My own war game

Chapter 394: The Fall of Moscow (I)

At the end of June 1953, two sentries were patrolling on a remote cliff on the seashore of Leningrad.

The new recruit wearing glasses pulled up his collar, and the sea breeze from the north blew away his standard summer clothes, making his body feel empty.

The recruit took off his glasses, which were like the bottom of a beer bottle, and rubbed the lenses with the corner of his clothes. Then he complained, "Dawali, it's summer now, why is it so cold here?"

"Hey, Leningrad is not a place for retirement like Sochi. I suggest you change your socks at least once every two days, otherwise your feet will definitely rot in a short time." The old soldier agreed casually, then took out a hand-rolled cigarette from the bag on his waist, lit it himself, and then handed the other cigarette to his new comrade.

"Cough cough cough!!!!" The new recruit was choked by the rough tobacco leaves and couldn't stop coughing. The old soldier looked at the other's embarrassed appearance and burst into laughter.

"Dawali, you are from a big city, right? Were you a respectable person in the past?" The old soldier took out a kettle and gave the other party a sip and asked.

"How did you know that?" The recruit, whose background was exposed, looked a little uneasy.

"Your hands are very white and your skin is very delicate. You must have seldom done heavy work before."

"But you have good stamina and strength. A country kid who only eats potatoes can't grow up like you."

"Your teeth are very clean too, and it looks like you brush them at least once a day."

"And..." the old soldier whispered in the young man's ear, "I saw those foreign language books in your drawer..."

The new soldier's face suddenly turned horrified. "Mr. Davari, those books are just for me to learn foreign languages... I used to work as an engineer in a factory in Germany, and I bought the books at that time."

"Don't worry, I'm not from the Ministry of Internal Affairs, I won't betray you." The old soldier patted the young man on the shoulder. "But the situation is really tense recently. Hey, the former comrade-in-arms is now a traitor, who knows what he will say on the radio tomorrow."

"Just hide those books and don't let the political commissar see them." The old soldier solemnly instructed the young man.

"Dawali, I am really grateful!" Seeing the old soldier being so righteous, the persecuted young man seemed very emotional.

"In fact, even country folk like me know that you intellectuals are what the motherland needs most. You fight today, and you censor tomorrow, leaving good engineers here to enjoy the sea breeze. This world is really..."

The old soldier shook his head, threw the half-smoked tobacco into the sea, and then touched his belt. "Keep an eye on it for me, I'll go take care of it."

The new recruits stood by the roadside to keep watch, while the veterans went to the hidden place among the rocks to relieve themselves.

"what!!!"

A loud shout was heard, and then the old soldier shouted nervously, "Sergei, come quickly! Bring your gun! There is a situation here!"

By the sea, in a pond surrounded by rocks, a "corpse" was lying face down in it, its hands and feet had turned white from being soaked.

The two men jumped into the pool, helped each other up, and found that the man's blood-stained chest was still slightly moving.
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Moscow.

An internal meeting of the Central Presidium is being held.

What’s interesting is that the person who was talking was not the nominal number one Malenkov, but Khrushchev, who has been in the limelight recently.

"We have just solved an internal cancer, but the problem still exists. The enemy hiding in the dark is still watching us..."

The secretary, who came from a political work background, was spitting out saliva on the podium. Just as he was waving his fist excitedly, his secretary at the door was making anxious gestures.

That was an urgent matter, meaning that the report needed to be made immediately. So Khrushchev could only hastily finish his carefully prepared speech and then adjourn the meeting for ten minutes.

He did not ask for Malenkov's opinion during the whole process.

"Comrade First Secretary, I have an important situation to report to you." The secretary was very thoughtful. He used the word "First Secretary" when choosing the title. Although there were several people who deserved this title, the secretary knew very well what his boss wanted to hear.

"What happened? Why are you so panicked?" Khrushchev said unhappily.

"We rescued a middle-level officer of the Ministry of Internal Affairs in Leningrad. He claimed to have seen what Beria left behind..."

"What?!" Khrushchev stood up from his seat. "Is the news reliable?"

"It's not completely confirmed yet. He was only awake for half an hour from beginning to end."

"Get the car ready, we'll be there now!"

An hour later, the Kremlin Hospital.

This hospital, which was only open to ministerial-level officials and above, made an exception and received a colonel-level officer, who was personally sent by the newly reappointed Minister of Internal Affairs Kruglov.

At this time, Kruglov, who had completely sided with Khrushchev, was reporting on his work.

"Comrade First Secretary, we found him on the beach. He was shot twice in the chest. He was in critical condition. He only said one sentence before fainting."

"Three days ago, he was briefly conscious and explained how he was captured, and then he fell into a coma again."

"Captured?" Beria glanced at the patient in the intensive care unit.

"Yes, according to him, he was once captured by Beria's remnants and met their leader. These remnants seemed to be planning to take extreme measures to avenge Beria - detonating a tactical nuclear bomb in Moscow."

"Nuclear bomb?! This is ridiculous. Every tactical nuclear weapon is on record. How could these henchmen possibly have them?!" Khrushchev immediately expressed his doubts.

"Yes, that is normal. But you know, Beria was involved in the development of nuclear weapons throughout the process, and many things were reported to Comrade Stalin alone. It is not impossible that he really hid something."

"Hmm..." Khrushchev pondered for a moment and asked Kruglov, "Can we trust his words? Is it a trap?"

"Not really." Kruglov shook his head. "I asked the doctor. One of the two bullets that hit him should have been fatal, but it was very lucky to pass through the gap between the heart muscles."

"According to the doctor, if the gunman wanted to intentionally cause such a serious but not fatal injury, he would not be able to do it unless he had a pair of X-ray vision. Therefore, it is obvious that the other party wanted to kill him."

"I see. Then..." Khrushchev was about to continue asking questions when the patient on the bed suddenly had a weak reaction.

Nurses and doctors rushed into the room and began to check on the patient's status.

As if sensing someone around him, the man moved his lips with difficulty and uttered an almost imperceptible sound.

"Hurry, hurry and save Comrade ***, there is a traitor in Moscow..."

(End of this chapter)