I became Stalin chapter 92

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The dispatch of the special envoy and the brief armistice agreement were handled smoothly.

Molotov, who had already been to Germany once for the Molotov-Ribbentrop Treaty, was dispatched to Germany as a special envoy, and I called Wallace and other American delegations to lubricate them.

Sending a special envoy actually has other hidden intentions, but if the US thinks this is a poison-ox trying to get their hands on each other, it’s because the Soviet Union is the shit.

Well, as a result, the US seemed to think that the Soviet Union, which had already been beaten once, did not have any advantage in flirting with Germany.

And since the armistice was signed earlier… I decided to write a few more tricks.

“Come on, come on, come on… !”

It was March, and dozens of Soviet trucks entered Lovno’s Army Group Confederate headquarters through a blizzard.

German soldiers stared at the trucks with puzzled expressions.

“What is all that… ?”

Soviet soldiers driving trucks also looked around with a very wary look. The German supply officer, who walked through the soldiers, found the Soviet officer who was leading the truck as if he could not believe it, even though it was an order from the top.

“chocolate… 150 tons, you mean?”

“That’s right. 15 kg, 144 boxes with 10,000 pieces. The German side agreed to take responsibility for the unloading… .”

The Soviet officer’s German was quite fluent, but he didn’t seem to understand what the hell was going on.

What is the purpose of sending 1.4 million chocolates as a ‘gift’ for German soldiers?

It is only a fraction of the chocolate consumed by the Soviet Army per week, not even one in front of millions of Soviet soldiers, but why would this be given to the German Army?

But looking around, he soon realized.

Compared to the Soviet soldiers, who gained weight because they had eaten a lot of things such as chief’s cutlets, spam stew, and American chocolate, the German soldiers had their eyes widened. Crowds of military uniforms with sunken cheeks and scorched black spots came from all over the place.

“Chocolate, chocolate.”

“rice… give me food… .”

“Hey! Everyone get away!”

Gossip echoed among the assembled soldiers, their eyes gleaming with strange enthusiasm as they watched the boxes being unloaded from the truck.

Soon, the German supply officers noticed the ugliness the soldiers were seeing and drove them away, but while they slowly backed away, the German soldiers never took their eyes off the chocolate box.

The junior officers didn’t know, but Chernyahovsky, the new commander of the Southwest Front, who was responsible for sending 1.44 million chocolates to the Germans, and his staff knew why they were doing it.

Near Lovno, where the German Army Group South headquarters is located, a hut under a small hillside guarded by a Soviet and a German platoon.

When he met the commander of the opposing side, the model marshal, he recalled in his heart the order the general secretary had given himself.

“A little late, but happy birthday! Model enemies. It is truly an honor to meet you like this.”

“Oh, thank you. How do you know my birthday… .”

The model, who sincerely did not expect to receive a birthday celebration here, consistently maintained a witty attitude instead of her usual fiery and chirping voice.

How did Stalin know, he said he had admired the model marshal and sent him a pocket watch adorned with gold, platinum and 51 diamonds to commemorate his 51st birthday, which just passed.

Seeing an incredibly flashing clock that was made in the workers’ country, the Soviet Union, Marshal Model read the secretary’s handwritten letter and wondered why he had such an attitude toward the enemy chief.

[The letter pays tribute to the righteous commander who stopped the deployment of ‘German sex slaves’ and condemned the pimps, the model general of the German Army], but is that really all?

Anyway, the model sent a polite reply to Stalin.

[I’m a soldier, and I’m just doing what I’m supposed to do as a soldier. Also, this watch you sent me is too luxurious to own as a soldier. It would be unheard of for a field soldier who had to live with the soldiers to receive such a watch, no matter who sent it.]

Then, Stalin had a different proposal this time.

[I was truly touched by the heart of the model foe who cares for the soldiers. If the clock doesn’t work, how about something for the soldiers?]

The model was stunned by the general secretary’s offer to send 150 tons of chocolate to the Soviets. Why are you doing this?

“I will eat the chocolate you send me well.”

Of course I don’t know if I will eat it or not. I don’t know what the Soviets put there.

It did no harm to the Germans. Whether the chocolate for the Soviet Army was burned or buried, it didn’t lose anything, so it’s accepted… Eating is something to watch and do first.

You can try a few experiments, and if there is nothing wrong with it, you can give it to the soldiers.

“Hahahahaha, you don’t have to worry about what you might have put in there. Right now, Molotov’s People’s Commissar for Foreign Affairs is visiting his country, and we don’t know what will happen to him if we do our best here… .”

Chernyakhovsky grinned and muffled his words, and the model, as she listened to the interpreter, was able to guess that the words had bones.

