The car Pavlov was riding by the most prosperous streets of Moscow in the past. There was no street view worth seeing on both sides, only broken walls and ruins were left. Some places simply turned into rubble. There were no pedestrians on the street. There were not even a few Red Army officers and soldiers defending the city. They probably hid in the air-raid shelters all over Moscow City? Without these air-raid shelters, the three nuclear bombs dropped by the Germans could kill at least 1 million people! Now, the number of casualties reported by the Moscow Front and the Moscow Municipal Party Committee is only more than 500,000, and they are mainly civilians. The Red Army and Party members and cadres have been well preserved. This is the spark of future revolution!

As for property losses, it doesn't matter. In fact, there is no need for the Germans to throw expensive nuclear bombs. The Soviet people are ready to destroy their capital, because the upper class of the Soviet GCD already knows the full content of the Berlin Peace Association, and knows that after the war, the Russian nation will be forced to leave the land of their ancestors and live in distant Africa, South Asia and the small island of Timor-Leste, close to Australia. All wealth on Moscow City and now the Soviet land will become the enemy's trophy, so it's better to destroy it as soon as possible.

The air was filled with a scent of gunpowder, which was floating from the battlefields on the east, south and west of the city. The Chinese and German teams were still attacking fiercely, and the Red Army's desperate resistance did not stop. Perhaps because the encirclement was getting tighter and tighter, it was inevitable that there would be accidental injuries if nuclear bombs were used. Therefore, the Chinese and German armies have now started a traditional siege battle, mobilizing tens of thousands of cannons to bomb day and night, and dispatched planes to drop hundreds or thousands of tons of bombs onto the Soviet positions.

However, for such an attack, the Red Army was quite happy. After all, in this positional warfare mode, if you want to seize a trench, you must use thousands of infantry to launch a charge with the support of tanks and cannons, and a considerable number of them will inevitably be killed by the Red Army's artillery shells and bullets. Moreover, as the encirclement of Moscow narrowed, the Red Army's defense line became closer and closer, and the positions became stronger and stronger. The communication problems that originally plagued the Red Army were partially solved due to the shrinking of the front line - that is, the communication soldiers could run less and run less.

The car passed through the city center and headed towards the Lenin International Convention Center on the Moscow River. The headquarters of the Moscow Front is located in the bunker below the Lenin International Convention Center. The international conference center started construction in 1930. It was completed in 1932 to present a tribute to the 15th anniversary of the October Revolution. It is also planned to convene the world's highest Soviet conference after the victory of the world's revolution. However, the building of the conference center has been destroyed by a nuclear bomb, and only the deep underground bunker still exists. This bunker is also the largest of all bunkers in Moscow. It is based on the three-story basement of the original Lenin International Convention Center and can accommodate tens of thousands of people. The original plan was prepared for Trotsky. However, in the end, Trotsky still chose the Kremlin bunker as his burial place, so it belongs to Yakir and Ubolevich.

Pavlov's car drove directly into the bunker from an entrance that was accessible to cars. When the car stopped, he suddenly heard a burst of music. It was not the passionate international song, but someone was playing a waltz!

"What's going on? Who is listening to music?" Pavlov asked a lieutenant of the Red Army who came to open the door for him.

"Report to the General General, Commander Yakiel was holding a birthday party."

"Birthday party?!" Pavlov was stunned and thought about it carefully. It seemed that Yakiel's birthday was August 15th, which is today.

"It's time. I'm still in the mood to celebrate my birthday!" Pavlov muttered and walked straight into the passage leading to the third floor of the underground. In the restaurant of the bunker, Pavlov met Yakiel, who was holding a birthday party. The Red Army general was drunk and was dancing there with a blond girl in his arms.

"Comrade Pavlov, welcome you to the dance! Hahaha... Let me introduce you to you. Is this Comrade Kalashnikova, my secretary, very beautiful?"

The music at the scene had stopped. Several officers who were not drunk had let go of their dance partners. Looking at Pavlov who suddenly arrived, everyone showed embarrassment on their faces, and several officers wanted to leave quietly. Pavlov glanced at everyone and said sternly: "What are you doing here? Are you not working? This is the Moscow Front Command, not a dance hall brothel!"

