The car started slowly, and with a slight shaking, Stalin frowned involuntarily. This car was a product from Ford, and it was said to be the most expensive American car. However, after getting used to the luxury sedan produced by Mercedes-Benz Motor Company, Stalin still felt the shortcomings of American cars in shock absorption performance.

As the saying goes, "People will die, and goods will be thrown away." Although American things look very good, they sometimes have a little bit of meaning in front of German goods. There is a car given to him by the German head of state Akado in Stalin's underground garage. A year ago, he would definitely take it when he was traveling.

Even the cars produced by Germany a year ago have a luxurious attitude in all aspects, which is more than one level better than the Ford mass-produced cars provided by the Americans. On the one hand, the supply provided by both sides is indeed not at the same price, and the German Mercedes-Benz is obviously more than a little better than the Ford in the United States; on the other hand, it does prove that Germany's automobile production technology is more advanced than the United States.

Don’t underestimate this subtle difference. In the entire industrial system, the industrial gap caused by these subtle differences is the concept of a very different difference. Germany relies on this meticulous industrial belief in the civilian field to gradually widen the distance between it and the American industry. During the war, this distance was reflected in the tank’s shock-absorbing load-bearing system, the walking system of all vehicles, the engine of the aircraft, and the welding process of warships...

Therefore, German tanks are less fuel-efficient than American tanks, so under the same conditions, the engine power of German tanks can be stronger, so the armor that can be installed is thicker, so the artillery is bigger, and the end of the day, the Americans can only use the Sherman M4 tank, while the Germans use the Porsche Tiger King.

It was obvious that Stalin could not have thought of such a distant thing. He just suddenly realized that the car he was riding in was not as comfortable as before. However, this was something he could not complain about. After all, it was an order issued by him himself, requiring officials not to ride in German luxury cars before the end of the war.

This ban is useless in many places, and many officials still can only travel in German cars. After all, they have no other transportation tools to replace German cars, compared with Stalin and senior officials in Moscow. When they were in their honeymoon period with Germany, many agencies were looking for connections to import German cars and were proud of being able to get Mercedes-Benz cars exported by Germany.

Moscow's streets are very deserted because no one likes to go out when shells may fall at any time. More than a dozen cars are galloping past the empty streets, and the sound of the engine makes some curious children lie on the window and stare at the convoy that has gone away.

A originally wide street was filled with barricades made of sandbags. Behind these sandbags was a huge camouflage net. Under the camouflage net was parked a Su-76 self-propelled anti-tank gun. Next to the cold body, there were still a dozen resting Soviet Red Army soldiers.

They looked at the sentries with cold eyes as they raised the roadblocks that blocked the road, and watched cars pass by quickly in front of them with expressionless faces. They ignored the officers standing attentively on the side of the road, as if the big men in the convoy who could only look up to had nothing to do with them.

War is an interesting thing, and sometimes people can forget their identity. Even if a humble person is, as long as they go to the battlefield, they can ignore other lives. Even if the life he ignores is a king of a country with a prominent identity... Archimedes was killed by a Roman soldier and did not survive because of his outstanding mathematical contribution.

"Hey, I said, what big shots are those cars that have just passed by?" A soldier holding a submachine gun asked his comrades around him curiously. He was curious about what kind of person he could drag out a convoy to show his identity in Moscow.

The comrade was obviously not very curious about this. He just smoked a precious cigarette carefully while answering his companion's questions in a speech: "A great big man, when he goes to the battlefield, it's just a bullet! It's probably not as good as the rookie recruits in the 2nd Battalion."

A group of veterans around nodded in agreement, and spoke politely about the comments that the high-ranking officials in the convoy ran faster than rabbits when they were fighting, and then laughed at each other. They didn't know what they were talking about insults, and there was a name that once scared them so much that they didn't dare to give.

After a long journey, the car finally stopped at the exit of a spacious freight station. One after another, a protection net was formed around it. Guards stood tall on both sides of the car, vigilantly observing any movements around.

Finally, Zaitsev walked to the side of Stalin's car and reached out to open the door for the leader. Stalin got out of the car, and then countless officers and politicians who greeted him surging applause like waves. Vatujin took his adjutant to Stalin and stood attentively and saluted: "Everything is ready. The messenger just reported that the train that Marshal Zhukov was riding in would enter the station in fifteen minutes."

Stalin was obviously very satisfied with Vatutin's arrangement, patted the other party on the shoulder and said, "Very good! Marshal Zhukov led his troops to Moscow. This will be the turning point of the Soviet-German war! We will defeat the German army in Moscow and win the initiative to the battlefield."

"It's like this, Comrade Stalin, the leader! I also believe that we can win back the initiative of war!" Vatujing replied loudly to Stalin: "As long as we stick to Moscow for 5 months, the weather will be beneficial to us again, and then we will get a chance to breathe. At that time, there will be three months for us to rest."

Vatujing's words made Stalin very satisfied. What he wanted to hear most now was that the generals came to the conclusion that the Soviet Union still had hope from a professional perspective. Even though this conclusion sometimes seemed too optimistic, he still liked to listen to this kind of rhetoric.

"Very good! Very good!" Stalin took the lead in walking towards the station platform with satisfaction, where various departments were already standing to welcome Marshal Zhukov. Everyone was applauding and cheering, excited for Stalin's arrival. You should know that Stalin had not left the Kremlin for a long time. These officers and politicians with insufficient identities have not seen this leader who called the wind and rain in the Soviet Union for a month.

However, just as these people were applauding, two people in suits in the corner were biting their ears and talking. One of the men kept rubbing the sweat on their foreheads with the white handkerchief in their hands, and their voice was trembling: "This matter must be foolproof. Are you sure you can kill the target?"

Another man was obviously even more nervous. While looking at the vigilant force around him with his alert eyes, he trembled and answered the other party's question: "I've done an experiment. Under normal circumstances..., this...detonation device...is still, very reliable."

This era is not like the 21st century. You can use it as a bomb detonation device by buying a phone or an electronic watch. It is even more impossible to use an alarm clock to make a timing device like in the anti-Japanese drama. If you want a small-sized time bomb, the detonation time will be very unstable. This is the limitation of the times and the limit that cannot be changed.

When the two of them were talking, they turned their eyes to the two handbags in the crowd from time to time. In order to ensure that they could kill Stalin, the important target, they carried a bomb, using double insurance to make up for the hidden dangers brought about by the instability of the bomb fuse.

The big men far away in Chelyabinsk promised that as long as they could kill Stalin, the stumbling block of peace, the Soviet-German war would end immediately, and their families in Moscow would escape the misfortune of the war. As for the two of them, they would have a good position in the new Soviet government. Think of their children at home, and their wives who were squatting in the air-raid shelter waiting for the end of the shelling, they agreed to this crazy plan.

As it turned out that when the war reached this point, Stalin's rule was not solid. There were also voices of opposition within the Soviet Union. Although this voice was still very weak and the methods used were shady, these voices still existed, which seemed to be enough for the Soviet Union where the building was about to collapse.

These weak forces hope to end Stalin's era with assassination, and then replace it themselves and reach a truce agreement with the Third Reich. Some German spies secretly distributed leaflets and the Imperial Channel news that appeared from time to time on the radio repeatedly proved that their views were more correct: Germany was also seeking peace, and the only obstacle was Stalin.

Unfortunately, Stalin almost never left his nest Kremlin before, so these weak forces had no chance to take action. This time welcoming Marshal Zhukov to return to Moscow is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If the operation is more perfect, you can even buy one and get one free to kill Zhukov. So they came and walked onto the platform where Stalin would arrive in a while without hesitation. ——
Chapter completed!