As Zaitsev walked along the dimly lit corridor, he passed bunkers built up with tables, chairs and benches, behind which there were soldiers and the wounded, and on either side rooms that had been used as telegraph rooms and food pantries were now filled with people in need of treatment.

At the door of a room with an ammunition warehouse sign, the words "No fireworks" are marked in Russian. Standing were two officers who were smoking, wearing the steel helmets of ordinary soldiers and carrying Mosin Nagant rifles, who stood up and saluted as Zaitsev passed by. Apparently there was no ammunition in the house, and there was no need to strictly ban fireworks here.

"Don't retreat! If the Germans break in, fight as long as you can until the last moment!" Zaitsev said as he walked deeper and further into the flanks of the remaining soldiers. His words echoed through the hallway, accompanied by the sound of his own footsteps.

The ammunition has almost completely run out, and the few machine guns that are left are almost destroyed in the fierce fighting outside, and now the soldiers guarding here are nothing more than some submachine guns and rifles, whether they can stop the German advance is only known to God. Zaitsev also did not intend to count on how long they would hold out, because he was simply holding on to a promise to Stalin.

He promised Stalin that if he would hold out until the last moment, then he would have to hold out until the last moment. As long as Zaitsev is alive in this world, then what he is stepping on must be the territory of the Soviet Union! With rifles on his back, he walked step by step past the soldiers standing on both sides of the corridor, some of them carrying ammunition boxes and running towards the doorway, while others tried their best to strengthen the various bunkers around them.

Suddenly, a man in a shirt ran over and grabbed Zaitsev. He looked in the direction of the entrance in a panic and pleaded in a trembling voice: "The Germans are already above our heads! Comrade Zaitsev! Comrade Stalin has left us, and now we continue to resist, what is the use?"

This man Zaitsev knew, he was a staff member of Stalin's side, and he gave Stalin several good proposals for economic reform. But in the current state of war, who cares about a proposal for economic reform that will change people's livelihood? Zaitsev stopped, looked at the other party and frowned, and did not answer the other party's words, but asked: "Where is your gun? Everyone here must fight to the end, why don't you take a weapon?"

"I ...... I'm just an advisor, Zaitsev! You know me...... I didn't shoot a gun and I wasn't trained...... I ...... "This consultant is white and pure, and at first glance he is the kind of rich and noble person who has a super high degree and has not suffered any hardships at all." He pleaded with Zaitsev in a wailing voice, but his staccato speech was staccato because of his nervousness, which was far less impressive than the bird's-eye view of the world when he talked about the application of economics before Stalin.

Zaitsev stared at the other party's eyes, suddenly stretched out his arm and pressed it on the other's shoulder: "Oh? So, are you sure that you yourself have no combat ability, just a civilian? You have not trained, and you have no ability to learn, so you don't have to fight, just wait here and leave with dignity after the war is over...... Really?"

The adviser felt that Zaitsev was really easy to talk to, and he actually said what he wanted to say so reasonably. He nodded excitedly, and almost hugged the other party and said that when you surrender, I will invite you to a French dinner.

But just as he was about to thank Zaitsev, he suddenly felt something sharp pierce his stomach, so he looked down and saw Zaitsev holding a dagger in his hand, and the other end of the dagger was buried deep in his white shirt. Blood poured out of the dagger's bloodletting groove and began to spread across the white cloth, and the advisor struggled to look up and see Zaitsev's distorted face.

"For ...... Why ......" The adviser wanted to know the reason for the sudden move, but the pain made it difficult for him to even speak, and he reached out to grab Zaitsev's clothes, but found that he no longer had the strength to lift his arm. He stumbled, then tumbled to the ground, the dagger drawn from his liver, tearing the wound even greater.

Eventually, the man, who had made a lot of achievements in the economic field, closed his eyes in pain on the ground, surrounded by soldiers and officers watching the excitement. Zaitsev held the blood-covered dagger in his hand, then looked coldly at the corpse on the ground, and said: "Since you are not capable of fighting, then I will finish you off with my own hands......"

......

