At this moment in Moscow, the grenadiers of the German vanguard are looking through some ruins and crumbling walls, looking at a small square with an unknown name in the distance, and their mission this time is there, only a few blocks away from the famous Vegach cinema.

If Accardo had known that this small square, which was now being fought over by soldiers from both sides, was in fact a famous monument to world peace for future generations, he would have been satisfied with his achievements in this life. His troops are firing indiscriminately at the location of the future peace memorial, raining bullets on those who erect the peace memorial.

And the Vegaqi cinema next to this monument is really very promising, this cinema was a key project of German aid to the Soviet Union during the Soviet-German honeymoon period. Almost all the engineers and officers of the secret military base set up near Moscow visited the most modern cinema in the Soviet Union.

Even when Accardo secretly visited the Soviet Union for the third time, he watched a movie here with the Soviet high-ranking people who were in power at the time. But time has passed in a hurry, and now all these things are wrong, leaving only some nostalgic memories, and this cathedral, which carries the memories of the honeymoon period between the two countries, is now no longer what it used to be.

Ten years is enough time to make any equipment backward, and enough to turn a modern cinema into a dusty and backward dilapidated house. As a result of the Great Purge and other haphazard campaigns, the Soviet Union spent less and less money on entertainment facilities, to the point where it was impossible to keep cinemas running.

So this once very luxurious movie theater has finally become an old house that no one cares about, and there is usually only a poor old man in it to take care of it. By the time the Germans returned, they were already driving tanks and carrying rifles, and it was obvious that there was no charge for entering the cinema.

At this time, because the movie theater was designed and constructed by German engineers, it was not damaged by the shock wave of the cannon, except for mottled marks that can be seen everywhere on the exterior wall, and the interior is completely intact except for dust. And now it was a Soviet field hospital, full of lightly wounded soldiers who could move.

The cannonballs fell around the square from time to time, and the transmission to the cinema was still very clear, and the vibration caused some dust to fall on the roof from time to time, and the old man in charge of the cinema sat expressionlessly on a shabby sofa in the doorway, he had lived here for ten years, and really did not want to leave this familiar place.

"Ahh Because there are no in-demand anti-infective drugs, wounded soldiers die painfully every day.

Screams came and went, as time passed and there were many cases of deteriorating conditions and not being treated. There was a rotten smell of despair everywhere, and nurses weaved through the crowd every day, and then let the wounded, who were in a slightly better condition, carry some of the soldiers who had unknowingly lost their breath out of the cinema on stretchers covered in blood and dispose of them.

God knows how many people have died here, and the old man held a glass of boiling water in his hand steadily, looking at everything in front of him with very mediocre eyes. Now German soldiers are desperately attacking a few blocks away, and if nothing else, this place will become a new German territory within a few days. He looked up at the huge five-pointed star on the roof, and there was an indescribable feeling of loneliness in his heart.

It was in a building on Lermonosov Street, north of this cinema, that Vatutin's command was in turmoil. The frantic attack of the German armored forces on both flanks of the 82nd Infantry Corps, which had broken through the city, put his defensive line in danger of collapsing on all fronts.

"Comrade General! There is no way to hold on to the Ring Road defense line any longer, our defense system near Marino has collapsed, and if we hold on to the outer defense line, the troops in the entire northwest corner are in danger of capsizing!" A staff officer looked at the map, compared the news that had just come back, and said with a frown: "The German armored forces are using the ring road to open up positions on both flanks, and our troops have suffered very heavy losses. ”

Vatutin was also anxious at this time, he did not expect that the Germans were so familiar with street fighting, so familiar that they were so familiar with the Soviet defenders in urban street fighting. In fact, he should have thought of this result, after all, the experience of the Germans was really brought out after the street fighting, while the Soviets died on the battlefield after the street fighting.

