Age of Rebirth

Seeing the surprised expression of Comrade Stalin and the almost murderous eyes of his colleagues, Beria realized that he was a bit arrogant and suspected of causing public anger.high quality update

Beria hurriedly said: "Oh, I'm sorry, Comrade Stalin, comrades, the situation on the European battlefield is not what you imagined. The supply of supplies and "medicine" in the rear is insufficient, and the ability to continue to attack has been lost. Although the British and American coalition forces are in a state of persistence, because they are fighting on the ground and occupying a convenient location, at present, they are holding on to the last line of defense. Break through, and the battle situation has reached a stalemate."

At this point, all the participants in the meeting breathed a sigh of relief. As long as there is no unexpected situation in the direction of Europe, it will be fine.

Marshal Petroshilov, Chief of Staff, was originally a deadly enemy with Beria, and he couldn't understand this guy's style, so he asked dissatisfiedly: "Comrade Beria, then we don't understand, what you just said What does it mean that the German war against the British and American allied forces has come to an end? What is the basis?"

Beria glanced at Marshal Petroshilov disdainfully, but looked at Stalin and said: "Based? Of course, it is the conclusive information of our intelligence agencies. The stalemate in the war on the British Isles is only temporary. The Germans Not maintaining the momentum to continue the offensive is also out of Nai's move, because the Germans need a period of time to replenish their troops, equipment, "medicine" and supplies, and the Germans also need to take a breath." [

"According to the information we have received, Hitler has issued an order to Marshal von Claydermann, the commander of the Third Army Group attacking the British mainland. The Third Army Group must restore the last line of defense against the British and American coalition forces before the end of August this year. In other words, before August of this year, it is impossible for the Germans to draw up a strong force to attack our Soviet Union. However, this is only the judgment of the intelligence department. As for how the German army will act, It is still Comrade Chief of Staff Petroshilov's General Staff, which has the most say!"

Beria is a master of political struggle. He threw the ball to Marshal Petroshilov without compromising. It disgusted him, and it also meant to shrug off responsibility. Our intelligence system only provides information. How to judge the Germans and whether they have other plans is a matter for your general staff. In other words, I, Bailey What Yachai has done has already been done, and the rest is for you soldiers to do.high quality update

Beria is even more cunning. He never mentions the progress of the Soviet intelligence system's information on the establishment of [***] divisions in the East, because he knows that so far, four words can describe "no progress!"

This is indeed the case, whether it is the Cheka, or the Military Intelligence Directorate of the General Staff, the efforts to establish an intelligence network in Outer Mongolia have been smashed time and time again by the counter-espionage agency of the Lishi Division, the Investigation Office, that little-known Shen Jun, the director of the investigation department, became Beria's invisible opponent. Unfortunately, the Soviet intelligence agency knew very little about this opponent.

Except for knowing that the Chinese spy leader is named Shen Jun, he is young, and has the rank of colonel, all the details about this person are blank, but Beria knows that the contest with this Shen Jun has just begun, although Inside and outside the Soviet Union, several espionage cases were cracked, but they were just small shrimps of little value, not enough to deter the Chinese from reaching out to the Soviet Union.

If Beria knew that there was Yu Deshui, the chief of the intelligence department who was more mysterious and calm than Shen Jun, and also his opponent, I don’t know whether Beria would feel honored or sad, but one thing is certain , against the heads of the two major intelligence and governance departments of the reading division, no matter who it is, life will not be easy.high quality update

Facing Beria's words of hiding the needle in the cotton, and finally borrowing his strength, Marshal Petroshilov, the chief of staff, could not refute a word, so he could only swallow hard, and looked at Kurumberia with hatred. glance.

However, Beria still underestimated Stalin's political wisdom. For such small tricks, Stalin was never "confuse" and would not be swayed. He asked straightforwardly: "Comrade Beria, can you Do you want to ensure the accuracy of the intelligence? You know, your intelligence, for the Soviet Union, will affect the fate of our country!"

After finishing speaking, Stalin stared at Beria with a falcon-like gaze.

Beria can retreat, he can play tricks on anyone on any occasion, and show his extraordinary political wisdom, but he dare not play tricks in front of Stalin, at any time, because, in In front of Comrade Stalin, Beria was once again seen through to the deepest feeling in his heart, as if he [***] was standing in front of the leader and was invisible.

