"Comrade Zaitsev!" An officer walked to Stalin's guard captain and handed over a cigarette with a smile. He was an officer from the front line. He went to the train station to participate in the parade as a member of General Vatujin: "This is a French cigarette, which is easy to smoke."

"Where did it come from?" Because the security work has been done to the extreme, Zaitsev has now relaxed. He believed that no one dared to plan anything in such a place, so he devoted himself to a welcome ceremony to welcome the marshal. After all, there are too few things worth celebrating at this time, and everyone's tense nerves need to be relaxed and adjusted.

There were at least 100 Stalin's private guards on the platform, and there were thousands of soldiers on the periphery. There were more than 3,000 soldiers on the parade. This place can be said to be the safest place. The original plan was a 1,000 honor guard. As a result, the plan was repeatedly modified, increasing the number of people inspected from more than 1,000 to more than 3,000. There were also 5 repainted Stalin tanks, as well as 10 T-34 tanks and 10 trucks.

After all, Stalin's character of great honor was buried deep in his bones, so in order to make up for the regret that the military parade was disturbed by the German army, he decided to organize this welcome ceremony into a small military parade. Vatujing is also a supporter of this plan, and he needs something to inspire the morale of the frontline soldiers who were already depressed to the extreme.

"When I counterattacked, my people picked it up from the German corpse." The officer smiled, then pointed to his injured arm, and said to Zaitsev: "A division fought to the end and had 2,000 people left. When he retreated, half of them were injured..."

Everyone knows the hardships of the front line, but seeing and hearing about them are completely different things. Zaitsev has never been to the front line himself, but he admires these soldiers who have been to the front line and have been through life and death for the Soviet Union. So he smiled and put the cigarette in his mouth, and then used his exquisite lighter to light the cigarettes and help the other party and himself.

"Thank you." The officer happily accepted the cigarette light from the captain of the Stalin guard who could not afford it, and then enjoyed it while nodding to thank him.

"You're welcome." Zaitsev missed half of his body and nodded in response, but saw two sneaky people in suits in the corner from another angle. They did not cheer in the direction of Stalin, but they wiped the sweat from their heads while talking.

No! In an instant, Zaitsev felt that the expressions and behaviors of these two people were not right. He had been with Stalin for many years. The nature of his work determined that he could easily distinguish what the expressions and behaviors of the other person meant. Now the every move of these two people is simply a representative of the extreme danger in his eyes.

"Damn it! These two guys have problems." Zaitsev frowned, and bypassed the officer who was talking to him, muttered in a low voice, then waved to the two subordinates standing not far away, signaling them to be alert to the crowd in that direction. He pushed away a young official blocking the road and walked quickly towards the two suspicious people. As time went by, he got closer and closer to the other party.

The train had already entered the station at this time, and the military band also played music. Some Soviet newspaper reporters held the cameras in their hands, hoping to record the meeting between Soviet leader Stalin and Marshal Zhukov. The long whistle of the train made Zaitsev subconsciously shrink his neck, and his strange movement also attracted the attention of two suspicious people on the other side.

"You two! Take out the ID! I want to check it!" Zaitsev said righteously to the two people, and while speaking, he stretched out his hand to signal the other party to hand over the ID. Beside him, two soldiers from the guard battalion pressed the pistol at their waists. Although they did not draw out their weapons, the meaning of alert was already very obvious.

"Comrades! We are not... not, suspicious, suspicious people!" A man on the opposite side was still wiping his sweat carefully stuffed the white handkerchief in his hand back into his top pocket, and then touched his pocket inward with a slow movement, as if he was about to take out his ID.

On the other side, the train was slowly docking on the platform. Everyone looked at the direction of the car. No one noticed the briefcase under his feet, which was unknown whose owner was. There was a bomb in it, and the acid timer was inserted into it. Although the stability of this thing is indeed worrying, it is small and has no sound, so it is the best choice for time bombs so far.

"Boom!" The first bomb suddenly exploded in the crowd, and the debris of the bag were blown to the high altitude of the platform. The surrounding people were knocked down by a sudden explosion, and more people were afraid to lower their bodies, hoping to avoid this catastrophe.

