In Moscow, Kremlin, Zhukov's car slowly stopped in front of the building's gate. Two rows of Soviet soldiers stood attentively and saluted. Zhukov slowly got out of his car and walked up the steps of Red Square.

Through the long corridor, Zhukov followed his guard step by step toward the agreed meeting room door. When he arrived here, the two guards reached out to stop Zhukov's guard from continuing to move forward, and only signaled that Zhukov and his secretary could push the door and enter. The two Zhukov's guards glanced at Zhukov and retreated aside.

Zhukov sorted out his military uniform, looked down at the dust on his boots, then looked at his secretary, then reached out and gently knocked on the door of the conference room.

"Please come in!" The voice of Stalin {{m came from inside. Zhukov pushed open the door and found that there were more than a dozen generals of the front army, as well as senior commanders of the Air Force and the Navy. The youngest among the people present was also the rank of general, and even Marshal Temuxin, who had been suspended.

"Long live the great leader Comrade Stalin!" Zhukov stood at the door and saluted, shouting slogans loudly. His greetings echoed in the empty conference room, making the whole room particularly quiet.

"Master Zhukov, this time I asked you to return to Moscow from the front line. I mainly wanted to hear your views on the front line battle situation and to more intuitively recognize our current front line situation." Stalin sat in the first position, just pointed to the position beside him, signaling Zhukov to sit down, and then said softly: "All the people here are all generals who are absolutely loyal to the motherland. Everyone can speak freely. I just want to hear your views on the war."

"Yes! Comrade Stalin, the great leader!" Zhukov walked to Stalin, sat on the empty chair, then took the paper bag from the secretary, took out a lot of documents from it, spread them on the table in front of him, and sorted them out bit by bit, and everyone was waiting patiently. No one spoke, only the rustling sound of paper rubbing.

After a few minutes, Zhukov finally sorted out his thoughts, looked up at Stalin and said, "As the frontline commander you personally appointed by Comrade Stalin, I have a few opinions."

"The first is the north. Although the German army is gathering Finnish troops to put pressure on Leningrad, I personally think that the situation in the northern war is actually irrelevant to the overall situation. Whether Leningrad is in our hands, or in the hands of the German army, it does not mean much." Zhukov took out a document and handed it to Stalin, and whispered: "As the Northern Theater Command, I personally think it is the least important."

Stalin took over Leningrad's defense report, looked at it and threw it to the conference table: "The Germans obviously did not have much interest in Leningrad. The army attacking there was said to be the e-army that was crippled on the battlefield and had no deterrence."

After he said this, he looked at Marshal Timuxine. Obviously, this Marshal who took the blame for the Southern Theater Command has now had new uses, so he appeared at such an important strategic meeting: "Marrior Timuxine, I order you to go to the Northern Theater Command to stabilize the situation and defend the important city of Leningrad. Do you have any problems?"

"No problem! Comrade Stalin! I am willing to live and die with Leningrad!" Temuxine stood up and stood attentively and said.

The determination he showed seemed to satisfy Stalin very much, so Stalin stretched out his hand and pressed down, signaling him to sit down: "Very good! I believe you can keep your promise." After saying this, he looked at Zhukov again, waiting for his number one subordinate to continue talking about the problems on the front line.

"In the central front, I intentionally gave up a large tract of land between Minsk and Smolensk, and bought time and space for our troops. The Germans are now suffering from supply difficulties, and there will be no substantial progress in the short term." Zhukov said, while handing Stalin the report on air reconnaissance and some calculation results.

Obviously Stalin was very concerned about the Battle of Moscow. He picked up the information and looked carefully. The assistant behind him was also very considerate. With a light wave of his hand, a waiter pushed a huge map over. The map was pinned to a huge board, like a wall, with many wheels under it, ensuring that the huge map could move as much as he wished.

