My Third Empire

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"Marshal! The steamboat has been arranged, and the **** of the two gunboats is foolproof. We sailed slowly across the sea at night, and the German air force cannot stop it. As long as we reach the other side, it will be safe." Voroshilov A confidant in the office reported to him in preparation for the retreat in the office.

He must not be anxious, because he is Voroshilov's confidant, so he can run along with Voroshilov himself. It can be said that Voroshilov has always been on the way out, which is his retreat. So when he arrived in Kerch, he detained several ships at the pier in accordance with the order of the marshal, and only waited for this time.

The current situation is still good for Voroshilov, because after all, the Germans mobilized almost all the heavy artillery in order to attack Sevastopol, and the large-caliber railway artillery is also on the west side. It is still necessary to transport it to the east. Time, so although the position of the Soviet army is now very squeezed, but there is no danger of collapse in a short time.

"Come and help, throw these documents into the brazier, these things can't be taken away, so I have to stay here." Of course Voroshilov knows what can be taken, what can't be taken, for example He and Khrushchev issued orders to take troops to the south to flee into the Crimean peninsula, which is the evidence to be destroyed.

Of course, there are various orders, both of which are arrest warrants and execution orders signed by the two of them in order to squash the army and eradicate those commanders who did not obey the orders. These orders must be destroyed as soon as possible. After all, these kinds of things are not glorious things. It is good for the living to destroy them.

Without hesitation, he walked directly to Voroshilov, picked up the documents on the desk, and threw them into the brazier one by one. Because there were so many papers, the flames in the brazier jumped very high all at once. The beating flames reflected the twisted faces of the two people. There was a strange atmosphere in the whole office.

One document after another was recorded into the brazier, and eventually turned into burnt black traces, stacked on more burnt black carbides inside. The two did not speak, but just mechanically threw the documents in their hands and watched them burn.

"Comrade Marshal! Comrade Marshal! The German radio is distributing news." An officer rushed into the office without knocking on the door, looking at the scene in front of him, and suddenly lost his mind. Under normal circumstances, only when a tragedy is at an end, will the record document be burned, so the scene in front of him makes him feel uneasy and afraid.

"What, let's talk! There are too many files, we are just doing some necessary processing to avoid burning down when something happens in the future." Marshal Voroshilov said slowly, saying, still While throwing the documents in his hand into the brazier.

"Ah! This is it, Comrade Marshal. The German radio station released a message saying that Comrade Khrushchev, who was in charge of the command in the Sevastopol Fortress, had been killed by them. The remains found today ... "The officer replied softly with his head down.

"..." Hearing this news, Voroshilov's movements stopped, and he never thought that the old friend who followed him along the way, really died in Sevastopo. Yeah. They disposed of Yezhov together, and they also directed Poland's fiasco. Although the two people have many different ideas, they are always partners. Now that Khrushchev is gone, there is a sentimental sadness in Voroshilov's heart.

"Ordered, organized a partial counterattack, let the soldiers of the Marine Corps take the lead, rally ... rally 5000 people, and retake some positions. Even ... even if it was sent to Comrade Khrushchev." Voroshilov was finally sad. Opened an operational command. Revenge for Khrushchev, he thought so.

In the evening of the next day, Voroshilov, who had fallen asleep in the afternoon, couldn't wait to get up from his bed. Three cars were already waiting outside the headquarters. Several guards and the marshal's heart were already Prepared all the words. The marshal is going to temporarily inspect the port's defense situation, and will return to the headquarters during dinner.

A group of people carried a few bags of documents, so they hurried on the three cars waiting at the door, and then under the watch of the soldiers around all the headquarters, they drove toward the pier. There were many soldiers squatting on both sides of the streets of Kerch. These poor big-headed soldiers shuddered with their guns frozen, and watched their officers ascend on the car.

After fighting for a day, there were wounded soldiers on the street. For the revenge of Khrushchev, 2,000 Soviet soldiers had been killed on the battlefield, but no order to stop, the front-line commanders could only Stubbornly continue to discuss how to continue the offensive against the Germans.

