"General Eisenhower, do you think Marshal Tukhachevsky can hold his position..." In Moscow, Montgomery looked at the smoke outside the city and asked Eisenhower worriedly...

At the beginning of the German attack, Montgomery was somewhat thankful for the Soviet Marshal's decision. If not, the British and American troops would have suffered heavy losses in this shelling.

He had already seen the powerlessness of the Air Force. Montgomery also knew that this was not because the Air Force did not want to make progress, but because the German fighters were too difficult to deal with.

Under the entanglement of these German fighter planes, it was impossible for the Allied fighter planes to complete the blocking mission. Therefore, the situation of the Soviet troops on those positions was completely conceivable.

"General Montgomery, we have no choice but to pray now..." Eisenhower said with a helpless smile: "The situation on the position is completely beyond our control..."

"Now we are no longer able to provide effective support to Marshal Tukhachevsky. We can only wait and see what happens..." Eisenhower said helplessly: "If we support him now, we may be killed by the Germans before we reach the battlefield.

…”

"No need for support!!" At this moment, a voice came from outside the door. Eisenhower and Montgomery looked up in shock, only to see a man in his fifties walking in wearing a trench coat without epaulets.

This man wore an old-fashioned Soviet Red Army cap and a heavy windbreaker. He wore a pair of round-rimmed glasses on his face, and a trace of sharp light reflected from behind the glasses.

"Chairman Trotsky, why are you here!" Eisenhower stood up quickly. Neither he nor Montgomery knew when the Soviet chairman arrived.

Even the guards outside the door let the Soviet chairman walk in without any warning.

"I am worried that you will send troops. I believe Comrade Tukhachevsky can handle the current situation. What you should do now is to strengthen the defense in Moscow."

Trotsky looked at Eisenhower and Montgomery and said: "As for Tukhachevsky taking over your position, this is also the decision of our Soviet Committee. We absolutely believe that Comrade Tukhachevsky will take control of the situation...

…”

"The war situation has now reached a point where we no longer need to distract our attention. What we have now focused on is how to prevent the German army from occupying Moscow before winter comes. We need to drag the Germans into the quagmire of the war so that they cannot escape!"

"For this, no matter how high the price is, it is worth it!" Trotsky looked at the two men and said solemnly: "This is for the victory of the Allies and for us, the Soviets themselves."

"I only hope that after the war, the Allies can remember what our Soviet soldiers and this great country have done to win."

After speaking, Trotsky nodded to the two men and left the headquarters without waiting for them to say anything.

Eisenhower and Montgomery couldn't help but be surprised by the Soviet chairman's coming and going, and when they walked out the door they realized why their guards had not reported.

The entire headquarters was filled with a large number of Soviet soldiers. It was not until Trotsky left that these soldiers left the headquarters with him.

Eisenhower couldn't help but smile bitterly. No wonder the soldiers did not report. First of all, Trotsky is currently the supreme commander of the Allied forces here. Secondly, the large number of Soviet soldiers also made the US and British soldiers not dare to act rashly.

This is Moscow, the base camp of the Soviet army. If there is any disturbance, large forces might come to attack it. By then, the Allies would have been in chaos if the German troops had not invaded.

Moreover, the order given by Eisenhower and Montgomery to their troops was to try not to conflict with the Soviet army. We are now comrades fighting side by side. If something goes wrong, only the Germans will benefit.

"Comrade Trotsky, we received a telegram from the Tiger..." When Trotsky walked out of Eisenhower's headquarters and was about to leave, the adjutant handed over a telegram from the Chinese Communist Party.

Trotsky took the telegram, read it in a hurry and fell into silence. After a while, he said to the adjutant: "Let them do it! However, my only request is that even if it is withdrawn, it must be at least until the evening."

…”

"Chirp, chirp, chirp... Boom! Boom! Boom..." Outside Moscow, the rumble of artillery sounded continuously. The German army not only had four train guns, but also a large number of large-caliber artillery.

Although the power of these artillery pieces cannot be compared with train guns, they can still be used to block Soviet support. The Soviet artillery units are also constantly firing artillery towards the German support routes.

A large number of artillery shells tore through the air and rushed towards the support routes of both sides. Dust was constantly flying in front and behind the positions where the Soviet and German sides were fighting!

With a livid face, Tukhachevsky sent the last reserve team composed of his staff, adjutants and guards to the battlefield. At this time, the sky was gradually darkening, and the German army did not attack the position for the entire day.

stop.

Artillery shells continued to be fired, and the fighting in the sky never stopped. Seeing Soviet, American and British fighter planes being shot down tragically, the corners of Tukhachevsky's eyes kept twitching.

He knew that the situation on the battlefield would only get worse as time went by. The Germans had spent a lot of money this time in order to take down the entire periphery of Moscow in one go.

Then they gathered their forces and launched a general attack on Moscow. It must be said that the German army was extremely cautious in using troops. After losing the support of train guns, they did not rashly launch an attack on Moscow.

Although at that time, they still had firepower and a certain air superiority. If they wanted to attack Moscow, it would not be impossible to win.

However, the German generals still held back until the train guns supported by the German army were in place, and the fighter planes and mace-type heavy bombs were in place before they launched the attack.

"Comrade Tukhachevsky..." Chief of Staff Yevgeny couldn't help but cry bitterly as he watched groups of Soviet troops shouting and rushing to the position despite artillery fire, and then disappeared in the smoke.

This is not fighting at all, but asking them to die! The steel flames of the German army swallowed up a large number of lives, turning each living soldier into pieces of corpses and bloody blood that filled the position.

"Comrade Yevgeny, there is nothing we can do!" Tukhachevsky said with a livid face: "Either we die here, or our motherland suffers humiliation. In such a war, we have no choice!"

