Chapter 394 The Fall of Moscow (1)
At the end of June 1953, two sentries were patrolling on an inaccessible cliff on the seaside of Leningrad.
The recruit with glasses tightened his collar, and his standard summer clothes were blown away by the sea breeze blowing from the north, leaving his body feeling empty.
The recruit took off his glasses, which were like the bottom of a beer bottle, rubbed the lenses with the corners of his clothes, and then complained, "Davari, it's already summer, why is it so cold here?"
"Hey, Leningrad is not a place for retirement like Sochi. I suggest you change a pair of socks at least once every two days, otherwise your feet will definitely rot in a short time." The veteran agreed casually, and then took out the satchel from his waist. He rolled a cigarette with his hand, lit it himself and then handed another cigarette to his new comrade.
"Cough cough cough!!!!" The recruit couldn't stop coughing due to the rough tobacco leaves, and the veteran burst into laughter looking at the other man's embarrassed appearance.
"Davari, are you from a big city? Were you a decent person before?" the veteran asked, taking out a kettle and giving the other party a sip.
"How did you figure it out?" The recruit's face was a little uneasy after his background was revealed.
"Your hands are very white and your skin is slender. You should have rarely done heavy work before."
"But you have good physical strength and great strength. A country boy who only eats potatoes will not grow up like you."
"Your teeth are also very clean. It looks like you can brush them at least once a day."
"And..." the veteran whispered in the young man's ear, "I saw those foreign language books in your drawer..."
The look on the recruit's face suddenly turned frightened. "Davari, those books are just for me to learn foreign languages... I used to work as an engineer in a factory in Germany, and I bought the books at that time."
"Don't worry, I'm not from the Ministry of Internal Affairs and I won't betray you." The veteran patted the young man on the shoulder. "However, the recent situation is indeed quite tense. Hey, a former comrade who is a traitor today may not be able to predict tomorrow's broadcast. What else could I say?”
"Just hide those books and don't let the political commissar see them." The veteran solemnly told the young man.
"Davari, I'm really grateful!" Seeing the veteran's righteousness, the young man who had been persecuted seemed very emotional.
"Actually, country people like me know that intellectuals like you are what the motherland needs most. Fight today, review tomorrow, and let good engineers come to blow the sea breeze. This world is really..."
The veteran shook his head, threw half of the sparkling tobacco into the sea aside, and then touched his belt, "You keep an eye on it for me, and I'll go take care of it."
The new recruits were watching by the roadside, while the veterans ran to hide in the rocks for convenience.
"Ah!!!"
A shout came, and then the veteran shouted nervously, "Sergey, come on! Put your gun! There's a situation here!"
On the seaside, in a pond surrounded by rocks, a "corpse" lay face down in it, and its hands and feet were soaked and turned white.
The two people jumped into the pool and helped each other up. They found that the man's blood-stained chest was still rising and falling slightly.
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Moscow.
An internal meeting of the Central Presidium is being held.
What's interesting is that the person he is talking about is not the nominal number one Malenkov, but Khrushchev, who has been in the limelight recently.
"We have just solved an internal cancer, but the problem still exists, and the enemies hidden in the dark are still peeking at us..."
The comrade secretary, who was a political worker, was consuming saliva on the rostrum. Just as he was waving his fists excitedly, his secretary at the door was gesturing anxiously.
That means it is extremely urgent and needs to be reported immediately. So Khrushchev could only hastily end his carefully prepared speech, and then adjourned the meeting for ten minutes.
Throughout the whole process, he did not ask Malenkov for his opinion.
"Comrade First Secretary, I have an important situation to report to you." The secretary was very thoughtful. He used the word "First Secretary" when choosing the title. Although there are several people who can deserve this title, the secretary knew very well. What does your boss want to hear?
"What happened? You are so panicked." Khrushchev said unhappily.
"We rescued a mid-level officer from the Ministry of Internal Affairs in Leningrad. He claimed to have seen something left by Beria..."
"What?!" Khrushchev suddenly stood up from his seat. "Is the news reliable?"
"It's not completely confirmed yet. He was only awake for half an hour from beginning to end."
"Prepare the car, let's go there now!"
An hour later, Kremlin Hospital.
This hospital, which is only open to ministers and above, made an exception and received a school-level officer, who was personally sent by the recently re-appointed Minister of the Interior Kruglov.
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At this time, Kruglov, who had fully moved towards Khrushchev, was reporting on his work.
"Comrade First Secretary, we found him at the beach. He was shot twice in the chest. He was dying at the time. He fainted after just saying a word."
"Three days ago, he woke up briefly and explained how he was captured, and then fell into coma again."
"Captured?" Beria glanced at the patient in the intensive care unit.
"Yes, according to him, he was captured by Beria's remnants and met their leader. These remnants seem to be planning to use extreme measures to avenge Beria - detonating a tactical nuclear bomb in Moscow."
"Nuclear bomb?! This is ridiculous. Every tactical nuclear weapon is recorded. How can these henchmen master it?!" Khrushchev immediately expressed his doubts.
"Yes, this is normal. But as you know, Beria was involved in the development of nuclear weapons throughout the entire process. Many things were reported to Comrade Stalin alone during the process. It is not impossible to hide something."
"Well..." Khrushchev pondered for a moment and then asked Kruglov, "Can you believe what he said? Could it be a trap?"
"It's not like that." Kruglov shook his head. "I asked the doctor. Of the two shots he was hit, one of them should have been fatal, but it was very lucky that it escaped from between the heart muscles. The gap passed through.”
"In the words of doctors, if he wanted to deliberately cause such a serious injury and not die, the gunman would not be able to do it unless he had a pair of X-ray eyes. Therefore, it is obvious that the other party wants his life."
"I see, then..." Khrushchev was about to continue asking questions when the patient on the bed suddenly had a weak reaction.
Nurses and doctors rushed into the room and began checking on the patient's condition.
As if he felt someone beside him, the man's lips moved with difficulty and he made an almost inaudible sound.
"Quick, hurry up and save Comrade ***, there are traitors in Moscow..."
(End of chapter)