Stalin hated having his sweet dreams disturbed, not to mention that he was over sixty years old and his body was inevitably getting worse day by day.
In Russia, alcoholic men often die at the age of fifty. Even if they are not alcoholics, given the current living conditions and medical conditions, it is still very rare to live to the age of seventy.
The war was still going on, and Stalin, as the supreme leader, had to cheer up.
In fact, in the first few months after the war broke out, the German offensive was overwhelming. The Soviet army suffered a devastating defeat on all fronts. They shot derelict officers to vent their anger and the situation worsened. If Zhukov had not stepped forward to stabilize
In terms of military morale, I am afraid that this alliance will die and I will be deposed by the People's Committee for National Defense.
Now the situation has finally improved. Although the battle situation in Stalingrad is very stalemate, Vasilevsky has gone to take command, and Zhukov has also gone to take command. These two people have the ability to hold up a building that is about to collapse, and the army is fully entrusted to these two people.
Wouldn't it be great to take command and monitor the entire situation from the rear? At least, staying in Moscow by yourself is a shot in the arm for all the people.
In a few days, Zhukov will fly back to Moscow urgently to discuss with the commanders of the northern front forces how to conduct a strategic counterattack in the north.
Stalin was the host of the meeting, but he could only be regarded as an ordinary participant.
Since Zhukov has long been clamoring for the victory of the "Battle of Rzhev" to be staged again, let's take action. What's more, this time there is a golden opportunity. When the "Battle of Rzhev" is in full swing, Berekov leads his troops.
Spontaneously fought a "Battle of Gomel". The magical Belekov is in Moscow. This potential famous general will definitely be able to come up with some key ideas. I wish the Soviet army captures Vyazma and removes the hardest tortoise.
Model's Ninth Army was captured.
Stalin was in a good mood. He hesitated that he really had nothing important to do on September 30, so he ordered the waiters, especially the personal nanny, to wait until ten o'clock in the morning to wake him up.
Leaders want to get some precious sleep, who dares to object?!
Of course, Stalin also made it clear that if something important happened, he would wake him up immediately regardless of the time.
There was nothing wrong with Stalin arranging his work and rest in this way during the war. However, when the unprecedented world war ended, Stalin's energy was severely exhausted during the war. After the war, he no longer had to deal with a huge number of various affairs every day.
After all, an emperor like Yongzheng, who took over all document review by one person, never appeared in Tsarist Russia, and it was impossible to exist in the Soviet Union.
The victory of the war brought Stalin's prestige to its peak, and at the same time, his necessary working hours became increasingly shorter, so much so that he later ordered his personal staff to wake up at eleven o'clock every morning.
As he gets older, he spends nearly half of his day in his bedroom unless there is nothing important. He is the supreme leader of the alliance, and his words are orders. He even appoints a personal nanny who can enter the room to wake him up after receiving a ring signal.
It is a grave sin for you or others to enter your room.
How Stalin died, everything became very clear as the records and documents were released after the confidentiality period expired.
Stalin suffered a cerebral hemorrhage in the early morning. He was unconscious and wanted to call for help, but he did not have the strength to press the alarm switch on the bedside.
When the time reached two o'clock in the afternoon, his guards finally felt that something was wrong. Beria was very bold and went straight into the room and saw the dying Stalin.
For a time, Voroshilov, Malenkov and others broke into Stalin's villa one after another. Several people stood beside the bed, looking at Stalin's twisted body. They did not call a doctor or talk much. Instead, the Ministry of Internal Affairs sealed off the scene.
Afterwards, they rushed back to the Kremlin and urgently gathered all senior personnel still in Moscow.
They held an emergency meeting and drafted a new list of Soviet leaders, with the originally aloof Stalin at the bottom of the list.
That night, news of Stalin's death came out again, and they held another meeting, and Stalin's name at the end was directly deleted.
Perhaps Stalin had thought that he would end up dying alone. The people who respected him now not only watched him die helplessly, but even before he died, they kicked him away and began to redistribute power.
Big cake.
