Chapter 143

Logic Game

On the morning of February 22, 1946, Leningrad...

Under the warm winter sun, with his forehead wound that had not completely swelled, Svalai Gia Matsov stood in front of the gate of the Chika Barracks. This Soviet combat hero, the major general of the Army, suffered gunshot wounds on both sides of his shoulders during the Patriotic War. He left permanent trauma due to the lack of proper treatment. Until today, his arms cannot move like normal people, and even cannot pick up his young daughter. However, despite leaving the front-line combat troops and being transferred to the logistics department, he is still so diligent and hardworking, has a good reputation among his colleagues, and is regarded as a role model for learning by many young juniors. Few people know that he has had twice - plus the unfortunate experience of being captured by the enemy three times last night, the mental damage is even more serious!

Confused, hesitant, and hesitated, even the guards at the gate gave him a curious look. Finally, he took firm and powerful steps as before, and when the guards saluted him, he raised his right arm with a standard military salute.

Entering the barracks, Mattsov, who was neatly dressed but slightly messy in his hair, walked straight to the building where his office was, the General Logistics Department of the Leningrad Military Region. The highest commander here was General Lotnikov, a veteran who was sixty years old and made great achievements during the war. He was rude, straightforward and harsh, and was famously loud, even when talking to the marshals and even the great leaders.

It's right.

Entering the office building, Mattsov did not go to his office first as usual to put down his briefcase. He walked to General Lotnikov's office with an extremely serious expression. The deputy officer saw that he had a wound on his head and looked strange again. He asked kindly, but he glared at him with an extremely cold look: "Is General inside?"

The general's deputy officer was stunned for a moment: "In..."

"Who is talking outside?" An unhappy voice came from the door. Everyone knows that General Lotnikov has a few habits. Every morning, regardless of sunshine, rain and snow, he would go to the suburbs to storm horses. After he arrived at the office, he would not listen to any reports. He picked up the internally printed information newspapers to browse the world's major events that have happened recently. At this time, he did not like others to disturb him. Therefore, unless there were particularly important things, the subordinate officers would avoid this period of time. More than half a year had the war ended, and even the Finns had kneeled and compromised. What other urgent matters could the logistics department of the Leningrad Military Region have?

Mattsov made up his mind and replied loudly: "Comrade General, it's me, Mattsov, I have something urgent to report to you."

The tone of the person inside was still that cold: "Come in!"

Mattsov glanced at the general's deputy, tidied up his collar, and pushed the door open and went in.

Before Mattsov could stand at his desk, General Lotnikov held the hot teacup and said, "What's wrong with you? Was someone sneak attacked?"

Mattsov did not answer, but said anxiously: "The big thing is not good, Comrade General!"

"It's true that something is not good. Last night's incident was very bad!" General Lotnikov replied.

Mattsov frowned involuntarily: "Do you... know everything?"

General Lotnikov snorted coldly: "I knew this kind of news early on! Damn American imperialism, since defeating the Germans, their evil nature has been revealed again! High-speed centrifuge? Joke! How could we attack a neighbor with a firm and neutral attitude for two insignificant machines? We will never do such stupid things that can cause trouble!"

"You are not talking about..." Mattsov seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, but his brows were still frowning tightly.

"What? Didn't you come to tell me about the explosion at the Nobel Laboratory in Stockholm last night?" General Lotnikov looked at this subordinate who was usually serious but rarely so serious.

But Mattsov answered the question irrelevantly: "Was the Nobel Laboratory in the Swedish capital really attacked last night?"

"Yes!" General Lotnikov pushed the newspapers and magazines in front of him, with black and white words written clearly on them, just a photo taken on the spot. "God..." Mattsov grinned and said, "Comrade General, we are now sitting on the crater!"

The white-haired veteran was confused: "What do you mean?" Mattsov shook his head: "I'll tell you a long story! The Americans have transported a Yuanhe Zixie bomb to Leningrad. Just wait for Comrade Stalin and military and political officials to arrive and attend tomorrow's Red Army Day parade to attend the nuclear hexagram. General Lotnikov was stunned.

"These news is a German spy who works in the United States. I have met him on the battlefield and can be sure that he was once a SS officer who carried out special combat missions. He has been lurking in the Soviet Union after the war. He is willing to help us, but the condition is..."

