He picked up the message and looked at it, and then Vatutin had no interest in wasting his precious time on such a thing. While turning his attention to the map, he casually instructed: "Call back Comrade Stalin and tell him that our defense system is still there, and that Bitsa Park is still in our hands." ”

"General...... But just now, the park has been lost...... "The staff officer said to his commander depressedly. In fact, they learned about the loss of Bytsa Park half an hour later than the real time, because the Soviet commander guarding Bytsa Park did not dare to transmit the news of the lost position back to the command, and he also fantasized about recapturing the lost defensive position with a counterattack. However, after the counterattack cost more than 100 people, he knew that it was all just wishful thinking, so he reported the news that Vitsa Park had changed hands, and committed suicide to complete his own path to redemption.

Vicsa Park has been lost, this is a fact that cannot be changed, if the Soviet defenders still have the ability to recapture their positions, then it will not be so unclear that the German army will hit only a dozen kilometers from the Kremlin. The chief of staff knew about this kind of thing, and of course Vatutin.

"Comrade Stalin has so many things to worry about, so don't tell him about such a trivial matter that has nothing to do with the overall situation. Isn't it what we soldiers should do to let him live the rest of his life with peace of mind?" Vatutin pointed to the map and said to his chief of staff: "Tell Comrade Stalin that we are still on the high ground in Pitsa Park, and do as I say!"

The chief of staff stood still, obviously reluctant to carry out Vatutin's order, and he hesitated for a few seconds before he opened his mouth and asked: "But the German offensive will not stop, and in a few days they may have to reach the Moskva River, and we must not hide the matter until that time, right? Comrade Stalin will know sooner or later that we have deceived him......"

"Then let him know these things later!" Vatutin was obviously a little impatient, he waved his hand and said: "Now he knows this, and it doesn't matter if he doesn't know this, understand? By the time the Germans get close to the center of the city and he knows everything, we may all be gone, or we may still be there—but none of this matters, does it? We've already chosen our ending, do you care if it's earlier or later?"

"All right, I'll do your bidding. The Chief of Staff straightened up, put his right hand on his forehead, gave a military salute, and then turned and walked out, his steps a little heavy, apparently not yet recovering his lost soul from Vatutin's words.

"Distinguished listeners! Distinguished Soviet people! This is Chelyabinsk Radio, this is Chelyabinsk Radio! Now for you the latest news...... The newly formed Siberian Federal Government has adopted a new resolution that all Red Army soldiers who lay down their arms and surrender will have the opportunity to become citizens of the Siberian Federation and receive humanitarian protection within the Axis powers. ...... After the news is played, we will play the song "Elegy of Life" sung by the famous singer Miss Caterina......"

On one radio, accompanied by the hissing of electric interference, distant voices could be heard, and the Soviet soldiers resting in a room with rifles against the wall stared numbly at the radio that was playing a strictly forbidden channel. A few days ago, this channel repeatedly broadcast sensational news about the establishment of the Siberian Federation, and many soldiers from Siberia were shocked and shaken by this incident.

Even though the officers strictly forbade everyone to listen to such channels, there were still curious people who looked for opportunities to learn about the various news outside the encirclement. Whether these news are true or not, it will cause these soldiers who have not returned to their hometowns for a long time to miss their hometowns.

Obviously, the familiar hometown accent and authentic Russian made everyone think that what was said on the radio was true, and the German army was also repeatedly dropping various leaflets into the city of Moscow, with the "Siberian Federal Passport" painted on it, which stated in Russian that as long as you took it, you could cross the German defense line and return home safely.

The beautiful singing voice came from the radio, and the sweet voice of the singer named Katarina, accompanied by the sound of electrical interference, became the best enjoyment of the Soviet soldiers in the interval between the cannons. Although before the appearance of this channel, everyone did not know this woman named Katarina, but now it does not prevent them from pursuing this big star in the slightest.

