My own war game

Chapter 395: The Fall of Moscow (Part )
The man leaned on the hospital bed, his face was pale, and the sound of his voice sounded like it was coming from a broken bellows burning.

"They, there were seven or eight of them, with guns, some rockets and explosives."

"The leader was an Asian man. The other one I knew was Beria's assistant Yulia. Ahem. They also tortured me..."

At this point, Khrushchev, who was standing by, looked at his assistant, who nodded and said, "Yes, the torture took place in the lower body, a very standard method of the Ministry of Internal Affairs."

"Huh~ They drove an armored vehicle out from a hidden base. I heard these people are planning to attack Moscow with nuclear weapons..."

"Then the Asian man saw me and shot me twice in the chest. I felt someone dragging me out, and when I woke up I was already at the beach."

"Cough cough cough cough..."

A violent cough interrupted the man's words again.

"Who is the traitor you are talking about? Beria's assistant Yulia?" Khrushchev asked.

"No, it's not her. That woman is just a front-end character. From what they said, it seems that there are high-level people behind them who are involved in this attack. However, they didn't mention the specific name, and always used "First Comrade" instead."

"First comrade?" Khrushchev frowned. Among those who had the opportunity to compete with him, each of them was in charge of a certain area. For example, Malenkov was nominally the first secretary of the Central Committee, Molotov was the head of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and Bulganin was the number one in the Ministry of Defense.

They can almost be called the first comrades in their respective fields.

Khrushchev had a terrible hypothesis:

If Moscow is attacked by nuclear weapons, most of the Kremlin's top officials will be involved. The entire Soviet Union will fall into turmoil, and there will be a power vacuum among the top officials. If someone with the "qualifications" stands up at this time, he will be 100% pushed to the throne by the already panicked officials at all levels.

What a cruel intention, using such a scheme to destroy the entire family in order to climb up!
Could it be someone around him?
Seeing the secretary begin to ponder, Kruglov thought he was worried about the safety of Moscow, so he spoke on the side.

"Comrade Khrushchev, we still have a chance. The other side doesn't know that their plan has been leaked. We can find the nuclear bomb and stop them."

"Oh?" Khrushchev looked at the new intelligence chief. "Do you have a way to dig them out?"

"Yes!" Kruglov nodded affirmatively. He knew it was time to show his value.

The new spy chief cleared the table and placed an egg on it. "If the other side really has a nuclear weapon, it will be a large one weighing more than two tons. At the same time, for the sake of confidentiality and transportation, the range of storage options is not that sufficient."

"At least near Moscow, we have every chance to find all the suspected locations. If we combine some clues provided by the survivors, this time will be further shortened."

At this point, Kruglov took a deep breath and said, "Comrade Khrushchev, please believe in the ability of the Ministry of Internal Affairs!"

Silence. After three minutes of silence in the room, Khrushchev put his hand on Kruglov's shoulder.

"Comrade Kruglov, I will leave this arduous responsibility to you. The survival of the entire Moscow... no! The entire Soviet Union depends on you."

"Go! The people are watching you!" Khrushchev put more strength in his hands, as if he were carrying a heavy burden.

"Then I'll arrange it right away!" The new Minister of the Interior saluted and prepared to leave.

"Please wait a moment, Comrade Kruglov!" Khrushchev stopped him. "This is a serious matter. I hope you can keep it absolutely confidential during the investigation."

"Of course, Comrade Secretary, this is necessary."

"No, you haven't fully understood yet, Comrade Kruglov." Khrushchev shook his head. "What I mean is that we don't know where the enemy is hiding now, so even the comrades in the Central Committee should not tell them about the reconnaissance for the time being. Do you understand?"

Khrushchev spoke the last few words almost word by word, staring into the other person's eyes.

Kruglov thought for a moment, then nodded slowly, "Yes, I understand."

In early July 1953, less than half a month after Beria was secretly executed, the newly reorganized Ministry of Internal Affairs became agitated again. Hundreds of senior agents in Moscow alone became very active, and nearly a thousand low-level field agents were urgently transferred to the capital. Such a big move could not have gone unnoticed.

Almost all of the dozen or so senior figures in the Kremlin smelled something unusual, but strangely, even when Malenkov asked in person, the Ministry of Internal Affairs still replied, "It's a normal personnel transfer, and there is no major action to be taken."

The smell of conspiracy began to waft through Moscow.

The competition for the top throne is still going on. They just defeated a powerful opponent half a month ago. Who can guarantee that this will not be the hot spot for another purge?
No one knew that the entire Kremlin was in a state of panic, and every senior official was wondering whether someone was going to take action against him.

The instigator, Khrushchev, was more or less regretful at this time. It seemed that he had pushed everyone to the opposite side of himself because of a groundless thing.

In this atmosphere, the phone on Khrushchev's desk rang.

"Comrade Khrushchev! Found it! We found the nuclear bomb!" Kruglov's voice, deliberately suppressing his excitement, came over the phone.

"What?! We really found it!"

30 kilometers outside Moscow, there is an abandoned tractor factory. There are still charred marks on the ground and bullet holes are irregularly distributed on the surrounding walls.

The body on the ground had been dragged away, and there were bloodstains around that had not been cleaned up in time.

"When we found them, the people here were preparing to move things away, and someone opened fire when they rushed through the door. The person guarding here was killed, and the news has not yet spread." Kruglov personally introduced in front.

"Have you found the thing?" Khrushchev went straight to the point.

"Found it, here!" Kruglov waved his hand, and an agent opened a large iron door.

A round thing quietly appeared in front of everyone.

Khrushchev subconsciously took a step back.

"Experts have verified that this is a tactical-grade nuclear weapon with an equivalent slightly lower than the Kokura nuclear explosion. If detonated, it will probably flatten the surrounding area within a five-kilometer radius in an instant, and the radiation range can reach thirty kilometers." Kruglov whispered beside him.

Khrushchev's face looked ugly - it turned out that it was not just hearsay, someone really wanted to wipe out the entire top leadership including him at once.

who can that be?

Malenkov? Molotov? Someone other than Bulganin?

No matter who it is, he must organize a counterattack as soon as possible and use the most drastic means!

"Comrade Kruglov, are you sure that no one knows the news here?" Khrushchev turned around and asked in the most serious tone.

"Yes, I'm sure the news didn't get out."

"Very good, take your people and come back to Moscow with me immediately!"

When Khrushchev walked into the Kremlin again, Minister of Foreign Trade and Deputy Chairman of the Council of Ministers Mikoyan was preparing to leave with his guards.

"Comrade Mikoyan, where are you going?" Khrushchev asked casually.

"Kiev, I'm going to Kiev to investigate the grain trade. I'll be away for about a week." Mikoyan, who has never had any ambitions, said casually.

Khrushchev's eyes suddenly swept over like a vulture.

(End of this chapter)