While Germany's Führer Accardo was struggling with his allies, it was clear that Soviet leader Joseph Stalin had not had so much on his mind. He was now keeping an eye on his Moscow defenses and making great efforts to prevent the Soviet officials in Moscow from escaping.

After all, Moscow was no longer a safe place, and the weak defenses and sparse forces on the entire Soviet-German front were unconfident, and everyone believed that the Germans could capture Moscow within a month. In this environment, any way out of Moscow was extremely precious, but as the Germans got closer to Moscow, there were fewer ways to leave the city.

The road was crowded with refugees who had retreated from the city, and citizens with their families and families looked at the people standing on both sides of the roadbed, watching the hordes of soldiers with rifles on their backs, walking numbly in the direction of Moscow with expressionless faces. These soldiers had to rely on their flesh and blood to stop the steel of the Wehrmacht, and everyone knew what their fate would be.

These Stalinist forces prevented the scattered citizens from leaving Moscow, and many were driven back to Moscow when they encountered a checkpoint, or were simply detained as laborers to help the troops carry supplies and dig trenches. The Soviet Union urgently produced a batch of individual anti-tank guns as the "ultimate weapon" to wear down the German armored forces in street battles.

The Soviet forces in the Moscow direction relied on millions of women and children to strengthen their defenses, miraculously building a large number of anti-tank obstacles, erecting 3,000 makeshift machine-gun bunkers, and digging a full 30 kilometers of various trenches in less than 20 days.

And the Soviet civilians, who have now completed such a huge project, are being asked to live and die with their positions, and they are not allowed to leave Moscow until they die. Complaining but useless, sporadic troops from all over the road were blocked, and if anyone sneaked away, neighbors and escapees were shot on the spot. Iron and blood rule the city, which is about to turn into hell, and any attempt to make a living is stifled by harsh discipline.

The civilians, huddled in the wilderness, have no tents or food, have no access to drinking water, and have not had enough to eat for several meals. Because most of them are only women and the elderly, these people don't even have the courage to try to take a detour into the wilderness.

A Soviet second lieutenant frowns at the scene at a checkpoint wrapped in barbed wire to block all who pass by, and the soldiers behind him point their rifles at the endless crowd of refugees who are waving their valuables on the other side of the barbed wire, begging the defenders to let them go.

"Let us go! My man died in Ukraine, don't you even spare his children? Please! Be kind! We only have women and children!" A woman waved the coins and gold jewelry in her hand, lay on the piercing barbed wire, and let the sharp spikes scrape the skin on her chest, and the blood marks made her breasts even whiter, so sickly that it was suffocating white.

Another old lady also lay on the barbed wire fence and pleaded with the soldiers opposite in a desperate voice: "My God, you are as old as my grandson, I don't know where he is now, I am going to find him and take him home......"

Farther away, there was a faint voice shouting: "We sent our son to the front, but we were dragged to dig trenches, and now we have sacrificed everything we can to the motherland, and you still want us to die with those officials and old men? Let us pass! Let us pass!"

"Silence, silence, if you shake the barbed wire again, we're going to shoot!" a young soldier was horrified by the sight, and he could see the muzzle of Mosin Nagant in his hand. A veteran next to him pulled the bolt of the Bobosha submachine gun in his hand, and the atmosphere became even more tense.

After all, not all soldiers are willing to open fire on their own people, not to mention that these people who are going to leave are incapable women and children. Seeing these old and thin women holding the children in their arms, these soldiers really had the heart to throw away their weapons and push the barbed wire fence in front of them.

"Bah!" raised the revolver in his hand, the commander of the outpost, the Soviet second lieutenant officer, fired a shot into the sky, and the scene was much quieter. Just behind the second lieutenant, a group of Soviet sailors wearing sea soul shirts coldly picked up the weapons in their hands.

Two soldiers on their knees loaded the bullets from the Maxim heavy machine gun and aimed them at the soldiers and unarmed men in front. Seeing that the sailors who were guarding here came out of the tents next to the outpost, the ordinary soldiers guarding the gate quickly gave up the idea of opening the door and letting people go, and could only stalemate with the crowd with their weapons.