‘The gunner is crazy. It is difficult to judge a normal situation.’

It could be said that he was a benefactor who was selected and promoted to the 3rd rank, and placed in the rank of an enemy, but he could not say that he was not a madman. The model would sometimes repeat to herself.

‘This regime is a criminal regime.’

Leading the war as the commander of the German army was an honor that would no longer exist as a soldier. However, this regime was a criminal regime, and he deserved to be called a co-worker, the head of co-workers.

‘What will be the responsibility after the war?’

Just being an enemy was an overstatement, no, it was an excessive honor. Even the Soviet Union treated him like a flattery.

However, it was naive to think that the Soviet Union treats him like this only now, but their attitude will not change even when defeat approaches.

“Hahaha, it can be. The soldiers will be very much looking forward to it.”

Chocolate was an offer that was hard to refuse.

The soldiers needed nutrition, they needed pleasure. Once it is randomly selected, it will be judged by feeding it to prisoners of war or military dogs.

And by the way, when Molotov, who is the second-in-command of Stalin, is on an envoy to Germany, is he going to use such shallow tactics?

The model, herself, had ears to hear, and knew how the Soviet Molotovs had been so savage with diplomats that they put Germany in trouble.

There is no way Stalin would throw away such a supreme trophy. Rather, the Führer might harm him, but… Even the fortified Marshal Göring or his henchmen like Himmler would not approve of such a thing.

* * *

The model and Chernyakhovsky chatted for a while like that.

The two-week temporary ceasefire energized the war-tired soldiers of both armies, and when the two commanders allowed the guards to rest in peace, the guards began beckoning and talking to each other in every nook and cranny.

“Well… ? Model Marshal, could you introduce me to the officers who accompanied you?”

“Yes? That’s right. This is my friend Hans-Valentin Hube. And this young lieutenant… .”

‘Klaus von Stauffenberg.’

Chernyakhovsky could remember the face. In the commander’s handwritten order, his face and name were written with two underscores, and I don’t know why he put so much effort into the general’s deputy lieutenant colonel, young lieutenant colonel, but some instructions were written.

Lieutenant Colonel Stauffenberg got up when his name was called and saluted the enemy commander in a stiff and awkward way.

“Oh, I see. nice to meet you. nice to meet you.”

When Chernyakhovsky asked for a handshake, Director Hube was greeted with an awkward smile.

Lieutenant Colonel Klaus von Stauffenberg also received the enemy’s handshake with a stiff military attitude. Chernyakhovsky grabbed his hand very tightly and waved it long.

“You are a very handsome young soldier. How old are you?”

“Oh, I was born in 07. Your Excellency.”

“You are the same age as me. Ha ha ha ha ha.”

Chernyakhovsky said with a big smile.

No, did such a young man become a captain? If you were born in 07… He must have been a young boy who could not even enter the military gates during the Red and White Civil War, when Soviet soldiers achieved rapid advancement, and he must have just become an officer during the great purge in the 30s.

It’s been less than a year since the war broke out, but how much major did you get to receive 4 stars, the rank of captain and commander of the front forces?

Stauffenberg also seemed absurd, but he did not show any publicity and was consistent with a business-like attitude.

To be honest, Chernyakhovsky himself did not know.

Shortly after Operation Barbarossa, General Stalin gave him the rank of Major General (1 star) and the post of division commander as a first-class special promotion. He was promoted to lieutenant general with merit, but he did not even know that he would be able to skip the award and go to the rank of captain in an instant.

The former commander of the Southwestern Front, General Kyrphonos, was badly wounded and was appointed to the position. Others were half joking and half serious, saying maybe he was the secretary’s hidden son, and even his father seemed to doubt his mother’s chastity.

‘You must have a meaning.’

Normally, a lieutenant colonel like this handsome friend, or a colonel if it was quick, would have been appropriate, but he had to be humble because he was on the rise.

Anyway, things turned out to be easier than I thought.

At a meeting of the staff, Marshal Vasilebsky had this to say:

“We do not know all the intentions of the general secretary, and so is his power. The most inferior of the ministers and generals will only be the secretary’s instruments, the slightly better ones will be limbs, and the most excellent can only be his assistants.”

Chernyakhovsky was not overconfident in his own abilities. Just do what you are told to do.

If I wanted to do the best job the general secretary had now, I had to work hard with the model foe.

I remember the first time I met my wife. Although the goal is less attractive than it was then. If you compare a blunt middle-aged German soldier with a young and beautiful woman, wouldn’t it be natural to want to talk to the latter?

‘But if it’s black, it should be. Is there anything else?’

“Does Lieutenant Colonel Stauffenberg have children? Ha ha ha ha ha!”

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