Beria broke into Stalin's mansion alone with his folder. He felt that the new gun was very important and he must see Stalin immediately, even if he was sleepy.
As a person of extremely high rank, who could stop Beria? Even Stalin's dozen personal bodyguards could only stand in front of him and explain the leader's condition humbly.
"The situation is very urgent now. Please notify the leader immediately."
However, who has the courage to disturb Stalin's peaceful dream?
At this moment, only the old nanny who took care of daily life volunteered to stand up.
After bowing deeply to Beria, she took out the key from her apron and opened the locked door.
Stalin was suddenly awakened, and the energy of getting out of bed clung to this old body that was heartbroken for the Soviet Union.
"What's going on? Why did you call me so early?" Stalin was very angry, but he still had a lot of reason for this old nanny who was not much younger than himself.
"Comrade NKVD."
"Beria? Emergency?"
"Will you let him in?"
"Okay. You go and tell him to wait for five minutes while I change my clothes first."
After a while, Beria stood in Stalin's simply decorated bedroom with an eager look on his face, looking impatient to report.
Stalin was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding the cigarette he had just put in the tobacco in his hand, and holding a match in the other hand.
"You shouldn't come in suddenly. You should inform me in advance. Tell me, is there any major movement by the German army? What intelligence has your men detected?"
"Well... about this. We did capture a few German spies in the city."
"Spy? What do the Germans want to investigate? Do they want to attack me?" As he spoke, Stalin's big eyes shone slightly.
"That is impossible. No spies or anti-Soviet elements can escape the sanctions of the Ministry of Internal Affairs." Beria paused for breath: "The enemy infiltrated into Moscow, and they collected all kinds of intelligence about the city after the bombing at close range. We interrogated
Having discovered the spy, I now have reason to believe that the enemy intends to launch another air strike."
Having said this, Beria also specifically added that the so-called new air strikes are most likely to launch long-range rockets.
"What?" Stalin was so surprised that he even threw the pipe he was trying to light, scattering the tobacco on the ground.
Beria was also startled and quickly comforted: "We only have partial information, the enemy..."
"No! They just want to continue the air strikes. They have already tasted the benefits of long-range rockets. Damn it. Belekov, you invented a rocket launcher with a longer range for me. But you made me a new gun!"
In fact, the statement that "the Germans intend to attack Moscow with rocket launchers again" was just a cover made up by Beria, and Stalin believed it to be true.
Beria does not have to be responsible for his nonsense, because the initiative in air strikes has indeed always been in the hands of the German army.
Stalin was yelling at Berekov again. If it was two days ago, the leader would have been yelling at this foreign general, Beria would have been extremely wary. But now, Berekov is also a lovely person.
Stalin raised his head, bent down to pick up the pipe that he had dropped, and gently wiped it clean.
He continued to murmur: "The situation is different now. If the German army uses long-range rockets, they can only establish a launch base in Vyazma. If our army liberates the Vyazma area, the German rocket launchers will no longer be able to threaten Moscow."
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"So, Marshal Zhukov's decision is very constructive." Beria agreed.
"Bombers cannot threaten Moscow, and the enemy has only rocket launchers as the only possibility. A few weeks ago, I insisted on the marshal's wishes. Now, I fully support him. Comrade Beria, your intelligence is very timely. Marshal Zhukov a few days later
You will come to Moscow, and at the meeting you must explain the impact of the battle on Moscow's security."
"Yes! Comrade Stalin."
"So, are you okay? My mind is a little dizzy. I need to practice well. Tomorrow, I will personally use Berekov's new gun. It's really exciting."
Beria shook his head gently: "I'm sorry, Comrade Stalin, and I'm sorry to disturb your rest. In fact, the reason I came here today is to explain to you Berekov's new gun."
"What happened to the new gun?" Stalin, who had just filled his pipe with new tobacco, became nervous again: "What's going on? The new gun is yours for safekeeping. Is there something wrong with it?"
"It's totally fine, and I brought a good thing today."
"Good thing?"
"Please take a look at this document."
Then, Bailey quickly took out the document from his bag and handed it into Stalin's hands.
