The portrait that hung in the center of the wall was spotless, because wherever Zhukov's headquarters was arranged, there was someone to wipe this important spiritual totem every day. Stalin's dominance in the Soviet Union was in fact terrible, and no one who had not experienced the Great Purge could have appreciated it.

Zhukov glanced at the portraits on the walls, then took a step and walked out of the room of the headquarters. The car waiting at the door had already started, and he sat down in his place, then closed his eyes quietly. He hasn't had a good rest lately, and now he can finally catch up on the road with a good night's sleep.

The attack of the German Army Group G had torn the entire defensive line apart, there were telegrams for help everywhere and routs in need of support, countless documents had to be dealt with, supplies were in chaos because of the rout, and it was unimaginable how many things needed to be dealt with if hundreds of thousands of troops were in disarray. However, Zhukov still handled these trivial matters very appropriately with amazing perseverance, so that the hundreds of thousands of Soviet troops who had fallen into the catastrophe of annihilation still did not appear to be in command chaos.

However, this still cannot change the fact that the German army has broken through the front line of the Soviet army, and the German army, which is making the fastest progress, has extended the tentacles of its forward troops behind the main forces of the Soviet army, which began to slowly retreat half a month ago, and these rapidly advancing troops have a tendency to catch up with the main forces of the Soviet army. For the main forces of the Soviet army, which were in a hurry to move north, this was the most fatal problem, and Zhukov left his command so anxiously, but also planned to personally rush to the 1st Guards Front, and personally command the troops of Konev and Vasilevsky to continue to move rapidly in the direction of Moscow.

His car swayed slowly, and behind him, in the headquarters farther and farther away from him, the remaining Soviet officers began to pack up the things of the headquarters. Some of the documents relating to the front-line troops were thrown into the brazier and burned, because many of them were useless to the troops, which were about to begin a full-scale rout.

Many units on paper have already fallen under siege by the German army, and some units have even been annihilated by the German army, and they have not had time to destroy the information of these troops. Under the rapid advance and encirclement of the German army, too many formed Soviet troops did not have time to retreat, and they were completely wiped out by the German army. The notes and archives of these troops here in Zhukov, and even the receipt of supplementary supplies, are all backed up and recorded, and now these things are no longer needed, because no one will check the real whereabouts of these materials anymore.

In a rout of this magnitude at the front, it is simply impossible to make statistics on the loss of a person and a gun, and even the loss of hundreds of people and thousands of guns in some cases is simply impossible to verify. It is possible that the entire company of soldiers was annihilated by the Germans, it is possible that thousands of people surrendered in a certain battle, and their weapons, ammunition, food, etc. will be missing.

Of course, there will be records of captures on the German side, but Zhukov had no way to go to the German logistics department to obtain information to verify whether their troops were scattered during the retreat or surrendered outright. Therefore, the remaining pre-war materials in my hand are almost useless, and even though I know the importance of keeping these documents, I still burn some of them according to the custom.

Boxes and boxes of documents were loaded onto trucks, and safes and certain military household items, including the huge portrait of Comrade Stalin, the leader of the Soviet Union, were loaded and transported. The table was slammed by soldiers shuttling back and forth, and a glass on it fell to the ground, shattering everywhere with a crunch, but no one cared about it anymore.

The contents of the large empty cabinet had been emptied, so the last soldier to come in knocked the cabinet down and threw it to the ground, and the dust was blown everywhere after a heavy muffled sound, and the ashes left by the burning materials were blown away from the ground in all directions.

At this time, the main forces of the German army had already begun to attack Medvinka, and it was already very close to Kursk. However, the closest approach to Kursk was not the main force of the offensive, but another German unit moving north along the Sheim River. They did not encounter any large-scale resistance along the way, and attacked until the important town of Bolevaya, southeast of Kursk, only to be stopped by the Soviet rearguard behind them. Here, the Germans were desperately blocked by Soviet infantry on the outskirts of Bolevaya, and were not able to directly attack the city.

On the one hand, because they are getting closer and closer to the core defense area of Kursk, the Soviet troops have gradually found their own rhythm of counterattack, and they rely on their own fortifications to desperately counterattack, hoping to stop the German army from continuing to advance; on the other hand, the German offensive has slightly lost its original sharpness after several days of high speed, and most of the infantry has reached the limit of its advance, and only a few armored units are still dragging the troops on both wings and moving forward.