It's the same now. Beria was terrified by Stalin, and quickly replied respectfully and seriously: "Comrade Stalin, I can use the party name to guarantee it!"

"Oh!" Stalin breathed a sigh of relief imperceptibly, and then said: "Comrades, today's meeting is over, let's proceed according to the original plan, Comrade Petroshilov, come with me!"

Germany, Berlin, Reichstag, Adolf ?In the corridor in front of Hitler's office, two unusual guests came. One was Hitler's military right-hand man, the chief of the German general staff von ?Marshal Strong, the other one, is the commander of the German Third Army Group Feng?Marshal Clayderman.

Two marshals holding marshal scepters, chests covered with medals, epaulettes and collar flowers complement each other, and they are covered in golden light and look like professional soldiers. Walking on the red carpet in the wide corridor of the Imperial Parliament Building, it is suspected to be an eye-catching scenery. All the officers, whether they are SS officers or ordinary officers, all respectfully gave a Nazi-style military salute, raised their right arms sideways, and shouted "Hi! Hitler!"

The two marshals are obviously not very interested in the admiration and envy of the officers. If there are careful and bold officers, watch carefully, Feng?Marshal Clayderman frowned, his face was unhappy, and his footsteps seemed a little hurried, and Feng?Marshal Strong, is he constantly whispering something?

Of course, only two people could hear the voice, and there was no officer who was brave enough to come over and eavesdrop, Feng?Marshal Clayderman was indeed very angry, and he was furious.

He commanded more than 100 million third army groups, and the brave German soldiers fought more than 150 million British and American coalition forces in the British Isles. In as little time as possible, all of the British mainland could be occupied, and when the great achievements of the ancients were made, an order from the General Staff Headquarters said, "According to the order of the head of state, the third army group will immediately stop attacking the defense line of the British and American coalition forces and switch to the battlefield to rest. When to resume the attack, wait for the order of the head of state, and at the same time, the commander of the army group, Marshal von Kleidermann, immediately rushed back to Berlin to report on his duties."

Well, the almost one-sided war just stopped for no apparent reason. It only takes one all-out attack to drive the more than 100 million British and American coalition forces that have lost their capital London, demoralized and retreated into the Atlantic Ocean. , Feng who completely occupied the British mainland?Marshal Clayderman, full of anger and unhappy face, boarded the plane angrily and returned to Berlin.

As soon as the plane landed at Berlin Airport, Feng?Marshal Clayderman didn't even catch his breath, so he drove to the General Staff Headquarters to find his old friend Chief of General Staff Feng?Marshal Strong made a theory, and he wanted to ask this high-ranking chief of staff, "Is this shitty order really an order from His Excellency the Head of State?" [

If it's not, it's someone from the General Staff who falsely preached the imperial decree with ulterior motives, then I'm sorry, Feng?Marshal Clayderman is not only preparing for his old friend for many years, Feng?Marshal Strong will take the lawsuit directly to the head of state if he is tearing up his face What's more, in the German [***] team, Feng who has always been known for his toughness and bravery?Marshal Clayderman.

Out of Feng?Marshal Clayderman's expectation, Chief of Staff Feng?Marshal Strong, who seemed to have expected that he would come to ask questions, had long been waiting in front of the towering and tall office building of the General Staff Headquarters, and he didn't even have an adjutant with him.

Looking at Feng?Marshal Clayderman took steady steps, stepped up the steps step by step, and walked onto the smooth marble platform. Only those who are familiar with him can see the anger in his heart from his steady steps. Feng?Marshal Strong was of course one of them, so he stepped forward a few steps away and greeted him affectionately, "My dear old friend, welcome back from the front line, that damn big London The foggy weather doesn't make you miss the clear sky in your hometown!"

Compared to Feng?Marshal Strong's affection, von ?Marshal Clayderman seemed very indifferent. He neither stepped forward to hold the hand he extended, nor responded. Only when old friends meet, can they greet each other with that kind of affectionate greeting. Instead, they settled down in the army According to the rules, he stood at attention, saluted, and said in his mouth: "Your Excellency, the Chief of the General Staff, von Clayderman, the commander of the Third Army Group, was ordered to return to the General Staff from the British front to report on his duties. What instructions do you have?"

After finishing speaking, sharp eyes shot out from his light blue eyes, and he looked directly at his old friend, with a stubborn and blunt tone, with an undisguised indifference and distance. A smell of gunpowder!

((To be continued.)

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