My own war game

Chapter 402: The Fall of Moscow (End)
At the Volzhsky Metallurgical Plant, Chief of Security Leonid Ilyich Bolkin is personally checking food safety in the kitchen.

"Hello comrade, what's the dish today?"

"Comrade Colonel, the conditions here are limited. We have only prepared borscht, smoked fish and sweet corn porridge today." The fat chef replied, rubbing his hands, fearing that the other party would be dissatisfied.

He never imagined that the big shot whom he could only hear on the radio before would now eat the food he cooked.

"It's okay, it's ready. Comrade Khrushchev likes corn porridge." Bolkin personally poured the food cooked in the big pot into bowls and tasted a little of each with a spoon.

"You've worked hard, comrade!"

"No, no, nothing, nothing at all... I mean, thank you for your hard work, comrade."

Bolkin picked up the plate and walked towards a room. When he entered the room, he found that Khrushchev, who was wearing an ordinary coat, had already gotten up and was looking out the window alone, as if thinking about something.

"Comrade Khrushchev, please take care of yourself. The soldiers here are trustworthy and we will always follow you." Bolkin leaned over and whispered in Khrushchev's ear, like an exhortation or a promise.

"Bolkin, I just had a dream..." Khrushchev murmured.

"What? What did you say?" Bolkin thought he had misheard.

"I said I just had a dream..." Khrushchev repeated it again, then waved his hand to refuse the other party's support.

"Don't worry, I'm in good spirits, it's just that the dream just now was a little too real."

"I dreamed that a new union was established in the Great Soviet Union, and the eight member states were united and bravely confronted the capitalist running dogs led by the United States..."

"I dreamed that Soviet astronauts flew into space and looked down at the earth from the starry sky. The Soviet Union looked down on the world..."

"I dreamed that we had a bumper harvest and every household could eat beef stewed with potatoes..."

"I dreamed that I had a long debate with an American in front of the kitchen. He didn't win, and I didn't lose..."

"I dreamed that millions of red cavalrymen were on the alert, the Soviet Union held a grand exercise, and the whole of Europe was trembling..."

"I dreamed... I dreamed..." At this time Khrushchev rubbed his temples.

"And then?" Bolkin asked softly.

"I don't remember." Khrushchev spread his hands. "My memory of the later period became increasingly vague. I can no longer recall it."

Then Khrushchev clapped his hands and became excited. "So you don't have to worry about me. I will continue to fight and fight against those revisionists with ulterior motives!"

"Don't worry, Polkin, I'll pull myself together and have a good meal!"

After saying this, Khrushchev picked up the spoon on the table and began to taste the corn porridge in big mouthfuls. He seemed to have regained his energy.

Taking advantage of this time, Bolkin began to report on his work. "I have already contacted Tito. The other party responded very positively. They can accept us in Belgrade, but in order to avoid overly stimulating Moscow, we can only enter quietly. They will meet us at the border."

"Well, very good, Comrade Bolkin, you have done a great job. Let us see together later...what is that?!" Khrushchev suddenly pointed to the clouds in the sky and asked with a look of surprise on his face.

Bolkin looked back suddenly and saw a black dot in the sky outside the window flying towards him at high speed.

Birds? No, birds can't fly that high.

Fighter jet? No, fighter jets aren't that fast.

That is……

While I was still thinking, something in the sky began to fall with a jet of flame!
“Comrade Khrushchev! Get down!” Boom!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A huge explosion sounded in all directions, engulfing several buildings at the front of the factory. Rubble collapsed and billowing smoke and dust rose up.

"Guard! Guard! There are attackers, protect Comrade Khrushchev!" An officer waved his pistol and shouted orders, and the soldiers behind him picked up their weapons and rushed towards the bunker that had not yet collapsed.

Bah! !

A man who looked like a commander fell down, and someone behind him was about to take over the command.

Bah! !

Another person falls, and anyone who gives orders will be named first.

Boom! Boom! Boom! !

Continuous and accurate shooting turned the intersection leading to the fortifications into a dead line. Tanya pulled the bolt of the gun from a distance and tightened the toy rabbit in her hand.

"Retreat inside! Retreat inside! Organize a second line of defense!" The soldiers on duty began to retreat to the factory area, preparing to reorganize the defense.

"Don't waver! The walls here are very thick and the sniper rifle can't reach them!" Someone shouted loudly to boost morale, but as soon as the words fell, a rumbling sound came from the opposite side.

Amid the smoke and dust, more than a dozen tanks formed a "V" formation and rushed into the factory at full speed, but the V shape was a little out of shape - because all the tanks were of different models.

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Crusader, Centurion, Panther, T34, Sherman, and even two early Matildas following behind.

What the hell is going on?

Everything in front of me doesn't look so real, but the bullets fired by the heavy machine guns on the tanks are real.

Puff, puff, puff!!! ...
Boom!Boom!
The fierce firepower directly suppressed the guards who only had light weapons into the corner. Then, with a few muffled sounds, more than a dozen cans emitting white smoke were thrown into the house by the launcher.

Cough cough cough!!! Cough cough cough!!!
Violent coughing sounds came one after another. Dozens of soldiers wearing gas masks and holding rifles rushed in from outside. Soon, the semi-conscious Khrushchev was carried out.

On the high slope in the distance, observers holding telescopes were stunned.

"How many of your men can defend against such an attack?" someone asked his companions.

"I refuse to answer this question until I figure out what's falling from the sky." The comrades around him didn't give him any face and looked serious.

In less than fifteen minutes, the entire battle was almost over. Red Mercury's soldiers dealt with Khrushchev's guards as easily as cutting melons and vegetables, while the observers in the distance kept recording everything they saw today in their notebooks.

On a distant hill, Bolkin poked his head out from the bushes. His intuition from years of experience on the battlefield once again helped him. The moment the gas bomb was thrown into the house, he chose to evacuate with the help of the smoke.

Only by staying alive can he have a chance to turn the situation around. He must withdraw first and then find a way to rescue that adult.

Although he wanted to hide his whereabouts, things went against his will and he met someone unexpectedly.

A girl holding a toy rabbit was looking at him curiously.

Bolkin was not a merciful person, so in order to avoid making any noise he drew the dagger from his waist.

"Sorry, it's just that you're unlucky." Bolkin raised the blade in his hand and rushed forward.

Poof! The sound of the blade piercing into the body, the girl opposite still staring at him.

A tiny short blade stretched out from the toy rabbit and pierced straight into Bolkin's chest.

(End of this chapter)