Transmigrated as the Crown Prince

"Comrade Stalin, Comrade Stalin?" he whispered several times. After confirming that Comrade Stalin was asleep, Malenkov quickly reached out and pressed the bell on the wall. Soon Mikhail hurried in with several doctors in white coats.

Seeing the doctors quickly performing various examinations on Comrade Stalin, Mikhail looked anxious on the side. "How is Comrade Stalin's health?"

The leading doctor shook his head. "Comrade Stalin's health is getting weaker and weaker."

"This is nonsense!" Malenkov said angrily. Looking at how haggard Comrade Stalin looked now, everyone could see that his body was getting weaker and weaker. "Then what method can be used to help Comrade Stalin recover as soon as possible?!"

The doctor sighed helplessly. "Comrade Malenkov, if there is any way, can I still hide it? Give me a hundred courages. I wouldn't dare." All they can do is give Comrade Stalin nutrient solution and other medicines. As for letting him He fully recovered. I am afraid that the Virgin Mary would have to descend to earth to have this ability.

Seeing the doctors quickly inserting needles into Comrade Stalin's arms and injecting fluids, Malenkov turned to look at Mikhail. "Comrade Mikhail, have you also noticed that the German shelling has stopped?"

Mikhail nodded slightly. He naturally heard that the shelling had stopped, and knew that the German army would launch a general offensive tomorrow, which meant that there was not much time left for them. Just listen to Malenkov continue. "I think it would be best for Comrade Stalin to spend the rest of the day however he feels comfortable."

"..." Mikhail was silent for a while and agreed to Malenkov's proposal. They discussed with the doctor for a long time, and finally decided to give Comrade Stalin a central nervous system stimulant in the coming days, which would not only eliminate Comrade Stalin's physical pain, but also make him energetic. As for the addiction problem of this drug, I am afraid that Moscow will fall before Comrade Stalin becomes addicted.

Although the German shelling had stopped, many people still had insomnia that night.

The next morning, Minyuk came to the "Underground Kremlin" combat command room early. Soon after, generals at all levels entered the conference room one after another. Everyone's expressions were extremely serious. After all, the final battle would break out today.

Usually the meeting is held on time at seven o'clock, but today Comrade Zhukov was unusually late. When the time came to 7:15, there was no sign of him.

"Where's Comrade Commander?" Seeing everyone's confused looks, Minyuk secretly wondered whether it was Comrade Zhukov's amnesia that got worse and he forgot such an important day today, or he got lost on the way here?

After waiting for a while, Comrade Zhukov did not come. Minyuk got up and left the conference room and went to Comrade Zhukov's residence. Because of Comrade Zhukov's severe insomnia, his residence is at the innermost part of this floor.

Minyuk saw Comrade Zhukov's orderly taking a nap at the door. He walked up and patted him on the shoulder. The orderly was suddenly awakened and stared at Minyuk in confusion. After a while, he hurriedly saluted. present. "M, Comrade Minuk."

Minyuk asked. "Comrade Zhukov is still resting?"

The orderly nodded quickly. "yes."

"..." It was rare for Comrade Zhukov to sleep so late. Although he really wanted Comrade Zhukov to rest for a while, the Germans might launch an attack at any time. At this time, the backbone was needed, and he could only step forward and knock lightly. There was a knock on the door. "Comrade Zhukov, Comrade Zhukov."

I knocked several times and shouted several times, but there was no movement in the room.

"!!" An extremely ominous premonition flashed through Minuk's heart, and he opened the door and walked in.

As soon as he stepped into the house, he felt a breath of death coming towards his face, which immediately gave him goosebumps. He has also experienced death on the battlefield and is quite familiar with this aura of death. I quickly came to the bed and saw Comrade Zhukov lying peacefully on the bed. The quilt was still well covered, and he seemed to be sleeping soundly.

But his chest didn't rise and fall at all, and Minuk even saw corpse spots appearing on Comrade Zhukov's face!

Minuk's whole body felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He staggered back two steps and was quickly supported by the orderlies who followed him. "Comrade Minuk, what's wrong with you? Are you okay?!" But he saw Minuk's eyes staring blankly at the bed, so he followed his gaze and stood stunned on the spot. "This this……"

After all, Minuk is a person who has experienced strong winds and waves. He quickly reacted and spoke word by word in an almost hoarse voice. "Comrade Stalin has passed away. You go and inform the others, and I will report to Comrade Stalin." After saying that, he turned around and left in a hurry, but the moment he stepped out of the door, tears burst out uncontrollably.

Although he wanted to find a secluded corner and cry loudly, he also knew that now was not the time. He hurried to Comrade Stalin's ward and met Malenkov at the door. "Comrade Minuk, are the Germans launching an attack? What's wrong with your eyes?"

"I'm fine." Minuk shook his head. "Comrade Malenkov, how is Comrade Stalin?!"

"It's better. I just woke up and am preparing to eat. If it's not urgent, it's best not to disturb him."

Minuk sighed deeply. "Comrade Malenkov, Comrade Zhukov passed away."

"What?!" Malenkov was shocked. "When did this happen?"

"It must have been last night. When I went to find him just now, he had already died for a long time."

"Then, hurry in." Malenkov quickly brought Minyuk into the ward and introduced Comrade Stalin who was about to have a meal. "Comrade Stalin, this is Comrade Minyuk, Comrade Zhukov's adjutant. He is here to report important information to you." I couldn't help but worry that if Comrade Stalin heard this bad news, would it worsen his condition? !

Perhaps because of the secret use of medicine, Stalin's complexion looked much better. "Oh? I'm about to ask Comrade Zhukov for a visit. Is there anything important?"

Minuk choked back tears. "Comrade Stalin, Comrade Zhukov is dead!"

Bang! The knife and fork in Stalin's hand fell on the silver plate with a crisp sound.

The muscles on Starlin's face were trembling uncontrollably, and he asked in an unbelieving tone after a long while. "When did it happen?! How did he die?!"

"Around early this morning, he died suddenly due to excessive fatigue. Comrade Stalin, now that the war is imminent, the army cannot be without a commander. Please make a decision as soon as possible to stabilize the morale of the army."