On the morning of May 19, 1943, Vlasov's convoy slowly drove into the second capital of the Soviet Union from the highway north of Leningrad, and was besieged by the German army for nearly a year.

On this day, the sky of Leningrad was covered with dark clouds, the spring rain fell, and the warm sea breeze blew from the Baltic Sea.

But it was obviously spring breeze and rain, but it could not give people the feeling that everything was about to recover. Instead, it allowed the Soviet hero and Red Army general who entered the city (to be promoted to general because of the rescue of Leningrad) to a chill of winter.

The originally prosperous city of Leningrad is now very depressed, but the city is basically without traces of being ravaged by war. Most of the buildings on both sides of the street are intact, but it seems that there are no residents! Most of the windows facing the street are closed, the curtains are also pulled, and the windowsills are empty. Occasionally, you can see some flower pots without flowers and plants placed there, allowing the wind and rain to blow.

There were some people on the street, thin, pale, and numb, standing there, looking at the Red Army convoy entering the city with a complex and cold look, no one cheered. General Vlasov felt as if he had entered a German city liberated by the Red Army, rather than the glorious red city of Leningrad.

"How could this happen?" Vrasov whispered General Hojin who accompanied him into the city. He was the outgoing commander of the Leningrad Front, and General Vrasov would be taken over.

General Hojin smiled bitterly and whispered to Vrasov: "Comrade General, this city is different from before being surrounded!"

"Different?" Vrasov was stunned. He had been to Leningrad more than once and was very familiar with it, but now he felt unfamiliar.

"It's different!" Vrasov nodded, "But why is this?"

"Because of being besieged."

"Being besieged?" Vrasov didn't understand what was going on, "Isn't it a relief now?"

"It's a relief, but most of the people in Leningrad are different from before."

"Different?" Vlasov looked at the skinny people standing on the street and said to himself: I have lost a lot of weight... But in addition to being thin, they still seem to give people a strange feeling.

"Where is the problem?" Vrasov asked again.

"Ingredients!" Huojin sighed, "They have a problem with the ingredients."

"Ingredients problem?" Vrasov was stunned and stunned, "How could there be problems with the ingredients?"

This is incredible. After Leningrad was surrounded for more than half a year, the residents inside changed from working class to bourgeoisie. How is this possible?

"It's the family of overseas relations and the *** elements!" Huo Jin said in a low voice.

In the Soviet Union during the Stalinian era, overseas relations and the families of *** territories were both troublesome issues! Those with overseas relations were untrusted, and if this overseas relations were overseas territories, it would be even more troublesome...

"Sea...Overseas relations? Family members of the *** elements?" Vlasov looked surprised, "Is it related to siege?"

Huojin nodded.

These generals Vlasov were completely confused. Can they still siege overseas relations? Can they still siege their families?

General Huojin sighed and said, "Isn't it all because there is no food? When Leningrad was besieged, there were not many grain reserves in the city, and there were more than 2 million people in the city, which was not enough. As a last resort, Leningrad Prefecture and the city had to make a resolution to strictly investigate the suspects and expel the unstable elements. A total of hundreds of thousands of people were expelled..."

"Hundreds of thousands of times have been expelled? They are all..." When Vrasov greeted, he was sweating coldly on his forehead.

"Everyone has surrendered to the reactionary empress and became Belarus!" General Huojin said in a tone that seemed to be a death. "The reactionary empress took in everyone and provided them with food to fill their stomachs."

"So they are all Belarus..." General Vrasov suddenly felt like hell, "The relatives of Belarus are all..."

Huojin pointed to the "slim people" outside the car window and said, "Those are... because most of the people who are expelled are useless people, and strong people are not among them."

OK, Vlasov thought to himself: More than 2 million Leningrads expelled hundreds of thousands and became Belarus, and more than one million became Belarus relatives... These people are definitely relatives and overseas relations! No wonder this city gives people a strange feeling. This place is no longer the glorious Leningrad, but Petrograd, where the families of the *** elements gather.

If it was not the Red Army who entered the city, but Her Majesty's White Army, there would probably be cheering crowds on these streets?

"This is not possible!" Vlasov took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat beads on his forehead. "It's all the family members of ***... How can this city be defended? What if someone riots? They have to be taken away from Leningrad as soon as possible."

