Zhukov looked at the officers and the chief of staff in his command, and said with a little loneliness: "Comrade Stalin ordered me to continue to command the battle here until the last soldier...... This means that you too will follow me and die in one of the ruins of this city. ”

"Then, ladies and gentlemen, all command proceeds as usual, the nearby troops continue to hold on to the ruins and buildings they are now defending, and I will reorganize a strong line of defense near the Kremlin, and the Germans will not be allowed to break through in the center and divide the forces surrounding us. He pointed to various parts of the map and slowly gave the order to continue the battle. In his tone, you can hear that he seems to have exhausted his strength, and when he says every word, he seems to be trembling slightly.

......

Next to a huge crater, there were Stalin's former guards, who held their weapons and looked coldly at the people in front of them and continued to dig the huge deep pit, no one spoke, so they could vaguely hear the low cry of the person who dug the crater.

The men who dug the pit were captured civilians and Stalin's attendants, who were going to die here together in a moment to provide the last layer of protection for Stalin's body. Eventually, so many bodies would be burned together so that no one would be able to tell which of them was the real Stalin's remains.

"I don't want to die!" Zaitsev! I've asked you to drink with me! You can't do that to me!" a man with a shovel cried out to get out of the crater, but before he could finish what he wanted to say, he was shot into a sieve by the guards around him. Another body fell to the bottom of the pit, and Zaitsev still stood there, smoking a cigarette with a blank face.

"Well, almost, you should feel honored to be able to leave this world with our great leader, Comrade Stalin. Don't hold a grudge against me, because soon I'll die with you too, except that I'll die somewhere. Pulling out the last cigarette in the case, Zaitsev suddenly spoke to the people in the crater.

His words caused an even greater commotion, and some men and women rushed out of the pit, and they struggled to climb up on the slopes around them, but the soldiers around them kept firing, and soon the whole pit was left without a trace of life. Zaitsev looked at everything in front of him numbly, because everyone in the pit seemed to be familiar faces that he often met on weekdays.

"I'm sorry, Comrade Stalin wants me to dispose of you all, because it is possible for the Germans to dig out some secrets from you that Stalin did not want others to know. It's easier for the dead to keep secrets, so please forgive me for my decision. Looking at the corpses lying up in the pit, Zaitsev whispered.

After speaking, he looked gently at the rolled up blanket at his feet, and looked at a pair of feet in leather shoes sticking out from one side of the blanket. Without waiting for Zaitsev's order, the two soldiers lifted the wrapped body and respectfully walked into the pit and placed it in the most inconspicuous position.

Then they crawled out of the pit without saying a word, and began to unscrew the dozen barrels of gasoline stacked next to them one by one, and poured them on the corpses. They were careful not to leave behind a part that would make it easier for people to identify the bodies.

"If possible, I would really like to prepare a decent funeral for you, but in this situation, my idea is not possible...... I love you as I love my own father, and I hope you can rest in peace. With the dense gunfire of the German army that had just sounded, Zaitsev finished his whisper softly.

He struck the match he was holding with his fingers, and then threw a dancing matchstick into the gasoline at his feet, and with a whirl, the gasoline began to burn, extending into a crater not far away, spreading into a huge flame. Zaitsev looked at the flames in front of him expressionlessly, not knowing what was going on in his mind.

Just as the flames were flickering, less than a kilometer away, in the library building, the Germans had already shot and killed the last of the recalcitrant Soviet soldiers, and the huge German swaskatsu flag fluttered on the flagpole on the roof of the library, which looked so eye-catching. Within a few ruins nearby, the Soviets were retreating, and a few hundred meters behind them was already the palace wall of the Moscow Kremlin.

"Comrade Zaitsev! The troops have been assembled! The Germans are attacking in a few streets not far away, and we can strike back at any time!" said a guard officer who walked up to Zaitsev's side and saluted the captain of the guard. The Kremlin has its own guards, which are usually very numerous, and now after such a long time of being drawn and dispatched, there are only more than 1,000 people left.

