"Comrade Zaitsev!" an officer walked up to Stalin's guard captain and handed over a cigarette with a smile. He was an officer from the front line and went to the railway station as an attaché to General Vatutin: "This is a French cigarette, it's good to smoke. ”

"Where did it come from?" "Because the security work has been done to the extreme, Zaitsev is now relaxed. He believed that no one would dare to plan anything in such a place, so he devoted himself to a welcoming ceremony to welcome the marshal. After all, there are so few things to celebrate at this time, and everyone's tense nerves need to be relaxed and adjusted.

With at least 100 of Stalin's personal guards on the platform, thousands of soldiers on the periphery, and more than 3,000 troops on the parade, it was arguably the safest place to be - the original plan was to have a guard of honor of 1,000 people, but in the end the plan was repeatedly revised to increase the number of people on the parade from more than 1,000 to more than 3,000. And there were also 5 repainted Stalin tanks, as well as 10 T-34 tanks and 10 trucks.

After all, Stalin's character of great joy was buried deep in his bones, so in order to make up for the regret that the military parade was disturbed by the German army, he decided to organize this welcome ceremony into a small military parade. Vatutin, who was also a supporter of the plan, needed something to boost the morale of the soldiers on the front line, who were already depressed to the extreme.

"The last time I counterattacked, my men picked up from the corpses of the Germans. The officer smiled, then pointed to his wounded arm and said to Zaitsev: "A division has 2,000 men left in the end, and half of them were wounded when they withdrew......

Everyone knows the hardships of the front, but seeing it with your own eyes and hearing about it are two different things entirely. Zaitsev did not go to the front line himself, but he admired these soldiers who went to the front line and died for the Soviet Union. So he smiled and put the cigarette to his mouth, and then used his beautiful lighter to help the other party and himself light the cigarette.

"Thank you. The officer gladly accepted the cigarette light from the normally unattainable captain of Stalin's personal guard, and then nodded his head in thanks while enjoying it.

"You're welcome. Zaitsev nodded in response by missing half of his position, only to see two sneaky men in suits in the corner from another angle, who did not cheer in Stalin's direction, but wiped the sweat from their heads while talking together.

In an instant, Zaitsev sensed that something was not quite right with the expressions and demeanor of these two men. He had been with Stalin for many years, and the nature of his work made it easy for him to discern what his expressions and mannerisms meant. Now the every move of these two people is simply a representative of the extreme danger in his eyes.

"Damn! there's something wrong with these two guys. Zaitsev frowned, muttered quietly as he walked past the officer he was talking to, and then beckoned to the two men standing not far away, signaling them to be wary of the crowd in that direction. He pushed aside a young official who stood in his way and walked quickly towards the two suspicious men, who were getting closer and closer as time went on.

By this time, the train had already entered the station, the military band was playing music, and some Soviet newspaper reporters were holding cameras in their hands, hoping to record the meeting between Soviet leader Stalin and Marshal Zhukov. The sound of the long train whistle made Zaitsev subconsciously shrink his neck, and his strange movement also attracted the attention of the two suspicious people opposite.

"You two, get your papers, I'll check them!" Zaitsev said righteously to the two men, stretching out his hand to signal the other to hand over his papers. Beside him, two soldiers of the guard battalion pressed the pistols on their waists, and although they did not draw their weapons, the meaning of vigilance was already very obvious.

"Comrade! We are not...... It's not anything, suspicious, suspicious people!" A man on the other side, who was still wiping his sweat, carefully tucked the white handkerchief in his hand back into his jacket pocket, and then groped into his inner pocket with a slow motion, looking as if he was about to pull out his papers.

Over there, the train had slowly stopped on the platform, and everyone looked in the direction of the carriage, and no one noticed the briefcase at their feet, which did not know who the owner was. There's a bomb stuffed into it, and the acid timer is already plugged into it, and while the stability of this thing is really worrying, it's small and silent, so it's by far the best choice for a time bomb.

"Boom!" The first bomb suddenly exploded in the crowd, and the fragments of the purse were lifted high into the air on the platform, and the surrounding people were knocked down by the sudden explosion, and more people were afraid to lower their bodies, hoping to avoid the catastrophe.

