The Germans on the opposite side were getting closer, and the dense gunfire on some positions and the shouts of Soviet soldiers had proved that the entire line of defense was shaky. This is not surprising, because the Soviet defense positions were already not much combat power last night, and the only willingness to collapse at this time is that the German army will attack at this time.

"Comrade General, get out of here, go to the Kremlin and find Comrade Stalin......" Vatutin's adjutant drew the pistol at his waist and looked anxiously at his superior, Vatutin, the former commander of Moscow's city defense.

And at this time, Vatutin leaned on his bunker and smiled at the anxious face of his adjutant: "I have held out until now, and it is even more impossible to leave." This is my final destination, after all, there is no difference between Moscow with me Vatutin, and without me. ”

It really makes no difference, before Moscow was encircled, he could still use his command skills to help the Soviet Union recover the defeat as much as possible; after Moscow was encircled, he was also able to use his own arrangements to strengthen Moscow's defenses and wait for reinforcements; even if Moscow was completely despaired, he Vatutin could still be extremely calm and use his composure to boost the morale of the entire city of Moscow......

Now, however, it's all over. The entire army has become paralyzed, and even if he has great command ability, he will no longer be able to drive his own troops; and the space for tossing and turning is getting smaller and smaller, and all that remains is only a collision of absolute forces, and there is no way to rely on deployment to gain any superiority.

Not far away, the German soldiers have begun to break through, after all, their opponents are a group of civilian officers, women and children, if they can't take this position in one go, they will really be called the most fierce infantry in the world in vain. The German soldiers, who crossed into the trench with rifles, quickly took out the Soviet defenders in the trench with little combat experience, and began to widen the gaps on the sides.

The complex terrain somewhat hindered the German advance: it was a trench, but it was not a real trench, with collapsed stairs and collapsed walls, mixed with craters and various ruins forming this defensive line, and in many places there were even half-buried storage rooms and real reinforced concrete machine gun bunkers.

"General, go away! you have done your duty...... Get out of here, I beg you!" the adjutant stepped forward and took Vatutin's arm, hoping to take him out of the place where he was about to fall, but Vatutin stubbornly shook off the adjutant's hand and shook his head resolutely.

Suddenly, a German soldier jumped into the trench from a few meters away, shot the guards next to Vatutin, and then raised his gun to the pistol-carrying Vatutin. Vatutin was stunned for a moment, it was the first time he had seen a German soldier who was not a prisoner so closely, and the indescribable nervousness made him forget that he still had a pistol in his hand.

Vatutin's adjutant raised his hand and fired a shot in the direction of the German army, but the bullet from this shot did not hit the German soldier, and the other party may have also found the remaining two Soviet officers, who may have more combat effectiveness in the younger rank, so they decisively aimed the G43 semi-automatic rifle in their hands at Vatutin's adjutant.

Without the slightest hesitation, the other party directly pulled the trigger, the bullet flew out of the muzzle, and it didn't take half a second to get into the adjutant's chest.

Vatutin's adjutant staggered, and then slowly lay down on his back, the German 7.92 mm caliber bullets were so powerful that it was impossible for anyone to hold on to such a close distance without falling.

The soldier was obviously very satisfied with his two shots, and turned his muzzle directly to Vatutin, who was standing there. Vatutin, who had shot his lieutenant at the moment when the other party had shot him, finally realized the danger, and he had already raised the pistol in his hand while the other party was firing.

When the German soldiers turned the muzzle, they saw the muzzle of the black hole in Vatutin's hand, and I don't know if it was because of fear or because he had regained his senses, the Soviet general did not hesitate this time, and directly pulled the trigger. And because of his nervousness, he pulled the trigger one after another, not intending to leave the other party with the slightest opportunity to attack him.

The German soldier apparently did not realize that the Soviet general had suddenly become very effective again, so he was unwilling to be hit by the bullet, he staggered back two steps, and then was smashed into a sieve by several bullets. In the end, he could only lean against the wall, unwillingly closed his eyes, and lowered his head with an M35 steel helmet.

