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    A piece of red light faintly emerged from the black clouds in the far east, and then thousands of rosy lights broke into the sky. The haze on the Eastern European land disappeared, and the vitality was restored amidst the joyful singing of birds.  The river is like a belt, and the clear water is like silver.  The winding Neglina River runs through the city of Moscow, with sparkling water; densely planted trees on both sides of the river, towering buildings, and Baroque and Byzantine-style buildings alternately sit side by side, without any abrupt or harsh feeling.  On the Borowiecki Hills in the center of the city, a vast and majestic palace stands like a castle; under the morning light, the golden-domed church shines brightly, and the red wall of the bell tower is like a gilded glow. Looking from a distance, it is full of beauty.  The majesty and magnificence of the four-hundred-year-old palace.  Twenty-four years ago, the Soviet Russian regime chose Moscow as its capital at the beginning of its founding, and the Kremlin, which has a long history, naturally became the political center of the Red Empire.  Time flies and the years change. Heroes of the moment such as Ulyanov and Trotsky have successively stepped onto the world stage in this palace. After experiencing cruel and bloody struggles, the current Kremlin only has  was the only voice.  This "people's" government under the banner of "Soviet" election has the power of its leader beyond the law, beyond the program, and above everything; the life and death of nearly 100 million people, everything on millions of square kilometers of land  The resources and wealth are all controlled by the dictators in the Kremlin.  Even if we look at the entire history of human civilization, no dynasty can compare with the absolute centralization of power of this red empire.  In front of the crystal-clear huge floor-to-ceiling windows, an old man with a big beard on his lips stood quietly facing the rising sun. It was Joseph Stalin, the supreme ruler of Red Soviet Russia.  To this day.  He has held the highest authority in this country for 15 years.  His imperial time happened to be at the same level as Qingying's.  And this Red Russian leader finally reached the top after a fierce struggle with Boyun's strangeness.  He showed no mercy to his former political opponents: except for Trotsky, who had made too many contributions and was deprived of all titles and expelled from the country, none of the Bolshevik elders who had followed Ulyanov in his struggles could succeed in his administration.  Survive after ten years!  They either died of illness like Frunze, or they became "traitors and traitors who surrendered to imperialism" like Kamenev and were shot. The Soviet people discovered that, except for their great mentors and beloved fathers, there were only a few  With the exception of a few people, all the early leaders of the Bolshevik Party turned out to be lackeys of the reactionary forces and traitors who had infiltrated the ranks of the people.  In the Kremlin, those officials and generals who dared to slam the table and get angry were all gone, replaced by young faces with low eyebrows and submissiveness.  Any orders from the central government are followed and implemented faithfully, and the "loving father" becomes happier day by day.  However, the current Stalin no longer has the smugness and ambition that he had before as if he was in charge of everything like a god.  Although he always behaved calmly and with an iron will in front of his subjects, as if the reactionary forces at home and abroad could be wiped out in the face of the power of the Red Army, his heart had become panicked all day long, and he seemed to be struggling in the water every day.  , suffering in the fire.  His face, which was originally slightly fatter, became thinner as the war in the south continued, combined with the fierce evil aura hidden between his brows.  It even made the surrounding guards and subordinates tremble with fear, fearing that a small mistake on their part would lead to a fatal disaster.  A rush of footsteps suddenly sounded from the distant corridor.  He seemed even more panicked and anxious in the empty room; Stalin, who was dazed in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with a pipe in his mouth, was shocked. With an almost mechanical stiff movement, he slowly moved his eyes from the morning view outside the window back to the room.  Come.  Without any identification, he almost instantly heard that the footsteps were unique to his most loyal comrade-in-arms, Marshal Voroshilov, and whenever the latter appeared in front of him, he would always feel something  A dizzying wave of disastrous news!  Not long after, a man with neat hair and a mustache quickly walked into this spacious and luxurious room. It was Voroshilo, one of the only two remaining marshals in the Red Russian army.  husband.  Seeing Stalin's slightly withered face, Voroshilov, as his core staff, was not surprised at all. He hurriedly took two steps forward and said to the dictator in front of him: "Comrade Stalin, the white bandit"  The army has surrounded the main force of our Steppe Front in the Sopakov Stupino area. More than 2 army groups and a total of 17 divisions are trapped in a tight siege! Now we are unable to rescue this army and can only hope that they can  Fight to the death in the encirclement to buy time for our army's Moscow city defense. Now they are less than 100 kilometers away from the outskirts of Moscow. It is expected that the explosion of artillery shells from the White Army will be heard within two weeks; in order to preserve the revolution.  