Transmigrated as the Crown Prince

Reinhard, who was about to leave with everyone, was stopped by Yannick.

"Does Natasha have any requests? Let her ask her." Over the years, she has provided a lot of valuable information and performed many operations for the empire. She has made great achievements, and Yannick will naturally not treat her badly. she. "Give her a piece of land and become a queen?" If she really becomes a queen, will she fill her harem with all the handsome men in the country?

Reinhard shook his head. "Your Highness, Natasha has no requirements. She said she just wants to find a quiet place to spend the rest of her life."

"..." This was beyond Yannick's expectation. Was he feeling relieved after taking revenge? "Then find a good place to ensure that she has enough food and clothing for the next life. Also, ask Molotov to come."

After a while Molotov hurried in. "Your Highness, what are your orders?"

Yannick smiled. "Your Excellency Molotov, now is the time to fulfill the promise I made to you." He walked to the map on the wall and tapped the Soviet Union on the map. "You can choose any of these places."

"Thank you, Your Highness." Molotov followed him to the map. Most of the huge Soviet Union on it was painted blue, and the remaining areas were divided into more than a dozen pieces. Yannick asked him to start from here. Choose one from a dozen.

While Molotov was carefully selecting, Rokossovsky was sitting listlessly in the combat conference room in the distant Moscow underground, quietly listening to the explosions that came from time to time. He had been in this position for a long time, so long that even he didn't know how much time had passed. These explosions were the sounds of German troops drilling holes on the ground and throwing bombs into underground fortifications.

The chief of staff hurried in, with a look of despair on his face, and reported to him almost crying. "Comrade Commander, just now, the passage leading to Area 88 was blown down!!" He couldn't help but despair, because Area 88 was already the only surviving generator set in the entire Moscow underground fortifications. Now that the passage there was blown up, the entire Underground fortifications may lose power at any time. And once the power is cut off, the ventilation system will also stop running. They may not be able to support it for even half a day, and they will collectively suffocate to death!

"..." Rokossovsky's eyebrows twitched slightly, but he didn't ask any more questions about whether it could be dug through. Because he has asked it countless times these days. However, the shallowest point of Moscow's underground fortifications is fifty meters above the ground. A collapse of this depth would take several days even with large construction machinery. How can it be dug by human power?

It's not like they haven't thought about surrendering now, but not to mention that almost all the passages leading to the ground were blown up. Even if they were lucky enough to find the passage and send people up, the German troops above would shoot them all without explanation and destroy them. These surviving passages. Rokossovsky also guessed that the Germans wanted to trap them alive.

In fact, if they could receive radio signals, they would know that the Germans had already issued a broadcast, condemning the Soviets' inhumane act of massacring hundreds of thousands of American expeditionary forces for no reason, and announcing that they would use the harshest means to punish these heinous crimes. Anti-human elements should be eradicated. Although this statement is also suspected of being anti-humanity, it has been unanimously supported by the whole world. Even the top leaders of the United States almost jumped up and clapped their hands.

But these are no longer important. Rokossovsky looked at the officers in the room who seemed extremely busy but had nothing to do, and lightly knocked on the table. After attracting everyone's attention to himself, he spoke in a hoarse voice. "Okay, everyone, you have heard that we don't have much time left. Everyone, please go back and be with your families. It is my greatest honor to be able to fight side by side with you. However, I am determined to kill the enemy, but I am unable to save myself." As he spoke, he couldn't help but sigh, and waved his hands to signal everyone to leave.

Although many civilians were trapped or killed above, the residences of these senior officers were in relatively safe deeper areas, so their family members had not been killed so far; of course, this was only a matter of time.

"..." After a brief silence, a staff officer stood up, saluted Rokossovsky very solemnly, and walked out of the command room silently.

Everyone stood up one after another, saluted Rokossovsky and left; soon, the huge room became empty.

After glancing at the entire war room, Rokossovsky also stood up and left, but instead of going to his own residence, he came to Comrade Stalin's ward.

At the door of the ward he met a sad-looking Malenkov. "Comrade Malenkov, how is Comrade Stalin?"

Malenkov shook his head. "Just now Comrade Stalin clamored to go up for air, so we could only give him a sedative to let him rest. Comrade Rokossovsky, could it be that the Germans have rushed in?"

"I'm afraid the Germans will never rush in. I'm here to report to Comrade Stalin that the passage in Area 88 was blown down."

"Area 88? Where is that?" Malenkov felt a strong uneasy feeling in his heart. Recently, hundreds of passages have been blown up every day, but why did Rokossovsky come specifically to report the news about the passage in District 88 being blown up?

"That's where we have our last generator set."

"What?" Malenkov was shocked. He naturally knew what this meant. "Wouldn't that be..." Once the last set of generators stops running, they will have no power available! Isn't this tantamount to pronouncing their death sentence! !

Rokossovsky looked extremely sad. "That's right, so I came to say goodbye to Comrade Dalin."

"!!" Malenkov's body trembled uncontrollably. Of course he knew that such a day would come sooner or later, and he was mentally prepared, but when that day came, he could not suppress the fear and despair in his heart.

Looking at Malenkov, whose face was ashen and slumped on the ground, Rokossovsky opened the ward door and walked in.

The air in the ward was filled with a pungent smell of disinfectant. When he walked to the hospital bed and saw the skinny Comrade Stalin, Rokossovsky had a sore nose and almost burst into tears. Suppressing the sadness in his heart, Rokossovsky stood quietly for nearly half an hour, and finally slowly raised his right arm and made a textbook-standard salute.

By the time he left the ward, Malenkov had disappeared, perhaps to accompany his family.

Thinking of his wife Yulia and their three children, Rokossovsky walked quickly to his residence.