Chapter 157 The Vanishing Ace
Moscow, Kremlin, a meeting is coming to an end.
"Comrade Stalin, based on the lessons learned in Kiev, our old tactical concepts need to be improved. When facing the positional defense of mechanized troops, we should..."
"Okay, okay "Okay, my dear Comrade Kilponos, let's stop here today. We still have a medal ceremony to attend, and we can discuss other matters after dinner." Stalin hurriedly interrupted Kilponos. Sri Lanka's impassioned speech.
As the real number one figure in the entire Soviet Union, Stalin would not have allowed him to disobey him for so long if he had not believed that he owed Kilponos something.
But even so, Stalin's patience had basically reached its limit.
Listen, what is he saying? Every mouthful brings a lesson, every mouthful improves the old tactics.
Is he talking about the Soviet Army?
No! Kilponos was actually talking about himself.
It’s him, Joseph Vissarionovich Stalin!
This is absolutely not allowed!
"Okay, okay, I will report to you later." Kilponos said this in a puzzled manner.
However, Stalin would not give Kilponos another chance to cause trouble for him. He shook the other person's hand and said
"Davari, compared to reporting the situation, I have a more important task for you!"
"Yes! I'm ready!" Kilponos stood at attention, thinking that the other party would let him resume command of the army.
"Come on, Comrade Kirponos, look here." Stalin came to a huge map of Moscow city defense.
“The current situation in Moscow is like this. There are 19, 20, 30, 31 and 43 armies on the western front. The urban defense is 1, 5, 16 and 49 armies. Your old buddy Zhukov is responsible for the overall command. , but there are still about 50,000 people who lack a unified commander. I think you are the best candidate."
"Where is the army?" Kilponos didn't feel that 50,000 people were few. , for him, going to the battlefield again is the most important thing.
"The Moscow Steel Workers Division, the Women's Air Defense Corps, the Transport Corps, as well as the Frunze and Podolsk Military Academy cadets formed a temporary unit, with a total of about 50,000 people. They are missing one A commander with rich experience." The expression on Stalin's face did not change.
Kirponos remained silent. No matter how upright he was, he knew that he had been sidelined by Stalin.
After about a few minutes, Kilponos stood at attention again and saluted, "I will obey your order, Comrade Stalin, and I will start the work as soon as possible. Time is running out, so I will not attend the medal ceremony."
"Go ahead, you are my most trusted comrade." Stalin waved the pipe in his hand with satisfaction.
After Kilponos left, Stalin called a staff officer, "Go find Comrade Beria. I have something to discuss with him."
"This..." Staff Officer He hesitated to speak.
"What's wrong?" Stalin turned around and asked.
"Minister Beria may have encountered some trouble."
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Ministry of Internal Affairs, below the office building, the previous crowd has been dispersed, and all personnel have been informed step by step. Dangerous elements are sneaking in to cause damage, and all the words just broadcast are not allowed to be disseminated.
"Minister, this is the last place. All places have been opened and tested with professional equipment, and nothing has been found." The subordinate reported in a low voice.
Beria stepped on a buckled brick and then kicked it away with a gloomy expression.
He led his guards to dig through the cement downstairs, but could not find any traces of secret passages or mechanisms.
Without any planned escape route, the guy really disappeared, as if melting into the air. Just one person held himself hostage in full view of the Ministry of Internal Affairs headquarters, turned everything upside down, and then disappeared.
It was like a loud slap in the face.
When he heard the story of 007 before, he always had a joking mood, thinking that the British used propaganda methods to create a super agent in order to boost morale.
Unlike ordinary people, he is an expert in intelligence warfare and knows that the so-called ace agents are not as magical as the legends say. Many of those miraculous achievements are accomplished with the cooperation of a professional team and in a specific environment.
But what happened today was beyond his knowledge. He had no idea how the British ace did it.
What’s even scarier is that since there is no need to figure out how the other party did it, it means that if the other party wants, he can do it again at any time!
After thinking about what the man said, Beria thought for a moment and asked the subordinates on the side, "Where are the two women with him?"
"According to your order, We're in the military camp now." His subordinate replied anxiously.
"Immediately move them to another place, arrange accommodation according to the standards of an officer, and try to meet their needs if they have any." Beria gritted his teeth and said.
Hunters in Siberia all know that if you are not sure about killing the female wolf, it is best not to touch its cubs.
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Kremlin, in the preparation room, Beklev was still fiddling with his beard in front of the mirror. He and Yulia were about to see Comrade Stalin. How much is this? An honor that no one can get in his lifetime.
Even the calm-faced agents next to Guderian can't hide their nervous emotions now.
On the contrary, Yulia looked a little uneasy and looked thoughtful from time to time.
Dang Dang Dang! There was a knock on the door.
Someone came in, and Beklev and Yulia immediately stood at attention.
The person coming is none other than Beria.
"Sit down, sit down. You two are meritorious comrades. You can be free. You are qualified to sit here and talk." Beria said in a completely different tone from the morning.
The two glanced at each other, but neither of them moved.
Beria looked at the two people and then smiled, "Then I won't force you. Speaking of Beklev, I remember that you were sent to Germany in 1937, right?"
"Yes, Comrade Minister, Comrade Abakumov gave me specific lurking orders at that time." Bekelev lowered his head and answered.
"Time flies so fast. Five years have passed in a flash. You haven't worn a military uniform for a long time, haven't you?" Beria said with a step.
“Yes, Comrade Minister!”
"I have asked people to prepare two new military uniforms. You guys have a try." After Beria finished speaking, he waved his hand, and someone brought in the two latest high-ranking officer uniforms on a tray.
"Mr. Minister, this is..." Beklev was obviously surprised, because he was given a uniform with a colonel's collar, which was equivalent to giving him two levels in a row, while Yulia was directly promoted from warrant officer to The rank was given the uniform of a major.
This promotion was too fast, which surprised Beklev.
"You deserve this, put it on." Beria patted the shoulders of the two people, and then seemed to suddenly remember something.
“By the way, can you tell me about that Easterner? The more detailed the better!”
(End of this chapter)