Transmigrated as the Crown Prince

Time soon came to February 1942.

As the days passed, Zhukov, who was in charge of Moscow's defense work, became more and more anxious. Sometimes he could not sleep all night long. Even if he finally fell asleep, he would be tortured by various nightmares, such as German armor. The troops came overwhelmingly, and the wide and thick tracks crushed his body, and he woke up in a cold sweat.

In just a few months, he became extremely thin and his hair turned completely white.

Today he had another nightmare. The bombs dropped by German bombers in the sky were heading straight for him. No matter how he ran, whether in a straight line, a circle, a zigzag or an S line, those terrible bombs seemed to have eyes. Staring at him closely, looking at the bomb getting closer and closer, he could only let out a desperate scream, which ended up waking him up.

"!!" Opening his eyes suddenly, Zhukov gasped and gasped. His whole body was soaked in sweat, and his heart was beating so fast that it seemed like it was about to jump out of his chest.

It took him a while to regain his composure, got out of bed, put on new clothes, walked to his desk and pressed the bell.

I turned my head and noticed that the time on the grandfather clock in the corner was 4:10, which was certainly not afternoon time.

After a while his adjutant knocked on the door and came in. "Comrade Commander, what are your orders?"

Zhukov smiled bitterly and apologized. "Sorry, Comrade Minuk, I forgot to check the time again and disturbed your rest. You can go back and continue sleeping."

Minuk seemed to be used to this kind of thing, and smiled disapprovingly. "I just can't sleep either."

"Then sit down and have a drink with me." Zhukov took out a bottle of vodka, two glasses, and a can of pickles from his desk drawer.

Minuk sat down and asked worriedly. "Comrade Commander, are you having nightmares again? Would you like the doctor to prescribe you some medicine?"

Zhukov shook his head. "It's not like I haven't asked the doctor, but he can't do anything about it. He said he can only prescribe some sleeping pills for me. If I take sleeping pills and have nightmares, will I still be able to wake up?" I can still wake up if I have nightmares on weekdays. If you wake up with a start and take sleeping pills, will you be tortured to death by nightmares?

"But this is not your solution. You are so haggard now that you are almost unrecognizable."

Zhukov sighed. "Just hold on for another year and a half, maybe it won't take that long."

Minuk was stunned for a moment and asked in a low voice. "You mean we can't last even a year?"

Zhukov handed him the cup and asked. "Then do you think we can hold on for another ten or eight years?"

"..." Minuk silently took the cup handed over by Zhukov, the two of them clinked the cups and drank it all in one gulp. He naturally knows what kind of dilemma Moscow is facing today. It is not just a dilemma, it is simply a desperate situation! As Comrade Zhukov said, it is a miracle that we can persist for one year.

After pouring another glass, Zhukov mentioned another thing. "Have the reinforcements from Siberia arrived? Last time, didn't Comrade Stalin say that five divisions of troops would be transferred from Siberia? When did this happen?" Long-term insomnia has had a considerable impact on his mental health. , forgetfulness is one of them.

Minuk thought for a while and replied. "This happened 20 days ago. Logically speaking, this support force should have arrived half a month ago. Why is there no news yet?" After muttering for a while, his expression suddenly changed. "Comrade Zhukov, have you noticed that since Comrade Beria was sent to Siberia, the number of weapons and equipment supported by Siberia has decreased significantly?!"

"..." Zhukov thought for a while, and it seemed that this was really the case. In the past, Siberia sent more than 200 tanks of various types to Moscow every month. However, in the past two months, the number of these tanks has been reduced repeatedly. In the past week, the number was less than 30! !

This is simply unbelievable.

"Does Comrade Stalin know about this?"

Minuk wasn't sure either. "You should know, right?" Logically speaking, these reports would be sent to Comrade Stalin, and he should also know these things.

"I have to go to Comrade Stalin later. I think something must have happened in Siberia." Although he didn't know what happened specifically, Comrade Stalin would not kill his confidant Comrade Beria for no reason. Sent to Siberia.

"What could happen in Siberia? Could it be that... those people in Siberia also want to learn from... the Far East!" To put it bluntly, even Siberia also wants to rebel? Minyuk was startled by his own thoughts. If even Siberia rebelled at this juncture, Moscow would become an isolated island. And once there are no Siberia and other rear areas to continue to provide blood transfusions to Moscow, how long can this war last?

Zhukov obviously thought of this too, his face was gloomy and terrifying, he drank the remaining vodka in the glass in one gulp and stood up. "No, I'll go find Comrade Stalin now and ask for clarification."

Minyuk glanced at the clock. It was five o'clock now. When they arrived at the "Underground Kremlin", it would be almost six o'clock. Comrade Stalin's rest should not be disturbed. The two arrived at the "Underground Kremlin" in a hurry. As soon as they arrived in front of Comrade Stalin's office, they met Malenkov. "Comrade Zhukov, is there anything urgent so early? Could it be that the German army has launched an attack?"

Zhukov shook his head. "That's not true. Has Comrade Stalin gotten up?"

Malenkov glanced at his watch. "Comrade Stalin won't get up for half an hour. If it's not something important, it's best not to disturb Comrade Stalin. You also know that Comrade Stalin's health is not very good recently. Uh, Comrade Zhukov, I see that you have been looking a lot haggard recently. , you also have to take care of your health. It’s up to you to resist the German attack.”

"Thank you, I'll pay attention." Zhukov hesitated and asked. "Comrade Malenkov, do you know what happened over there in Siberia? The volume of tank transportation in the past two months has been far lower than in the past, and there is still no news about the strength of the five divisions that should have arrived half a month ago."

Compared with Zhukov who looked anxious, Malenkov looked calm. "Oh, you said Siberia. Something did happen. Comrade Stalin sent Comrade Beria to solve it. If you made a special trip for this matter, there is no need to make a phone call. That's good. Comrade Beria said that he can solve the troubles in Siberia in a month at most, and then the support of various weapons, equipment and personnel will be restored. This is the content of the telegram sent by Comrade Beria half a month ago, In other words, after waiting another half month, you will be able to receive all the tanks and reinforcements."

Since Comrade Stalin's confidant secretary said so, Zhukov had no reason to insist on seeing Comrade Stalin and immediately returned to the frontline command center.