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After all, Moscow is no longer a safe place. On the entire Soviet-German front, the fragile defense and scarce troops here make people feel unconfidence. Everyone believes that the German army may capture Moscow within a month. In this environment, any way to leave Moscow is extremely precious, but as the German army gets closer and closer to Moscow, there are fewer and fewer ways to leave the city.

The road was filled with refugees retreating from the city. The citizens with their families looked pale and thin, standing on both sides of the roadbed, watching groups of soldiers carrying rifles and walking numbly towards Moscow with expressionless faces. These soldiers had to rely on their flesh and blood to block the steel torrent of the German Wehrmacht. Everyone knew what their destiny looked like.

These Stalin's troops prevented the collapsed citizens from leaving Moscow. Many people were driven back to Moscow when they encountered a checkpoint, or were directly detained as labor force to help the troops transport supplies and dig trenches. The Soviet Union urgently produced a batch of individual anti-tank guns as the "ultimate weapon" to consume German armored forces in street battles.

The Soviet army in the Moscow direction relied on millions of women and children to strengthen their defense lines. It was a miraculous and in less than 20 days, it built a large number of anti-tank obstacles, built 3ooo temporary machine gun bunkers, and dug various trenches of a full 3o kilometers.

But now the Soviet civilians who have completed such a huge project are asked to live and die with their positions, and they are not allowed to leave Moscow. They are full of complaints but useless. Sporadic troops from all directions are blocked on the road. If someone leaves secretly, they will be shot and shot on the spot once they appear. ╞The book┟┞┡.(Yikans＜h(u. Iron blood rules this city that is about to become hell, and any attempt to make a living is strangled by harsh discipline.

These civilians curled up in the wilderness had no tents and food, they lost their supply of drinking water and had no full meals for several meals. Because most of them were women and elderly people, these people didn't even have the courage to try to take a detour in the wilderness.

In a checkpoint wrapped in barbed wire, blocking all those passing by here, a Soviet lieutenant frowned and looked at the scene in front of him. The soldiers behind him were holding rifles and pointed at a large group of invisible refugees. These refugees were waving valuable things on the side of the barbed wire, asking the defenders here to let them go.

"Let us go! My man died in Ukraine. Have you not even let go of his children? Please! Be kind! We only have women and children!" A woman waved her coins and gold jewelry in her hand, laying on the barbed wire mesh, allowing the sharp spikes to scratch the skin on her chest. The bloodstains made her chest look whiter, so sickly that it makes people suffocate.

Another old lady was also lying on the barbed wire, begging the soldiers opposite in a desperate voice: "Oh my god, you are as old as my grandson. I don't know where he is now. I want to find him and take him home..."

A little weak voice shouted loudly, "We sent our son to the front line, but we were dragged to dig trenches. Now we have dedicated all those who can be dedicated to the motherland. Do you want us to die with those officials and men? Let us go! Let us go!"

"Silent! Silent! If you shake the wire again, we will shoot!" A young soldier was frightened by the scene in front of him. He held the Mosinnagan rifle in his hand, and he could see his muzzle trembling constantly.╡. A veteran next to him pulled the bolt of the **sand submachine gun in his hand, and the atmosphere became even more tense.

After all, not all soldiers were willing to fire at their own people, not to mention that these people who were leaving were women with no combat effectiveness and children. Seeing these old and thin women holding the children in their arms, these soldiers really wanted to throw away the weapons in their hands and push away the barbed wire fence in front of them.

"Bang!" The commander of the checkpoint was raised, and the Soviet lieutenant fired a shot into the sky. The scene became much quieter. Behind the lieutenant, a group of Soviet sailors wearing sea soul shirts coldly picked up the weapons in their hands.

Two soldiers kneeling on one knee loaded the bullets of the Maxim heavy machine gun and pointed them at the soldiers in front and the unarmed people. Seeing the sailors who were guarding the place killed out of the tent next to the outpost, the ordinary soldiers guarding the door quickly threw away the idea of ​​opening the door and leaving the people, and could only hold weapons and stalemate with the crowd.

