I became Stalin chapter 137
The German army, which had been enduring in the face of the wave, had to face another new enemy.
A guardian deity who has protected Russia for hundreds of years. The general who overthrew Napoleon, the conqueror of Europe, and led Tsar Alexander into Paris!
“The general is here! Whoa!”
Everyone was happy to see me bursting into laughter. Maybe everyone was really in a good mood. This winter was also not as cold as last winter, but it was cold enough.
“Fasho pigs say they don’t have enough winter clothing yet. It seems that the supply is not going smoothly because we are pouring resources into the wrong place.”
“Cancer, cancer. How hard have we worked for that?”
Borosilov nodded happily. As a commander in regular warfare, he was a failure, but he showed a decent talent in the field of military administration. The Spetsnaz units he had trained took advantage of the night to air-descent into the enemy’s rear.
They endured harsh winters with the small supply we barely delivered, and they continued to disrupt the German supply lines. From cutting off railroads, blowing up roads, sniping vehicles, and even raiding supplies in cooperation with partisan units.
Due to General Dong’s activity and Spetsnaz’s operation, the supply of German troops was getting worse and worse.
German soldiers who were captured and interrogated spoke unanimously.
“There is not enough food. Frozen transport horses are the last meat I’ve ever eaten! What… Except for the captured Soviet boots… .”
“I am not a coward. I had no bullets, but I was ordered to fight, so I became a prisoner like this… .”
The results of examining the body on the battlefield after the battle were similar. Malnutrition, frostbite, and various diseases plagued the Germans.
Now they were clearly at their limit.
“The modern army is an attack force. And the Red Army is the modern army!”
So he ordered an ambitious attack.
* * *
“You can’t push this? this?”
The Walther model is the lion of defense! The lives and wounds of many Soviet soldiers added a splendid record to the name.
What would you say if you saw our soldiers who were sacrificed to advance just a few kilometers? .
Of course, now the German losses are beginning to exceed ours. Except for a few large-scale siege battles, the exchange ratio, which could not exceed 1:1, was finally starting to lean toward the Soviet Union.
“Is it still one-on-one against those bastards? My dear Comrade Lenin!”
Taking advantage of the defender’s advantage, the model thoroughly prevented Soviet troops from breaking behind the defensive line and reduced losses to a minimum. The Soviets were bleeding too much unnecessary blood due to his godly defensive tactics, which spared even one more person to retreat and put them into the next line of defense.
“I’m sorry… Comrade Secretary… .”
“No face… .”
My back has been sore. Ah… uh… .
When I grabbed the back of my neck and grimaced, a large number of attendees flocked to me in amazement. I could see it even in my increasingly blurred consciousness.
Ah… are you going this way?
* * *
“Comrade Secretary General!”
When I woke up, there were dozens of people around me filling the room. I often see my doctor who is enthusiastic about people? I was tired of the reaction, but calmly told me about my condition.
“You have been lying in bed for about a day. It is presumed to be the result of accumulated cardioneurotic syncope and fatigue caused by excessive stress. In the future, reduce alcohol and tobacco and take care of your health… .”
“I see, I see… .”
Whoo… . I took a deep breath and looked at the people around me.
It wasn’t my intention, but it was kind of an opportunity. An opportunity to see who is at the heart of power.
The closer you are to me, who seems to be spilling power, the more I can suck the sweet water of power. And those who are closely attached to the place where the sweet water flows are those who have power.
It was a story about a human like Beria, who knelt on the edge of my bed with tears in her eyes and sobbed, would become the next generation of power in the Soviet Union.
“Berry… Borosilov… Molotov… Zhukov… .”
Those who stood closest were four like that, except for my daughter, Svetlana. If he were still alive, he would probably have intervened instead of Zhukov, but anyway.
Svetlana seemed startled that his father awoke and didn’t even look at him or call his name, but it didn’t matter.
If I die soon, will they be able to lead the Soviet regime well?
Won’t this victory I’ve made be terribly broken?
ha… Another concern arose. The vicious model who becomes the commander-in-chief of the Eastern Front and grinds our soldiers, and these tiger-like bastards aiming for power. Zhukov was staring intently at the weeping Beria, and it felt like an ominous prelude to me.
“The wire… What about the wires?”
“I went into a lull for a while. The Model Marshal, well aware of his absolute inferiority, chose to retreat and tactical overhaul rather than an active counterattack.”
When Zhukov answered that, the eyes of the people in the room were focused on him. Zhukov, who has now become the de facto leader of the military, overtaking his senior enemies, proudly briefed me on the frontline situation.
Fortunately, there were no major incidents on the front line.
Beria must have been jealous that Zhukov was in the spotlight alone, so suddenly he whispered into my ear.
“Comrade Secretary General, he… The experiment was successful.”
Suddenly, I felt so much better. No matter how good a model is, even a good defensive messenger and master can not stop a single bomb from a flying bomber.
Beria grinned with a face covered in tears and runny nose as if to congratulate her for her work. Normally, it would have been extremely disgusting, but for now, Beria seemed so capable and wonderful.
“Hahahaha, good. character! Molotov, Zhukov, Vasilevsky, these three, you are the only one left, and let the rest go!”