Zhukov left his headquarters and fled north along the road with a convoy heading north, not choosing to fight to the death with his rearguard troops, for he had decided at the very beginning to return to Moscow and meet Stalin to persuade him to end the war.

Zhukov hoped that he could convince Stalin to sign an armistice with the Germans and preserve the last vestiges of the Soviet Union. As a front-line general, he had already seen that the current situation was very bad, at least the Soviet Union had lost all chances of defeating Germany, and if he wanted to retain dignity, he had to end the war sensibly.

However, he knew that it would not be easy to persuade Stalin, after all, if the war ended with the defeat of the Soviet Union, Stalin would definitely be ousted from power because of the loss of prestige. But Zhukov now had nothing to do to help Stalin save this doomed defeat.

I think the battle of Moscow still has to be fought. Thinking of this, Zhukov closed his eyes and sighed, even in his dreams, he still felt the great pressure brought to him by reality, not far behind him, the Soviet troops on the position were bleeding and dying, and were being routed and killed - but he could only flee, flee like a coward.

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Sometimes the reality is so unfair, and while Zhukov is frustrated by his despicable escape, Taro Takemoto is desperate that he can't escape. The port area he was now guarding had become the last line of defense, and the American troops on the opposite side were pouring bullets onto the positions around him.

"Baha can't these Americans rest for a while?" He curled up as much as he could, clutching his weapon, cursing in the trenches at the American bastards across from him who never seemed to have to worry about running out of bullets. Squatting in the trench was Kimura, whom he had known for a short time, and at this time he was also holding his steel helmet and squinting his eyes, suppressing his body as much as possible, hoping that no shrapnel would threaten his life.

Not far away, a Japanese soldier finally couldn't stand the ravages of the American troops and jumped out of his hiding bunker, his rifle with a bayonet, as if he wanted to fight with the American troops on the opposite side. Unfortunately, as soon as he jumped out of his bunker, he was sieveed by a dense stream of bullets. The hapless creature instantly lay on his back in his trench and became a bloody corpse.

Major General Ishida was wiping the command knife in his hand with white silk in a bunker, and he looked through the gap at the edge of the bunker with a blank face at the high ground where the American flag had been planted in the distance. It used to be his headquarters, but now it is a trophy of the US Marine Corps. Major General Ishida didn't get too nostalgic, he only glanced at it and withdrew his gaze, and then he looked at the staff officer beside him, and the other party had no way to talk to him anymore at this time.

The staff officer had just ended his life with his own command knife, and at this time he was still staring at his unwilling eyes, curled up and kneeling on the ground. The handle of the command knife was in the arms of the staff officer, but the tip of the knife pierced through the back of the waist and pointed at the sky with a clear and swaying direction.

Looking at this corpse, Ishida seemed to see his appearance for a while, his hand trembled slightly, but he waved the command knife in his hand twice very sacredly. This is a glorious tradition of his people, and His Majesty the Emperor's samurai can use this ritual to ensure that their souls can return to their homeland and rest in peace in the kingdom of heaven. Of course, this kind of ritual has different procedures in different regions in the East and the West, some are fasting and some are confessions, similar to this kind of cutting the stomach and asking the wrong person to mend the knife in the back and then ascend to heaven, it seems that there is no other branch.

More than 18,000 Japanese soldiers, on this small island and the U.S. army fought to the death for 8 days, and then completely collapsed into the current state, after the U.S. army occupied the airport, more and faster supplies pressed to the island, all the Japanese army's counterattack efforts were in vain, until now Ishida has not even been able to complete the bottom line requirements given to him by his superiors to stick to 1 month.

In a bomb crater outside the bunker, several Japanese officers were burning their flags and documents, some with tears in their eyes as they watched the burning flames. They traveled thousands of miles away from home to this place, but instead of witnessing the rise of their country, they could only experience a disaster of their own. In the distance, the approaching American destroyers could already be seen on the sea, and the guns on them occasionally spewed out tongues of fire, and the loud sound of the fire could be heard clearly by them.