tens of thousands of execution orders on Stalin's behalf, slaughtering all dissidents in the army. In addition to the Cheka leader Yezhov, the vanguard of the Great Purge was to be led by Voroshilov, and when the Red Russian officers and soldiers heard Voroshilov's name, they all felt a cold fear to the bone.

As a "political marshal" who relied on Stalin's trust for all his power, Voroshilov had an extremely deep understanding of his master's every move; Now seeing him staring at him with hidden anger in his eyes, he was silent, sweating like pulp, and wondering which of his words touched the other party's scales. Seeing the frightened and aggrieved expression of his close comrades-in-arms, Stalin, who was already hardened as iron, couldn't help but feel a trace of compassion, he slowly exhaled a breath and said in a low voice: "Comrade Voroshilov, how much chance do you think we have to win in the current situation?" ”

Voroshilov's lips twitched, and he almost blurted out the imposing phrase "the final victory of the People's Soviets" was almost blurted out; However, when he saw the unprecedented desolation in Stalin's eyes, he was shocked and immediately stayed where he was, as if there was an infinite wave rushing through his heart. Only then did he realize that Stalin's face had become extremely haggard, and that the familiar shirt now looked a little wide on his body, as if it was about to slip off at any moment!

Seeing that Voroshilov was stunned in place, silent for a long time, the corners of Stalin's mouth twitched slightly, and he said astringently: "We have no chance of winning." Not to mention whether we can defeat the White Army in the South, which is supported by Germany, even if they are defeated by our army, Germany, which has ended the war in the Americas, will be able to attack on all fronts from the Baltic Sea to the border of Ukraine, and we will not be able to stop this army. In that case, what's the point of me going to Leningrad again? If I'm doomed, then having Moscow and the Kremlin as my grave will at least give me the last vestiges of my dignity as a leader. (To be continued......)

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