Most of these soldiers were carefully selected from various units, and some were Soviet-trained soldiers who graduated from the Wolf Knight Academy. These soldiers are not super soldiers like Wren who have been systematically trained, but just loyal guards who have no emotions trained according to the unilateral needs of the Soviet Union.

In terms of combat effectiveness, they are not as strong as Wren or Wolfe, they are just ordinary soldiers who have been brainwashed by murder, although their bodies are extremely strong, and their combat effectiveness is stronger than ordinary soldiers, but the really powerful "real wolf knights" have been exhausted by the brutal battle.

Zaitsev looked at the flames still burning in front of him, and had no intention of leaving, he waved his hand, motioned for his men to step forward, and then opened his mouth and ordered: "Let your men set up a defensive line in the palace that has not collapsed and near the palace walls, and prevent the Germans from coming here! Fight until there is a single soldier! No surrender or retreat is allowed! Can it be done?"

"Guaranteed to complete the mission!" the other party immediately saluted, and then ran quickly to the place where his troops were assembled. Zaitsev watched the other man run away, and then turned his gaze back to the still burning fire in the pit on this side. He waited patiently, waiting for the fire to destroy all the evidence, leaving his esteemed Stalin, a peace after death.

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"Yes sir! My troops are attacking the Kremlin! The front position is less than 200 meters away......" Next to a newly captured ruin, behind a parked armored command vehicle, radio communication equipment had been set up, leaning against the other side of a pile of sandbags placed by Soviet defenders.

Next to the armored car was a parked King Tiger tank with an 88 mm main gun, and behind the tail exhaust pipe of the King Tiger tank, there was also a MG-42 general-purpose machine gun with a tripod mounted. German infantry carrying ammunition boxes walked by, and behind another wall, several soldiers helped a medic with a red cross armband on his arm to set up a simple field hospital.

"Yes, sir, the National Library of the Soviet Union has just been captured by us, and we continue to attack on it...... The enemy's resistance was very stubborn, and my regiment had already lost 144 soldiers. The officer said as he looked at the various forms handed to him by the adjutant, and then nodded and motioned for the adjutant to distribute the ammunition that had just been delivered according to the distribution method written on the form.

When the other party nodded and turned to leave, the officer with the intercom continued to speak: "Please rest assured, Marshal Rundstedt, I am confident that within 24 hours, I will storm the Kremlin! Yes! Stalin...... To live to see people, to die to see corpses! Yes!"

As the most elite infantry force of the German Wehrmacht, the German First Mechanized Infantry Corps, with the title of Iron Army, is the earliest mechanized infantry force established in Germany. Although this unit was split and reorganized, it retained the name of the German 1st Mechanized Infantry Corps after returning from England for reorganization. The German troops, who were able to run around the streets of the elite, wore the number "No. 1", which in itself was a symbol of strength.

And in the 1st Mechanized Infantry Corps, the 1st Grenadier Division under its jurisdiction is a very elite unit. Now the one responsible for the attack on the Kremlin is this unit under the command of Army Group A of Rundstedt. The so-called needle-to-needle, the fiercest German infantry against the most die-hard Soviet guards, the battle suddenly entered a white-hot stage from the very beginning.

One hour earlier, in a fierce battle that broke out at the intersection near the library, the Germans had lost three King Tiger tanks and a Leopard assault gun to take out two Soviet Stalin tanks and two anti-tank guns. The Soviet army used ****** and other weapons to fight hard, and once caused huge casualties to the German army.

However, after all, the Soviet army was weak and could not withstand such rapid attrition, and after the German army occupied the library, the 2nd Regiment of the 1st Division, which suffered heavy losses, was replaced by the 1st Regiment that was waiting for work, so there was a fierce battle to pursue with victory.

This regiment commander is the commander of the 1st regiment, who has just received 300 reinforcements and entered the battle in a state of almost full strength. So far, however, the battle has not gone well, with the loss of more than 100 soldiers, and it has only been possible to advance more than 300 meters.

But this did not affect his mood in the slightest, because if nothing else, his unit could become the first unit of the entire Wehrmacht to attack the Kremlin, the heart of the Soviet Union - an honor that would go down in history, and he was ready to be the first to plant a flag on the Kremlin's commanding heights.