Imperial Overlord

"We are closer to Moscow..." After putting down the telescope, the German division commander on the front line said to the officers around him.

Before he looked at Moscow, it was still a small black spot. But it was so close now that he could even see the spire of the building, which was probably the Kremlin.

In real historical time and space, when Germany was closest to Moscow, it was only 8 kilometers away from Moscow-this statement has not been confirmed, but it can show that the distance of the German army is indeed very close to Moscow.

In this world, they are now only about 13 kilometers away from Moscow - a better 150-caliber howitzer can already hit buildings in Moscow.

While the city's fringes are hard to define, especially in 1941, there were a lot of houses scattered along the city, and bungalows were everywhere.

Distributed among these houses are fields and fields, and roads and jungles. It is very difficult to define the edge of the city, after all, the city has only the core of the high-rise buildings.

However, if calculated according to the city center, the German vanguard was indeed very close to Moscow.

"The army's field howitzers are ready...you can fire at any time." An officer walked into the makeshift headquarters in the trenches and reported.

The teacher nodded and said, "It wasn't us who greeted us before. Now we should tell Stalin that we are here."

Everyone laughed, and the order to fire was given. The large-caliber artillery fire under the military does not need to notify the army command, so the degree of freedom is higher.

As a soldier, it is a very honorable thing to fire outside the capital of an enemy country.

Therefore, the commander assigned his own artillery to the vanguard, hoping that they could make good use of these artillery.

A few minutes later, the ready howitzer units opened fire, this time using 150mm German howitzers instead of captured Soviet weapons.

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"Boom!" An explosion came from far, far away, and Stalin looked out of the window, but because he was blocked by the buildings, he couldn't see anything.

But he still heard the explosion. The sound of the explosion yesterday was not as close as it is today.

He put down the pen in his hand, then frowned and walked to the window. Before he could call someone, his secretary hurried in.

"Comrade Stalin, the great leader... You shouldn't stand by the window, it's very unsafe there!" The secretary approached Stalin, holding the document in his hand, and persuaded.

"Where is safer? For me, what's the difference between here and Chelyabinsk?" Stalin said to his personal secretary in a lonely voice with his hands behind his back.

He looked outside, at the soldiers who burned the documents in a panic, and at the officers gathered in twos and threes, not knowing what they were discussing.

But he knew that these people wanted to leave, and it could be seen from their uneasy behavior.

The Germans are very close to here. God knows if the Germans will break into the urban area of ​​Moscow tomorrow.

The westernmost part of the city has become a dangerous area, and the south is not very peaceful. I heard that Guderian's armored forces are advancing southeast of Moscow, and the speed is still very fast.

The battle has come to this point, and Moscow has been unable to escape the clutches of the war. This is about to become a battlefield, not to mention the enviable word safety.

"There are soldiers in the city now... They all have weapons in their hands, and the bullets have already been distributed. If hostile elements are mixed in... The consequences are unimaginable." The secretary said with some worry.

"Boom!" Another explosion came. Although the sound was far away, it was dull as if it was beating on people's hearts.

"Listen... the enemy is already at the door... Are they still using black guns?" Stalin sneered, then moved his body away from the window.

His actions relieved the secretary, but his words made him nervous again: "Comrade Stalin, the great leader... Should we leave for Chelyabinsk?"

"I know, I know...you are all unwilling to stay here. Staying here seems to mean death." Stalin said full of nostalgia.

The man who inherited a red empire from Lenin looked at the dilapidated scene around him, full of nostalgia for the past.

It used to be glorious here, and countless people built this country. One project after another was completed, transforming a poor country into a mighty presence.

But the place is now in decline. Although the walls are still freshly painted, there are no documents in the cabinets, and there are no busy government officials in the room.

From its roots, the city is dying. If he also leaves, who is left here to witness the past that countless comrades forged with blood?

In the final analysis, he, Stalin, is also a person, and he also has memories that he does not want to be erased, and he also has beautiful memories that he hopes to leave behind.

"But, this is the capital, the capital of the Soviet Union! What Comrade Lenin left me, and now I have lost it... This is very bad, very bad." Stalin looked at his secretary and shook his head in spirit. road.

"The news just came that our second line of defense was breached by the Germans." The secretary saw that Stalin was unwilling to bring up the topic of leaving~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and had to talk about the purpose of coming here.

Holding the telegram from the front line, he said: "The German army is only about 13 kilometers away from the suburbs, maybe only 12 kilometers now."

"Rokossovsky is directing the retreat of the troops. He has decided to completely abandon the first position. This is the telegram he sent you." As he said, the secretary handed another telegram to Stalin.

Stalin took the telegram and threw it on the table without looking at it: "I have already handed over Moscow to Khrushchev, and I don't want to ask any more about it."

Like an irresponsible leader who shirks his job. Stalin now also means to get rid of tricky jobs.

He was reluctant to intervene in Moscow's defense, and was more concerned with some of the government's rebuilding efforts in Chelyabinsk, and his control of those far away in the temporary capital.

"Telegram to Zhukov and ask him where the reinforcements in Moscow are!" Finally, Stalin remembered the Zhukov cluster in the south and asked.