"Comrade Marshal! In two days, we strengthened some defense lines along the streets and dug many anti-tank trenches... However, the troops lacked ammunition, and the originally large number of Moscow Self-Defense Forces is now on the verge of disbanding, and the number of troops has dropped more than imagined." In the command center, a Soviet staff officer stood in front of Marshal Zhukov and reported some recent events.

After Zhukov took over all the defenses in the Moscow city, he ordered the old, weak, sick and disabled Moscow Self-Defense Forces to be completely banned. His order was endorsed by almost everyone, because these Self-Defense Forces not only waste a large amount of valuable ammunition and weapons, but in most cases they were unable to complete the designated tasks.

Rather than saying that they cannot complete the tasks, to be precise, there are almost no tasks issued to these so-called "troops". The command of the Self-Defense Forces is simply not compatible with regular military commands, so most of the temporary self-defense corps or self-defense camps are idle in the established positions, and they will die after the German team comes.

The only function of these troops is to draw on the maps that were shown to Stalin and handed them over to the leader to use when showing his command ability. At least a month ago, Stalin liked this "game" very much. He commanded "dozens" of Red Army divisions to launch a counterattack against the German army and "almost" recaptured Smolensk.

Of course, the game ended up in the end. The troops of dozens of divisions that were temporarily pieced together not only failed to recapture Smolensk and Kursk, but even failed to withstand the German offensive and were wiped out in the rain of bullets. The remaining more than 100 combat units of various Moscow Self-Defense Forces were idle at that time, trapped in the streets and alleys of Moscow, unable to receive orders and supplies.

"It can only be said that the Germans still want this city. If they really want to destroy it, they won't give us two days..." Zhukov smiled bitterly. He felt very shameful about the situation in front of him, because his troops actually rely on surrendered civilians to block the enemy's progress.

But he could not change the current situation, because he had only a hundred and a hundred tanks of various types scattered in the streets and alleys of Moscow. Not to mention the counterattack of the troops in his hands, even defending the riverside defense line along the Moscow River became a dream that he dared not hope for.

"A German envoy urged us to put down our weapons and surrender unconditionally. He said that in 10 hours, the German army would close the passage for most civilians to surrender, and then the war would go on as usual, and we might immediately lose a large area of ​​the city." The staff officer looked at Zhukov, who had quickly lost weight, and said.

A large number of Moscow Self-Defense Forces surrendered from the "garrisoned" areas, making the originally overcrowded Moscow encirclement appear deserted. Hundreds of thousands of civilians left their houses, underground bunkers and air raid shelters, and the barricades were empty, and some were not even left.

In some streets, the surrendered people were a little more attentive, leaving behind bedding and fragments of food, allowing the retreating main forces to get some supplies. However, most people were afraid that they would not be able to receive food immediately in Germany and took away almost all the things. So the only things left for the Soviet soldiers were empty houses, garbage and rags that could not be taken away.

"Several division commanders of the 1st Front Army of the Guards have just left. They all came to apply for food supplies and ammunition supplies... Everyone took some ammunition, but we really couldn't find any extra food." Seeing that Zhukov didn't say anything, the staff officer continued to talk about the problems in front of him. Each of these problems could make the commander of the army despair, so Zhukov's face was gloomy and terrible.

However, in the end, Zhukov shrugged his shoulders and said to his chief of staff with the mentality of "there are too many lice and no worries if he owes too much debt", "I really can't find food to replenish them now, let them think of a solution by themselves. Go to the ruins, or the shop without anyone... It's okay if there are people."

The Chief of Staff looked at the Soviet Marshal who had no good idea and really did not say what he wanted to say. He wanted to tell his Marshal that everyone had thought about the methods he had mentioned, and everyone had gone in to find every gap that could penetrate. Rats became a luxury for improving life. Some troops even started to eat war horses and drink the rain in their boots to live.