Most officers lowered their heads in shame, but Yakir had an indifferent expression, hiccupped, and smiled: "Comrade Pavlov, this is not my headquarters, but my grave! It is the grave of all of us!" He staggered to Pavlov, hugged each other's shoulders, and yelled, "Now is the time to have fun in time, and you will not lose money if you die like this, don't you think?"

His shouting was not yet gone, and the officers, female secretary and nurses dancing with them were already scattered like birds and beasts under Pavlov's cold gaze, and no one dared to stay in the restaurant. A wry smile slid across Pavlov's mouth. Yakiel's drunken words were also true. It was a grave, Trotsky's tomb, and he could escape with him just right, but Yakiel and his friends could only be buried with Trotsky here. But what can they do after they arrived in the north? It was just a vast tomb. Although the north of Russia is very wide, the climate is really not suitable for human survival. If there is no food and food import from the south, how long can hundreds of thousands or millions survive?

"Comrade Yakiel," Pavlov helped Yakiel to the chair beside him, poured him a little cold water sobered up. Seeing that the other party had drunk the water, he frowned, and then he breathed, "How is the situation on the front line?"

"The situation on the front line is not very good. The Chinese and Germans dispatched tanks for several days, and the planes covered infantry attacks. There were emergency everywhere on the southern, western and eastern lines, and the troops were also seriously injured and injured. Fortunately, we were large enough, so we could maintain it for a while."

"How long can I stay?"

Yakiel shook his head lightly: "I don't know, the key depends on morale. You know, this is how our Russian team is. No one is afraid of when the morale is high, and that's not a certainty until winter. If morale is low, it will collapse without fighting, just like in 1917..."

Pavlov nodded. He knew that the other party was talking about the truth. Now the troops were filled with despair and pessimism. If GCD was overthrown, Russia could be saved. Even if most of the territory was cut off, there would be a mutiny. However, the entire Russian nation has been forced to the Jedi by China and Germany, so the Moscow Front can continue to persevere. He lowered his voice and said, "Comrade Trotsky wants me to convey a message to you. Once the enemy hits within 3 kilometers of the Kremlin bunker, Comrade Trotsky must immediately inform Comrade Trotsky of the enemy."

"Okay, I know..." Yakiel suddenly froze as he spoke. He looked at Pavlov and said, "Comrade Pavlov, Comrade Trotsky wants..."

"Maybe he is going to commit suicide!" Pavlov said painfully: "He is unwilling to leave Moscow, and it seems that he is determined to become a martyr."

Yakiel was silent for a while and sighed: "This is probably the best way out." He smiled bitterly and shrugged: "Or what else can it be? Will the struggle against imperialism in the court?"

"There will be no court trial." Pavlov said: "Britain, the United Kingdom and the United States want to set up a war criminal court, but neither China nor Germany dares to be interested... They are the real war criminals themselves, so how can they have the face to interrogate others?"

Pavlov paused for a moment and continued, "Trotsky also asked me and Comrade Vates to preside over the Northern Front... If you have the opportunity to break through, go north of Moscow, where our troops are still there."

Yakiel nodded without saying anything, Pavlov said again: "If there is no such opportunity, don't fall into the hands of the Germans. There is news that all the GCD people who fall into their hands have been killed!"

The meaning of this sentence is probably to ask Yakiel to surrender to the Chinese. This is a way to save his life. Maybe he can get a job in Huang Russia. Yakiel took another sip of cold water to make his mind clearer, and sighed: "It seems that this is the only way. Comrade Pavlov, when will you leave? Take a plane or break through?"

"Go by plane, leave tonight and head straight to Scott Rome."

"Okay, I'll go to the airport to see you off." Yakir stood up, shook hands with Pavlov, and prepared to send the other party away. At this time, he saw an officer running in hurriedly. He saluted Yakir and reported loudly: "Comrade Commander, something happened, something big happened! Comrade Yegorov, commander-in-chief of the Western Front, reported that the German team had broken through the defense line between Songtiewo and Bakovka, and their armored troops had already broken through to the vicinity of Moscow University!"

"What!" Yakir and Pavlov shouted at the same time: "How is it possible? Why did you break through to Moscow University so quickly?"

Pavlov asked: "Who is defending Songtiewo and Bakovka?"
Chapter completed!