Chapter 157:
Chapter 157
Those bastards
Theyre insane! Hitler is clearly a madman!
They must be punished more severely!
The pilots who returned from bombing Germany reported their findings to Stavka in no time. The outraged people condemned the Nazi fascists.
They hung war prisoners and civilians on the anti-aircraft guns to protect them from the fighter jets, hoping to induce guilt and a slight increase in armor effect. How could anyone think of such a thing?
What kind of human being could come up with such an idea? I wondered as I pondered what to do next.
The German army led by Model was retreating, but very slowly. As the front line moved back, the supply became relatively easier, and there were no partisans in the places that were not originally Soviet land, making sabotage difficult.
Even if we deployed Spetsnaz, they were less efficient than the partisans who knew the local geography. The local residents were not cooperative either.
The quality of the German army might decline, but their defense line was not powerless.
The Soviet army had to pay a huge sacrifice to advance even 1km. The generals insisted that we should crush the German army at any cost.
But I had to think.
I have to use the nuke?
As the generals said, we could send tens of thousands of Soviet soldiers to Berlin. Many soldiers would die in the fierce urban warfare, but it was possible.
Or we could use the nuke. Even if we had to bear the infamy that would go down in history.
I had many reasons to think until the end between my honor and the lives of tens of thousands of Soviet soldiers. Should I hide it and use it as a secret weapon? Or should I reveal it to the world?
If I wanted to make Germany a satellite state, would it be a wise choice to leave them with a grudge for being hit by the nuke? Or would it be better to intimidate them with the fear of the nuke? When we wanted to reconcile in the future, would the plundering by the Soviet army in Germany work worse? Or would the nuclear bomb be worse?
The war was almost over and it was time to look to the future. I couldnt stop worrying about how to use the ace card of the nuclear bomb to design that future.
Even if I knew the future, the nuclear bomb was only used twice in real history, and only in one country. I couldnt deduce everything from the special relationship between Japan and the United States.
The air force commander Novikov seemed to be hesitating for some reason when he saw my serious expression.
Novikov, whats the matter with you? Dont keep anything from me!
Ah Comrade Leader! That that is
Everyones eyes were on him. What happened in the bombing operation? Novikovs face twisted as if he was about to cry.
Vasily Stalin, no, Zhugashvili was found in Berlin
What? What did you say!
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Vasily Zhugashvili, who took off to defend the city from the German air raid on Pskov in '41, was reported to have been shot down.
Only one plane out of the flight squad that took off with him was able to return, and the survivor said that all the other planes were shot down.
We had treated them as dead soldiers, as no parachutes were given to the penal units. But Vasily, who was shot down, was alive?
The exact facts are unconfirmed! But according to the pilots, Germany propagandaed with placards and loudspeakers that they captured the Leaders son and tied him to the anti-aircraft tower. The details are
Something snapped in my head.
Beria, you order the French Resistance. Molotov, you contact the United States
Yes! Comrade Leader!
And Novikov?
Yes, yes!
The timid Novikov seemed to be terrified by this situation. But I was so angry that I couldnt feel any anger. Borosilov seemed to want to say something, but I didnt care.
You must, you must order all the pilots who take off to kill that Vasily Zhugashvili. Do you understand?
Koba?
Then they would not want to give up Vasily even more.
They would not want to give up their means of stalling for time. It was easy to see. Germany would never agree to negotiate.
They would just stall for time while developing the nuclear weapon.
And to kill him
Do you know what is the most painful way to die for a human?
Yes?
Basilievsky looked at me with a puzzled expression at my sudden question. Beria seemed to have a glint in his eye, but I ignored it.
Burning. Burning.
Tha that is ah!
Have you decided? Comrade Leader?
The clever Basilievsky seemed to have realized quickly. Beria asked me with a sparkle in his eye. I nodded, and Beria let out a small sigh.
Prepare two. One for Berlin, and one for
Huhuhuhu
Leave one as a reserve. In case Germany does not surrender
I laughed softly, but there was one person who seemed a bit sullen at the word reserve. Ah, was he a person?
Anyway, it would be better to let him die quickly and painlessly, than to die painfully in the fire of the nuclear bomb. The Stalin inside me did not disagree.
No, he was rather urging me to drop more nuclear bombs. He understood that his son had to die, but he wanted blood for blood.
Would Berlin be enough? Berlin, Knigsberg, Munich, Frankfurt The names of many German cities flashed through my mind.
Would Hitler listen to Stalins wish? To fight to the end without surrendering?
Lets make it Christmas. Tell the Americans to stop bombing from a few days before.
Yes! Comrade Leader!
Tell the French Resistance to rise up three days before. That should be enough time to secure a meaningful area and get the German troops stationed in Paris to surrender. Remember. The ones who liberate Paris must be the Resistance organizations that obey our orders!
I will remember.
This fall would be a very hot winter for the Germans. If they still did not surrender after tasting the heat, we would decorate the New Years Eve with more heat.
Send a surrender offer to General Model And we will prepare the armored units that can break through the enemy line and advance to Berlin, and beyond.
Yes, Comrade Leader.
When Berlin burned and disappeared, the German army on the front line would be in chaos. Anyone would be, if their capital suddenly became ruins.
What choice would Model make? To fight to the end for the criminal regime that no longer existed? Or to choose for the soldiers? In real history, Model sent his brave soldiers home at the very last moment. He even wrote them discharge papers so they would not be punished as deserters.
And he left a suicide note, blaming himself for fighting for the criminal regime.
The ancient generals drank poison at times like this, right?
That was how his subordinate officer, who wrote a biography of him, remembered Models last words. He chose to shoot himself, unable to bear the thought of living a life of surrender.
I felt sorry for him. For his skills, and for his humane actions during the war.
I will write the surrender offer to General Model myself.
Ah I understand.
They left the room as I waved my hand. The guards too.
Now I was alone in this office. With the Stalin who seemed to be howling inside me.
He roared inside me like a wounded beast.
To finish off those worse than dogs.
