Stalin was furious, even in the face of Molotov, he couldn't help but jump up, his face was sickly flushed, and in his blue-gray eyes, angry flames were emanated, enough to kill anyone, "Comrade Molotov, do you know what your construction means, meaning, the Soviet Union will lose more than a million square kilometers of land, lose the only outlet to the sea in the Pacific Ocean!" ”

"It means that you, Comrade Molotov, will become a traitor who betrays the interests of the great Soviet state, and we must not lose every inch of the land we inherited from our ancestors - let alone cede it to that Chinese, you know?"

Stalin roared, his hands waved mechanically and quickly in the air, loudly accusing Molotov, Stalin at this moment, his face was terrifying, looking at that posture, he couldn't wait to eat Molotov, and only in front of Molotov, Stalin would be so unscrupulous gaffe.

In the face of Stalin's morbid rage, Molotov had a calm face, his eyes lowered, and he was motionless to let him accuse, Molotov knew that Comrade Stalin needed to vent, and before proposing to build a house, he had expected this, but it was much weaker than expected, and he originally thought that Comrade Stalin would be irritable and drive himself out, or, order the guards to keep him in custody temporarily.

Stalin's heart has been filled with pain, when will the Soviet Union rely on the cession of territory to seek a glimmer of life, although the territory to be ceded was originally from the Tsarist Russia, from the hands of the Manchu government, forcibly seized, and now, it is just to return the goods to the original owner!

But in the greedy desire for territory. In the heart of Stalin, more than anyone else, never thought that these territories should be returned to the Chinese, especially in such a humiliating way, more than a million square kilometers of land, originally inherited from the Soviet Union from the time of Tsarist Russia, lost in his own hands in a humiliating way. He is even more intolerable, both emotionally and psychologically.

In Stalin's head, there were too many things left of the old tsar, but. Form is stronger than man, Stalin roared angrily. Hysterical venting. Finally, all the pain and anger were vented, and he sat on the chair weakly as if he had finished a marathon, his eyes blank and his face calm. Molotov, who was silent, and in the latter's eyes, hid this deep pain.

Suddenly, Stalin could not bear to reproach him. Then he said weakly: "Comrade Molotov, what if we come up with these conditions and still can't satisfy the greedy appetite of that Chinese, as far as I know, Tang Qiuli is even stronger in territorial greed than the fascist Hitler!" ”

Molotov was stunned, this is the problem he said to ignore, in his own imagination, the Soviet Union came up with such a big bargaining chip, will surprise the Chinese, overjoyed, I am afraid, is to ask him to send troops, with the Soviet troops in the eastern region, to join hands to fight the Japanese, he will also not hesitate to agree, both interests, but also to strike at the enemy, for Tang Qiuli, who is accustomed to taking advantage of the fire, it is a matter of killing two birds with one stone, he will be very happy to do.

Of course, the territory to be ceded is the final bottom line, and the veteran diplomat Molotov will not show all these cards as soon as they meet, and he will be like a shrewd businessman, bargaining, fighting for every penny, and taking the Soviet Union as the principle of paying the least price and obtaining the greatest benefits.

Stalin's question was obviously unexpected by him, Molotov's expression appeared momentarily sluggish, and then, eating, asked: "Comrade Stalin, this kind of concern of yours, I'm afraid there is no zài, that Chinese, will be greedy without a bottom line?" ”

Stalin sighed silently in his heart, "Greed has no bottom line? Molotov is not a leader in the end, he cannot understand that the strongman who rules a country, the desire for territory, is an almost pathological desire, in exchange for himself, this more than a million square kilometers of land, can not meet the requirements at all, especially in the case of the upper hand, think differently, that Chinese Tang Qiuli will definitely grab greater benefits from the Soviet Union, between countries, throughout the ages, nothing like this! ”

Stalin said in a tired voice: "Comrade Molotov, you'd better prepare for the worst, prepare a set of preparatory plans in the negotiation plan, and try your best to promote the success of the negotiations with Tang Qiuli, we really can't afford to delay!" ”

Molotov has completely believed Stalin's words, "worthy of being a leader, he sees people's hearts and human nature more thoroughly than himself, in comparison, he sees the problem at a much lower height, especially the understanding of the Chinese, this may be a common characteristic between leaders, know what the bottom line of the other party is!" He thought to himself in admiration.

