I became Stalin chapter 186

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“It’s over… .”

The nuclear bomb dropped on the Japanese archipelago crushed Japan’s war-fighting capabilities and possibilities.

What have I done? The stats coming up calmly were all the more shocking because they were so cool. Estimated hundreds of thousands in Tokyo. Hundreds of thousands in Osaka, Yokohama and Kobe.

“One death is a tragedy, but hundreds of thousands of deaths are a statistic.”

Stalin in me was ridiculed. look at it Isn’t it easy to do?

Or maybe I was just believing that there was Stalin in me. This could have just been my judgment. Roosevelt requested a “carpet nuclear bombardment” so that the United States could collect power data, and I only made the decision on the pretext of securing future aid with Lendless.

Can anyone forgive me? Mother, what would your mother say?

My mother’s wrinkled and limp hands suddenly came to mind. When I was hanging out with the bad boys when I was a kid and I got into an accident, my mother would hit me on the back saying, ‘Soso, the person who is going to become a bride shouldn’t do that’… .

“?!?!”

I got goosebumps on my back, kicked off my chair and jumped up.

My heart suddenly started beating. Why think of your mother’s face… Did you remember Stalin’s mother’s face?

Why did I remember those childhood memories that I had never experienced so vividly? “I” had never contracted smallpox, had never been to a seminary, had never met Stalin’s mother, who had already died in 37 years.

“… .”

Am I Stalin, or am I Stalin?

Life is just a play, but I’ve come this far with the decision to do my best for the role… .

what have i become

Somehow it felt like I needed to reconsider my situation from the beginning.

* * *

“When this is over… What will happen?”

I wrote down the current situation one by one on a small notepad.

‘The war is over.’

‘The Soviet Union is doing much better than history’

‘cold war? possible? impossible? do not know yet.’

And I erased those things. No, that wasn’t the point.

What will happen when the possession is over? As Stalin continues to feel, he was an old man in his 60s, and according to actual history, he didn’t have much time left.

On March 5, 1953, Stalin dies. Although there were several theories about the cause of death, cerebral hemorrhage was to some extent orthodox, and it was difficult to treat it with the medical technology of this era.

can i go back If you go back, in what era will you wake up?

“Is it a changed history? Or is it my original era? .”

Will I wake up and live another day as if it was just a midday dream? Or did all these actions of mine change something?

Somehow, the scene of my office, which I had been accustomed to for so long, felt unfamiliar. Even this may be just a mirage.

“Comrade secretary? May I come in?”

“… come in.”

While I was drenched in thought, a familiar voice spoke to me as I knocked on the door of my office.

“Yes, Vasilebsky. Do you have anything to report?”

“Yes, Comrade Secretary General. Regarding what you’ve been ordering… .”

Carrying heavy papers by hand, Vasilebsky came in with an inconsistent gait.

There were probably a lot of things to deal with because there were not one or two left to me. There was a bitter, bitter laugh.

I didn’t have time to think about whether it was a dream or reality, or what I would be like.

There were not one or two problems in front of me right now. Starting with the reduction of the army and returning millions of Soviets to their homes and jobs, there remained tasks to adjust post-war diplomatic relations and train Third World colonists to feed imperialism.

Vasilebsky, who is taking responsibility for it as the Chief of the General Staff, also looked quite tired.

“Hey, do you like plays?”

“Yes??”

Vasilebsky seemed perplexed by the sudden question. Even if it’s much better for the fortress, he was a dictator who, until recently, used a special excuse to purge people. I also wondered what the intention was in that sudden question.

“Ah… I haven’t had a chance to meet him, but I don’t hate it.

“After the play is over, what do you think the actor will be responsible for for his acting?”

“… .”

The clever man began to ponder the answer, whether he had figured out what I was talking about.

“Comrade General Secretary did a wonderful job.”

After a moment of silence, Vasilebsky answered. Something seemed to be draining out of his body.

It was a reasonable decision for my job to drop a nuclear bomb on Japan, and I could be so sure. Roosevelt, who requested this, probably should bear the same responsibility. could make excuses. Of course, he thought of it as a super cool new bomb, with the difference that I knew what it was.

But I wanted to hear those words from other people’s mouths.

“okay… is it… .”

“Yes, Comrade Secretary General. No one who came could have led the war better than Comrade General Secretary did.”

Vasilebsky has been watching my judgments from the closest point ever since the early days of the war. Because he was the one who realized the orders I gave as Chief of the General Staff.

He did not say good or bad about this bombing order.

There is a possibility that Japanese fascists are being manipulated by capitalism and imperialists as puppets. Roosevelt, not wanting to blame MacArthur, asked to destroy Japan. On this occasion, the Soviet Union’s display of power could be a threat to other non-nuclear imperialist countries, and the liberation movement in the Third World could be more intense.

