The Kremlin in Moscow is now a peaceful and peaceful scene. The smoke of war seems to be far away from here. There is no breath of war and no fear of death. The entire Kremlin still looks so elegant and magnificent. However, the noise coming from a room in the Kremlin does not match the image of the Kremlin.

"Touch yourself! I'm not bad - give money, give money. Haha," Stalin smiled and stretched out his hand, asking for money from the friends in front of him. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm so lucky that I can't stop it."

Those who played mahjong with Stalin were playing mahjong at the same table. Soviet Marshal Timuxine, Soviet General Staff Chief of Staff Huasilevsky, and Soviet General Staff Director Beria, director of the Intelligence Bureau of the Soviet General Staff, shook his head, and took the money from his arms with pain and handed it to Stalin. Stalin took the money without hesitation and usurped it into his pocket and said, "I don't feel very comfortable, go and make it convenient first. Everyone wait a moment. Let's continue playing, don't go home at noon, lunch will be eaten here! I'll treat you." After saying that, Stalin hummed a Soviet tune, sticking his butt and walked towards the toilet.

Seeing Stalin enter the toilet, Belia asked softly, "I said, Brother Temuxin, when will we tell Comrade Stalin about the situation on the front line? Zhukov called again to urge him. Now the Germans have occupied Kretskaya. The entire Don Front Army is surrounded. Zhukov is in urgent need of reinforcements at the moment, but some troops cannot move without the signature of Comrade Stalin."

"Hold on, wait a little longer," Timuxine comforted, "We have to wait, then bear on, wait until Comrade Stalin is in a better mood and a little more excited." "Should you wait" Belia asked anxiously, "Comrade Timuxine, I have lost 25 every day during this period! I have already lost all my private money. I lost 25 today, but I stole my son's pocket money and pasted it."

The chief of staff of the Soviet Army, Huasilevsky, complained, "You cry poorly for only 250 a day, but I lose two 250 a day. I have sold all my son's milk powder for money."

Seeing the two complaining so much, Brother Timuxin's face turned pale and said with extreme dissatisfaction, "What are you two called bitter? I'm three 250 yuan a day. I've already started auctioning my son's diapers for money. I didn't say anything! You two complained so much." After hearing Brother Timuxin's words, Belia asked in surprise, "Master Timuxin, when did you have a son again? Isn't your wife already over 50 years old? She has this function."

After hearing Belia's inquiry, Timuxin was stunned for a moment, but he still answered unyieldingly, "My wife suddenly becomes pretty! You have to worry about it. This is something you have never seen in the world. Have you seen the polar bears and ants get married?,,?"

"Okay, okay. Now is not the time to care about this issue." Seeing that the two of them had a ignition, Huasilevski smoothed out and said, "What we should care about now is how to tell Comrade Stalin about this! And we can't make him angry. If he gets angry, I think everyone has seen the situation in the concentration camp. More importantly, we should tell him as soon as possible that it is not a solution for us to lose deliberately like this. If we continue to lose, we will take our wife and children to drink the northwest wind."

"Yes! Yes," Belia continued, "I didn't complain at first, is this playing cards? Win or lose is possible. But we obviously have to pretend to lose, and I am unwilling to accept this." Brother Temuxin sighed and said, "Comrade Stalin's poor skills are also clear about this, but what can I do? He likes to play. In the current situation, when we play mahjong, we should use Comrade Stalin's mood as the starting point. Those who must lose must lose, those who may lose must lose, and those who cannot lose must also lose."

Vasilevsky, who was standing by, shook his head and sighed, "Comrade Stalin is really good. His card-playing skills are so poor, but he just likes to play, and he dares to gamble anything and loses everything. He lost to the bearded Hitler when he played cards. He had no money to give it to him, but he took out Poland and lost in the end. We were already ready to attack Poland, but it would not be the bearded to occupy Poland. If we occupied Poland, the whole situation might be different now."

"Yes, yes," Beria echoed, "Comrade Stalin may be the greatest friend of mistress in this world. I really admire you for your gamble with a country! I admire you!"

Brother Temuxin kept nodding and said, "There is also that Zhukov, I didn't expect him to be so useless. If I hadn't given the three antiques he gave me back then, I would have said a few words in front of Comrade Stalin, he would still be a savage in the Far East."

As soon as Temuxin Ge finished speaking, Huasilevsky, who was beside him, felt a little whisper in his heart, "Damn Zhukov, I only gave me two antiques. Isn't this just a joke to me!"

Beria also scolded Zhukov for being shameless and gave him only one antique. Isn’t this looking down on him?

"Okay! OK. Don't worry about these now." Belia lowered her head and asked while thinking, "We should think about how to tell Comrade Stalin about the specific situation. Maybe he doesn't know the entire Soviet Union now. Hey, why are you doing, Vasilevsky? Don't kick me randomly, my shoes are just American products," said the author.

Belia suddenly realized something was wrong, and he raised his head in panic. He saw Temusinggo and Wasseylevski in front of him, looking behind him with a little trembling. Belia looked behind them with their eyes, and saw Stalin with red eyes widened and staring at the three of them. Belia shook his head, a lion, fainted without hesitation.

Timuxingo and Huasilevsky, who had not fainted, understood at this time that the paper still did not cover the fire in the end. Sooner or later, what should come will come, and what should leave will leave sooner or later.

After learning the real situation, Stalin vented hysterically, and after ten injections of tranquilizers, he barely calmed down and began to convene all relevant personnel to hold a combat meeting.

Stalin sat on a chair with a dark face and listened to Temuxin's report. He asked in a voice that could kill everyone, "This time it's true information, don't lie to me anymore." Temuxin subconsciously wiped his sweat-free forehead. "Don't worry, this is definitely the latest information. Guderian's 4th Armored Army has joined the Cockroach Armored Army of Gesyun in Kretskaya, and Malinovsky's Guards 2nd Tank Army did not successfully capture there. According to reliable information, the Germans pulled out 8 divisions from other war zones and a large number of vassal troops. The Don Front Army has been completely surrounded. Now they lack supplies, and I personally think that the possibility of their breakthrough is very small. We also have an unfortunate news that there seems to be movement in Turkey. I am worried that they will stab in the current crisis."

"What is that Zhukov doing now?" Stalin suppressed his anger and asked, "Where is he now?" Temuxingo replied, "Comrade Zhukov is leading the Guards 1 tank army and rushing towards Kretskaya. He is our only hope now, if he can retake Kretskaya,"

Stalin interrupted Temuxin's words and said, "Okay, send him a telegram and let him do what he can. There is also the Turkish man who doesn't have to worry about them for now. They can't cause any storms. You all go down! I want to be alone and calm." Hearing Stalin's words, everyone began to rush out with relief, feeling that they had less leg. Staying here is even more terrifying than staying in hell.
Chapter completed!