My Third Empire

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"Woo ... Woo ..." In late night in Moscow, Zhukov was woken up by a stern alarm bell. His secretary had hurried to the living room, and the guards were busy, preparing to protect their goal. Zhukov left the building. Luxurious room.

"What's going on? What's going on?" Zhukov looked at his men in horror. He was not scared by the sudden air strike alarm, but countless possibilities in his mind flashed after the air strike. .

With his carefully planned counterattack plan, the German army, supported by countless intelligence, lacked fuel. The starting point for the preparation of the combat plan has now been shaken, and even he himself has raised doubts, not to mention Stalin who had already doubted the intelligence.

How did the German bombers come? Does the German army in the north-central theater of the Eastern Front lack fuel? These problems began to linger in Zhukov's mind. This made him start to doubt whether the information in his hands was correct, and began to worry about whether Stalin, who was already suspicious of the ghosts, would shake the plan to fight south.

Was this a method used by the Germans to confuse him and prevent him from going south to join the war, or was the Germans full of oil and launched both offensive operations from the north and the south? Zhukov felt that his mind was in a mess, and he felt a sense of powerlessness.

In the silent night sky, the Soviet anti-aircraft artillery position fired wildly, and countless 85-mm caliber anti-aircraft guns were fighting back desperately. All Soviet soldiers knew that behind them was the capital of their motherland, the Kremlin of Stalin, the sacred and inviolable great leader.

One after another anti-aircraft artillery shell was hit by a slender barrel into the sky, and then exploded at a set height, illuminating the scenery around the sky, and then all the Soviet anti-aircraft artillery units were horrified I saw that the dense German bombers were actually flying higher than the set explosion height of the Soviet anti-aircraft artillery shells.

The Germans did not seem to mean dropping bombs, so most of the Soviet anti-aircraft guns could not pose a threat to the German bombers. Over Moscow, German aircraft began to open the bomb bay, and the bombs were mounted one by one. Throw out of the cabin.

These bombs roared down in the thin air and rushed to the ground more than 10,000 meters with a whistle. Then the fuzes of these bombs hit hard buildings or the ground, immediately igniting the bomb inside, sending out a huge and powerful explosion.

A bomb exploded on the edge of the Moscow city, but the loud noise still reached Marshal Zhukov's room. The secretary could not care that Zhukov hadn't put on his own clothes, so he pulled on Zhukov's sleeves. Surrounded by, he helped Zhukov leave his residence.

When they walked out of the room, the second bomb that had fallen from the sky exploded in the distance, and the sky on the edge of Moscow was illuminated by the blasting fire. It was clear that some tall buildings stood in the firelight. Zhu Kefu had never imagined this kind of scene. The fact that Moscow was attacked by the enemy was nothing like a fantasy.

"My God ..." Regardless of the German bomber approaching above his head, Zhukov, with the help of guards and assistants, bypassed the yard and went to the nearby bomb shelter, he looked at the fire in the distance and exclaimed. This night was destined to be remembered by many people. This was the first time the Germans bombed Moscow in the entire war.

It seems that the accuracy of the bombing is not considered at all, because Moscow is indeed large enough to allow most of the bombs dropped by the German army at a height of 10,000 meters to fall into the urban area of ​​Moscow. The German aircraft did not descend at all. They were only responsible for bombing. , Did not consider at all where his bomb finally fell.

Zhukov was dragged on the ground to the entrance of the bomb shelter, where the two soldiers with submachine guns were approached to help, and Zhukov was put into the safe bomb shelter by hand, at this time the German aircraft bomb It began to fall on Moscow's streets and streets on a large scale, and there were rising fires and explosions everywhere.

The earth was shaking because of the explosion, Zhukov looked at the ceiling above him, and the chandelier above shook slightly. The dim light made the entire bomb shelter look like a ghost domain. Zhukov watched his shadow swing on the wall, and felt that the strategy of this southward attack was really uncertain.

He was worried that the Germans really reserved oil for Group A and Group F. If this is the case, then the troops going south of the Soviet Union will be eaten up by the encirclement. This can be said to be the last main field force of the Soviet Union.

