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Volume 1 On the Songhua River Chapter 2182 The chips are still not enough

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    Stalin was angry. Even when facing Molotov, he couldn't help but jump up. His face was sickly flushed, and his blue-gray eyes shot out angry flames, enough to kill anyone, "Molotov  Comrade Husband, do you know what your suggestion means? It means that the Soviet Union will lose more than one million square kilometers of land and its only outlet to the sea in the Pacific!"

    "It means that you, Comrade Molotov, will become a traitor who betrays the interests of the great Soviet country. Not even an inch of the land we inherited from our ancestors can be lost - let alone ceded to the Chinese.  do you know?"

    Stalin roared, waving his hands in the air mechanically and quickly, and loudly accused Molotov. At this moment, Stalin's face was so terrifying that he wanted to eat Molotov in one bite. Only in Molotov  In front of his husband, Stalin would be so unscrupulous.

    Facing Stalin's morbid rage, Molotov kept a calm face, lowered his eyes, and allowed him to accuse him motionlessly. Molotov knew that Comrade Stalin needed to vent, and he had already anticipated this before making suggestions.  , but it was much weaker than expected. Originally, I thought that Comrade Stalin would drive me out angrily, or order the guards to temporarily detain me.

    Stalin's heart has been filled with pain. When will the Soviet Union rely on ceding territory to seek a chance of survival? Although the territory to be ceded was originally taken from the Manchu Qing government during the period of Tsarist Russia.  What was taken away is now just returned to its original owner!

    but.  Stalin, who was more greedy for territory than anyone else, never believed that these territories should be returned to the Chinese, especially in such a humiliating way.  More than one million square kilometers of land originally belonged to the Soviet Union. The territory inherited from the Tsarist Russia was lost in humiliating ways in its own hands.  He couldn't tolerate it either emotionally or psychologically.

    In Stalin¡¯s mind, there were too many remnants of the old czar, but form was stronger than people.  Stalin roared angrily and vented hysterically. Finally, all the pain and anger were vented. As if he had finished a marathon, he slumped down on the chair with all his strength.  He stared blankly at Molotov, who had a calm face and said nothing. The deep pain was hidden in the latter's eyes.

    Suddenly, Stalin couldn't bear to blame him and said weakly: "Comrade Molotov, what if we still can't satisfy the greedy appetite of the Chinese with these conditions? As far as I know, Tang Qiuli is  Territorial greed is stronger than that of fascist Hitler!¡±

    Molotov was stunned. This was an issue he said he ignored. In his own imagination, the Chinese would be surprised if the Soviet Union offered such a big bargaining chip.  He was overjoyed. I am afraid that even if he was asked to send troops to join forces with the Soviet troops in the east to attack the Japanese, he would agree without hesitation. He would gain both benefits and be able to attack the mortal enemy. For Tang Qiuli, who was used to taking advantage of the situation.  , is something that kills two birds with one stone, and he will be happy to do it.

    Of course, in the proposal, the territory to be ceded is the final bottom line. Molotov, a veteran diplomat, will not show all these cards as soon as they meet. He will bargain like a shrewd businessman.  , every cent must be fought, and the principle is that the Soviet Union pays the minimum price and obtains the maximum benefit.

    The question raised by Stalin was obviously beyond his expectation. Molotov's expression became dull for a moment, and then he asked with a smile: "Comrade Stalin, I'm afraid your worries don't exist.  That Chinese is so greedy that he has no bottom line?¡±

    Stalin sighed silently in his heart, "Greed has no bottom line? Molotov is not a leader after all. He cannot understand that the strongman who rules a country has an almost pathological desire for territory. If it were him, this  More than one million square kilometers of land cannot meet the requirements at all, especially when they have the upper hand. Thinking about it from another perspective, the Chinese Tang Qiuli will definitely gain greater benefits from the Soviet Union. The relationship between countries  This has never been the case throughout the ages!¡±

    Stalin said in a tired voice: "Comrade Molotov, you'd better prepare for the worst, prepare a preliminary plan in the negotiation plan, and try your best to promote the success of the negotiation with Tang Qiuli. We really can't delay it."  get up!"

    Molotov had completely believed Stalin's words, "As expected of a leader, he sees people's hearts and human nature more thoroughly than he does. In comparison, his own perspective on problems is much lower, especially for the Chinese."  Understand, this may be a common trait among leaders, knowing what the other person¡¯s bottom line is!" He thought with secret admiration.

    ¡°Well, Comrade Stalin, in addition to this, we needWhatever comes up, please give me a bottom line!  "Molotov thought for a long time. He felt that as of now, there are not many things that the Soviet Union can come up with to tempt Tang Qiuli - probably, except for territory, the Chinese doesn't care about anything.  will be interested. Therefore, Comrade Stalin must give the final bottom line. At this point, no one dares to make the decision, including himself!

