Unlimited Military Base

There is a strange taste in the air of Moscow, I am afraid something will happen.

The streets are just like people coming and going. Everyone鈥檚 footsteps are rushing, and no one is willing to stay for a while. The soldiers who came and went were filled with tension on their faces, as if the enemy was about to appear in front of themselves.

Wang Weizhen stood in the joint of Moscow, dressed in a worker’s uniform, wearing a cap and carrying a rifle. He looked like no different from the soldiers in the armed forces.

The whole of Moscow has become a fortress, and everyone in it is a soldier. Once the war broke out, the fort will take the lives of countless people.

The war machine is already running, and no one can stop it anymore. . . . . .

Behind Wang Weizhen, followed by players such as Guo Yenfeng and Klingenberg, and around the Sidney death squad are ready to give fire support.

These guys are in the enemy’s capital, the enemy’s heart, but they can’t see fears from their faces, and even on the contrary there are some eager to try.

Adventures have long been a commonplace for them, and they may not survive without this life. They long for danger and accompany them all the time. It鈥檚 really hard to imagine how they would maintain their lives if the war really ended.

Wang Weizhen took out a cigarette and put it on his mouth, lit it, took a deep breath, and spit out the thick smoke.

A car appeared and stopped by him. Dimitriv Illiyanko walked down from the driver’s seat. When he saw Wang Weizhen, the first sentence he asked was: “How did you do it?”

He asked so accurately to determine Stalin’s travel route, and successfully carried out the problem of assassination.

Wang Weizhen smiled and said: “I have my way, I can do a lot of things that others can’t do. What about you? Comrade Dimitriv Illiyanko, did Comrade Stalin give you all the power?”

“Yes…” Dimitriv Illiyanko sighed: “All things are under your control. I swear, I am willing to be your friend, not your enemy, when your enemy is true. It鈥檚 terrible… The clothes certificate of the Ministry of Internal Affairs is in my car, and there are two trucks parked in front. It鈥檚 the car of the State Security Administration. We can set off.鈥?/p>

Wang Weizhen and his companions changed their clothes without hesitation. Then Wang Weizhen took the driver’s position: “Comrade Dimitriv Illiyanko, can we set off?”

When the car started, Dimitriv Illiyanko had only one question, no matter what the situation, the Skulls Baron was always so calm?

Is there really nothing in this world that can make him afraid?

He does not know that no one in the world can know. . . . . .

A car and two trucks appeared in tandem in front of the small building where Timoshenko and his companions were held. When the sentinel found out that he was actually the deputy director of Dimitriv Illiyanko, he was scared. A big jump.

“Dimitriv Illiyanko Deputy Director Comrade…”

After the sentinel words were finished, Dimitriv Illiyanko had interrupted the other party coldly: “This is an order issued by Comrade Stalin. I want to take Timoshing, Volvok, Berekoff and their families immediately.”

“Yes, Comrade Dimitriv Illiyanko, comrade.”

The Sentry Captain looked at the warrant, which represented a red warrant that could have unlimited power in Moscow. The person with this warrant can do whatever he wants in Moscow, Russia, arrest anyone he wants to arrest, or even shoot anything he wants to shoot.

This is the great power given by Comrade Stalin. . . . . . In the life of Comrade Stalin, there were no more than five such warrants. . . . . .

Dimitriv Illiyanko took his “subordinates” and swayed the captain and walked in.

Pushing them away, Tiemu Xinge, who was sitting inside to tell the story to his grandson, stopped and let his grandson stand behind him, quietly watching the uninvited guests who appeared here.

“Xie Miao. Konstantinovic. Comrade Tiemu Xinge, you were arrested for committing treason! Please go with our family immediately. You are only allowed to carry a small amount of luggage!”

Tiemu Xinge did not have any surprised expression on his face, but silently called out his family according to what Dimitriv Illiyanko said. His family seems to be familiar with all of this, calmly picking up some simple luggage.

On the contrary, the captain who watched them sighed in his heart. Although he was rescued from the first day of his charge, he knew that there would be such a situation sooner or later, but even the marshals such as Tiemu Xinge could not escape the bad luck. Who else is safe throughout Moscow?

At this time, Tiemu Xinge鈥檚 heart is another idea. . . . . .

He knows who Dimitriv Illiyanko is, the deputy director of the State Security Directorate, and the loyal follower of Stalin. When he appeared, then it means that Stalin is ready to work on himself and his family.

Is the Baron Skulls still actively preparing to rescue himself? Unfortunately, he has no chance. . . . . .

“Xie Miao. Konstantinovic. Comrade Tiemu Xinge, isn’t it?” Dimitriv Illiyanko’s words revealed some impatience.