This document is not lengthy. It records the execution of spies by the Ministry of Internal Affairs using new guns. The content is not polished with any rhetoric, and the content becomes more and more straightforward and true.
Among them, after the execution was completed, the description of the corpse's back was extremely straightforward, with no text modification at all. The words combined together formed a very eye-catching paragraph.
Stalin's mind was deeply stimulated, and his hands could not help but tremble.
He hesitated for a long time, and finally said cautiously: "Have you ever carefully checked the bullet? Could it be that what happened was not a bullet, but a 7.62mm small grenade?"
"We checked and made a flat cut on the bullet. The structure of the bullet is not special, but the structure you have seen in the documents. If you are not sure..."
"It doesn't matter, I believe it." Stalin waved his hand and lit the pipe. He took a beautiful puff, and finally a hint of benefit appeared in the corner of his mouth.
"I will not participate in the afternoon. Berekov, Ustinov, and other experts. Print a few copies of this document and distribute it to them for reference."
"OK."
"So, is there anything else? If not, just... no! Just wait."
At this moment, Stalin had a sudden idea. He ordered: "A bullet goes in with a small hole and comes out with a huge hole. The bullet is nothing special. I want to see it with my own eyes and try it myself. You send someone to the Meat Union
The factory brings in a pig or a cow, live or dead. Hang it up on the shooting range tomorrow and I will shoot it myself."
"You..." Beria was surprised. This was Stalin's desire to practice target shooting in person? And the target was a dead pig or cow, which was too disrespectful.
Beria didn't think Stalin had any good ideas. He advised: "Let's save the meat supply during the tense period. Tomorrow will enter October. If you are interested, I will pull one or two from the October execution list."
How about I treat him as your target and have you sanction him?"
"Nonsense!" Stalin was speechless for a moment. Beria seemed to be simply teasing, and Stalin was not single-minded. The crimes of those anti-Soviet elements were judged based on Soviet law, and how could it be appropriate for him to execute the death penalty himself?
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"I am the supreme leader, not the executioner. The law does not give me this power! Unless you capture the Austrian madman alive and hang him on the shooting range, I will be happy to shoot the villain for all citizens."
The casual remark made Stalin quite uncomfortable, and Beria realized he was wrong and stopped talking.
"I'm sorry, Comrade Leader. Let's just do this. I'll send people out of the city to hunt. I hope they can kill a wild deer or a black bear."
"Okay, you go ahead."
Beria quickly saluted the military salute and hurriedly evacuated with the documents.
As he got into the car, Beria was still frightened. Now that he thought about it carefully, it was an insult to Stalin to encourage him to shoot the prisoners.
Many of the prisoners on death row were charged with opposing the Soviet Union. In fact, most of them supported Trotsky's Soviet Union and opposed Stalin's Soviet Union.
Their understanding of the Soviet Union was different. The result of being convicted for speaking out was death. For those who remained incarcerated and remained stubborn, several people were shot every month.
If Stalin himself took action against these people, the reputation would definitely be bad, as if Stalin was narrow-minded and had extremely bad personal ethics.
If given another chance, Beria would never say that. Of course, the dignified leader of the Soviet Union wants to pick up a rifle and shoot targets. If this matter is publicized by "Pravda", it should become a favorite topic of conversation among the people.
However, if the recoil of the firearm shattered the shoulder bones of this sixty-year-old man, it is true that the German army's indiscriminate bombardment could not damage a hair on his head. In the end, the old boy got stronger and broke himself into fractures.
In fact, Beria's own feeling about the recoil of an assault rifle is that it is just a little bigger than a submachine gun. He is actually not young at all, and he can still control it. Maybe it should be fine in the hands of Stalin.
Beria still has great confidence in Stalin, because Stalin had a lot of experience when he was young. He was exiled as many as seven times and turned a shoemaker into an excellent hunter!
We must think of the worst side of things. Once Stalin cannot hold the position of supreme leader for various reasons, Plan No. 2 will be implemented. Of course, in terms of external publicity, Stalin is still the supreme leader. In such a situation, the two substitutes he supports will be