“Svetlana, let’s go out for a moment while talking to adults.”
The bodyguards sent people away. With Svetlana.
‘Isn’t there a wiretapping device in this hospital room?’
Seeing my eyes looking around in case I didn’t know, Beria smiled and talked.
“Don’t worry, Comrade Secretary. There is no other place as safe as this place.”
“I see. So, was the experiment successful?”
* * *
In the desert outside Kazakhstan, there was a huge secret nuclear test site.
Some of the Soviet leaders, including myself, left Moscow on the pretext of a “vacation for health” and sneaked to Semipalatinsk, where this nuclear test site is located.
Igor Kurchatov, the head of the Soviet nuclear development program, seemed to have an intuition that he had an opportunity to show off his research achievements in front of the Soviet Union.
“In this reactor, uranium in its natural state undergoes a nuclear reaction to become plutonium! To make a nuclear weapon from uranium, less than 1% of the uranium-235 needs to be enriched, but if you react it, you can produce a lot more efficient plutonium!”
All of these achievements were accomplished thanks to the command and full support of the distinguished general secretary, without forgetting the clichéd thanks, and Kurchatov gave us a tour of the reactor.
Molotov, Zhukov, and Vasilebsky looked into the nuclear reactor with a faint blue light due to the Cherenkov phenomenon.
“Be careful! There is a nuclear reaction in progress that emits a huge amount of energy. One of these reactors could provide the electricity a few cities need!”
The pilot-built nuclear power plant was providing power for the smelting of light metals such as aluminum, which the Soviet Union had been unable to produce due to a lack of electricity. As a result, aluminum production has more than tripled for some time now, and most of it has been used to manufacture military aircraft.
The generals nodded, not knowing where the hell could all this aluminum come from.
“The bomb you can make with this… How powerful is that?”
As Vasilebsky asked carefully, Kurchatov tilted his head and scratched his temple, as if it was an interesting question.
“Uh… That may depend on how big you want to scale it. What we made under the command of Comrade General Secretary, that plutonium contains about ten kilograms… .”
only? Even Beria and Molotov made strange expressions as if they were going to do something with only 10 kg. But I remembered it well.
The plutonium bomb, “Fat Man,” dropped on Nagasaki contained about 6 kg of plutonium. Even so, the firepower is more than 20 kilotons of TNT. In other words, it was equivalent to bursting more than 20,000 tons of TNT.
“Let’s count… About 30 kilotons of TNT? It seems to be about that.”
“30 tons? Isn’t it stronger than you think?”
Zhukov said so at the outset. Then Beria and Kurchatov burst into laughter together.
“General Zhukov! Not 30 tons, but 30 kilotons! A thousand times, a thousand times!”
“General Zhukov, a bomb made out of that… It must be the power of dropping 30,000 tons of TNT.”
0.3 tons of TNT because the ‘shock bomb’, an air bomb that we use on a brown bear fighter, is filled with high explosives in a 500 kg box and loaded with 300 kg.
It is said that it can produce as much power as dropping 100,000 of these. I may have misunderstood. By attaching various safety devices, the size of the body will grow to about 5 tons, but… It was no longer empty words that a city could be erased with just one shot.
“We have already succeeded in testing the 22 kiloton class detonation. If we scaled up a little and produced two 30 kiloton-class nuclear weapons prototypes, and succeeded in expanding and operating the nuclear reactor… We can supply plutonium to make dozens of these bombs. If you give me a little more time and budget… .”
“You mean this? Take whatever you want.”
After that, Kurchatov continued to talk to those with money on how to use this weapon system.
“If you mount a warhead like this on a torpedo, blow it up close to the enemy fleet, and then explode it, the waves generated will be enough to neutralize the fleet! Even if it is simply an enemy ship anchored in a port, it is possible to shoot from a distance and run away… .”
Nuclear torpedoes, nuclear cannons, super powerful nuclear bombs, etc. Zhukov and Beria were listening to Kurchatov’s ideas with great interest.
Of course, the age had not yet witnessed the use of nuclear bombs, and seemed to have no idea of the devastation it could create.
To destroy a city was not simply to destroy the production facilities and manpower there, but to kill the civilians in it, a group ranging from children to the elderly. Tens of thousands of people are killed and injured, and their descendants are suffering from radiation exposure… .
Of course, nuclear weapons can be used.
Millions of Soviets have already died. Soldiers were killed by gunfire or abused in brutal German concentration camps, and civilians were slaughtered helplessly. The atrocities committed by Germany were worse than actual history.
If you can stop that madness, you can use any number of nuclear bombs. Even in Japan, where they run like mad and ferociously on the other side of the continent.
Even in order to reduce the sacrifice of the Soviet troops, who may have to die in the hundreds of thousands or even more than a million, because of Model’s defense battle… .
“I am death… I have become the destroyer of the world… .”
“Yes? Comrade secretary? what did you say?”
Oppenheimer, who led the US nuclear development, is said to have said so while watching the results of the nuclear test. I became the destroyer of the world.
And next to him, a scholar named Kenneth Bainbridge, who participated in the nuclear development, said.
Now we’re all assholes.
I became Stalin chapter 137