The steel helmet tumbled and fell to the feet of the German corpse, and Vatutin, who did not seem to realize that the other party had been killed by him, continued to pull the trigger of the pistol. Again and again, until the pistol only clicked, he did not stop the mechanical movement.

A general does not have to kill himself, he may command his troops to kill thousands of enemies, or he can decide to have tens of thousands of his own soldiers die without having to kill any of them himself. So when Vatutin shot and killed a German soldier with his own hands, he, like countless Soviet recruits, was so nervous that he didn't listen to his own commands.

However, this is a battlefield, and God does not deliberately give anyone time to adjust to the cruelty. Another German soldier jumped into the bunker where Vatutin was, followed by the second and third, and they saw the corpses of friendly soldiers lying on the ground, and of course Vatutin was trembling with a pistol.

In a knee-jerk reaction, or rather a survival instinct, the German soldiers did not try to capture the seemingly powerful Soviet officer, but they took up their weapons, and each gave Vatutin a few rounds as a greeting gift. Vatujin felt a few hard blows on his body, and then he sat back down where he had been sitting, his hands hanging limply.

The beautiful pistol fell to the ground, next to the pale and open-eyed face of Adjutant Vatutin. On the morning of August 4, 1939, during the battle of the German army across the Moscow River, the commander of the Soviet Moscow city defense, General Vatutin, was killed by soldiers of the German Army Group A and died in a ruined bunker.

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"Hey? Tell me more clearly? What do you mean that the Germans have crossed the Moskva? Vatutin called me yesterday evening, and then the telephone line was cut...... Yes, I know! I have taken over the defensive line north of Moscow, but the situation there is chaos, and I have no idea how many troops we have and where the enemy is!" Zhukov said to Stalin in the basement of the Ascension Cathedral, holding a telephone receiver.

He did not yet know that Vatutin had been killed, but he had received information that the Germans were storming the defense line on the Moskva River to the north. The Minutemen's Street had been lost on all fronts, and the Germans were getting closer and closer to Red Square in the center of Moscow.

After reporting to Stalin what he knew about the battle, Zhukov hung up the phone, and now Stalin has asked only a few questions that he has asked dozens of times. After he hung up the phone, he grabbed another phone and connected to Konev's side: "It's embarrassing for you to transfer you to the north, how is the work going over there?"

"Now the situation is very unoptimistic,...... Marshal Zhukov The army was already in disarray, the effective defenses were disrupted, the soldiers were fighting on their own, and only the Germans' own caution could stop them from moving on. Konev was not at all optimistic about his new army, and he knew very well that these improvised patchwork troops could be regarded as overperforming their performance if they could fight like they are now.

"Hold Leningrad Street! This is my request!" Zhukov said in a heavy voice, "This is my last request...... After all, we can't hold Moscow for the rest of our lives, and there will be a time when this matter will come to an end. Maybe I'm optimistic, maybe we won't even be able to survive this winter, and it's over. ”

Konev was silent for a moment, and then he said, "I'll hold Leningrad Street as much as I can...... I can't guarantee that promise, though. After saying that, Konev put down the phone, to be honest he didn't even know what he relied on to hold Leningradskaya Street, he really didn't know.

Putting down the phone in his hand, Zhukov also felt almost collapsed all over his body, the front line he was struggling to support had now become a small encirclement, and he himself, like a fish in a fishing net, struggling but not seeing any way out.

"Report!" an officer walked to the door of Zhukov's headquarters, stood up and saluted, and then walked up to Zhukov's side and said in a low voice: "Just a few minutes ago, the Germans on the opposite side broadcast from their positions, claiming to have killed Comrade Vatutin......"

“...... Then contact Comrade Vatutin's command, and then send experienced troops, with squads and platoons as units, to search in the direction of Comrade Vatutin's headquarters as much as possible...... Find Comrade Vatutin!" Zhukov waved his hand, signaling that his men could leave.

After the other party nodded his head, he once again stood up and saluted, and then withdrew from Zhukov's headquarters. Leaving the Marshal of the Soviet Union alone, in the empty basement, I don't know whether it was sadness or despair.

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