Outside the Kremlin palace walls, in a makeshift headquarters surrounded by more than a dozen trucks and armored vehicles, more than a dozen senior German generals were standing in front of a German marshal, arguing fiercely about something. Everyone's face was excited, as if this was a very important thing for them.

"It should have been the Kremlin that our 1st Panzergrenadier Division was the first to attack, right? We lost a full 90 soldiers in the battle...... Let's withdraw our troops at such a time, what a joke. A German division commander looked at Field Marshal Rundstedt in front of him and complained angrily.

Another officer also pointed to the location on the map and said to Rundstedt: "We have been storming in this direction for so many days, and finally in order to cooperate with the SS special forces, we have given up our positions and let them put on a show?"

Rundstedt was also helpless, because in the pre-script, his troops should still be on standby a few blocks away, but because the Soviet defenses in the vicinity were so weak that he had not had time to give the order to stop the attack, his troops had already entered the Kremlin.

"The Führer did not know that we had already occupied this Soviet palace, and behind us, two or three blocks away, the SS troops were still preparing all kinds of equipment. There were all kinds of cameras, news reporters, and even the troops flying the national flag for a while even had new uniforms ready. One of the officers of the special forces in charge of liaison put his hands behind his back and said to Rundstedt: "You know what the SS means to the Führer, and it is definitely a pleasure for the Führer that we were able to storm the Kremlin first." ”

"Perhaps, but I think that the capture of the Kremlin by German troops will be something to be happy about in whatever force the Führer is. "Rundstedt was a German marshal after all, and he was still very dignified when he spoke, and there was no voice on the side of the SS officers, and the Wehrmacht generals here were even more confident.

But Rundstedt is now riding a tiger, and there is a feeling that he is dumb and can't say what he is suffering from eating Coptis chinensis. In doing so, he would undoubtedly offend the SS forces, and might make the Führer behind the SS feel unpleasant - between gain and loss, he really did not know what to choose.

"Long live the Führer! Your Excellency the Marshal!" an officer jumped out of the armored command car with a telegram in his hand, ran past several mechanical and electrical officers and officers at a gallop, stood in front of Marshal Rundstedt, and gave a military salute: "Call from the Supreme Command!"

"Read!" Rundstedt unconsciously felt sweat already flowing from his forehead. He was a little nervous now, afraid that there would be some embarrassing sentence in the message. After all, the SS has always regarded itself as the Führer's pro-army, not to mention that in the order of attack, the original script was arranged.

"My Excellency...... You...... Marshal, are you sure you want to read it?" the officer asked, with an embarrassed look on his face, the marshal in front of him. The officers around them pricked up their ears to hear the Führer's opinion.

"Read!" Rundstedt took a deep breath, ignoring his old face and waving his hand to continue.

"My Marshal, are you stupid?" the officer glanced up at Rundstedt after reading the message, and saw a look of helplessness on the other man's somewhat sad face.

Seeing that the other party did not interrupt his reading, the officer had no choice but to continue reading: "Whichever unit invades the Kremlin will be recorded in the annals of history! This is the honor of our soldiers, how can we give it to others? If Army Group A is full of soft eggs, you will give me back and go to the military academy again! Führer...... Accardo Rudolph. ”

This is God's turn. After hearing Accardo's scolding, Rundstedt felt for the first time that the Führer above his head was so angry with him. This is the head of state who came out of the Wehrmacht, this is the head of state that he has always been willing to support, and this is the future emperor His Majesty who is admired to the ground!

Rundstedt took the telegram, then smiled and carefully folded the paper in half and stuffed it into the pocket of his jacket. Then the German Wehrmacht Marshal walked up to the SS officer, stretched out his hand and patted the other man's arm, and said, "We are all soldiers of the Führer, and there is no need to quarrel over this little matter, right?"

Half an hour later, on a half-collapsed spire tower in the Kremlin, a dozen Wehrmacht soldiers, mixed with three or five soldiers in SS uniforms, worked together to unfurl a huge German swastika flag against the top of the building.

The moment was recorded by dozens of reporters with various cameras and video recorders, the most beautiful of which was titled "All as One" and appeared on the front page of a German daily newspaper three days later.