"Get ready! After the staff are all finished fighting, it's time for us to go into battle..." After saying this, Tukhachevsky turned back to the empty headquarters and burned the documents, maps, etc. in the headquarters.

The sand table was also destroyed. Yepgeni watched the position for a while and then silently returned to the headquarters with Tukhachevsky to help him clean up those important documents.

Those that can be taken away, Tukhachevsky has already asked the wounded soldiers to take them back to Moscow. Those that cannot be taken away, Tukhachevsky will destroy them here.

After confirming that there would be no documents left behind, Tukhachevsky began to pick up the Tiger assault rifle beside him, take it apart and wipe it gently.

Upon seeing this, Yepgeni also took out his Tiger assault rifle and began to inspect it. These Tiger assault rifles were weapons used by the Americans to support them.

Even in the U.S. military, there are not many equipped with this kind of rifle. Tukhachevsky likes this rough rifle that looks simple but is extremely lethal.

In fact, Tukhachevsky has always doubted whether this gun was designed by the Tiger?! Because from this weapon, everyone can clearly see the strong Slavic style - rough, powerful, and reliable.

!

“Tiger, the soldier’s most reliable comrade!

In the cold ice and snow, what else can keep you warm besides the tiger style?

In the jungle wilderness, please hold on to your Tiger Style..."

Suddenly, Tukhachevsky heard bursts of singing coming from near the position. It was sung in Chinese, but Tukhachevsky's Chinese level was enough to understand the lyrics of the song.

"In the lonely desert, Tiger Style is as reliable as your right hand.

whether you are on parade

Still trapped in the flames of war

Or perhaps a fierce battle is raging..."

The singing sounded from far to near, and Tukhachevsky walked out of his command post. He saw several men wearing ghillie suits walking through his position from behind.

"Or you're enjoying a rare respite

Maybe you will stay at the training ground your whole life

Or maybe it's heading to the front line

Get your Tiger!!"

Tukhachevsky did not see the faces of the people coming clearly, but he had already guessed who they were. Among the Allied troops, the only one dressed like this was the small team supported by the Wehrmacht.

Among the Allied forces, only the top brass knew about the existence of this small team. Only the top brass knew how powerful this small team was. They were able to walk behind the German defense lines like nothing on the ground, easily treating the Allied forces as savage beasts.

The train gun took advantage of the opportunity and retreated.

Those who don’t know their existence will not be afraid. But those who know their existence will respect them from the bottom of their hearts.

"Why are you here?! Aren't you supposed to be in Moscow at this time?!" Tukhachevsky looked at the teams approaching him and asked.

"Reporting to Marshal Tukhachevsky, we are under the order of Tu Mengben, Commander-in-Chief of the Allied Pacific Theater! We are here to escort you back to Moscow!" Lei Daxiang stood up and said to Tukhachevsky.

Tukhachevsky's eyes were finally touched. Even Trotsky had no intention of withdrawing from the battlefield at this time. In fact, Tukhachevsky had already decided to bury himself on the battlefield.

However, the sudden rescue from the tiger made this veteran who was buried in the purge in history tremble slightly in his heart.

"I'm sorry! I can't leave, I need to be with my soldiers. Die on the battlefield, this is what I should do." Tukhachevsky shook his head at Lei Daxiang and others.

But Lei Daxiang grinned and said: "Marshal Tukhachevsky, our commander-in-chief has obtained the consent of Chairman Trotsky. But the chairman's only condition is that you can not evacuate until at least the evening...

…”

After hearing these words, Tukhachevsky's face softened slightly. He nodded to Lei Daxiang and others, and asked them to return to the headquarters with him.

"I want to know why your commander-in-chief sent such an order..." After returning to the headquarters, Tukhachevsky put his Tiger rifle back on the gun rack, turned to Lei Dahrang and waited.

people asked.

After asking, Tukhachevsky actually felt that he was being fooled. Even if Lei Daxiang and the others were elite soldiers, they were just elite soldiers. They were not staff officers of the National Defense Forces, nor senior commanders.

How can one know why the tiger did this?! But to his surprise, Lei Daxiang cracked his mouth and smiled and said: "The telegram from our commander-in-chief said that if you, Napoleon of the Red Army, were to die like this,

It’s such a shame outside Moscow.”

"Even if you want to sacrifice, you must send more enemies to hell! This is your responsibility as a soldier, and it is also your obligation." As he said this, Lei Daxiang became solemn: "This is your duty, you can't do it.

Fight to the death!"

Tukhachevsky did not speak, walked to his temporary desk and took out a glass bottle. He took out two iron cups, handed one of them to Lei Daxiang, and then poured the liquid in the glass bottle to Lei Daxiang.

Falling down with a loud thunder.

"Wine?!" After the liquid in the glass bottle was poured out, Lei Daxiang twitched his nose and was very surprised. Trotsky smiled slightly when he heard this and said.

"Vodka has always been one of the military supplies of our Soviet Red Army. Without vodka, our soldiers will lose their combat effectiveness." As he said that, Tukhachevsky clinked the cup with Lei Daxiang and drank it all in one gulp.

Lei Daxiang greedily sniffed the long-lost smell and took a sip. Then he handed the cup to the soldiers around him. Without exception, the soldiers who followed him took a sip from the cup.

Take a sip and pass it to the next person.

Tukhachevsky looked at Lei Daxiang's and their actions in surprise, making Lei Daxiang feel embarrassed.

"Hehehehe... We are in the Wehrmacht, so we can't drink. I envy you for this..." Tukhachevsky smiled and said: "These are just vodka made from potatoes, and they really don't count.

What a good drink. When the war is over, I’ll treat you to a drink of the pride of our Soviet people! Real vodka!”
To be continued...