Chapter 952: Decisive Battle (18)

"Comrade Stalin, Comrade Stalin?" Malenkov called out softly several times, and after confirming that Comrade Stalin was asleep, he quickly reached out and pressed the doorbell on the wall. Soon Mikhail hurried in with several doctors in white coats.

Watching the doctors quickly perform various examinations on Comrade Stalin, Mikhail looked anxious. "How is Comrade Stalin's health?"

The leading doctor shook his head. "Comrade Stalin's health is getting weaker and weaker."

"That's nonsense!" Malenkov said unhappily. Seeing how haggard Comrade Stalin was now, anyone could see that his health was getting weaker and weaker. "Then what method can be used to make Comrade Stalin recover as soon as possible?!"

The doctor sighed helplessly. "Comrade Malenkov, if there is any way, can I still hide it? I wouldn't dare to do it even if I have a hundred courages." All they can do is to give Comrade Stalin nutrient solution and other medicines. As for making him fully recovered, I am afraid that only the Virgin Mary can do this.

Watching the doctors swiftly give Comrade Stalin's arms acupuncture and infusion, Malenkov turned his head and looked at Mikhail. "Comrade Mikhail, you also noticed that the German shelling has stopped, right?"

Mikhail nodded slightly. He naturally heard that the shelling had stopped, and knew that the German army would launch a general offensive tomorrow, which meant that they didn't have much time left. Only Malenkov continued. "I think Comrade Stalin should do whatever he feels comfortable for the rest of his life."

"..." Mikhail was silent for a while and agreed to Malenkov's proposal. They discussed with the doctor for a long time and finally decided to give Comrade Stalin a central nervous system stimulant in the future, which can not only eliminate Comrade Stalin's physical pain, but also make him refreshed. As for the addictiveness of this drug, I'm afraid that before Comrade Stalin could get addicted, Moscow would fall.

Although the German bombardment had stopped, many people still suffered from insomnia that night.

The next morning, Minyuk came to the "Underground Kremlin" combat command room early. Soon after, generals at all levels entered the conference room one after another. Everyone looked extremely serious. After all, the final decisive battle would break out today.

The usual meetings were held on time at 7 o'clock, but today Comrade Zhukov was rarely late. The time was 7:15, and there was no sign of him.

"Where is Comrade Commander?" Seeing everyone's puzzled eyes, Minyuk thought to himself that Comrade Zhukov's amnesia had worsened and he had forgotten such an important day today, or he had lost his way on the way here?

After waiting for a while, Comrade Zhukov did not come. Minyuk got up and left the conference room and came to Comrade Zhukov's residence. Because of Comrade Zhukov's severe insomnia, his residence was at the innermost of this floor.

Minyuk saw that Comrade Zhukov's orderly was taking a nap at the door, so he walked up and gently patted his shoulder. The orderly was suddenly awakened, staring at Minyuk in a daze, and saluted hurriedly after a while. "Mi, Comrade Minyuk."

Minyuk asked. "Comrade Zhukov is still resting?"

The orderly nodded quickly. "Yes."

"..."It was rare for Comrade Zhukov to sleep so late. Although he wanted Comrade Zhukov to rest for a while, the Germans might launch an attack at any time. At this time, he needed a backbone to sit down, so he could only go forward and knock on the door gently. "Comrade Zhukov, Comrade Zhukov."

He knocked several times and shouted several times, but there was no movement in the room.

"!!" Minyuk had a very ominous premonition in his heart, and he pushed the door open and walked in.

As soon as he stepped into the room, he felt a breath of death coming towards him, which immediately gave him goose bumps. He had also fought his way through life and death on the battlefield, and was quite familiar with this breath of death. He walked quickly to the bedside, and saw Comrade Zhukov lying peacefully on the bed, with the quilt still covered, and the whole person looked as if he was sleeping soundly.

But his chest was completely flat, and Minyuk even saw corpse spots on Comrade Zhukov's face!

Minyuk was like being struck by lightning, staggering back two steps, and was quickly supported by the orderly who followed him in. "Comrade Minyuk, what's wrong with you, are you okay?!" But seeing Minyuk's eyes staring at the bed, he followed his gaze and stood there in a daze. "This, this..."

After all, Minyuk was a person who had experienced great storms, and he quickly reacted, saying word by word in an almost hoarse voice. "Comrade Stalin has passed away. You go inform others, and I will report to Comrade Dalin." After saying that, he turned around and left in a hurry, but the moment he stepped out of the door, tears could not stop pouring out.

Although he wanted to find a quiet corner to cry his heart out, he knew it was not the right time. He hurried to Comrade Stalin's ward and met Malenkov at the door. "Comrade Minyuk, did the Germans launch an attack? What's wrong with your eyes?"

"I'm fine." Minyuk shook his head. "Comrade Malenkov, how is Comrade Stalin?!"

"Better. He just woke up and was preparing to eat. If it's not urgent, it's best not to disturb him."

Minyuk sighed deeply. "Comrade Malenkov, Comrade Zhukov passed away."

"What?!" Malenkov was shocked. "When did this happen?"

"It should have been last night. When I went to find him just now, he had already died a long time ago."

"Then, hurry in." Malenkov quickly took Minyuk into the ward and introduced him to Comrade Stalin who was preparing to eat. "Comrade Stalin, this is Comrade Zhukov's adjutant, Comrade Minyuk. He is here to report important information to you." He couldn't help but worry that if Comrade Stalin heard this bad news, would his condition worsen? !

Perhaps because he was secretly given medicine, Stalin's complexion looked much better. "Oh? I was just about to ask Comrade Zhukov to come over. What's the important situation?"

Minyuk held back his tears and choked. "Comrade Stalin, Comrade Zhukov has passed away!"

Dang! The knife and fork in Stalin's hand fell on the silver plate, making a crisp sound.

The muscles on Stalin's face trembled uncontrollably, and after a long while he asked in an unbelievable tone. "When did it happen? How did he die?!"

"Around early this morning, he must have died suddenly from overexertion. Comrade Stalin, now that a war is imminent, the army cannot be without a commander-in-chief. Please make a decision as soon as possible to stabilize the morale of the army."