"The voice is so good, and if she has a round ******, it's my type. A 50-year-old Soviet soldier holding a rifle exclaimed, "Hey, I said bearded, that's a very seductive voice." ”

"Shut up for me! Even if she's blind, she won't sleep with an old man like you!" Fool!" the bearded Soviet soldier next to the old man laughed and cursed, and then shoved the rolled cigarette in his hand into his mouth. He fumbled in the pocket of his jacket, only to find that he was embarrassed to find that he had no matches.

"I think these are all elaborate deceptions by the Germans, and soon there will be troops from other quarters coming to reinforce us! We will drive out the invaders! Definitely!" said a soldier who was staring hatefully at the radio in the distance, gritting his teeth. It's no wonder he's so excited, because his hometown is in the so-called Siberian Federation, and the broadcast makes the locals around him look at him strangely.

At this moment, the door was pushed open from the outside, and several soldiers walked in with their weapons on their backs, carrying various household items in their hands. These were the recruits who had been promised to be replenished to them about a week ago, and the people in the room were clearly surprised by the sudden reinforcements.

"Hey, I say, are you reinforcements from Siberia?" asked the soldiers in the room enthusiastically, and the soldiers who came later smiled politely, then nodded to admit that they were reinforcements from Siberia and other places.

The young soldier, who had just said that what was being broadcast on the radio was a scam, became even more excited, and he smiled and chatted with these fellow villagers from afar about all kinds of personal affairs in Siberia: "Comrade, where did you come from? Norilsk? Or is it Murukta, a little further away?"

"Uh...... We, we are from Verkhniya Yansk, Verkhniya Yansk ......" The reinforcer, who was being pulled by the young soldier, smiled awkwardly, and then reported a more distant place name.

"Hey, guys, he's from Verkhniya Yansk, too! My hometown is also from Verkhniya Yansk, which district are you from, maybe we're still neighbors......" The young soldier was even more excited when he heard that the other party was from the same place as him, and he shouted loudly to his comrades.

Hearing his words, more Soviet soldiers cheered, and the expressions of these new soldiers became even more embarrassed. They were silent, but chose a place far away to sit down, and then closed their eyes and rested. The reinforcer, who was held back by the young soldier, did not answer the last question, and left the room with a random excuse, shaking his head with the officer at the door, and never returned to the room.

"It doesn't take long to fool the soldiers, they will soon find out what is wrong. There are no plans to reinforce us at all in Siberia and further afield, and in fact our connection with other cities was completely cut off a dozen days ago. At the door, an officer whispered to the commander in front of him: "It will not be long to hide the fact that some troops from outside the city are transferred back to the city to pretend to be reinforcements." ”

"Comrade Stalin has just given instructions in the headquarters, Zhukov has recaptured Marino, we are counterattacking and besieging the German troops in the city of Moscow......" The officer at the head looked at his men and told a story in a strange tone that seemed to be a myth: "He said that within ten days, General Vatutin would launch a counterattack and annihilate the German troops in the city." ”

He paused, then changed his tone of extreme helplessness, and continued to ask his men: "You say, what else can we do in this situation? In ten days, we will defeat the German army, and our leaders can believe and are willing to believe it...... And what about the soldiers?"

Stalin was emboldened by Zhukov's unexecuted counterattack, or deceived by Vatutin and his men, who bordered on madness. He believed that the tide of war had begun to turn around, and he felt that he could win the war. So in one day, he issued all sorts of inexplicable combat orders, as if the Soviet Union was in a full-scale counterattack.

He ordered Vasilevsky to counterattack to the northwest to defeat the German Army Group E and the Finnish corps under the command of General Liszt and recapture Yaroslavl, and he ordered Zhukov to counterattack in the Marino area, to encircle the German forces that had broken through into Moscow, and to annihilate "at least 15 German divisions."

These orders were all perfectly executed on the map, Zhukov was leading his troops to encircle the German troops from the flank, and Konev had even hit Chekhov. Stalin believed that he would soon be able to relieve Moscow of the crisis, and on the map of the command he even began to fantasize about regaining control of the Far East and Siberia.

It is a pity that on the commanding heights of Bicha Park, a little more than ten kilometers away from him, a German red flag of 10,000 characters is flying.