What worries him even more is that this unreasonable "irrational hand" will make Stalin misjudge the German military's strategic intentions. Once Stalin changed the strategic direction of the German army from the Caucasus to the wrong Moscow, it would become inevitable for the Soviet army to lose the Baku oil field. This is the most fatal problem.

Zhu Kefu really wanted to see the generals who commanded the German troops across from him, not from the photos, but sitting face to face, having a good chat and seeing the real thoughts in each other's hearts. He felt that the other party was superb with the use of spiritual means. He had been confused by the German's repeated frauds, and he could not and did not want to distinguish the true intentions of the Germans.

The facts are repeated over and over again, and when used in an advantageous situation, they can really have an unpredictable result. Zhukov could even think that Stalin would summon him tomorrow morning and even one hour after the German bombers flew away to discuss with him the risk of the Soviet army going south.

But now, he has to endure the mental bombardment of the bombs dropped by the German bombers on the streets of the capital Moscow. An orthodox soldier, a general who takes national security as his mission. When the capital is attacked by the enemy, he will burst out with an infinite sense of shame. This feeling will always haunt the heart, and he will enter the enemy's capital with his own hands. Only then will he heal.

Sure enough, when dawn came the next day, Stalin sent people to ask Zhukov to rush to the Kremlin immediately. On the way to the Kremlin, Zhukov saw a German bomber that was destroyed and fell. The huge fuselage left a deep impression on him. At least the Soviets are not yet capable of manufacturing such a sophisticated long-range bomber.

In the distance of the wreckage of the German aircraft, more of them were still burning Soviet buildings. Moscow was hit by the first large-scale bombing by the enemy forces in history. Although the loss was not large, it really shocked the people. The streets and streets are full of people talking about the scene of the Germans, and the martial law soldiers are on guard everywhere, covering the city with a tense atmosphere of terror.

As expected, Stalin asked Zhukov about the lack of fuel in the German army. And it sounds like a bad tone. It ’s a bit of a provocative posture: "Comrade Zhukov, did n’t you say that there was a problem with the German fuel reserves? Yesterday, just yesterday night, Moscow was bombed by a large-scale German aircraft. There are 70. "

He said while patting the table: "Can you send a bomber formation of this size, you dare to say that the Germans are short of oil? If your troops go south for a large scale, the Germans attack Moscow, or go south to attack your troops, I should How to do?"

Zhukov looked at Stalin helplessly. If he knew what to do, he would have spoken long ago, and he didn't need Stalin to ask him in person. In this case, it is no different from gambling. Of course, everyone who has won a gambling rejoices, but if he loses, that is the sinner of the nation-state. Who bears the name?

"Comrade Stalin, the battle plan I proposed was also based on all the intelligence information available in my hand, and now there are some more variables, which makes the original action plan have some unknown risks." Zhu Kefu can do this in Stalin It is natural for a fickle leader to be so favored by his men. Pick yourself up first, and then consider other things. This is Zhukov's great skill.

Sure enough, Stalin was silent. Just yesterday, he also felt that he was facing a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. It was not until the bombing in the night that he became so scrupulous. So he felt that Zhu Kefu could not be completely blamed for all this, but because of the passage of time, new changes have occurred.

Thinking of this, Stalin walked to Zhukov's side, signaling that his love would not have to be so nervous. After appeasing Zhukov, he said softly to the Marshal Su: "Since the enemy opposite us has changed, then our actions should not be too radical. The preparations for going south will temporarily stop, everything must be in accordance with the original Implementation of the planned plan. "

Zhukov was ready to make this happen on his way. He quickly stood upright and said to Stalin: "It is the great leader Comrade Stalin. I will strengthen the defense in the direction of Moscow to prevent the Germans from suddenly attacking Moscow."

Obviously, Stalin was very satisfied with Zhukov's performance and answer. At this time, he seemed to feel that his power could still control the entire country. He was intoxicated with the kind of obedience and fear that his men promised him, which made him realize the beauty of power.

"Go" and finally Stalin spoke and asked Zhukov to leave his office: "If you have any new situation, please report to me at any time"

"Yes" Zhu Kefu stood up to salute and retreated