Transmigrated as the Crown Prince

That night Yannick held a high-level military meeting.

"How's the construction going in the Aleutians?"

"Your Highness, twenty fighter jets and thirty attack aircraft have been stationed at the airport on Adak Island. Heavy bombers can be deployed on the island in up to ten days. By then we will not only be able to bomb the entire territory of Alaska, but also Cities in the Soviet Far East could be bombed.”

"Very good." Yannick nodded with satisfaction. "In other words, the transportation routes for Americans to the Soviet Union have been completely cut off? What about the paratroopers sent to destroy the Trans-Siberian Railway? Are there any casualties?"

"We successively sent three companies of troops and sacrificed about two platoons of soldiers. However, they also wiped out the Soviet army several times their size. So far, the Trans-Siberian Railway has not restored smooth flow."

Yannick gave a serious warning. "We must ensure their material supply." The Trans-Siberian Railway is blocked, and it is impossible for the support materials accumulated in the Far East to be transported to the front line. "How many troops are there in the Far East? Who is the garrison commander?"

"Your Highness, the garrison commander is Vasily Ivanovich Chuikov. As for the number of troops, there are still nearly one million. If they urgently expand their troops, they should be able to expand to about 2 million."

Everyone present couldn't help but sigh. The Soviet Union had a large population and a strong mobilization ability. It could easily have millions of troops. It's a pity that sometimes wars are not won by large numbers of people, otherwise the Soviets would not have been defeated at the gate of the capital.

"Cuikov?" This man is also a famous general. There is a saying about him in later generations: "A general who can win battles, a general who is not afraid of the casualties of his men, a general who can achieve a great victory with more casualties than the enemy despite overall military superiority." A senior Soviet general during World War II It seems that attacks are generally carried out by combining superior forces. There seem to be only a handful of cases where a small number of troops are used to defeat a large number and suffer fewer casualties.

However, this man had a very high emotional intelligence. Not only did he become a marshal in 1955 (Ereomenko, who was awarded the same title as him, was his superior during the Battle of Stalingrad), he was also highly used until the Brezhnev period. He served as the Commander-in-Chief of Civil Defense of the Soviet Union; compared to Zhukov, who had almost zero emotional intelligence and was dismissed from his post early to go home to retire, that is really a world of difference.

Rundstedt suggested. "Your Highness, should we contact Commander Chuikov? Today's Soviet Union is already crumbling, and maybe he doesn't want to be buried with him."

Yannick shook his head slowly. "I don't think Commander Chuikov will surrender easily."

In the Battle of Stalingrad in the original time and space, Chuikov took over the 62nd Army. The first thing he did after taking office was to declare: "Stalingrad is our last battlefield. In order to defend her, we will never take a step back." He was always present in person during the war. The frontline commander was in danger many times in the process of commanding operations. The most dangerous time was when his plane was almost destroyed by the Germans. Fortunately, he made a successful forced landing and narrowly escaped death.

Moreover, in the original time and space, he had read the recall article of Chuikov's grandson Nikolai. After the end of World War II, Chuikov did not use his position and power to benefit his descendants. Sun Tzu was a soldier, and his grandfather used his position to send him to the frontier where the conditions were the most difficult. The grandson returned to Moscow for the holidays, but his grandfather called and scolded him again.

It can be said that Chuikov was a true Bolshevik.

Yannick didn't think that such a person would surrender easily, but it didn't hurt to give it a try.

"Reinhard, ask Natasha to secretly contact Commander Chuikov. If he can surrender, then I can carve out a piece of land in the Far East and let him establish his own country. If he agrees, he can establish a country immediately, and the entire Europe He will recognize his country and establish diplomatic relations as soon as possible. As for the American supplies, except for military equipment, other supplies can be left for their use."

"Of course, he can also refuse and stubbornly be buried with the Soviet Union. I just said that the airport on Adak Island will be completed in ten days, right? In ten days, the bombing of major cities in the Soviet Far East will begin." Yannick stood up Walking to the map on the wall, I traced my finger across the Far East of the Soviet Union. " Khabarovsk, Vladivostok, Komsomolsk, Petropavlovsk, Yakutsk, Ussuriysk... I heard that the Americans had so much supplies that they piled up in these cities and burned them all. , leave nothing behind!”

Kesselring replied confidently. "As you wish, Your Highness!"

Yannick murmured in his heart that it would be great if Chuikov surrendered obediently. In that case, not only Stalin, but also President Willkie of the United States would be furious to death. He worked so hard to transport so many supplies, but in the end it was used as someone else's wedding dress, and he would have had to spit out several liters of blood.

Late the next day.

Far East, Komsomolsk, Soviet Union, inside the headquarters of General Chuikov.

Not long after falling asleep, Commander Chuikov was awakened by a rapid knock on the door.

He turned on the lamp on the bedside table and yawned. "Who?"

"Comrade Commander! There is an urgent message!!" The person knocking on the door was his adjutant. For some reason, his voice was trembling slightly, and he was obviously in a state of extreme nervousness.

Frowning, Commander Chuikov stood up and sat on the edge of the bed. "Come in."

The door was pushed open, and the adjutant with a somewhat pale face walked in quickly. He held a piece of paper in his slightly trembling hand. Chuikov couldn't help but wonder when he saw that it was a piece of telegraph paper. "Where did the message come from so late? Moscow?"

"Comrade Commander," the adjutant swallowed nervously and handed over the message in his hand tremblingly. "This, this is sent through our secret frequency band."

"??" This made Chuikov even more confused. He reached out to take the message paper, glanced at it, and jumped up! His face was full of panic. "This, this is, Germany, Germany..."

The adjutant nervously made silent movements, "Comrade Commander, please don't be so loud, be careful not to be overheard." As he spoke, he walked quickly to the door, carefully peeked outside the door a few times, and then returned after making sure there was nothing unusual. bedside. "This is the message I just received."

"Germans..." Chuikov lowered his voice with a look of disbelief. "How did the Germans know our secret frequency band?"

The adjutant said helplessly. "Comrade Commander, I heard that German spies are everywhere and pervasive. I'm afraid our secret frequency band has also been stolen by them."

"These damn guys!" He cursed softly, and Commander Chuikov looked at the message in his hand again, his face turned green and red, and he gritted his teeth. "The Germans want me to surrender? No way!!"