"Listen to me! Everyone listen to me! Comrade Stalin issued an order! Everyone who left Moscow regardless of the order will be hanged for treason! So don't force me to order the shooting! Go back! Go back!" The lieutenant held up his pistol and loudly comforted the fugitives on the opposite side, but it seemed that there was no effect.

Although the crowd finally calmed down, they did not dissipate, but sat on the road and began to sob in a low voice. However, the atmosphere had been eased, so the black muzzles were also put down, and the scary scene faded little by little.

"Did! Didi!" A German Mercedes-Benz car drove slowly on the road. When the car passed by the crowd sitting on the ground, it had to slow down. The people in the car kept honking the horns and urged the elderly, weak, women and children to move away from the road so that they could pass here as soon as possible.

Not long after, the civilians who were used to giving way moved out of the road, and the car slowly drove to the front of the checkpoint. The lieutenant frowned and hesitantly looked at the car. From the beginning of its appearance, he had been watching behind the barbed wire, and he had been seeing the present.

When the German Yuan Akado was a colonel, he once gave many senior Mercedes-Benz cars to many senior Soviet officials. These cars were not only luxury goods, but also symbols of official status. Stalin really had such a car, but since the beginning of the Soviet-German War, he no longer rode in that luxurious German car.

This kind of car is rare nowadays, after all, everyone should pay attention to some identity and influence. But there is no doubt that this kind of car is definitely a good thing in the Soviet Union, and it is one of the best reliable cars. I believe that those who drive choose to drive such a car were also considering the durable and reliable German cars.

The lieutenant watched the car parked in front of the barbed wire, and the beautiful water-drop-shaped front light almost stuck to the barbed wire. The black body shone in the sun. Listening to the regular and powerful gasping sound of the engine, you know that this is definitely a good car.

"Sir! Please show your ID to explain your purpose here!" If you admire the car, you must not delay the performance of official duties. You don't know who is sitting in the car. Everything must be done according to the rules.

"Hello, lieutenant." In the crowded crowd, the door of the car's driver's seat was pushed open from the inside. A middle-aged man in a captain's uniform jumped out of the car and handed a black pass to the commander of the checkpoint through the barbed wire: "The person sitting in the car is the general manager of the General Administration of the Soviet Industrial Production Wartime Dispatch, and his family, who were consigned by Comrade Stalin to Chelyabinsk to urge the production of the tank."

Those who can leave Moscow legitimately are undoubtedly Stalin's confidants. At this time, they were consented to leave to all parts of the country to raise strength for the Moscow defense war. As for whether these people will work as hard as Stalin thought after they arrived in those places, no one knows.

In short, looking at the current situation, the military and political officials who left the past few days seemed to have limited results. However, this was not something that a small lieutenant needed to worry about, so he handed over the black pass, stood attentively and asked his soldiers to open the barbed wire barrier.

As the barbed wire barrier was moved away, the civilians behind the car once again became in chaos. They tried to rush through the barbed wire with the car and leave this terrible ghost place. However, it was obvious that the efforts of these people were futile, because before moving the barbed wire, the experienced guard post soldiers first laid another barbed wire "defense line" behind.

"Why can they leave! There are women and children in the car! Let's go! Let's go!" There are crying everywhere, accompanied by the intimidation of soldiers and scolding. The car engine roared and drove past the checkpoint and towards the second floor of the outer checkpoint in the distance, while the poor poor were taken for granted.

Closed the first barbed wire barrier, and two soldiers quietly lifted the unclothed body lying on the ground. She had just rushed to the side of the car and was shot to death by the captain in the driver's seat. No one felt sorry for her, and even the civilian crowd was not in chaos.

Everyone watched the car leave unimpededly, and there were soldiers standing at the sermon standing at the sight of salutes. A woman in her thirties stared at the soldiers on the checkpoints angrily, cursing hatefully: "Wait! The Germans are not far from here! They are really not far away!"

In May, you can already hear the rumbling sound of German artillery in the suburbs of Moscow. This Soviet capital city finally became a fortress on the Soviet-German frontline.
Chapter completed!