Transmigrated as the Crown Prince

Chapter 937 Decisive Battle (7)

In just one day, the German armored forces broke through the Soviet first line of defense. The fifty-kilometer depth that the Soviet army had worked so hard to build was like a rag in front of the German offensive, and it had no effect at all.

"Comrade Stalin, the German army dispatched a large number of ground armored tanks and air attack aircraft to attack our positions. We have lost air supremacy and it is difficult to withstand the fierce German offensive." Speaking of air supremacy, Zhukov couldn't help but think of the unlucky Novico Husband Air Force Commander. When he learned that all the airports around Moscow had been destroyed and all his own fighter planes had been wiped out, Stalin was furious and immediately sent "blue hats" to arrest him and send him to prison. "Now the first lines of defense in the south, west and north directions of Moscow are in danger, and the defenders everywhere have suffered heavy losses."

Stalin, who was still lying on the hospital bed, looked very gloomy, but nodded slightly, indicating to Zhukov to continue.

"Obviously, when our army completely lost air superiority, it also lost the possibility of conducting large-scale ground operations. The mobilization of troops was also severely disrupted, and even basic tactical assembly and deployment became impossible." In order to avoid air strikes, the troops had to turn to passive defense. An army that could only defend would not be able to win a ground battle. However, Zhukov very doubted that even without air strikes, his own side would not be able to stop the huge German armored forces.

"Comrade Zhukov, how long can our second line of defense resist the Germans?" Stalin asked after a moment of silence. Although he was very dissatisfied with the first line of defense being broken through so quickly, he also knew that when the German army dispatched a large number of armored troops, it would be impossible for his own troops without equivalent armor strength to stop the German army.

Zhukov could only sigh helplessly. The first line of defense is naturally stronger than the second line of defense. Now that the first line of defense has been breached, how long can the second line of defense last? Once the German army attacks with all its strength, I'm afraid they won't be able to resist it for even half a day, right? After hesitating for a while, he finally expressed his suggestion. "Comrade Stalin, I think all the troops on the second line of defense should be withdrawn into Moscow."

Starling frowned deeply. "You mean to give up the second line of defense to the Germans?!"

Although Zhukov could hear the deep dissatisfaction in Stalin's words, he could only nod his head. "I'm afraid so, Comrade Stalin. Judging from the situation of the first line of defense, our second line of defense cannot last longer. It is better to withdraw these precious troops into Moscow. After all, the German armored forces are in the city. If the internal situation is not easy to expand, we still have a high possibility of resisting the German attack."

Stalin frowned, and the muscles on his face trembled uncontrollably. He nodded slowly after a long while. "Just do what you want and withdraw the defenders on the second line of defense."

Zhukov secretly breathed a sigh of relief. "Yes, Comrade Stalin."

After Zhukov left, Stalin asked Malenkov to find Molotov.

Molotov came to Stalin's ward and saw Malenkov guarding the door. "Comrade Malenkov, what does Comrade Stalin want from me?" He was recently thinking about whether it was time to leave. After all, Moscow has been surrounded, and Stalin is determined to live or die with Moscow (and he has nowhere to go). It seems that his continued stay here as a foreign minister will not be able to help the Germans.

Malenkov shook his head. "I don't know either."

Molotov walked into Stalin's hospital room. "Comrade Stalin, are you looking for me?"

Stalin, who was closing his eyes to rest, opened his eyes and looked at Molotov. "Ah, Comrade Molotov, you are here, come and sit down." Molotov continued after he sat on the chair next to the hospital bed. "I'm here to ask you to contact President Wilkie of the United States."

"..." Molotov couldn't help but be stunned. Didn't President Wilkie resign long ago? Why are you looking for him? He reminded carefully. "Comrade Stalin is now Vice President Truman acting as President."

Starlin didn't seem to hear his reminder and said to himself. "Tell President Wilkie that most of the European troops are now firmly contained in Moscow by us. This is a golden opportunity for them to attack the European continent."

"!!" Molotov was confused and didn't know what to say. It seemed that Stalin's mental problems were becoming more and more frequent. No, he was ill again.

Oh, how pitiful! Ordinary people would have been sent to the hospital for treatment by family members, relatives and friends.

It's a pity that he is Stalin. Who dares to send him to a mental hospital?

While Molotov was sighing in his heart, Stalin had no intention of stopping. "They can contact Vichy France. Although Vichy France has surrendered on the surface, it will definitely not be willing to be Germany's puppet government. They must also want to take back Paris and the entire country, and they should be willing to cooperate with the United States."

"And didn't that man named De Gaulle establish a free French government overseas? Take him with you. As long as De Gaulle lands on French soil and raises his arms, he will not be the Napoleon of the past." Napoleon had just escaped from the prison of Elba Island. , like an escaped beast, he raised his arms and many of his old troops returned. He captured Lyon and Paris one after another, and became the king of France again.

Listening to Stalin's words becoming increasingly vague, Molotov rolled his eyes inwardly. Let’s not talk about whether de Gaulle can compare with Napoleon. The last time the German army landed in French Guia, they captured de Gaulle alive and took him back to Europe. After this war, he will be tried. How can he give him a shout-out?

He said a lot in one breath, and when he saw Stalin breathing heavily from exhaustion, Molotov quickly spoke. "Then you should rest first. I will send some to President Wilkie so that the United States can prepare for an attack."

Starlin waved his hand with a tired look on his face. "Go, I have to take a rest. Let them seize the time and not miss the opportunity. Once the opportunity is delayed, it will be difficult to recover."

"Yes." Molotov let out a long sigh of relief as he carefully exited Stalin's ward.

Seeing this, Malenkov asked. "What did Comrade Stalin order?"

"It seems that Comrade Stalin's condition is getting worse." He told Malenkov what Stalin had just said.

After listening to this, Malenkov's expression was very wonderful. "Well, it seems that Comrade Stalin's condition has really worsened." But there was nothing he could do about it. "Then what are you going to do?"

Molotov shrugged. "I can't disobey Comrade Stalin's order, right? Of course I have to send a telegram to the Americans." If the Americans receive this telegram, I don't know what their expressions will be.

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