At dinner, a front-line officer pushed open the door of Marshal Voroshilov's office. There was a strong burnt smell inside, in addition to a burning brazier, and a map of the war zone hanging on the wall Other than this, it is no different from an ordinary residential house.

"Comrade Marshal? Comrade Marshal? Do you know where Comrade Marshal is going?" The commander from the front line came to beg Voroshilov to cancel the offensive plan, so he asked the soldiers of the headquarters everywhere to find the missing Marshal who has disappeared.

"Comrade Commander! About an hour ago, Comrade Voroshilov and several of his guards said that he was going to the pier, and he hasn't returned yet." An officer in the dispatch room said everything he knew : "They said they would come back for dinner, but it was obviously delayed because of something."

An inexplicable panic flooded the teacher's heart. He hurried back to the car parked at the door, jumped up and ordered to drive, and went straight to the pier. But obviously he was one step late. On the pier, he saw several soldiers killed on the ground and several pier guards who were scolding their mothers.

"What the **** happened?" The division chief frowned and asked the soldier who was swearing there.

The soldier glanced up and down and looked at the commander's dress and rank, and then he hated: "The **** who were officials, said they wanted to go on board to see, and then they drove away. We These people didn't ask for excessive things, so they said they fled together, and they continued to work for the officials. In the end, the group of **** ordered to shoot and killed so many people. "

The fool also knew that Voroshilov ran on his own and betrayed tens of thousands of defenders on the entire Kerch defense. The teacher looked at the undulating sea and didn't know what kind of taste was in his heart. Eventually he turned back helplessly and walked to his car. After all, the offensive can stop because the man who issued the order is now in a boat and ran away.

Yes, he ran away, abandoned the general soldier who fled with him to the Crimean peninsula, and just fled in vain. If it were not for trust, who would have come to such a dead end? But some people, for their own lives, walk so arrogantly.

As the sky gradually darkened, Marshal Voroshilov, with the help of his heart, took a few guards to the beach in the Caucasus on the dark beach. For him, the Longtan Tiger Cave in Kerch is already on the other side of the sea, and he can now be said to be truly and completely safe.

There was some light on the opposite side, which was swayed back and forth by the flashlight. This showed that the people who had responded to Voroshilov and his party had arrived, so the guards around Voroshilov also began to respond to each other with a flashlight. It didn't take long for these Soviet internal force soldiers with submachine guns to come to Voroshilov, whose shoes were soaked and trembling.

"Comrade Marshal Voroshilov?" A headed officer held out his hand and took Voroshilov's officer's ID card, carefully looked at it, and then did not return Voroshilov himself, directly Crammed into his coat pocket.

Some desolate people were surrounded by these internal guards who came to meet them and began to walk deep into the beach. Voroshilov, who has experienced countless winds and waves, looked at the inner guard officer who came to pick him up and asked, "Comrade, may I ask Comrade Zhukov's contact person, why didn't you come?"

"He is in front, waiting for us to pass." The officer smiled, his face all unnatural.

"Who are you? Let Zhukov's people come to see me! I won't go anywhere ..." Voroshilov hadn't finished speaking, and the guards behind him felt something bad, and began to touch his waist. When the pistol was in, the opponent's submachine gun already sounded.

"Suddenly! Suddenly!" The bullets flew everywhere, and Voroshilov's guards immediately fell into the pool of blood. The old marshal hadn't recovered yet, and he had been hit by bullets in dozens of holes in his body. The unlucky confidant dropped his marshal and tried to run back, but he was also hit by a row of bullets.

Lying on the ground, Voroshilov did not close his eyes. He struggled with his blood-filled mouth, and asked the officer vaguely, "What, for ... for ... what ..."

"Comrade Stalin doesn't allow any kind of betrayal, that's why you should be dealt with." The officer replied with empathy: "Marshal Zhukov made a proposal to make you incognito for a lifetime, but the great leader Comrade Stalin still thinks For people like you, it's still more worry-free to deal with them as soon as possible. "

Voroshilov finally lost his life, lying on the beach with empty eyes. On February 21, the Kerch garrison surrendered to the Germans. The Battle of Kerim ended with the victory of the Germans——

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