Zhukov stood up and walked to the map. He was the commander of the army. When he was facing the map, it was obviously much more professional than facing a bunch of reports and data tables. He stretched out his arm, grabbed the whip in his hand, and pointed forward. The end of the whip was knocked at the position of Smolensk: "The rail tracks from Minsk to Smolensk are different from those used by the German army. Even if the renovation project is accelerated, it will not be possible to be completed until May this year. During this period, almost all the German logistics supplies were relied on trucks and mules and horses."

"So I concluded that the Germans would not choose to overcome such difficulties and forcefully attack Moscow." Zhukov used a guide to draw a stroke on the map and connected the area between Smolensk and Moscow: "The two main fronts that broke through me also had four infantry fronts, ate hundreds of thousands of troops and then captured Moscow. For the German army, there was nothing but let us move."

"Comrade Zhukov! Please pay attention to your words! Moscow is the capital of our great motherland. If it falls, it will be an irreparable loss for the entire country." A general looked at Zhukov angrily and scolded: "This is our capital! It cannot fall!"

Stalin frowned, but did not stop the other party's doubts. Obviously, he had this idea. At least for Stalin personally, Moscow was the basis for his rule over the Soviet Union. In any case, he did not want to have the capital occupied by the enemy during his rule over the Soviet Union.

Zhukov used his teaching stick to draw a horizontal stroke between Moscow and Smolensk and introduced: "We have a solid line of defense here. Nearly 1 million of our main forces are deployed here to be responsible for the defense work in Moscow. So far, I have no intention of drawing one soldiers and one soldiers from these troops to ensure that there will be no accidents in Moscow."

After hearing this, Stalin nodded slightly. He agreed with Zhukov's arrangements on the Moscow front line. To be honest, Moscow is a base camp and a base for him, but these are not reasons why Moscow cannot be abandoned. To be honest, the political significance here is greater than actual benefits, and it is not something that cannot be abandoned at all.

But when the enemy approached Moscow, the whole country was shocked and the country was shaken, he realized that Moscow could not give in. After all, for a person who has been playing politics for a lifetime, such an evaluation of the political center has been enough to make him pay attention to it.

"It seems that you have focused on the Southern Theater Command." Stalin didn't say what he was thinking and asked directly: "Then let's talk about the Southern Theater Command you value the most, and see if it's worth it for us to take Moscow."

Zhukov nodded and walked to the Stalingrad area far below Moscow, continuing: "In fact, I have always been worried that the German army would concentrate its forces and kick off the Caucasus War first. Now it seems that Germany is more comprehensive than us. They have been deploying the Caucasus War. As early as around 1927, they were laying the foundation for the Caucasus War."

"In 1927? At that time, we were still in friendly relations with the Germans." A general frowned and said, "At that time they were considering attacking the Caucasus?"

"Although it's not entirely, it's absolutely certain that they are preparing for something." Zhukov walked back to his position, took out a piece of intelligence, and spread it on the table and said: "I investigated some of our records and reports, and got the exact figures in this regard: the Germans used the excuse of aiding construction to map the terrain of the entire southern theater. The roads and railways were built according to German standards. They even redesigned the railway bridge and some airports, exceeding our construction needs at that time. Now these places are high-end airports for taking off and landing large bombers. It can be said that we contributed our efforts to help them build a large number of military facilities."

"With these infrastructures and a large number of factory equipment, the German army was able to choose the oil transportation line from Kiev to Donetsk and Stalingrad at the fastest speed, and enter our most important strategic location, the Caucasus region." Zhukov once again walked to the map and pointed to the southern theater on the map with a teaching stick and said: "There is convenient transportation, with railways and good bridges, and even tank factory maintenance workshops every other distance. These are the industrial projects they assisted in our construction."

"My God, they have calculated every step. Even when they themselves have no tanks, they have reserved repair factories for their own armored troops on our territory?" A general looked at Zhukov in disbelief and questioned in an incredible tone.
Chapter completed!