Chapter 26

It was dark in the evening, and there were large, slow-moving clouds floating in the sky.

Korolev and I looked up into the sky. We couldn't see the enemy plane, we could only hear the roar of the engine. Obviously, not one, but several bombers were flying at very high altitude.

Anti aircraft guns deployed on the roof of the Kremlin building began to fire fiercely into the sky. Looking at this aimless shooting, I couldn't help laughing bitterly. I thought that if I didn't see where the enemy plane was, I would shoot at the sky. What's the effect.

When the air raid alarm sounded, the people in the building where the guard room is located ran out of the building one after another, crossed the wide square and went to the bomb shelter at the other end for air defense. When Colonel bzikov saw that the people in the building were almost evacuated, he came to us and asked us in a reproachful tone, "why haven't you gone to hide yet?"

Korolev did not answer his question, but asked: "is Moscow often attacked by air strikes?"

"Yes, since July 22, the German Air Force has been carrying out uninterrupted air strikes on cities. Unfortunately, there are too few planes in our air force to prevent enemy planes from invading our cities. "

While they were talking, I began to look around and enjoy the scenery. I've been to red square countless times, but the Kremlin has never had a chance to come in. It's not easy to come in. Naturally, I have to seize the opportunity to have a good look, because I don't know that I can't get another chance to come in until I'm in the prime of life.

I tried hard to think about the name of the square I was standing on, whether it was sopranoya or something else. It was a bit of a tongue twister when I was on the contrary. I didn't seem to pronounce the place exactly. The tall big Ivan bell tower in the middle of the square is the tallest building in Moscow at present, and it is estimated that it is also the best coordinate for the German air force to calibrate the location of the Kremlin. Next to the clock tower is a huge czar clock, which is the world famous clock king. The bell, weighing 200 tons, was broken at the first knock, and the piece that fell off was as high as one person. I can see from a distance that the internal space of the clock is quite large. Later, if the German bombers start to drop bombs, it should be very safe for me to hide in it for air defense.

Not far away, there is a huge old gun, a tsar's gun built in the 16th century. It is 5.35 meters long, 40 cm in diameter and 40 tons in weight. It was originally used to guard the Moscow river ferry and the gate of the spask bell tower, but it never had a chance to launch. There are several huge round shells beside the cannons. If they are sold as scrap iron, they can be sold for a lot of money.

"Paratroopers! German planes dropped paratroopers! " Suddenly there was a loud cry.

I looked up into the air. Before I could see the situation clearly, I felt that someone was trying to grasp my shoulder. Then I heard Korolev's familiar voice asking nervously: "paratroopers?! Where is it? Do you see it? "

An open parachute came down from the dark cloud. I stare at the air, in addition to this top, temporarily did not see other parachutes. I nervously observed the slowly falling parachute. Under the parachute, there was an oval thing shaking constantly, which looked like a human form from a distance.

"No, it's not like paratroopers. It's useless for the Germans to air drop only one paratrooper?" I guessed in disbelief“ Is this the pilot who parachuted from the damaged German plane? " But I don't seem to see any enemy planes falling down.

There was no hiding in the square, but the guards on duty rushed to the center of the square, raised their rifles and submachine guns, and shot fiercely at the parachute falling slowly in the air.

Looking at the falling parachute, I suddenly realized that this is not a parachute, but a heavy bomb dropped by the German army! In later military documentaries, we can often see that the air force dropped this kind of heavy bomb with parachute. With the bomb landing, the enemy's position turned into a sea of fire.

I yelled anxiously: "don't shoot, spread out, this is a bomb!" But my voice was covered by the sound of gunfire and the sound of antiaircraft guns, and everyone was still shooting desperately into the air.

If the bomb is hit in the air, forming an air explosion, there is not even a safe corner below, and the people on the scene are bound to be seriously injured. I grabbed bzikov's arm, shook it hard, and cried out to him, "this is not a paratrooper. Tell everyone to stop shooting, or the bomb will be detonated, and we will all be finished."

Bzikov jumped onto the table at the door of the guard room, pulled out his pistol, fired a few shots into the sky, and cried out with all his strength, "listen to me! Stop shooting. It's a bomb! Everybody down

I grabbed Korolev and dragged him to the ground.

"Boom!" The violent explosion was not far away, and the earth trembled violently for a while, and then calmed down again. I lay on the ground, covered my ears, and desperately endured the unbearable pain caused by the shaking of the ground hitting my internal organs. Compared with the pain caused by the objects splashing on me during the explosion, it was insignificant.

I saw people all stand up from the ground and try to stand up. But as soon as I got up, I felt dizzy and nauseous, so I squatted down again. I looked down and saw that on the ground in front of me, apart from gravel, there was a broken and bloody wooden gun handle. It seems that when the bomb exploded just now, the casualties of the guards on the scene must be not small.

With his help, I finally got up again. I said to him, should we go to the hotel? He also said something to me, but my ears were temporarily deaf because of the explosion just now, and I couldn't hear anything, neither his voice nor my own voice. It wasn't until he came up to my ear and yelled that I understood what he said: "the air raid is over. We should go back to the hotel." I saw bezikov standing next to the smoke crater to check the situation, while the wounded or dead soldiers were being carried away by the emergency medical staff on stretchers. I said to Korolev, "Uncle Pavel, let's go and have a look." He nodded and helped me stagger to the crater. Bezikov stood beside the crater, staring at the bottom of the black mud hole in a daze. We didn't even find him when we went to him. When a soldier came to ask him for instructions, he didn't respond as if he were a fool“ Uncle Bavier, "I approached Korolev's ear and asked him quietly," what's the matter with him? "“ Shh! Keep your voice down Korolev also whispered: "you don't know that the German plane flew over the Kremlin today and dropped a bomb. The commanders in charge of air defense and security here will be punished."“ What kind of punishment? " I think this system is a little too inhumane. The enemy's current strength is so strong that it is difficult for my family to stop them for the time being. Only once in a while, when you come to the sky above the Kremlin, you have to punish the relevant security personnel. Who dares to work here in the future“ They are usually sent to reform through labor camps or shot. " Korolev answered me solemnly“ Ah? " I was startled. This punishment is too heavy. No wonder Colonel bzikov is standing in front of the choking crater like an idiot“ Don't kikov Suddenly a voice with a strong Georgia accent came from across the bullet hole. I followed the sound, but I didn't expect to see Stalin. He was standing opposite us, looking at the newly formed crater, and several guards in plain clothes were standing two or three steps behind him“ Comrade Stalin. " Bezikov recovered from his daze and straightened up quickly to stand at attention“ How's it going? " Stalin frowned and asked, "are there any casualties?"“ No, comrade Stalin. " Bzikov's lies are almost flawless: "none of them." Stalin nodded, turned and walked quickly to the building not far away. Several security guards immediately followed.