Before Matsov's explanation was finished, General Lotnikov interrupted him: "Wait, Comrade Matsov, you just said this was the message given to you by German spies?" Celestial Harmony, you understand. "Yes, Comrade General, this sounds incredible and seems to be full of doubts. But the reason why these German spies lurked in our country for a long time after being bribed by the United States is to support the United States to carry out some extremely evil actions, and they can tell the exact weight of the Arizona Harmony bomb transported in this time. They also said that the US will use the Swedish Nobel Laboratory to frame us - when the Arizona Harmony bomb explodes in Leningrad, they will induce public opinion and make the whole world think that we are in Lenin.

Gret established the factory of the original Harmonic Momentum, and the explosion caused by technical failures." Stimulated by anxiety, Mattsov spoke far faster than usual, so that General Lotnikov was so focused that he was overwhelmed with listening. After Mattsov finished speaking, he closed his eyes and pressed his temples with his hands, with a painful expression to clarify the way of thinking about the words. After a while, he opened his eyes again and stared at Mattsov: "If this is the case, we must report this to the central government immediately, so that Comrade Stalin and the Supreme Presidium of the Soviet Union and the People's Committee of the National Defense Department would evacuate, and then organize a great retreat for the entire city of military and civilians. Also, where is the Yuanhe Zixi Momentum?"

Mattsov shook his head: "Only when the conditions are met, the Germans will tell us the location of the Arizoto-Mujiu bomb. They will also disarm the Arizoto-Mujiu bomb and hand it over to us safely."

"What?" General Lotnikov, who was carrying three Venus stars on his shoulders when he heard that the Yuanheziko bomb might fall into his hands intact, was shocked. He looked at Mattsov with incredible eyes, and after a moment, he remembered to ask, "What are their conditions?"

Mattsov quickly replied: "Give them a lot of money, release dozens of relatives who were held in prison camps, and cancel their arrests."

"If the Yuanhezimu bomb is real, it is absolutely true..." General Lotnikov said very urgently, "We can completely agree to their request, absolutely!"

Mattsov said with some embarrassment: "But they asked for a personal promise from Comrade Stalin that they could not meet, but just by phone, but to make them sure that the person who promised them was our Comrade Stalin."

General Lotnikov finally frowned, and he knew very well that once the matter was sent to the Chairman of the Supreme Presidium of the Soviet Union, the Supreme Leader of the Alliance, no matter whether it was a truth or a lie, they would have any concealment and flexible approach.

After hesitating for a long time, the general asked, "Comrade Mattsov, do you think this matter is reliable? That German spy..."

"Comrade General, I can only say that the possibility of this matter is half to half." Mattsov replied incredibly.

"Half to half...half to half..." General Lotnikov left his desk with his hands behind his back, and forced himself to frown and paced back and forth in the office.

At this critical moment, Mattsov said another sentence: "Comrade General, although this situation is very humiliating, the fact is that the German spies rushed to my house last night at the risk of being shot dead at any time. The wound on my head was given by them. Because they shot my comrades and my hatred for them reached the point where they would never allow the other party to live, so they tied me up and said this to me."

General Lotnikov held his foot and looked at the wound on Mattsov's forehead. It was common to fall in the snowy weather on the ground, but if you look at the wound carefully, it really didn't look like an ordinary bump.

"You mean... they rushed to your house at night, subdued you in our military district, but did not kill you and your family, but negotiated with you?"

"Yes, Comrade General." Mattsov said bravely with his chest raised.

General Lotnikov looked at his watch and asked, "Do they know that Comrade Stalin is already in Leningrad?"

Mattsov replied: "I think they probably don't know, and I can't reveal this to them."

Lotnikov nodded: "From the overall perspective, I can only take the risk of falsely reporting the military information to the central government. I hope I can evacuate Comrade Stalin and relevant personnel from Leningrad. As for the German spies... I don't care if you contact them, and find a way to stabilize them. I am not sure whether Comrade Stalin is willing to negotiate terms with these devils and scums, but the Yuanhe Zixiao bomb is very precious to us and we must find every way to get it!"

Mattsov sighed: "They took my family away and asked for my office phone number. After 10 o'clock, I must stay there and go nowhere, and wait for them to contact me."
Chapter completed!