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Molotov, the diplomat who had just returned from Dragon Country, also joined the discussion.

"I must warn everyone that what I saw and heard in Dragon Country was shocking."

"Their industrial and military strength far exceeded our expectations. Their cities are even more modern than Moscow, and their factories and armies are well-organized. This is by no means the image of a backward country."

“We must reassess the threat that Longguo may pose in the future.”

These words made the atmosphere in the meeting room even more tense.

A glimmer of victory flashed in Belia's eyes.

"See! They already have enough strength. There must be deeper strategic considerations behind this proposal!"

Khruv had a different view: "Comrade Molotov's observations just prove my point."

"If the Dragon Nation is already so powerful, then they could pose a threat in the future, whether we agree or not. In this case, we should enlist their immediate assistance to overcome the current crisis first."

"This is short-sighted!" Kaganovich slammed his fist on the table. "Precisely because the Dragon Nation is already so powerful, we must not give them the opportunity to expand further!"

“These railways will extend their influence directly into Europe, undermining our position as the bridge between Europe and Asia!”

The debate became increasingly heated, with several senior officials even standing up and accusing each other of "betraying national interests" or "taking blind risks."

The Politburo seemed to be split into two equally powerful camps, neither of which could convince the other.

Just as the debate was about to heat up, Joseph, who had remained silent until then, suddenly raised his hand. The entire conference room immediately fell silent, and everyone's eyes were focused on him.

Joseph paced in front of the window of the Kremlin, gazing at the night view of Moscow in the distance.

At this moment, the fate of one of the most powerful empires in the world is now completely in his hands, and one decision may lead to the eternal survival or demise of the Soviet Empire.

He slowly walked towards his desk, where a huge map of Eurasia was spread out.

His fingers gently stroked the imaginary railway line on the map - extending from the heart of Longguo, through Menggu and Siberia, to the heart of Europe.

This railway will change the geopolitical landscape of Eurasia and may also completely overturn Russia's historical status as a bridge between the East and the West.

“Is this the choice of history?”

Joseph muttered, a rare hint of vulnerability in his voice.

"Give up tomorrow's hegemony for today's survival?"

He picked up the pipe on the table and slowly filled it with tobacco, but did not light it immediately.

In his mind, the warnings of Beria and Kaganovich kept echoing - this railway might become a Trojan horse for the Dragon Country to infiltrate the heart of the Soviet Union in the future, and a dagger pointing directly at the heart.

On the other hand, Khrushchev and Zhukov’s words were equally deafening—if Moscow fell, all these worries would become meaningless.

Joseph finally lit his pipe and took a deep drag.

The smoke formed complex swirls under the light, just like a reflection of his thoughts.

As a tough leader, Joseph was never afraid to make difficult decisions.

Under his rule, the Soviet Union underwent a painful industrialization and collective farming process that cost millions of lives;

During World War II, he adopted a "scorched earth policy", preferring to burn his own land rather than leave it to the Han people; all this was to ensure the strength and survival of the Russian bear.

And now, history has once again pushed him to a crossroads where he must make a choice.

"Molotov," finally, after hesitating for a long time, Joseph finally spoke again.

His voice regained its usual firmness.

"We accept the Dragon Nation's terms. You must return to the imperial capital immediately and sign the relevant agreements."

"At the same time, have the military intelligence department prepare a plan to support the Far Eastern Corps' retreat."

This decision marks a major shift in the balance of power in Eurasia and also means a historic adjustment in the strategic focus of the Russian Empire.

Joseph knew very well that he would be regarded by some as a traitor who betrayed the national interests.

But he also believes that if this decision can ensure the survival of the Soviet Union, history will ultimately prove that his choice is correct.

And so, that long night in the Kremlin, the strongman made one of the most controversial decisions of his reign.

The fate of an empire has thus changed its trajectory...

……

A few days later, when Molotov signed a ceasefire agreement with Longguo.

Hundreds of kilometers away from Moscow, on the battlefield of Stalingrad, a life-and-death battle is underway.

Captain Ivan Petrovich lay in the ruins of a half-destroyed building, using the cover of the wall to observe the NATO positions on the other side of the Volga River.

His face was covered in dust and blood, and his eyes were bloodshot from not sleeping for seventy-two hours.

Next to him, the radio operator Doroshenko was trying to contact the command center using a radio that was almost out of power.

"Damn it, no signal again," Doroshenko cursed under his breath, slapping the device tiredly. "We haven't received any instructions from headquarters for three days."

"Keep trying," Petrovich's voice was hoarse but firm. "Those NATO bastards are gathering on the other side of the river. It looks like they're planning a new offensive."

"We need support, even if it's just a little ammunition."

Doroshenko gave a wry smile. "Support? Comrade Captain, I'm afraid there isn't enough ammunition in all of Stalingrad."

"Yesterday Kolya told me that the men of the 32nd Infantry Company have begun fighting with bayonets and stones."

Petrovich did not respond, but continued to observe the other side through his binoculars.

NATO tanks are gathering, with US-made M48 Patton tanks forming a long line, followed by armored vehicles and infantry.

In the air, several F-15 Eagle fighter jets circled and roared, providing cover for the ground troops.

In contrast, there are almost no heavy weapons on the Russian side's defense line, only a few sparse anti-tank guns and some light mortars, most of which are in ruins.

"Lev, gather all those who can fight," Petrovich said to the sergeant beside him, "We must be ready to meet their attack."

Sergeant Lev Ivanovich nodded and hurried away.

However, after Ivanovich left, a trace of confusion suddenly flashed in Petrovich's eyes.

Petrovich knew that his platoon had lost nearly 70% of its personnel, and most of the remaining soldiers were injured and had little ammunition left.

Just two days ago, their last T-64 tank was destroyed by a NATO air strike, the turret was blown dozens of meters away, and all the crew members were killed.

Welcoming the attack?

How can we meet them if we don’t even have a weapon with a slightly larger caliber?

Just relying on your own flesh and blood...