Because of the location, the bomb was very far away from Stalin, at least so far that it could not hurt Stalin at all. The dense crowd also further reduced the power of the bomb, and only a few officials near the core explosion site died directly, and more than a dozen people were injured.

At the time of the explosion, the guards around Stalin blocked Stalin directly with their bodies, they depressed Stalin's body, and then wrapped him in the center of the human wall. The soldiers on the periphery drew their pistols, wary of any suspicious direction.

Startled by the explosion, Zaitsev looked back at Stalin's location and was slightly relieved to see that it had not been touched by the explosion. But before he could turn around and continue to interrogate suspicious people, he heard gunshots behind him.

The suspicious man pulled out not a document but a pistol from his arms, and he opened fire at Zaitsev, but the muzzle of the gun deviated from Zaitsev's back because he was shot in the chest by the guards on the other side. By accident, he hit another soldier and fell to his chest.

Another suspicious man saw that his companion had been shot and killed, and quickly turned around and tried to escape, but the guards in the distance saw the shootout taking place here, and before Zaitsev could shout the words "stay alive", the fleeing man was shot through the body and fell in the distance.

Seeing the fleeing man fall in the distance, Zaitsev immediately ran to Stalin's position, which was already in chaos, many people were crying and running around, and some tried to get close to Stalin's position, but were shot and knocked down on the platform by the already overnervous guards.

Zhukov's guards on the train, who did not know what was happening, guarded the surroundings with weapons, and some of them machine-gunned Stalin's guards in the confusion. There were casualties on both sides, and the scene became even more chaotic.

"Don't shoot! Stop shooting! Fool!" Zaitsev gave the order not to fire at his own people, and at the same time in the direction of the train, Zhukov's guards shouted loudly: "Give me a ceasefire! This is a bomb attack! Don't shoot yourself!"

"Zaitsev! Someone is going to kill me! Bastard! He almost succeeded! I want to go back to the Kremlin! Get ready!" Stalin, in the crowd of guards, shouted to Zaitsev to prepare the vehicle to leave, and then he seemed to remember something, and continued to shout: "Find me Vatutin! Let him and Zhukov meet me in the Kremlin! Explain what is going on!"

Before Zaitsev could answer his boss, another bomb exploded in the crowd, kicking off a cloud of flesh. Stalin, who had been frightened by the first explosion, became even more hysterical, and the mess on the platform made everyone present panic.

No one knows if there will be a third explosion, let alone where it will be. So some of the guards stormed the platform of the station in the hope of leaving the station, but were pushed back by the Stalinist guards guarding the exit. They don't have the right to let anyone out of here, because they can't be sure who is suspicious of the rest of the people.

In the confusion, Zaitsev saw Zhukov, dressed in the dress of a Soviet marshal, jump off the train and walk in the direction of Stalin with a few guards, and some officers not far away were also helping to restore order, apparently General Vatutin should be in that direction.

"Comrade Stalin, the great leader of the Soviet Union!" Zhukov shouted in the direction of Stalin as he pushed the guards through the crowd: "I have rushed back from the front to defend Moscow with you! Believe me and hold my hand!"

Stalin did not respond to Zhukov's shouts, he just scanned everyone around him with a look of horror and suspicion in the crowd. This time he knew that someone was indeed trying to kill him instead, and this time it was not a suspicion, but an assassination with solid evidence.

He couldn't believe the officials from afar, he didn't believe in Vladivostok, he didn't believe in Chelyabinsk, and even Zhukov and Vatutin, who were right next to him, he couldn't believe it anymore. So he sat where he was, waiting to tell who was loyal to him. And in his heart, a brutal nameless karmic fire has been ignited, and as a national leader, Stalin obviously has a vengeful character in his bones.

"Let him come! Zaitsev! Come with Zhukov!" Burning with the flames of hatred, Stalin was furious, and he suddenly opened his mouth and shouted into the distance: "Today I want to see who dares to provoke me Stalin! Dare to challenge me in Moscow!"

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