"Listen to me! Listen to me! Comrade Stalin gave the order! Everyone who left Moscow against the order will be hanged for treason! So don't force me to give the order to shoot! Go back! Go back!" The second lieutenant held up his pistol and loudly comforted the fleeing crowd opposite, but the result did not seem to have much effect.

Although the crowd eventually fell silent, far from parting, they sat down on the road and began to sob. However, the atmosphere has been eased, so the muzzles of those black holes have also been lowered, and the scary scene has faded a little.

"Didi!" a German Mercedes-Benz car drove slowly on the road, and the car had to slow down as it passed the crowd sitting on the ground. The people in the car kept honking their horns, urging the old and weak women and children to move out of the way so that he could pass here quickly.

It didn't take long for the civilians, accustomed to giving way, to move out of the way, and the car slowly drove to the front of the checkpoint. The ensign looked at the car with a frown and hesitation, from the very beginning of its appearance he had watched from behind the barbed wire, all the way to the present.

When he was still a colonel, German Führer Accardo gave many high-ranking Soviet officials Mercedes-Benz cars, which were not only luxury goods in those years, but also a symbol of officialdom. It is true that Stalin also had such a car, but from the beginning of the Soviet-German war, he no longer rode in that luxurious German car.

Nowadays, this kind of car is rare, after all, everyone has to pay attention to some identity and influence. But there is no doubt that such a car was absolutely good in the USSR, and one of the most reliable sedans. Presumably, the driver chose such a car to drive, but also because of the durable and reliable **** of German cars.

The lieutenant watched as the car came to a halt in front of the barbed wire, and the beautiful teardrop-shaped headlights almost stuck to the barbed wire. The black body sparkles in the sun, and listening to the regular and powerful wheezing of the engine, you know that this is definitely a good car.

"Sir, please show your ID and explain the purpose of coming here!" "Appreciate the car and appreciate the car, you must not procrastinate in the performance of official duties, and the person sitting in the car does not know where it is sacred, and everything must be done according to the rules."

"Hello, Ensign. "In the middle of the crowd, the driver's door of the car was pushed open from the inside. A middle-aged man in a captain's uniform jumped out of the car and handed a black pass through the barbed wire to the commander of the outpost: "Sitting in the car are the head of the General Directorate of Wartime Dispatch of Soviet Industrial Production, and his family, who were allowed by Comrade Stalin to go to Chelyabinsk to urge the production of tanks. ”

Those who were able to take the path of leaving Moscow in name to reason were undoubtedly Stalin's cronies. At this time, he was allowed to leave in order to travel all over the country to raise strength for the defense of Moscow. As for whether these people, when they arrive in those places, will work as hard as Stalin thought, no one knows.

In short, look at the current situation. The military and political leaders who left a few days ago seem to have achieved limited results. But this was not something that his little lieutenant had to worry about, so he handed back the black pass, stood up and saluted, and ordered his soldiers to open the barbed wire barrier.

As the barbed wire barrier was removed, the civilians behind the car were once again in confusion, trying to rush over the barbed wire with the car and get out of this terrible place. However, it is clear that the efforts of these men were in vain, because before the barbed wire fence was removed, the experienced soldiers at the outpost first laid another "defensive line" of barbed wire.

"Why did they leave?" "There were women and children in the car!" "Let's go, let's go!" There were cries and shouts everywhere, accompanied by menacing gunfire and shouting from soldiers. The engine roared past the checkpoint, heading for the second outpost in the distance, while the poor paupers were left where they were.

Closing the first barbed wire barrier, two soldiers silently lifted the unclothed body of a man lying on the ground. She had just rushed to the side of the car and was shot dead by the captain in the driver's seat, and no one felt sorry for her, not even the civilian crowd was chaotic.

Everyone watched as the car departed unimpeded, and the soldiers standing next to them saluted. A woman in her thirties stared angrily at the soldiers at the sentry posts and cursed hatefully: "Wait! The Germans are not far from here! They are really not far away!"

On the outskirts of Moscow in May, the rumbling of German artillery could already be heard, and the capital city of the Soviet Union had finally become a fortress on the Soviet-German front.