The outcome of the battle is no longer something to consider.!

Everyone knows that the fall of the Kremlin is only a matter of time. Everything the Russians do at this time is nothing more than surviving.

How long can it be delayed?

The German army's attack began to increase significantly. They had already controlled more than half of Moscow, and they did not seem to want the war to continue.

On September 7, under the strong impact of the German and Allied forces, the 2nd Guards Army completely collapsed, Commander Chamilov was killed, and most of his troops were wiped out.

On the 8th and 9th, the German army broke through the first and second lines of defense of the Soviet army in succession, and attacked the core defensive positions of the Soviet army.

Zhukov, Vasilevsky, and Maslenikov.

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All the commanders appeared on the front line to command the final battle.

None of them holds hope for victory anymore, and all of them are ready for the final and worst.

Bad news kept coming to their ears. On the afternoon of the 9th, Lieutenant General Leyliushenko, commander of the 30th Army, was unfortunately killed by German snipers while supervising the battle on the front line.

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On the same day and night, a German commando raided the 22nd Army Command, and Commander Lieutenant General Vostrukhov was captured.

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By noon on the 10th, the German army had already sieged the Soviet army, and now the Russians have lost any chance to break through.

When the news reached Stalin's ears, the supreme leader of the Soviet Union did not panic much, but just asked his subordinates to do their own things.

He knew that since the judgment of fate was unavoidable, he could only accept it calmly.

The sound of gunfire outside was getting clearer and clearer. Perhaps the Germans are now launching continuous victorious attacks? Stalin shook his head, as if he could not believe that the Soviet Union had reached its present level until now.

What can I do? No one can change all this anymore.

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Belia stood beside him. This loyal subordinate was almost unjustly killed by Stalin, but he did not complain at all, but was still fulfilling his duties and protecting Stalin's final safety.

"Are you afraid? Comrade Ravrendi, Pavlovich, Beria?" Stalin asked suddenly.

"Yes, I'm afraid." Beria replied calmly: "Comrade Stalin, I'm really afraid that no one will not be afraid of death, and no one will not be afraid of failure. But I think it's useless to be afraid of this time.

All we can do is wait for the final fate to come.

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"Yes, the last fate." Stalin sighed: "Comrade Beliya, I think, beside me, you are probably the only one who dares to tell the truth to me..."

Yes, this is the sorrow of a supreme leader and a dictator.

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Half of the people around him were flattering him, but the other half dared not say anything because they feared his dignity.

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Sometimes Stalin really feels very sad. When a person cannot even hear a truth, what else can he say?

"I don't want to be a prisoner of the Germans, I don't want to..." Stalin murmured: "All when the Germans rushed in, I hope someone can help me with my mission. Can you help me? Comrade Ravrenji, Beria?"

Belia was stunned for a moment, and then understood the meaning of Stalin's words "assistance".

He said in panic: "No, Comrade Stalin, I cannot complete the tasks you assigned. No one can hurt you, no. My hands will never be stained with your blood!"

Stalin smiled and said, "Ah, I'm just talking casually. Comrade Belia, go and do your own business. I want to stay here alone and think about some problems quietly."

Beria left, Stalin sat there for a long time, then took out a small bottle from his pocket and looked at it.

There was poison inside, enough to make people die without pain in the shortest time. Stalin knew that this step would come sooner or later, and he was absolutely unavoidable.

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If that's the case, let yourself die like a warrior.

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On September 11, the final battle in Moscow reached its climax, or to be more prepared, it has come to an end. On this day, all the troops that Zhukov and Vasilevsky could use were sent to the battlefield, but they suffered exactly the same fate:

—Annihilation, constantly being annihilated!

Zhukov and Huasilevsky were almost numbly giving orders, while the Soviet soldiers were also numbly executing orders.

Under the fierce and powerful attack of the German army, the entire Soviet front had been devastatingly damaged. They had no way to organize effective defense and had no idea how to stop the Germans' unstoppable offensive. All they had left was to numbly calculate when the time of failure would come.

Time passes, minute by minute by second, and every hour passes, which means that the final failure of the Russians is closer.

Huasilevsky also deeply cleared this.

At present, he has only two defeated divisions in his hands. Faced with the German attacks that have been higher than one wave, he has no way to win again!

General Maslenikov was by his side. They were about to see Russia's failure and the Germans' victory.

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To be continued...