Speaking to all the colleagues present, Clark's grim gaze swept around, and from the expressions of the people around him, the experienced major general could certainly see some clues. After a series of recent horrific setbacks, he knew exactly what the soldiers in front of him were thinking, or who they were afraid of:

"In addition to this, for the situation of the Russians,"

Probably touched the sensitive nerve of "Death" again, and Clark's pupils couldn't help but shrink slightly:

"'Viktor Rezenov', this man has really caused us a lot of trouble. -- But on the whole, of course, you should know that war is never a one-man show; After several days of offensive sorties, the Russian air power on the Black Sea and the Caucasus has been basically suppressed by our side; Even when it comes to yesterday's large-scale scuffle, in my personal opinion, it is just a kind of reflection for the Russians. The present southern part of Russia is like a rotten door, if we kick it harder—"

With the tone of his voice, the general suddenly raised his leg and kicked out, making an exaggerated gesture:

"Hey! You can make it fall down with a bang and show its original form. - How's it going, boys? ”

"Oh......"

With the general's rather inflammatory speech, many of the soldiers gathered in the headquarters seemed to have a little blood on their faces; Standing behind Clark, who was flushed and excited, the adjutant in a white military uniform pinched the big-brimmed hat on his hand quite awkwardly, he felt that these two sentences seemed to have been seen somewhere, probably-

Yes, that's not what that neurotic mustachioed Führer, the war maniac who went crazy first and then died, said?

All of them will have such presumptuousness. Perhaps in the opinion of Hitler at that time. The terrifying polar bear in the east is "just a rotten door". But anyone who knows a little bit about history knows that this door panel is not something that can be kicked open with just two feet. As for the "Typhoon Operation", which is ready to attack immediately, although NATO's pre-war preparations are quite sufficient, it has chosen such an unfortunate name......

These tenacious and crazy Ivans, who were pushed to Moscow by the Germans back then, didn't they hit Berlin in one go?

The so-called lessons from the past, teachers of the future; As for the current "pincer offensive", it would be more reliable to change the code name of the operation that is not so auspicious......

……

Late at night. Moscow.

The red imperial capital at night, a white three-story building in a high-end villa area on the outskirts of the city, all the doors and windows are closed, and it looks dark from the outside, but the house is still brightly lit; Around the building's huge compound, in the shrub-shaded garden, and in the van parked in the distance, there are several KGB agents equipped with infrared night vision equipment on duty, vigilantly monitoring the surrounding area for any wind and grass.

As the night grew darker and most of the people had fallen asleep, they deliberately concealed the activities of the villa. Several guests who came one after another, like the owner of the villa, did not close their eyes, but gathered in the living room to chat.

Konstantin Malenkov. The general secretary of the Central Committee of the Communist Party, which controlled the huge Soviet Union, no longer looked like a straight suit, but sat on the sofa in a wide and faded dressing gown, with a small half glass of crystal clear red card vodka in his hand.

On the diagonal opposite the sofa on which he was sitting, the few people who were sitting on the long sofa or chair were not idlers, Semyon Suslov, chairman of the Presidium of the Supreme Soviet, who had just finished smoking the cigarette in his hand, was talking to the man with the top of the hat who had taken off his glasses, the head of the State Security Committee of the USSR, Ravlenty Beria; Standing on the side of the smoke wafting from the living room, Soviet Prime Minister Alexei Kosygin raised his hand to drive away the smoke a few times, then took a sip of mint water from the table next to him.

In the living room on the first floor, which is not too large, several important people who control the overall situation of the huge empire have basically gathered at this time; But unlike the usual rigorous discussions in the conference room, the conversation here is more casual and just as productive.

It was tonight, at the end of a busy day in the Soviet building, that Malenkov habitually called these old partners, or friends, together to talk in this luxurious villa left over from the old Soviet era and reserved for senior leaders.

Of course, it is said that it is a "luxury villa", but now in this elegant three-storey building, the precious oil paintings on the walls and the Persian carpets on the floor are all gone; The delicate utensils that could be seen everywhere in the restaurant's wine cabinet and on the decorative shelves have also been auctioned off by the Asset Management Committee. When he usually came here, Malenkov would often pace around while thinking about problems, and he would casually see a qiē in the villa, and he felt that his predecessor and mentor, Yuri Andropov, had done the right thing: only by staying in a place with simple decoration can one concentrate on thinking about difficult problems, and not unconsciously lose one's will in the wandering of delicate playthings.

In addition, not to mention, those delicate things that are useless can also be exchanged for some foreign exchange that the country urgently needs?

To put it bluntly, these so-called noble, in fact, low-level and interesting life enjoyment, were originally indulged in only unambitious and low-eyed guys like Khrushchev and Brezhnev; Even though life is too short and the situation in the country is far from ideal, if we want to pursue some happiness in life, or realize some ideals in life.

Commanding the largest red empire on the planet with its head held high, and making the capitalist countries tremble and tremble, is the most meaningful and exciting cause for men!

Thinking of this habitually, Malenkov only felt that there was a little more excitement, and he put down the wine glass in his hand and greeted Beria:

"I said, Pavlovich (Beria's patronymic name, nickname among friends), the Americans have been making a lot of small moves lately. I've read the report a few days ago, but are there enough people in the third and fifth innings now? ”

"Ah, it's okay,"

Ravrenty Beria, who was unsmiling and conscientious, sat with a rocker straight even in such a private setting, and the KGB sword and shield insignia pinned to his shirt pocket was shining. As the head of the National Security Council, he has probably developed a professional habit of constant vigilance like his subordinates:

"Unlike combat units, the manpower and strength of the committee are relatively stable. It stands to reason that the most important thing to strengthen now is the third game, and we are also training more experienced grassroots personnel. Besides, on the part of the civilian establishment," he said, looking at Kosygin in the chair next to him, "Alexei Nikolayevich, we have recently caught a lot of hidden agents in various government offices who have revealed their identities, how can we say that even the French may not be credible, and we must issue a document to the units at all levels to emphasize this." (To be continued......)