Tiemu Xinge looked at his family and sorted out his marshal suit: “Okay, Comrade Dimitriv Illiyanko.”

“Let’s go.” Dimitriv Illiyanko turned and went out. . . . . .

Tiemu Xinge looked at the house in the end! How, I have lived here for a long time, people, staying in a place for a long time, always have feelings. . . . . .

When he came to the yard, he found that his loyal subordinates Volvok, Berekoff and their families were also there.

Seeing the appearance of the marshal, Volvok and Berekoff鈥檚 face showed a helpless smile. The thoughts in their hearts are the same:

The Skulls Baron has failed!

Probably even the Baron Skulls did not think that Stalin would do it to them so quickly.

An officer wearing a Soviet Ministry of Internal Affairs came out of the car’s driving position and came to Dimitriv Illiyanko: “Dimitriv Illiyanko Deputy Director Comrade, can we leave?”

When I saw this person, the faces of Timoshenko, Volbank, and Berekoff were filled with shocks, incredible, ecstasy in a variety of ways. . . . . .

God, who is the person standing next to Dimitriv Illiyanko? How could he appear next to Dimitriv Illiyanko? No, it鈥檚 ridiculous, it鈥檚 incredible!

Ernst . Alexson . Feng. Breem – Baron Skulls!

I can’t believe it, I really can’t believe it. He is a big model with the deputy director of the Soviet State Security Directorate!

Is Dimitriv Illiyanko also his man? Well, this is really terrible. How many people are there in the Baron in Moscow? How much is enough to destroy the power of Moscow as a whole?

They don’t know at all. . . . . .

“You can go.” Dimitriv Illiyanko said coldly: “Tiemu Simgo, Volvok, Berekoff and us take the sedan. Others take two trucks!”

The car loaded with three Soviet generals and their families, so opened the place where they were held. . . . . .

Looking at the direction of the car disappearing, the captain sighed: “Poor Mr. Ironwood Singh, wish him good luck…”

At this time, Tiemu Xinge and his companions sitting in the car knew that they had finally left the “prison.” Now they are filled with confidence in the Baron Skulls. What else can he do?

Maybe, he even has a way to make a big splash in the Kremlin. . . . . .

When they drove an alley, a black car was added to their queue, and Anna and her children were sitting on it.

Leave Moscow – maybe soon! They will be back!

When the magical Baron Skulls appeared here, there was nothing he couldn’t do. One day, they would come back with the baron, and that day would not be far away. . . . .

The red warrant issued by Stalin himself was an unobstructed amulet in Moscow. When he left Moscow, no one dared to check it in the car.

The advantage of a dictator is that he can control everything in his own hands. But they also have a huge disadvantage that cannot be avoided. Their subordinates are always afraid of him, even trembled, and thus, to a large extent, they have affected their judgment.

Leaving Moscow, representing Tiemu Xinge and his companions have gained freedom, but they have not waited for them to cheer and have some problems.

Several cars stopped on the way, a man wearing a major costume waved at them and Hiroshi stopped.

Dimitriv Illiyanko was annoyed and saw that it was out of danger, but it happened outside the city. He personally walked out of the car: “I am Dimitriv Illiyanko, what happened?”

“Ah? Are you the deputy director of Dimitriv Illiyanko?”

“Yes, it is me.”

Dimitriv Illiyanko looked back and found that the men who were sitting on the baron of the truck had quietly held the gun. . . . . .

“Deputy director comrade, the car is sitting in the comrade Huaslevsky. One of his guards has a seizure. So I want to stop the vehicles I have seen and see if there is any medicine. I didn’t expect you to come here.”

“I personally went to see the Marshal Comrade…” Dimitriv Illiyanko said as he walked over to Huasevisky’s handsome car. When he came to the car, the window shook.

Yes, it is Huaslevsky handsome.

I have long heard that he was ordered to return to Moscow from the front line and join the ranks of the defending war in Moscow, but did not expect to meet him at this time.

“Huasilevsky handsome comrade, hello.” And Marshal, Dimitriv Illiyanko is an old acquaintance.

“Ah, Comrade Dimitriv Illiyanko, I really didn’t expect to meet you here.” Huasilevsky looked far away to Dimitriv Illiyanko’s team: “What’s wrong, the truck seems to carry some civilians. Are you going out of town?”

“Yes, that is the family of some traitors…” Dimitriv Illiyanko said that this lowered his voice: “I was ordered to personally escorting them to a secret place… execution… It was the order of Comrade Stalin personally… This is the command of Comrade Stalin…”

Huasilevsky gave a brief look and then sighed softly: “Although I should not ask such a question, I still can’t help but guess that the truck is afraid of the family of some big people.” 鈥?/p>

Dimitriv Illiyanko The biggest worry now is that Huasilevsky is in front of his own team, the family of Marshal Tetsuo Singo, who is so familiar. If he is really discovered by him, he will definitely find ways to stop the so-called “shooting”. . . . !

