"Gather the troops you can find and have them assemble behind the eastern line! Have two battalions of Marines act together! Give them enough ammunition. Arrange it, I'm going to lead the team myself. Having figured it out, Khrushchev immediately stood up. After he gave the order, he waited for everyone to leave his room, walked behind his desk, and pulled open the large horizontal drawer.

Inside was a beautifully crafted box, which, when opened, was a pistol with a carved pattern, which Stalin had rewarded Khrushchev with after he had eliminated Yezhov during the purge. The pistol was placed separately in the groove, next to the magazine was a magazine, and there was also a row of bullets.

He pulled the magazine out of the groove, then picked up a bullet from the box, awkwardly stuffed it into the magazine, and repeated the action to pick up the second bullet and stuff it into the magazine. Probably because he hadn't fiddled with the gun for too long, the bullets slipped from his fingertips and fell onto the solid wood desk, making a clanging sound.

With a gurgling sound, the bullet rolled down to the side of a stack of papers and came to a halt against a file bag. Khrushchev smiled helplessly, picked up the bullet, and put it in the magazine again. It took him a while to finish loading the magazine, and then he took the pistol out of the box and stuffed it into the pistol.

When he had done this, he looked up and walked around his office, looking carefully at the map hanging on the wall, the national flag, and the portrait of Lenin. When he reached the center of the wall and saw a black void on it, he was stunned for a moment, where the picture of Stalin used to be hung, but it was only taken off after he arrived, and the traces are still there.

Some things, even if they are removed from the wall, are still there, lingering, like a haze in the heart, always remembering when people don't want to think about it. Khrushchev stared at the mark for a long time, until someone knocked on the door and came in, reminding him that everything was ready, and he withdrew his gaze.

He turned around, followed his secretary and adjutant out of the room, then looked at the commander of the Sevastopol defense system who was standing outside the door waiting for him, patted him on the shoulder, and said softly: "I won't use this office anymore, I put the key on the table, I will lead people to break through in the direction of Kerch, it doesn't matter whether it is successful or not, here, now it is up to you to command." ”

"Comrade Khrushchev! I will follow you and break through with you! If you give an order, the whole army can follow you to break through the encirclement, and we can gather at least 50,000 troops and attack desperately, so that you can reach Kerch, I think it is still possible. The commander excitedly shook Khrushchev's palm and said firmly.

"No need, Comrade Commander, I have assembled elite marines, and they will attack with me. Hopefully this offensive will not be in vain, hopefully. After Khrushchev finished speaking, he turned and left, leaving the general, who had not been able to say a word for a long time.

"Stand up!" On the position, some Soviet sailors wearing sea soul shirts clenched their rifles tightly, and Khrushchev came to the center of these marines surrounded by a group of soldiers. He looked at his men and said in a firm voice: "I often speak, but I don't want to say anything more today, I am about to personally lead everyone to counterattack the German army, let's go." ”

"Whoa!" all the soldiers raised their rifles again and saluted Khrushchev, who then followed Khrushchev and set off for their forward positions.

Mount Romankosh was a difficult barrier for the Germans to take over, and it was also an insurmountable danger for the Soviet defenders. The surrender of the Soviet defenders gave the Germans plenty of time to repair the defenses above, and with the elite German grenadiers, it was more fortified than anyone could have imagined.

A German soldier with a rifle in his hand watched the movement in the Soviet position, and he soon spotted the situation, as one Soviet man after another jumped out of his trench and charged towards the high ground he controlled. Without the earth-shattering shouts of the past, the attacking Soviet troops were silent, but the momentum was more ferocious.

He quietly pulled the bolt with his hand and pushed the bullet into the chamber. As a later expansion unit, Manstein's general infantry used Mauser 98K rifles in their hands for the most part. The density of firepower is not as high as the main forces G43 and MP-44, but it is better in range and accuracy.

After loading the bullet, the soldier aimed at a Soviet soldier opposite, pressed the crosshair to the soldier's torso, and pulled the trigger. "Bah!" a gunshot rang out, and the bullet accurately hit the Soviet Red Army on the opposite side, causing a patch of blood to splash on his body.

