Age of Conquest Reborn

Stalin was angry. Even when facing Molotov, he couldn't help but jump up, his face flushed sickly, and his blue-gray eyes shot out angry flames, enough to kill anyone, "Molotov

Comrade Husband, do you know what your suggestion means? It means that the Soviet Union will lose more than one million square kilometers of land and lose its only outlet to the sea in the Pacific!"

"It means that you, Comrade Molotov, will become a traitor who betrays the interests of the great Soviet country. Not even an inch of the land we inherited from our ancestors can be lost - let alone ceded to the Chinese.

Do you know?"

Stalin roared, waving his hands in the air mechanically and quickly, and loudly accused Molotov. At this moment, Stalin looked so ferocious that he wanted to eat Molotov in one bite. Only in Molotov

Only in front of his husband could Stalin act so carelessly.

Facing Stalin's pathological rage, Molotov kept a calm face, lowered his eyes, and allowed him to accuse him motionlessly. Molotov knew that Comrade Stalin needed to vent, and he had already anticipated this before making suggestions.

, but it was much weaker than expected. Originally, I thought that Comrade Stalin would drive me out angrily, or order the guards to temporarily detain me.

Stalin's heart has been filled with pain. When will the Soviet Union rely on ceding territory to seek a chance of survival? Although the territory to be ceded was originally taken from the Manchu Qing government during the period of Tsarist Russia.

What was taken away is now just returned to its original owner!

However, Stalin, who was more greedy for territory than anyone else, never believed that these territories should be returned to the Chinese, especially in such a humiliating way. More than one million square kilometers of land was originally the Soviet Union

The territory he inherited from Tsarist Russia was lost in a humiliating way in his own hands. He couldn't tolerate it, either emotionally or psychologically. He couldn't accept it.

In Stalin's mind, there were too many remnants of the old tsar, but the form was stronger than the person. Stalin roared angrily and vented hysterically. Finally, all the pain and anger were vented, and he felt as if he had finished a marathon.

He slumped on the chair helplessly. He stared blankly at Molotov, who had a calm face and said nothing. The deep pain was hidden in the latter's eyes.

Suddenly, Stalin couldn't bear to blame him and said weakly: "Comrade Molotov, what if we still can't satisfy the greedy appetite of the Chinese with these conditions? As far as I know, Tang Qiuli is

In terms of territorial greed, it is even stronger than fascist Hitler!”

Molotov was stunned. This was an issue he said he ignored. In his own imagination, the Soviet Union would surprise the Chinese by offering such a big bargaining chip. He would be ecstatic and, I'm afraid, just ask him to send troops.

He would not hesitate to agree to join forces with the Soviet troops in the east to attack the Japanese. He would gain both vested interests and be able to attack his sworn enemy. For Tang Qiuli, who was used to taking advantage of the situation, it would be a win-win situation. He would be happy to go.

Do.

Of course, in the proposal, the territory to be ceded is the final bottom line. Molotov, a veteran diplomat, will not show all these cards as soon as they meet. He will bargain like a shrewd businessman.

, every cent must be fought, and the principle is that the Soviet Union pays the minimum price and obtains the maximum benefit.

The question raised by Stalin was obviously beyond his expectation. Molotov's expression became dull for a moment, and then he asked with a smile: "Comrade Stalin, I'm afraid your worries don't exist.

That Chinese person will be so greedy that he has no bottom line?"

Stalin sighed silently in his heart, "Greed has no bottom line? Molotov is not a leader after all. He cannot understand that the strongman who rules a country has an almost pathological desire for territory. If it were him, this

More than a million square kilometers of land simply cannot meet the requirements, especially when they have the upper hand. Thinking about it from another perspective, the Chinese Tang Qiuli will definitely gain greater benefits from the Soviet Union. The relationship between countries

This has never been the case since ancient times!"

Stalin said in a tired voice: "Comrade Molotov, you'd better prepare for the worst, prepare a preliminary plan in the negotiation plan, and try your best to promote the success of the negotiation with Tang Qiuli. We really can't delay it."

Get up!"

Molotov had completely believed Stalin's words, "As expected of a leader, he sees people's hearts and human nature more thoroughly than he does. In comparison, his own perspective on problems is much lower, especially for the Chinese."

Understand, this may be a common trait between leaders, knowing what the other party's bottom line is!" He thought with secret admiration.

"Then, Comrade Stalin, in addition to this, what else do we need to come up with? Please give me a bottom line!" Molotov thought for a long time. He felt that as of today, the Soviet Union can come up with something to make Tang Qiuli

There are not many things that interest him - probably, except for territory, the Chinese will not be interested in anything. Therefore, Comrade Stalin must set the final bottom line. At this point, no one can

Don’t dare to make the decision, including yourself!