But fortunately, such worrying things have not happened. . . . . .

“Yes, they are the families of some big men but please forgive me, I can’t tell you who they are. And… they are forbidden from contacting anyone…”

鈥淲hy is this always happening?鈥?Huasilevsky shook his head in distress: 鈥淭he enemy is coming to Moscow, and now we should unite, instead of constantly skeptical of the comrades鈥?executions around us. Those who don鈥檛 actually have to execute at all…”

“Huasilevsky handsome comrade, that is the order of Comrade Stalin, I still recommend you…”

“I know I know.

You should not make your own comments on these things. . . . . . “Husileevsky smiled and said: “Forget it, you probably won’t carry this medicine with you.” Let’s go, I think Comrade Stalin is still waiting for your report after completing the task. 鈥?/p>

“Yes, Mr. Huaslevsky is very sorry that I can’t help you.”

At this moment, the heart of Huasilevsky is extremely painful.

The comrades of the past have become the so-called “traitors, traitors” in a blink of an eye. They simply do not have any power to appeal. Not only for themselves, but even their families have been horribly involved.

Why does this always happen in Moscow?

There should always be someone who comes forward and there should be someone to stop these things from happening? The enemy鈥檚 army is in a state of pressure. Now, the less things like Moscow happen, the better.

The guards who had epilepsy died because they could not get timely treatment of the drugs. Huasilevsky entered Moscow with his body.

At this time, he saw a large number of security forces in the Ministry of the Interior appear in a hurry, a pair of enemies. He called a recognized colonel and asked what happened.

“Marshal comrade Dimitriv Illiyanko has rebelled…”

“What? Dimitriv Illiyanko has rebelled?” Huasilevsky was taken aback. Just two hours ago, he also saw Dimitriv Illiyanko.

“There is a rebellion. Comrade Stalin is preparing to transfer Marshal Tiemu Xinge, but he is found to have been taken away by Dimitriv Illiyanko, and Dimitriv Illiyanko has no one at home. His guard said that Anna took two children, one morning. Just left.”

“I just saw Dimitriv Illiyanko…”

“What, Marshal Comrade? You saw Dimitriv Illiyanko? Which way did he go from there? We must catch him immediately!”

“It’s too late, it’s too late.” Huasilevsky smiled.

Yes, it鈥檚 too late, Dimitriv Illiyanko has long since gone.

Marshal Ironwood Marshal Tiemu Xinge Marshal! Even the marshal marshal who has done so well has actually left Moscow.

Is there really hope in Moscow?

With such doubts and sorrow, he entered the Kremlin and met the angry leader Comrade Stalin.

Zhukov and Beria are also there. . . . . . Beria finally cleaned up her crimes, but what use is it? Marshal Tiemu鈥檚 marshal ran!

This may bring great hidden dangers to the defense of Moscow. . . . . .

“It is necessary to do a cleaning in the army!” Stalin angered and issued such an order.

“I object!” Zhukov said in a hurry: “The departure of Tiemu Xinge may have been kidnapped. Even if he really rebelled, he should not be involved in other people. Comrade Stalin is now the most crucial defender in Moscow. At the moment, we should not let the troops become more heart-wrenching. After all, they will be the most important force for the victory of the Moscow defending war!”

“I also oppose cleaning.” Huasilevsky also said: “Now, there are not many forces that we can use. We need to mobilize all human and material resources that can be mobilized and unite all comrades who can unite!”

The two marshals also raised an objection at the same time. Although Stalin was very unhappy, he had to consider the opinions of the marshals in the current situation.

However, the Dimitriv Illiyanko incident is equal to a slap in the face of a consistently wise leader. Unconsciously, it became an accomplice of Dimitriv Illiyanko, and even almost killed Beria, who is extremely loyal to himself.

If such a thing is passed out, I am afraid that it will cause an uproar in Moscow.

I can only swallow it back for a while: “If this is the case, then deal with it in a low-key manner. Comrades, the war of defense in Moscow is about to begin. I hope that you will work hard for the fate of the Soviets. I will give you all the help you want, no matter What do you need, I will meet you! I will be your general logistics commander!”

Zhukov and Huasilevsky glanced at each other and no one said anything. But their hearts are the same idea, and Comrade Stalin鈥檚 trust is limited. They must strictly demand that they can not go wrong in one step, or what will they greet? They are very clear.

For Moscow, but also for their own future destiny, they must fight to the end!