"Well, Comrade Stalin, what else do we need to come up with, you give me a bottom line!" Molotov pondered for a long time, and he felt that to this day, the Soviet Union could come up with not many things that would make Tang Qiuli move - probably, the Chinese would not be interested in anything other than territory, so Comrade Stalin must be given the final bottom line, and no one dares to call the shots on this point, including himself!

Stalin was silent for a while, walked to the map of the Soviet Union with difficulty, refused Molotov's support, picked up a magnifying glass, the muscles on his cheeks, trembling uncontrollably, examined on the map, for a long time, stiff fingers, fell on an area, "Comrade Molotov, this piece of territory, can also be added, remember, this is the last bottom line of our Soviet Union, not allowed to break through!" He said heavily, breathing heavily.

Molotov leaned in front of the map, looked at it carefully, and immediately knew in his heart that the area pointed out by Comrade Stalin, from Lake Balkhash in the south to the Tangnu-Ulianghai region in the north, covers an area of more than 440,000 square kilometers, and of course, these territories in the Soviet Union today were still forcibly seized from the Manchu court at the end of the last century, during the period of Tsarist Russia.

In other words, the chips that Comrade Stalin agreed to take out were all won before, and now they have lost, and they are not enough to cause such a heart-rending pain, "Yes, Comrade Stalin, I understand, immediately arrange negotiations with Tang Qiuli, do you have any specific instructions?" Molotov asked respectfully.

Stalin staggered back to his chair, shook his head, and said: "Nothing, what do you think about the channel of negotiation with Tang Qiuli?" ”

Molotov replied: "Comrade Stalin, I am ready to contact Tang Qiuli through our ambassador to China, Comrade Simba Pumiyan, to convey our intention to negotiate, the place of negotiation, to be chosen by the Chinese, and if it is smooth, within two days, I will set off!" ”

Stalin stood up with difficulty, looked at Molotov with complicated eyes, and said: "Comrade Molotov, I am sorry for you, you are shouldering the arduous mission of determining the future and destiny of the Soviet Union, and I will bear all the infamy with you!" ”

Molotov choked in his throat, but he couldn't speak, just shook Stalin's hand tightly, and then, turned away, his back was so heavy, as if he was carrying a mountain, outside, the night in Moscow fell, but because of the German attack, this place can already smell the smell of gunsmoke, compared to before, the night in Moscow, the lights are sparse, it seems much more desolate.

In the huge office, the dark shadows of the night permeated through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and every qiē in the room was shrouded in a layer of illusory blur, Stalin did not turn on the lights, but buried himself in the darkness, only the bright light of the pipe flashed from time to time, reflecting his pale face from time to time.

In the Far Eastern Theater, in the shelter department of the headquarters of the Soviet Far Eastern Front, the commander, General Zhukov, buried himself in a bunch of statistical tables, and now, there is basically nothing to do, and all the measures that should be taken have been taken, including winning a piece of living space on the battlefield for more than a million soldiers for himself, and the rest is to wait, wait for the stormy attack of the Japanese, and wait for the reply from Moscow.

Zhukov needed to know how much money he had left in his current home, the explosion of the shells near and far, shaking the mud on the roof of the shelter, "booming" down, falling into the half cup of cold coffee on the shell box, Zhukov frowned, spilled the coffee, raised his head from the statistical table, walked to the door of the shelter, and looked at the cannonballs in the night, dragging the dark red tail flame, skimming the night sky, and exploding into a ball of fire in the distance.

Even at night, the Japanese troops on both flanks of the Burea Mountains and the Kukan Mountains still did not stop attacking, and the Far Eastern Front Command, which commanded more than 1 million troops, was also within the range of the Japanese army's artillery fire. Zhukov thought to himself.

Looking at the left and right flanks of the Far Eastern Front, the guns and cannons were particularly intense, and the flames from the explosion were boiling like magma, which were their four group armies, desperately fighting bloody battles with the Japanese troops attacking the two flanks, trying to protect the positions of the more than 100,000 troops of the Far Eastern Front, which would not be compressed into long strips by the Japanese army, and turned into Russian sausages that were cut by the Japanese.

"Chirp-tweet-tweet-tweet!" A terrible scream came from far and near piercing the air, and more than a dozen large-caliber shells of the Japanese army exploded less than forty or fifty meters away from the shelter department, and the fire suddenly burst out, and a terrible and brilliant flash suddenly appeared in front of the eyes, and the thick earth pillar took off like a fountain in the air, and a huge shock wave spread out, and General Zhukov, who was at the entrance of the shelter department, was shocked to take a few steps backwards and fell to the ground at once.

(To be continued)(To be continued......