"Comrade Marshal... I still think we should talk to the German envoy..." The Chief of Staff was silent for a while before finally expressing his thoughts that had been hanging in his heart for many days: "War is at this time, someone should end it."

"It's time for someone to end it... But this person is not me." Zhukov looked at the direction of the ruins of the Kremlin and whispered slowly: "It was me who fought the war until now, so I can only continue to fight until I die... You have a lot of time to end it!"

"Boom!" The next morning, the German army launched an attack very punctually. Just like at a certain ordinary moment two days ago, one large-caliber shell after another fell into the ruins where the Soviet defenders were hiding. The silent rubble and gravel were once again tumbling up by a huge explosion, flying into the air dozens of meters high, forming one black smoke column after another.

Amid the empty barricades, Afjay sat on two empty ammunition boxes holding his rifle, listening to the loud explosion of German artillery shells falling from afar, and dust fell from time to time on his military coat.

The young follower finally chose to leave. After all, most people were unwilling to accompany a declining country to the end of their lives. Through the narrow shooting hole, he looked at the dark clouds raised by shells in the distance, which had been blocked by most of the sky, and suddenly squeezed out a bitter smile. This was his chosen path of revenge, and there was no reason to blame others for not staying with him.

At the entrance behind the barricade, footsteps suddenly came, and there were rows of rifles under his feet. Each rifle was loaded with bullets. Afjay, who put the rifle in his arms, turned around and aimed at the direction of the entrance. A young Soviet Red Army soldier poked his head, looked at Afjay inside, then stunned for a moment, and asked, "We are ordered to stay here. Are you from the Self-Defense Force?"

"Yes!" After putting down his weapons, Afjay replied to the two Soviet soldiers who came in: "I am the commander of a Moscow Self-Defense Army infantry regiment stationed here, but unfortunately I am the only one left here now."

The young soldier smiled, pointed at himself and another soldier beside him, and joked: "Hello, Comrade Commander, now your reinforcements have arrived, there is a whole infantry battalion!"

The two of them were lucky to come from an infantry battalion, and in this infantry battalion, only the two of them were still alive. So they were the infantry battalion on paper, which is the real reality of the Soviet troops in the Moscow encirclement.

"The Germans are here!" Looking at the shooting hole, Afjay was no longer joking. After the regular troops were defeated, he soon saw the dense German soldiers following the tanks across the street. The other party moved forward carefully, and he really didn't have a good chance to fire.

The young soldier behind him took out a small piece of chocolate candy with German printed on it from his pocket, staring at the wrapping paper for a moment, then he pulled open the packaging, stuffed the remaining piece into his mouth, and leaned against another shooting hole with his weapon in his arms. He remembered the Ukrainian soldier who gave him the chocolate candy that day, and the incoherent conversation that day.

"Bang!" He didn't feel sentimental for so long, so he knocked the rifle in his hand. The German soldiers on the opposite side fell down in large numbers after hearing the gunshots. The machine guns on the opposite tank roared, and the bullets hit the barricades. Afjay was forced to retreat because of the flying bullets. After throwing the rifle, he took over the rifle with the bullets handed to him by another Soviet army.

"Boom!" The German tank did not have the habit of letting the other party show heroism. The main gun shot out with a grenade, which hit the barricade with only three people. The dust raised by the huge explosion poured into the barricade, and the flying shrapnel made the people inside lose the ability to resist in an instant.

A buzzing sound in his ears, Afjay saw that the barricade shooting hole in front of him had disappeared, and the shells were directly in the middle of the two shooting holes, and a huge hole was made. He touched his stomach and found that the palms were covered with blood. Then Afjay saw a German soldier jumping into the barricade with his weapon in a dizzy feeling.

"Ah..." He shouted, trying to cheer up and pick up the rifle beside him, but the other party obviously had no intention of letting him do this. He picked up the Mauser 98k rifle with the bullet in his hand and shot him. Afjay trembled because of the impact of the bullet, and then he lowered his arm unwillingly, and no more noise.
Chapter completed!