In the wolf den of the Third Empire, Li Le, who had just asked about the transportation supply line, is doing some indoor exercises to exercise.

Although his body is nominally over 50 years old, his health may be only forty years at most. Perhaps in terms of actual age, he may be only in his thirties.

This is an inexplicable advantage he brought after traveling through time. Although it does not conform to scientific explanation, traveling through time itself does not conform to scientific explanation, isn’t it?

So he often does some exercise indoors, such as sit-ups and push-ups, and every morning he has to take his guard to the outside forest.

It is unrealistic to walk into the forest, because there are a large number of mines buried here, and there is no difference between entering the forest and committing suicide.

Who would have thought that the most powerful head of the Third Reich had lived in this forest for almost two months. During this period, he rarely returned to Berlin or went to other places, and regarded it as his second home.

While doing the 100th sit-up, Bauman walked in and saw the head of state exercising on a special recliner, so he quickly found a towel from the side.

The vest with the Imperial Eagle Emblem has been soaked with sweat on the edges, and it looks very powerful.

Of course, Li Le, a future person who has traveled through time, will not be able to develop muscles in a short period of time. It can ensure his health, but there is still no problem at all.

"What's the matter?" Li Le straightened up from the recliner, took the towel handed over by Bauman, wiped the sweat from his face, and spoke.

"My Head of State! The news just came from the front line, Leningrad is ours." Bauman spoke and reported to the head of state in front of him.

Upon hearing the good news, Li Le nodded, handed the towel back to Bauman, and ordered: "Then repair it as soon as possible and use it as a port!"

"Another thing...my head of state." Bauman stood beside Li Le and said, "The front line calls, they found Marshal Voroshilov's military cap and several corpses that were deliberately burned black on the battlefield."

"You mean, we may have killed another Soviet marshal?" Li Le looked at Bauman and asked.

Bauman thought for a while before answering, "Maybe it's not Voroshilov, and we have no way to confirm it, so we can only speculate."

At this time, Leningrad was still in ruins, with many corpses that could not be identified, and many corpses waiting to be identified.

Also, there are about 200,000 prisoners here waiting to be identified. It is really not clear whether any officers at all levels of the Soviet Union had escaped the net.

Only when all these prisoners are identified will people find out who have no whereabouts, and then someone will confirm those more important and senior figures.

Of course, Marshal Voroshilov must be the highest-level enemy commander, and the strength to find him will be the greatest.

But it is possible that the other party hides and does not surrender, or that it may break through the siege and escape... Anyway, there is a high possibility that people are not caught, so the German army needs time to confirm.

Li Le and other commanders at all levels were unwilling to discredit Leningrad's impressive achievements in order to rush to announce the results.

"The telegram from General Hauser, in the port, the Soviet army sank many submarines and warships, so cleaning is a difficult task." Bauman said the problem that the third head of state should know.

After hearing this question, the head of state Li Le was silent for a few seconds and continued to instruct: "Then find a way to make them clean up as quickly as possible. All we need is time!"

...

Sitting in a car heading south, Stalin really wanted to kill people. It was not the invading Germans, but his men.

Why was he so angry? Because his car was driving on a not-so-flat road, and it was bumpy all the way, almost letting him spit out his stomach.

Stalin was not motion sickness, but on this bumpy road, he was motion sickness. The map indicated that he was driving on a spacious and flat avenue.

He still remembers that when his subordinates reported to him a few years ago, they said that it was a very decent highway.

But now, the decent road built with funds is a bumpy and dilapidated road in front of you.

In fact, it is not because of the subordinates who deceived the superiors and subordinates. In fact, when the construction of this highway was built, there was not much funding, and most of them were raised by local governments.

According to Soviet standards, this road is actually a good road: after all, there are still roads, aren’t it? There are still many areas where there are not even roads!

What's more, there were many cavalrymen, armored vehicles, and other trucks and cars in front of them, which had already crushed the road.

Even earlier, many troops who reinforced Moscow were trampled here, and naturally, tanks and armored vehicles passed by here, so it was natural to damage some road surfaces.

So many vehicles passed by here, the road surface had already become no longer flat. When it was Stalin's turn to pass by, it naturally became rugged.

"It's so damn! I really should have arrested and hanged all the people who built this road! Corruption criminals! Enemies of the people!" Stalin sat in the car and cursed.

Originally, the road to the south could be used as a train, but after being attacked by air raid, no one dared to continue walking southeast according to the original plan.

If there is another bombing, who can bear the charge of framing Comrade Stalin? So no one has to insist. Soon everyone unified the argument and followed Stalin's instructions.

Stalin was unwilling to continue to go to Chelyabinsk, so he chose the highway and began to head south to Stalingrad.

Vatujing was very obedient and led an elite army of about a regiment, following Stalin's guards to protect Stalin's personal safety along the way.

But along the way, whether it is Vatujing or Stalin, they are actually very troubled by this so-called highway.

The secretary sitting in the passenger seat didn't look very good-looking, and he had a delicate body, so how could he have suffered such a crime?

"Great leader Comrade Stalin! Great leader Comrade Stalin! The telegram I just received!" A cavalry caught up with Stalin's car on a war horse, brought a reins on one side, and shouted loudly.

Of course, it is impossible for war horses to catch up with cars easily, but because this is a convoy, the speed of traveling is actually not fast.

As we walked along the way, we could walk less than 100 kilometers a day.
Chapter completed!