Stalin looked at his subordinates who were also dumbfounded.!

Now, the gunfire from outside could not affect them at all. For them, they were just waiting there in fear.

The Germans would soon rush into the place and arrest all of them, or even shoot them.

Although failure was expected very early, it was undoubtedly uncomfortable when the fate of failure really came.

Stalin asked them many questions, but these formerly arrogant and arrogant supreme Soviet supreme people are now unable to answer a single question.

Stalin was not disappointed at all, and the reactions of these guys had long been as expected.

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He stood up with a slight trembling body: "Comrades, since you have nothing to say, please allow me to leave here for a while..."

He did not care about these guys anymore, but walked out with a staggering pace.

After a while, Belia walked in, not only him, but also followed by many soldiers with live ammunition.

"Comrade Beria, what do you want to do?" The speaker was Comrade Stalin's most important right-hand assistant, member of the Political Bureau of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China (Bolsheviks) and secretary of the Central Committee, executive consultant of the Supreme Soviet Command, and general political commissar Zhidanov.

There was no expression on Beria's face: "Comrade Zhidanov, the war is about to end. As members of the Supreme Command of the Soviet Union, you must not fall into the hands of the enemy and accept a despicable judgment!"

Zhidanov and everyone knew what was going to happen, and he shouted: "No, you don't have the right to do this!"

"I have this right, it is the power given to me by Comrade Stalin!" Belia's voice was still so cold, and then he pulled out his pistol and shot at Zhidanov without any hesitation.

Then, it was like an order, and the guns in the hands of the soldiers fired together.

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All of the people here are members of the Central Political Bureau of the Communist Party of China (Bolshevikation), alternate members are the core structure of the highest power of the Soviet Union and the masters of all Soviet power. But now, under the shooting of bullets, they have no ability to resist at all.

The entire office was completely stained with blood.

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Dead, all of these people died, and they all died at the command of Comrade Stalin.

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This was probably the saddest day. Some of these people were ready to surrender to the Germans, and some were indeed ready to die for their own careers.

But now, Comrade Stalin has not given them this opportunity at all.

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When the last gunshot fell, Belia still did not forget her responsibility. She took a pistol and shot each corpse before she could feel at ease.

Beria never dared to take the tasks assigned by Comrade Stalin lightly. It was not until all this was over that he left here slowly. As for how to deal with these corpses? The enemy is almost invading here. Who else would care about the issue of corpses?

In another office, Belia met Stalin sitting there blankly, and then he stood there without a word.

After a long time, Stalin spoke, "It's over, you can leave too, Comrade Belia."

He didn't ask the people in the conference room how it was, because he knew that he could feel at ease with what he had assigned to Belia to do.

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"There is another Comrade Zhukov, what are you going to deal with him?" But Belia did not leave immediately.

Stalin pondered for a long time before he slowly said, "Forget it, forget it, Comrade Zhukov has done his best. No matter what choice he makes, please don't interfere with him."

Stalin made his own choice, and this choice undoubtedly saved Zhukov's life.

Until this time, Zhukov didn't know what terrible things had happened in the Kremlin. Although he knew that the war was irreversible, he still persisted on the battlefield.

He was the marshal of the Soviet Union and the man who commanded all the Moscow army. As long as the enemy had not killed or captured himself, he vowed to fight to the end.

This is responsibility, the responsibility of a marshal!

At this time, the German army had officially launched an attack on the Kremlin. A large amount of artillery fire covered this place that was once extremely sacred in Russia.

Zhukov knew that the ending time had arrived. He even firmly remembered today:

September 15, 1943.

On this day, it will be the end of everything.

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There is nothing to regret. No.

Here, he witnessed everything happening; here, he witnessed the violent fall of a state regime; here, he witnessed the beginning and end of everything.

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Here, he will end his historical mission.

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—He has been here, he has seen it!

When he saw Volwalk again, this most loyal subordinate of Marshal Timuxin was completely different from his identity at this time.

He represents the winner.

Moreover, Zhukov knew the purpose of the other party, so he came to persuade him to surrender. In fact, by this time, Zhukov had already considered the possibility of surrender.

But the dignity of the soldier still prevented him from taking this last step.

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To be continued...