In fact, there are not many troops in this world who are good at fighting in the streets, and this can only be said to be a means for the weak side to delay the strong side as much as possible, but it is not the so-called magic weapon to defeat the enemy. If there is an absolute reserve, then perhaps a street fight will become a turning point in a war, such as Stalingrad in another time and space, and if there is no strong reserve, then street fighting is nothing more than a death struggle.

Vatutin is now trying his best to die. His troops had no way to fight back, so they could only retreat into the city and fight a war of attrition with the Germans. As for who consumes more - only God knows. After all, if he refused to consume so much and rushed out to fight the Germans in the plains, his troops would be destroyed faster.

"Let's put the reserves on top, after all, if the Beltway defense line is lost, we will completely lose the outer line. The Soviet commander of the Moscow city defense took his hands behind his back and gave the order in a deep and slightly hoarse voice to put in new combat units. Now there are not many reserves left in Moscow, and there is no way for Vatutin to do this.

Vatutin struggled at the end of his rope, and Stalin was not very comfortable in his underground bunker, and he had to send his henchmen frequently to check whether the army was still under Stalin's control, and on the other hand, he had to send countless telegrams that no longer worked, to mobilize the troops and officials who did not obey the command at all.

"Send a telegram to Roosevelt! Tell him that if the United States loses the Persian Gulf, then we risk losing the entire Indian Ocean...... He must hold Saudi Arabia, he must hold there!" Stalin squinted his eyes and looked at the world map in front of him, he had nothing to do with the German forces around Moscow, but he was still worried about the situation in the distant Middle East.

"A bulletin from the Far East mentioned that the Americans had cut off military aid to the Far East...... If you send a telegram to Roosevelt at this time, they may ......" An adviser-like subordinate stood beside Stalin and whispered bitterly exhortations, "probably not paying attention to us at all." ”

"Cut off, cut off, cut off! cut off so well!" Stalin didn't seem to hear the latter sentence "I won't pay attention," and banged on the table and shouted: "I will see what they use to resist me by cutting off the supply of those oppositionists!"

Before the people around him came to his senses, he changed his style again, as if he was thinking hard, and finally made a decision: "If possible, let the central region try to overcome some difficulties and support some arms in the Chinese theater...... Perhaps the pattern of the world will be very different after the war, and we should deploy some of our own forces in advance. ”

In short, Stalin at this time seemed to be putting on a show of his own, a performance that even he did not know whether it was illusory or not. Maybe he dreamed of himself in another time and space, and dreamed of that era that belonged to their Big Three. It's a pity that the reality is much more cruel than he imagined, and a few kilometers away, where the war is raging, is already the western border of the Soviet Union.

"Call General Vatutin, and ask him and Marshal Zhukov to determine the question of the movement of troops to reinforce the city of Moscow. Let's wait for Comrade Stalin's mood to calm down and then report on the transfer of troops. A Soviet general leaned outside the door and ordered several of his officers: "Now go and report the loss of the Ring Road defense, maybe he will shoot us directly." ”

Wiping the cold sweat from their foreheads, the officers under them also nodded. They obviously agreed with their boss and wanted to report the loss of the Ring Road defense at a better time. So several people hurriedly retreated to the end of the corridor, and then looked at the surprised eyes of the soldiers on duty on the stairs, and fled away from the underground fortifications buried deep under the Kremlin.

Stalin in the room did not know that the Germans were closer to where he was, and he was still immersed in his fantasies that he would end the war as the victors, and that he and his country would dominate the world and become the most powerful power in the world.

"Accardo, you can't defeat me! I am invincible! I am Stalin! I must be the victorious one! I will turn the tide of the battle under Moscow! I will!" he banged on the desk in his office, and his voice rang out far and wide. And when he roared, he did not notice the faces of the attendants and generals around him, and their faces had a look of a clown, and no one believed Stalin's words anymore - at least in this room, no one believed that the Soviet Union in Stalin's hands would turn the tide and achieve the final victory.

Some people may still believe that Zhukov Vatutin? Who knows...... The fighting in Moscow continues, as if it will continue until the end of the day.