My own war game

Chapter 401: Fall of Moscow (Part )
Click!

Bright light was projected directly onto the screen, slides were opened one after another, and more than a dozen senior executives of Red Mercury gathered in a conference room.

Yulia stood at the front holding a baton.

"The Volga Metal Smelting Plant is the largest heavy industrial production area in the western region. At its peak, it had 5,000 employees. However, it was later abandoned due to resource problems, leaving behind a large number of factory buildings."

"During the Great Patriotic War, the entire factory area was fortified, with bunkers and underground passages everywhere. If a regiment was stationed there, it would be impossible to attack without tens of thousands of people if there were sufficient supplies."

"Khrushchev is in there now, and he has a guard force of about a thousand people supporting him. Recent intelligence suggests that he is looking for an opportunity to leave the Soviet Union."

After saying that, Yulia stepped aside and gave the position to He Chi.

"Mikoyan promised to copy the technical drawings including the MiG-21 to us, but he set the handover location at the Volga Metal Smelter. Do you think this is a coincidence?" He Chi stood in front and looked at the people in front of him.

"Not really." Christine turned a pencil in her hand and looked at the building on the screen and said, "Mikoyan is leading us closer to Khrushchev. This is more like a test."

"Testing? Testing us? Why?" Margaret on the side played the role of the stupid student very well.

"Because He's performance this time was too exaggerated, he was unsure of the power of red mercury, and couldn't grasp a position to communicate with us in the future." Christine continued to explain
"Although it is not stated explicitly, if we let Khrushchev, who is about to escape, escape from under our noses, it will send a signal that the red mercury is just so-so and has no ability to call the shots anywhere."

"If this is the case, Mikoyan will lose his sense of awe. Although he may not regret it, it will definitely be detrimental to our future work."

Finally, the French girl looked at He Chi and said, "So, He, what's your opinion? Should we help the Soviets bring Khrushchev back?"

He Chi didn't think too long before coming to the conclusion, "Catch them! Not only do we have to catch them, but we have to do it cleanly and efficiently. Treat this operation as a large-scale exercise and get all the personnel involved."

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the entire conference room changed. Red Mercury was very complex, including intelligence agents and combatants from more than a dozen countries. The organization was established nearly ten years ago, but there were almost no real large-scale military operations.

This time He Chi plans to pull everyone out, and many people are eager to try.

"OK! Now that we have reached a consensus, let's discuss the details. Mr. Guderian, how many soldiers can you deploy this time?"

The former German commander with thinning hair hesitated for a moment, then said carefully, "He, my soldiers are all armored soldiers. It seems inappropriate to use them as field troops directly."

"Of course, your soldiers are attacking as armored troops. According to intelligence, we found some small gadgets in a nearby museum..."
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In Moscow, the Kremlin, the fierce power struggle has come to an end, and the political heart of the Soviet Union has returned to a superficial calm.

When Kruglov stepped into this place again, it felt like a lifetime ago.

In just two months, he witnessed the end of two Soviet giants. Both Beria, who had become a thing of the past, and Khrushchev, who was about to become a thing of the past, were high-ranking figures that he had to look up to, but now they had both met with a miserable end.

These reminded him once again to be cautious, cautious, and must be cautious.

Even if he is about to become the real leader of the newly formed KGB, he must not get carried away. The fate of the previous few people is a lesson for him.

After accepting the inspection in a proper manner, the head of the secret service walked slowly to a very plain office under the guidance of his secretary. Kruglov personally knocked on the door of Mikoyan's office.

"Comrade Mikoyan, may I come in?" Kruglov's tone was very humble. The spy chief knew his position very well. He had come here halfway and now needed to correct his attitude.

"Please come in, Comrade Kruglov. There's no need for you to be so reserved since there's no one else here." Mikoyan's smile made people feel warm. He personally brought a chair for Kruglov to sit down, without any airs of a first secretary.

Of course, no one would really take this kindness seriously.

"Comrade Kruglov, what's the situation over there?" Mikoyan asked, and personally handed Kruglov a cup of tea.

"I was just about to report to you about..." Kruglov was flattered and stood up in a hurry.

"Please sit down and talk. I am not Comrade Stalin. You don't need to act like this here."

The speaker may not mean it, but the listener may take it seriously. Kruglov knew that the upper echelons had recently been defining the historical status of the previous iron father. Since Mikoyan took the lead in redressing some unjust, false and wrong cases, some people became confused about how to position the merits and demerits of the father.

Although there does not seem to be much disagreement on this issue at present, it is difficult to speculate what Mikoyan is thinking.

"Well, Comrade Kruglov, tell me, what happened to those guys?"

Although it was not stated explicitly, Kruglov knew who "those guys" referred to.

Red mercury!
He replied cautiously, "It's strange. They have been completely silent recently and haven't made any requests to us."

"Didn't they make any requests? They didn't go to the Volga Metallurgical Plant?" At this time, Mikoyan was worried that the other party did not understand what he meant.

"No, they should have gone. The contact was cut off 20 kilometers away from the metallurgical plant. They are high-level agents. If they deliberately wanted to get rid of us, it would be easy."

"What do you think? Comrade Kruglov, I need your opinion."

"It's hard to say. Logically speaking, the Volga Metallurgical Plant can only be attacked by using large-scale heavy weapons, but they don't seem to have the conditions to do so."

Ding-a-ling!!! Ding-a-ling!!!
The phone on the desk suddenly rang urgently. Mikoyan picked up the receiver on the table and put it down again after a few minutes.

"Comrade Kruglov, you must contact Marshal Zhukov immediately and send a team of observers to the vicinity of the Volga Metallurgical Plant. Do not participate or interfere. Just observe quietly from the periphery. Do you understand?"

"Comrade Mikoyan, what do you mean?"

"Well, they're probably going to take action."

A report came over the phone that a serious theft had occurred at the Stalingrad Battle Museum under construction. A batch of tanks originally intended for exhibition were lost. The most worrying thing was that most of the weapons equipped on these equipment had not been removed.

(End of this chapter)