I strongly recommend that you immediately move to Leningrad in the north, the base camp of our Red Revolution, where you can command the Red Army to continue fighting against the White Army.¡±p; Stalin shook his head slightly and said in a slow but firm voice: "I will never leave the capital of the Soviet Union. If the White Army captures this place, then as the leader of the country, I will also die with them.  " Voroshilov was taken aback and said: "Comrade Stalin, how can you put your body of gold on the front line of this dangerous battlefield? With your glorious greatness and wise kindness,  Even if they do not come to the front line of the capital, all the Red Army soldiers, workers, peasants and citizens will fight to the death against the German imperialist white bandits under your banner. We still have a strategic depth of thousands of kilometers and more than two million troops.  With countless Red Guards, the number of armed forces is more than three times that of the opponent, and they can continue to fight fiercely with the reactionary White Bandits. When faced with Napoleon's invasion, Marshal Kutuzov won the final victory by strategically abandoning Moscow.  Victory? Your temporary retreat from Moscow will not only have no negative effects, but will make the Soviet military and civilians have no worries during the battle, and will have a positive and effective effect on the entire battlefield" Stalin stared at him,  The light in his tawny eyes flickered. Voroshilov's voice soon became smaller and smaller, and then fell completely silent. His forehead and back were dripping with cold sweat, and he didn't even dare to take a breath.  As a mediocre general with low military ability, Voroshilov relied on his political sensitivity to climb from an unknown low-level officer to the supreme status of marshal.  As early as the first civil war, he had climbed up to the top of Soviet Russia's first general Frunze, and relied on the victories he won under the command of the latter to gain enough military exploits for himself.  And when Stalin became the core of the leadership, he tried his best to please and flatter himself, and expressed his absolute loyalty to the leader in various ways.  Through a series of desperate acts of shameless behavior, Voroshilov finally entered the sight of Stalin, who was still fledgling at the time, and was promoted by the latter as a spokesperson force in the army.  In order to compete with a group of veteran generals with outstanding military achievements, led by Blyucher and Tukhachevsky, Stalin forced Voroshilov, who was only 15 years old at the time, into the military ranks when conferring military titles on his generals.  There are only 5 people in the list of marshals, and they are on the same list as Budyonny and other veterans who have been in the military for half a century.  Voroshilov was therefore extremely grateful to Stalin for his "kindness of knowing him", and he wholeheartedly repaid him in the subsequent great purge: he not only single-handedly led the treason trial of three marshals including Tukhachevsky  , immediately shot those who were dissatisfied with Stalin's rule, and signed tens of thousands of execution orders on Stalin's behalf, killing all dissidents in the army.  In addition to the Cheka leader Yezhov, the vanguard in the great purge will be headed by Voroshilov. When the Red Russian officers and soldiers heard the name of Voroshilov, they all felt a chill and fear.  As a "political marshal" whose entire power relied on Stalin's trust, Voroshilov had an extremely deep understanding of his master's every move; now that he saw him looking at him with hidden anger, he immediately fell silent.  Sweating profusely, I was thinking hard about which of my words touched the opponent's back scale.  Seeing the fearful and aggrieved expression of his close comrades-in-arms, Stalin, who had long been hard-hearted, could not help but feel a little compassion. He slowly exhaled and whispered: "Comrade Voroshilov,  How many chances do you think we have to win given the current situation? " Voroshilov's lips moved, and he almost blurted out the powerful sentence "The People's Soviet will win the final victory"; however, when he saw what Stalin saw in his eyes,  When he showed that unprecedented desolate look, he was so shaken that he immediately stayed where he was, as if there were boundless waves rushing through his heart.  Only then did he realize that Stalin's face was extremely haggard, and that familiar set of clothes now seemed a bit too wide on his body, as if it was about to slip off at any time!  Seeing that Voroshilov was stunned and silent for a long time, Stalin twitched the corner of his mouth slightly and said in a solemn voice: "We have no chance of winning. Not to mention whether we can defeat the Southern White Army who have received strong support from Germany.  , even if they are defeated by our army, Germany, which has ended the war in America, can attack across the border from the Baltic Sea to Ukraine. In this case, it is impossible for us to stop this army. I will go to Leningrad again.  What's the point? If it's doomed to fail, then let Moscow and the Kremlin be my grave. At least this will give me the last bit of dignity as a leader." (To be continued) ps: Thank you.  Book friends Qingfeng Farewell and Oriental Invincible Old Han¡¯s monthly ticket support, and rewards from Golden Crab and zhouyu1976~~~?¡­
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