Due to location, the bomb was very far away from Stalin, at least so far that it could not hurt Stalin at all. The dense crowd further reduced the power of the bomb. Only a few officials near the core explosion location died directly, and more than a dozen people were injured.

During the explosion, the guards around Stalin directly blocked Stalin's surroundings with their bodies. They lowered Stalin's body and then wrapped him in the center of the human wall. The soldiers on the outside pulled out their pistols and were so alert that they were in any suspicious direction.

Zaitsev was startled by the explosion. He turned around and looked at the location where Stalin was and found that it was not affected by the explosion, so he breathed a little relieved. However, before he could turn around and continue to question the suspicious person, he heard gunfire behind him.

The suspicious man pulled out his arms not a document, but a pistol. He fired at Zaitsev, but was hit in the chest first by the guards on the other side, so the muzzle deviated from Zaitsev's back. By chance, he hit another soldier and then fell down with his chest.

Another suspicious man saw his companion being shot dead, so scared that he turned around and wanted to escape. However, the guards in the distance saw the gunfight that happened here. Before Zaitsev could shout "Stay alive", the escaped man was pierced by a bullet and fell to the distance.

Seeing the escaped man lying in the distance, Zaitsev immediately ran to the location where Stalin was. There was already a mess around. Many people were crying and running around. Some people tried to approach Stalin's position and were shot and knocked down on the platform by the already overly nervous guards.

Zhukov's guards on the train didn't know what happened. They held weapons to warn the surroundings, and some of them were still in chaos and fired machine guns with Stalin's guards. Both sides had casualties, so the scene became even more chaotic.

"Don't shoot! Stop shooting! Idiot!" Zaitsev issued an order not to fire at his own people, and in the direction of the train, Zhukov's guard shouted loudly: "Everyone can give me a ceasefire! This is a bomb attack! Don't shoot yourself!"

"Zaitsev! Someone wants to kill me! Bastard! He almost succeeded! I want to go back to the Kremlin! Go and prepare!" Stalin loudly ordered Zaitsev to leave the vehicle in the escort crowd, and then he seemed to remember something and continued to shout: "Find Vatuting for me! Let him and Zhukov meet me in the Kremlin! Explain what is going on!"

Before Zaitsev could answer his boss, another bomb exploded in the crowd over there, stirring up flesh and blood. Stalin, who was already scared by the first explosion, became even more hysterical, and the mess on the platform made everyone present panic.

No one knew if there would be a third explosion, nor did he know where the explosion would appear. So some people rushed to the doorman and wanted to leave the platform of the small station, but were pushed back by the Stalin guard who guarded the exit. They had no right to let anyone here go, because they could not determine who was suspected of the remaining people.

In the chaos, Zaitsev saw Zhukov, wearing a Soviet marshal's dress, jumped off the train and walked towards Stalin with a few guards. Some officers not far away were also helping to restore order. Obviously, General Vatujing should be in that direction.

"Comrade Stalin, the great Soviet leader!" Zhukov asked the guards to push away the running crowd, shouting loudly in the direction where Stalin was: "I came back from the front line to guard Moscow with you! Believe what I said and hold my hand tightly! Comrade Stalin!"

Stalin did not respond to Zhukov's shout. He just glanced at everyone around him with a look of horror and suspicion in the crowd. This time he knew that someone really wanted to kill him and replace him. This time it was not suspicion, but an assassination with definite evidence.

He could no longer believe the officials in the distance. He did not believe in Vladivostok, Chelyabinsk, and even Zhukov and Vatujing, who were beside him, could no longer believe it. So he could only sit in place, waiting to tell who was loyal to him. In his heart, a brutal fire of nameless karma had been ignited, and as a leader of a country, Stalin obviously had a character of revenge in his bones.

"Let him come! Zaitsev! Come with Zhukov!" Burned by the flames of hatred, Stalin was extremely furious. He suddenly spoke and shouted to the distance: "Today I want to see who dares to provoke me Stalin! Dare to challenge me in Moscow!"—
Chapter completed!