    Stalin was silent for a while, then trudged to the map of the Soviet Union. He refused Molotov's support and picked up a magnifying glass. The muscles on his cheeks were trembling uncontrollably as he examined the map for a long time with stiff fingers.  Falling on an area, "Comrade Molotov, this territory can also be added. Remember, this is the last bottom line of our Soviet Union and no breakthrough is allowed!" He said heavily, his breathing becoming rapid.

    Molotov came closer to the map and looked at it carefully. He immediately understood that the area pointed out by Comrade Stalin covers an area of ??40 kilometers from Lake Balkhash in the south to the Tannu Uryanghai area in the north.  More than 40,000 square kilometers. Of course, these lands that are now in the Soviet Union were still taken by force from the Manchu and Qing court during the period of Tsarist Russia at the end of the last century.

    In other words, the bargaining chips that Comrade Stalin agreed to bring up were all those he had won before, and now that he had lost them, they were not enough to cause such heart-rending pain. "Yes, Comrade Stalin, I understand. Arrange a meeting with Tang immediately."  Do you have any specific instructions for Qiu Li's negotiations?" Molotov asked respectfully.

    Stalin staggered back to his chair, shook his head, and then said, "Nothing more. What do you think about the channels for negotiation with Tang Qiuli?"

    Molotov replied: "Comrade Stalin, I am going to contact Tang Qiuli through our ambassador to China, Comrade Simba Pumiyan, to convey our intention to negotiate. The location of the negotiation will be chosen by the Chinese. If everything goes well  , I will set off within two days!¡±

    Stalin stood up with difficulty, looked at Molotov with complicated eyes, and said: "Comrade Molotov, I'm embarrassing you. You shoulder the arduous mission of determining the future and destiny of the Soviet Union. I am with you in all the infamy."  bear!"

    Molotov choked with sobs, but could not speak. He just squeezed Stalin's hand tightly, then turned and left. His back was so heavy, as if he was carrying a mountain on his back. Outside, the night in Moscow fell.  However, due to the German attack, the smell of gunpowder smoke can already be smelled here. Compared with before, the lights in Moscow at night were sparse and looked much more desolate.

    In the huge office, the shadow of the night filtered in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and everything in the room was shrouded in a layer of illusory blur. Stalin did not turn on the lights, but buried himself in the darkness, with only the light from his pipe flashing from time to time.  , appearing and disappearing, reflecting his pale face.

    On the Far East battlefield, in the shelter of the Soviet Far East Front headquarters, the commander, General Zhukov, buried himself in a pile of statistical tables. Now, there is basically nothing to do. All the measures that should be taken have been taken, including preparing for  With more than one million soldiers, he has won a living space on the battlefield. All that is left is to wait, wait for the Japanese attack like a storm, and wait for a call back from Moscow.

    Zhukov needed to know how much money he had left in his current family. The shells exploded far and near, shaking the soil on the roof of the shelter. It fell with a rustle and fell into the half cup of cold coffee on the shell box. Zhukov frowned.  With a frown, he threw away the coffee, raised his head from the statistics table, walked to the door of the shelter, and looked at the cannonballs dragging dark red tail flames across the night sky, exploding into balls of fire in the distance.

    Even at night, the Japanese troops on both sides of the Breya Mountains and the Kukan Mountains still did not stop attacking. The Far Eastern Front Command, which commanded more than one million troops, was also within the range of Japanese artillery fire. "As a general commander, I  , The life at this moment is no more valuable than that of an ordinary soldier, and it will still be torn apart when a shell falls!" Zhukov thought mockingly.

    Looking from the position of the shelter, the sound of gunfire on the left and right wings of the Far East Front was extremely fierce, and the fire from the explosion was boiling like lava. Those were the four armies of our own, fighting desperately against the Japanese troops attacking the two wings.  Try to ensure that the positions on which the Far East Front's one million troops depend for survival are not compressed into long strips by the Japanese army and become Russian sausages that can be cut by the Japanese.

    "Chirp - chirp - chirp - chirp!" A shrill scream cut through the air from far to near. A dozen large-caliber Japanese artillery shells were fired less than forty or fifty meters away from the shelter.  There was an explosion in the place, the fire suddenly burst out, and there was a shrill and brilliant flash in front of my eyes. Thick earth pillars soared into the sky like a fountain. The huge shock wave spread, and General Zhukov, who was at the entrance of the shelter, was so shocked that he took a few steps back and fell to the ground.  land.

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