Stalin was silent for a while, then trudged to the map of the Soviet Union. He refused Molotov's support and picked up a magnifying glass. The muscles on his cheeks were trembling uncontrollably as he examined the map for a long time with stiff fingers.

Falling on an area, "Comrade Molotov, this territory can also be added. Remember, this is the last bottom line of our Soviet Union and no breakthrough is allowed!" He said heavily, his breathing becoming rapid.

Molotov came closer to the map and looked at it carefully. He immediately understood that the area pointed out by Comrade Stalin covers an area of ​​40 kilometers from Lake Balkhash in the south to the Tangnu Ulianghai area in the north.

More than 40,000 square kilometers. Of course, these lands that are now in the Soviet Union were still taken by force from the Manchu and Qing court during the period of Tsarist Russia at the end of the last century.

In other words, the bargaining chips that Comrade Stalin agreed to use were all won in the past. Losing now is not enough to cause such heart-breaking pain. "Yes, Comrade Stalin, I understand. Arrange a meeting with Tang immediately."

Do you have any specific instructions for Qiu Li's negotiations?" Molotov asked respectfully.

Stalin staggered back to his chair, shook his head, and then said: "Nothing more. What do you think about the channels for negotiation with Tang Qiuli?"

Molotov replied: "Comrade Stalin, I am going to contact Tang Qiuli through our ambassador to China, Comrade Simba Pumiyan, to convey our intention to negotiate. The location of the negotiation will be chosen by the Chinese, if everything goes well.

, I will set off within two days!"

Stalin stood up with difficulty, looked at Molotov with complicated eyes, and said: "Comrade Molotov, I'm embarrassing you. You shoulder the arduous mission of determining the future and destiny of the Soviet Union. I am with you in all the infamy."

bear!"

Molotov choked with sobs, but could not speak. He just squeezed Stalin's hand tightly, then turned and left. His back was so heavy, as if he was carrying a mountain on his back. Outside, the night in Moscow fell.

However, due to the German attack, the smell of gunpowder smoke can already be smelled here. Compared with before, the lights in Moscow at night were sparse and looked much more desolate.

In the huge office, the shadow of the night filtered in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and everything in the room was shrouded in a layer of illusory blur. Stalin did not turn on the lights, but buried himself in the darkness, with only the light from his pipe flashing from time to time.

, appearing and disappearing, reflecting his pale face.

On the Far East battlefield, in the shelter of the Soviet Far East Front headquarters, the commander, General Zhukov, buried himself in a pile of statistical tables. Now, there is basically nothing to do. All the measures that should be taken have been taken, including for

With more than one million soldiers, I have won a piece of living space on the battlefield. All that is left is to wait, wait for the Japanese attack like a storm, and wait for a call back from Moscow.

Zhukov needed to know how much money he had left in his current family. The shells exploded far and near, shaking the soil on the roof of the shelter. It fell with a rustle and fell into the half cup of cold coffee on the shell box.

Zhukov frowned, threw away the coffee, raised his head from the statistics table, walked to the door of the shelter, and watched the artillery shells dragging dark red tail flames across the night sky, exploding into groups in the distance.

Firelight.

Even at night, the Japanese troops on both sides of the Breya Mountains and the Kukan Mountains still did not stop attacking. The Far Eastern Front Command, which commanded more than one million troops, was also within the range of Japanese artillery fire. "As a general commander, I

, The life at this moment will not be more valuable than that of an ordinary soldier. When a cannonball falls, it will still be torn into pieces!" Zhukov thought mockingly to himself.

Looking from the position of the shelter, on the left and right wings of the Far East Front, the sound of gunfire was particularly fierce, and the fire from the explosion was boiling like magma. Those were the four armies of our own, fighting desperately against the Japanese troops attacking the two wings.

Try to protect the positions on which the Far Eastern Front's one million troops rely for survival from being compressed into long strips by the Japanese army and turning into Russian sausages that can be cut by the Japanese.

"Chirp - chirp - chirp - chirp!" A shrill scream cut through the air from far to near. A dozen large-caliber Japanese artillery shells were fired less than forty or fifty meters away from the shelter.

place explosion, fire

Suddenly, a shrill and brilliant flash appeared in front of his eyes. Thick earth pillars soared into the air like a fountain. A huge shock wave spread out, knocking General Zhukov who was at the entrance of the sheltered department, causing him to take a few steps back and fall to the ground.

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