*** Of course, the family members are not qualified to obtain a Leningrad household registration. This is a rule that the people of the Soviet Union know!

"The city knows this Comrade Zhidanov and Leningrad Prefecture..." Huojin smiled bitterly, "But there are too many people, and a considerable number of them have weapons, and they are militias from Leningrad City."

“How many are there?”

"300,000..."

"The family of 300,000 armed ***ers!?" General Vrasov suddenly felt like he was hit by a scoundrel.

He finally became the general and commander of the front army, but a small part of the troops below were *** families! Moreover, the city guarded was full of *** families. How should he be the commander?

"Did Comrade Stalin know about this?" Vrasov asked immediately.

General Hojin nodded and said, "Comrade Zhidanov has gone to Moscow and should report this matter."

Vlasov nodded, but his brows became tighter and tighter. This is the family of 300,000 armed forces! And it is still in Leningrad, which is located on the front line, if it is not handled well...

...

"Comrade Molotov, I am Duke Felix Yusupov, and I am honored to meet you in Switzerland."

Geneva, Baihe Hotel. Molotov, who was about to leave Switzerland in shame and return to Moscow, suddenly met a close friend of the uninvited Russian Queen Oliga, the commander of the Guards, Yusupov, in the restaurant of the hotel where he was staying.

"You...what do you want to do?" Molotov looked around nervously, and was looking at his guards. Those people should not let the middle-aged man who claimed to be Duke Yusupov approach him. But after looking around, he found in despair that there were two young men dressed in gentlemen around his guards... obviously all were controlled. It seemed that Duke Yusupov did not seem to be fake.

"Can I sit down?" Prince Yusupov pulled a chair and sat down without waiting for Molotov to answer, then placed an envelope on the dining table and pushed it to Molotov.

"This is……"

"His Majesty's handwritten letter." Yusupov smiled and said, "Your Majesty will be restored soon, but she and us have left Russia for too long and do not know how to govern Russia now. So your Majesty needs experienced senior Soviet officials, and you are the best among them. If you are willing to join us, your Majesty will be the Duke of you, just like me. How about it? Duke of Molotov?"

What? That's Duke Molotov?

Molotov rolled his eyelids, what's going on? Is the reactionary queen really going to grow bigger or is she joking about herself? And is this person who claims to be Duke Yusupov true or false?

And... how much did Oliga write about this damn surrender letter?

As a loyal G-speaking warrior, Molotov certainly would not be bribed by a duke's sneak attack and immediately rejected the so-called Duke Yusupov (actually this person is not the real Yusupov, but the letter was indeed written by Oliga). However, Molotov did not let "Yusupov" take away the letter of surrender, which is valuable evidence to prove Molotov's innocence, so Molotov decided to bring the letter back to Moscow and hand it over to Comrade Stalin.

After "Duke Yusupov" left, Molotov immediately left the White Crane Hotel and took a bus to the Soviet Embassy far away in Zurich, preparing to report the matter to Stalin first using the embassy's radio station.

But he had just arrived at the embassy in Zurich and had not had time to send a telegram to Moscow, he received an even more surprising news from Mrs. Corente.

US Ambassador to Switzerland Kennedy went to Berlin, the capital of Germany!

"What? Kennedy went to Berlin? Is this true?" Molotov became nervous immediately when he heard the news.

The current world war is about fighting and talking. Not only are the Soviet Union and Germany talking, but the United States and Germany also negotiate in private secretly. Switzerland, a European neutral country, is the best place for secret negotiations. The Soviet embassy and intelligence network in Switzerland are of course responsible for monitoring the secret negotiations between the United States and Germany.

"Know where the negotiations between the Americans and the Germans are going?" Molotov asked.

"It's not very clear, but since Kennedy was willing to go to Berlin, he must have received orders from the US State Department." Mrs. Curente said, "This shows that the Germans have offered conditions that can really make Americans tempted."

The conditions that make the Americans move are nothing more than betraying Japan, while the United States betraying the Soviet Union...

Molotov's face turned pale, "Report this situation to the Supreme Command immediately! In addition, we must report a situation to the Supreme Command. The Russian Empress is now trying to win over our comrades!"
Chapter completed!