Chapter 777: German-Soviet War (83)

Seeing the telegram saying that the German fleet in the waters of Oahu only had two battleships, two aircraft carriers and several battlecruisers, cruisers and destroyers, the first thought that flashed through Nimitz's mind was that the Germans dug a pit and waited for them to jump in! Maybe these departing warships hid hundreds of kilometers away, waiting for their own fleet to approach before encircling and annihilating them.

"..." Nimitz threw the telegram aside and continued to study the Pacific defense line. After all, this is not a small project, and no one knows whether or when the Germans will launch a landing operation against the US mainland, so they must hurry up.

Although the war between the Soviet Union and Germany was in full swing, everyone with a discerning eye could see that the German army did not invest all its troops on the Soviet-German battlefield, and they still had great war potential; combined with the troops of other European countries, they had enough power to launch an attack on the US mainland. Although Nimitz did not think that the Germans would be crazy enough to choose to fight on two fronts, what if the German crown prince was so crazy? !

Therefore, Nimitz had to design the Pacific defense line as soon as possible.

But Nimitz couldn't help sighing again when he heard the endless arguments of his staff. Until the outbreak of this war, everyone believed that the geographical environment of the United States was superior to other countries. The total length of the coastline of the United States is 22,680 kilometers. The coastline along the Atlantic coast is more tortuous, with many excellent bays and ports; the coastline along the Pacific coast and the Gulf of Mexico is relatively straight. But now such a long coastline has become a disadvantage, even a burden! He has never wished that the coastline of the United States could be shorter as much as he does now! Shorter! !

Smolensk.

The German army continued to advance in an orderly manner. With the addition of ground-penetrating radar, they could easily find the Soviet army's underground fortifications. Every time they found one, the accompanying drill would drill a hole, and then put a bunch of bombs underground and detonate them. This series of operations made the Soviet army hiding underground very uncomfortable. Like the ground, the space underground was constantly being squeezed.

Marshal Shaposhnikov, who looked like a withered man, sat at his desk. He had not been exposed to the sun for a long time. With the worsening of the war situation, he looked haggard.

Marshal Shaposhnikov sighed deeply as he looked like a human being. Today, more than 4,000 people were killed and more than 7,000 were injured. These more than 7,000 wounded were basically in danger of death. Because of the lack of medicine, the insignificant wounds on weekdays can kill people. As long as there are enough medicines, most of the wounded only need to recover for a few days before they can jump back to fight. But now they can only watch the wounds that are not fatal become infected, inflamed, deteriorate and spread, and eventually take the lives of these wounded.

There is no room for so many corpses in the underground fortifications, so they can only move the corpses to the ground and let the Germans deal with them. The Germans' handling method is also quite simple and crude, usually using flamethrowers to burn them on the spot.

It is not yet the end of July, and more than half of the million-strong army has been lost. The morale of the team gradually collapsed. Not long ago, a class or even an entire platoon surrendered to the German army. This afternoon, three companies of soldiers laid down their weapons and surrendered to the German army.

"It seems that it is time to end." Marshal Shaposhnikov sighed again, stretched out his hand to open the drawer of his desk, took out a pistol and a box of bullets, and began to put bullets into the magazine. One, two, the hand that was about to put the third one paused, smiled self-deprecatingly, put down the bullets in his hand, and put the magazine into the pistol.

Pressing the doorbell on the side, the secretary came in. Seeing the pistol on the table and the opened bullet box, the secretary's face suddenly changed and exclaimed. "Comrade Marshal, you are..."

"Go and call everyone in, I have something to say." Marshal Shaposhnikov's voice was hoarse as if he was sawing dead wood with a rusty saw, which made people feel sour in their hearts. "Also, order people to burn all the documents, they are no longer needed."

After a while, people came in one after another. Soon, the not very spacious office was a little crowded, and those who arrived later could only stand in the corridor outside the door. They all felt that the atmosphere was a little strange, and waited quietly.

Marshal Shaposhnikov spoke slowly. "Comrades, I don't need to say much about the current situation, everyone knows it. Smolensk will be occupied by the Germans after all, and no one can change the outcome. Continuing to insist will only make the soldiers sacrifice in vain." Even if the casualties ratio with the German army reached 1:3 or 1:4, he would grit his teeth and persist, but the most optimistic estimate at present is only 1:7 or even more. In other words, even if their own million-strong army was exhausted, the casualties on the German side were just a tickle for them. "I will give the last order now, everyone lay down their weapons and surrender to the German army. You are all still young and should not die here."

"Comrade Marshal! We can still fight!" As soon as several people shouted these words, they were interrupted by Marshal Shaposhnikov's wave. "Obey the order! I will send a telegram to Moscow, stating that this is my personal last order, and that you are just following the order and choosing to surrender, and your family should not be implicated." He took out the prepared paper and pen, wrote a few lines on it, and handed it to the secretary. "Send this telegram, and everything here will be over." He stood up and left the office, going to the broadcasting room next to it.

After a while, the voice of Marshal Shaposhnikov sounded from the loudspeaker in the entire underground bunker. "I am Yevgeny Ivanovich Shaposhnikov, and now I will give the final order. Everyone, put down your weapons and stop all resistance. The Battle of Smolensk is over, and you have done your best! Your next task is to live well."

After saying these words, Marshal Shaposhnikov turned and walked towards his office. Everyone in the corridor silently saluted his back.

Back in the office, Marshal Shaposhnikov poured himself a glass of vodka. After all, he is also a Russian who likes to drink. He drank the vodka in his hand, then picked up the pistol on the table and put it against his lower jaw.

"Bang!"

"Bang!" Hearing the gunshots from the office, an officer in the corridor pulled out the pistol from his waist, pointed it at his temple, and pulled the trigger without hesitation. With the sound of a gunshot and blood spurting out, the officer's burly body fell straight to the ground and died in an instant.

In a short moment, more than a dozen gunshots rang out in the corridor.