There were plenty of reasons.

Of course, as a father with children and a family, the removal of tens of thousands of civilians in such a way made me feel guilty… .

“The military was originally like that. I came down this road to make a living, but sometimes I feel like that.”

Vasilebsky’s father was a priest, and his mother was also a priest’s daughter. Growing up in such a devout family, he and some of his brothers committed themselves to the Communist Party and lost contact with their families.

It was Stalin who suggested that he reconnect with his family. ‘Isn’t family a family?’, although it wasn’t something the person who eventually abandoned all of my family would say.

Anyway, Vasilebsky seemed to understand my heart. Is what I’m doing right? What consequences will my work bring? There was not enough time to think about such things one by one, and there were many things to do.

“… Thank you.”

“It’s nothing, Comrade General. On the contrary, I am always grateful.”

After having a bit of trouble with him who smiles warmly again, I will rule this huge country again. Somebody will die in the middle, some will get hurt, and some will blame me.

But what can I do! I wasn’t omnipotent, nor did I have the strength to make everything work in a way that was good for everyone.

And maybe if someone omnipotent is looking at me… he will judge me As I thought when I first entered Stalin’s body, I had no choice but to be faithful to this moment.

“For now, let’s continue to organize Japan.”

Tens of thousands of Soviet troops entered Japan. It will stop in the region of North Japan, which is relatively free from nuclear influence.

* * *

“Oh my gosh… .”

To the north, where it was said to be safe, tens of thousands of refugees were coming up.

Nuclear bombing left the city and its surroundings in ruins. When the Hell Islands descended on Inse, the survivors moved slowly north and north to avoid further destruction.

Seeing the procession that continued from end to end of the horizon, the Soviet army was shocked.

“Hey! Hey! You can’t come here!”

In principle, South Japan was a territory to be handed over to the United States, and so were the people who lived there. It was difficult to understand the American request to scatter ashes where it would be theirs, but they did.

When a diplomatic dispute arises after receiving tens of thousands of refugees for nothing, the soldiers are the ones who use the dump. But the Japanese did not stop.

“Help me! Save me!”

“There… Only death… .”

“What?”

When physically restrained, the Japanese knelt down and said something in their own language. Confused, the Soviet army called a Japanese interpreter.

“It is said that the city was destroyed and a lot of people died. I don’t think the US air raids were like this… .”

“Uh… .”

“If you ask me to give up my property, I will give it to you, and if there is anything you ask me to do, I will do everything, so please just leave me there.”

“No, just bring it up.”

The Soviet officer gave a confused expression and shook his head. The Japanese refugee, who he thought was telling him to return it, burst into tears and banged his head on the floor, and this time shed tears of emotion when the interpreter spoke in a friendly tone.

“Damn it, what are we doing… .”

“uh? there… .”

A young soldier pointed his finger at me. At first glance, there was a commotion going on.

“Hey, damn it. Let’s go!”

“Yes!”

There were several refugees lying around, bleeding and dying. Duot, who were all worn out and dressed in ragged Japanese uniforms, drew their swords and shouted to the frightened refugees.

“As a subject of the Emperor’s Majesty, I can’t be held captive to the end, but to flee cowardly! You don’t even deserve to be called citizens! die!”

“Ahhhhhhhh!!!!”

Without guns, they cut and stabbed the refugees with swords and bamboo spears. Like frightened flocks of sheep, the refugees did not even think to resist and simply died helplessly.

Such was the appearance of those who had learned to fear. In a world where they always considered the soldiers equivalent to the “samurai class” as superior, but even they were destroyed without doing anything, the refugees were literally experiencing the collapse of their worldview.

“Kill! Don’t hurt civilians!”

“Yes! Shoot!”

bang! bang! bang! A gunshot rang out and blood spattered from the chest of a Japanese soldier who was about to hit a crying little girl with a sword.

He groaned with his bloodshot eyes and looked at the direction the bullet came from, and eventually collapsed, vomiting blood.

“Are you okay? Are you okay?”

“Ahhhhhhhh!”

The child, who had been weeping dazedly even after being covered in blood, screamed in tears as if he had finally come to his senses.

Or was it that the Soviet soldiers, who were just looking ugly, were more afraid than the soldiers of their own country who took up a knife and tried to cut them to death, or the superiors who insisted that they remain in their seats even if the bombing occurred?

“No, no! Call the surgeon immediately! Have something to heal people’s cuts!”

“Okay!”

“Calm down everyone! We are… .”

we, what not enemies? After all, are we the root cause of this disaster?

I was momentarily speechless. The interpreter turned white when he saw the blood, but then came back to his senses and looked at him with a puzzled face.

“We are… We will help you… Do not be afraid!”

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