"Phew!" Not far from his side, another German soldier also detonated his gun, and farther away, more German soldiers fired their rifles in their hands, and dense bullets flew towards the Soviet charging troops, and many Soviet soldiers were shot and fell in an instant.

The Soviet soldiers began to charge and return fire with their rifles, and several Soviet soldiers pushed their Maxim heavy machine guns on wheels to a rock that could be used as cover, set up their machine guns, and began to fire bullets frantically at the German positions.

The battle soon entered the white-hot stage, the Soviet Red Army's marines had a high level of cultural quality, and the training was also very good, which was a rare elite in the Soviet army, these soldiers had a high fighting quality, could quickly organize an attack, and could continue to fight despite the astonishing casualties.

Of course, on the opposite side of them, the defenders on the German positions were not a rabble, and the troops under Manstein had already experienced the entire Crimean campaign, and it could be said that they had become an elite with very rich combat experience. They did not get distracted by the ferocity of the Soviet attack, on the contrary, they were just beginning to warm up.

Soon, a concealed MG42 machine-gun position came from a corner of the flank, and tracer bullets swept the entire Soviet offensive battle group from the side with a rain of bullets, and the dense bullets cut through the Soviet soldiers like saws, sometimes breaking entire thighs with flying arms.

The machine gun suddenly joined the battle, and before the Soviet soldiers could react, they suffered huge casualties, and then the German mortars began to join in this grand welcome ceremony, and clouds of black smoke rose in the crowd of Soviet soldiers, and there were blown up stumps and broken arms everywhere, and the screams of Soviet soldiers came one after another, and the whole battlefield was like hell.

Khrushchev, supported by a guard, staggered forward, and many of the corpses of the Soviet Red Army were already lying at his feet, so he could only struggle forward on the uphill road with one foot deep and one foot shallow. Bullets flew past him, and a soldier who was not far from him was shot in the neck, and blood splattered at Khrushchev's feet, staining his trouser legs.

"......" Khrushchev glanced at the soldier who was still waiting for his eyes to struggle, and for the first time knew how bloody and cruel it was to attack the enemy's positions. His heart was full of remorse and self-reproach. He now knew how cruel it was to stand behind and let the soldiers continue to attack regardless of casualties. He was disturbed by his ignorance, and his body trembled involuntarily from this immersive battlefield fight.

Not afraid, just a physiological phenomenon produced by pure adrenaline secretion, he raised his head and continued to move forward desperately, he knew that he had to move forward, only then could his life be considered perfect. No matter what, he, Khrushchev, could not retreat, and in any case, he had to take responsibility for his life.

"Phew!" a bullet struck the guard who was holding Khrushchev, piercing his chest and splattering Khrushchev with blood. The guard was unwilling to fall, and because he was holding Khrushchev's arm, he also pulled Khrushchev to stumble.

Just as Khrushchev struggled to stand up, a bullet hit his thigh, and the pain in his heart instantly reached his brain, and now he had no capital to continue walking, so he could only sway around and sit next to the corpse of his guard.

The gunfire gradually thinned out, and the Soviet soldiers charging forward became fewer and fewer, and this attack was not originally a large-scale attack, and even the Germans on the opposite side did not even ask for more large-scale artillery support. They didn't know that there was a big man in the enemy army in this attack, and they didn't take special care of the former Soviet big man.

Khrushchev sat leaning against the corpse, tilting his head and raising his pistol, he couldn't see the German soldiers who were relying on the trenches to return fire, but blindly pulled his trigger in the direction of the Germans, shot after shot.

Eventually, he ran out of bullets from his pistol, but he pulled the trigger and let the pistol click. He simply repeated his movements, watching the Soviet soldiers who rushed forward with their backs to him fall under the bullets of the Germans.

"Phew!" came out of nowhere, a bullet hit Khrushchev in the right chest, and he opened his mouth wide and screamed, blood flowing from his mouth and wounds. At this moment, he suddenly remembered the Yezhov who was lying in a pool of blood, and finally knew what he was like at that time.

On February 17, 1939, Khrushchev was killed in battle, and Sevastopol surrendered one day later.